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levmada · 2 years

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Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi

i didn’t know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: “I want to taste you.” I hope you enjoy san

secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh

content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise&degradation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play

wc: ~2.9k

Levi, at the best of times, will only “admit” that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.

Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.

For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.

You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.

You pout. “By the way you’ve been acting, I thought the last thing you’d want is back pain.”

“I haven’t been acting like anything,” he argues. No hesitation.

“So your back doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s—” His eyes dart away while he finds the word. “—manageable.”

You frown. While you can tell he’s waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you don’t.

“I could still give you a massage to help with that.”

“I had a good day,” he replies bluntly. “So if some pathetic back pain isn’t manageable, something else would’ve killed me already. Move.”

That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when something’s clearly wrong.

You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. “I don't think you’d be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.”

He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.

“Levi,” you sigh, more gentle. “I’m not moving unless you make me move.”

And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.

“…Good things happened,” he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainable—when, by all accounts, things went well—shitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.

“But, you feel like the opposite,” you guess.

He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. “Should’ve expected this.”

“I want to help you.”

“How do you solve a problem when there’s no fucking cause for it?” he snaps.

He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.

“Look, this is pointless. So I’m leaving.”

“Levi, please.”

“Move.”

You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.

“You’re right,” you compromise. “It’s kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesn’t have a cause, so forget about that.”

You take a step or two until you’re standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Wow,” you murmur. “You’re really tense.”

With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.

“Don’t worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.”

A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know it’s been bad.

“Levi, baby…”

It’s ridiculously easy to get him to submit.

“I...” A blush rises to his cheeks. “What, you want something specific?”

“Not really.”

Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.

Gazing into his eyes, you see that he’s still lost. “Give me one thing, and I’ll take care of the rest. It’s not your job to worry about me making you feel better.”

His adam’s apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.

“What do you want, honey?”

His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. “…Y-You.”

You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.

“Me?”

“Is that specific enough?”

You kiss his lips, humming faintly. They’re a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.

The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, he’s putty in your hands.

You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.

“Do you have anything more specific in mind?” you ask.

He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).

“Take your time.” You kiss below his jaw.

His chest rises. “I want to taste you,” he whispers into your hairline. “I want...”

A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.

He can’t bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.

Heat stirs below your waist. “I’d love that,” you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.

He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.

Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.

His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Take this off.”

Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.

Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.

“Panties, too,” he grunts. “You’ll get them dirty, if they haven’t already.”

With a good-natured huff you roll your eyes—to play off the fact that he’s right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.

“Knew it.” The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.

Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.

Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.

You ruffle his hair. “Not even gonna tease me?”

He doesn’t have the patience to say anything. You’re shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.

“Levi,” you whisper. “Please.”

“No matter what I do, you’re gonna get wet. And I don’t feel like working for it.”

“But... How can I make it better for you?”

Levi gets off on teasing you, that’s no secret.

“You keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,” he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. “You can never be patient, huh?”

Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.

You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, it’s been a while.

He was right: No matter what he does. “‘kay, fuck, anything you want.”

Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. “Is that not what you had in mind?”

You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesn’t want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while you’re squirming above him, he must be feeling bad—much more than he let on.

“Please,” you reassure. “You’re perfect.”

A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.

Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.

Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine, thighs jerking shut—or trying. You didn’t expect that.

A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, you’ve both been so busy that it’s been too long for him, too.

Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.

With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.

More.

You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongue—“Lev’, more!”

Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. “L-Lick my clit, fucking, please.”

His swift licking doesn’t acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.

“Ah. Really want me to suffocate you?”

His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, “Really wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?”

That tone, he uses to order his men around—it makes you want to fall down to your knees. You’d do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.

You don’t answer fast enough, and Levi doesn’t wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.

He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.

Your cry breaks the air. “Right there!”

You don’t see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.

Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.

Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.

The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.

“F-Faster.”

On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. It’s like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.

“That’s a good boy,” you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.

Your climax rises in you, but your panting isn’t as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. “Th-Think I’m…”

You don’t hear him. “Getting close,” you warn, surprise lacing your tone. “Holy shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.”

Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers haven’t even dipped into your pussy yet.

You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don't—" you toss your head back, “fucking good boy, fuck!”

Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.

You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasn’t thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, you’s see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.

The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. He’a barely slowing.

You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. You’re only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.

“Fuck!” you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and it’s washing over you strong.

“Gonna come again,” you whimper. “Gonna, gonna—”

You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.

Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Levi’s tongue is fucking searing.

“Please!” Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what you’re even begging for. “L-Levi.”

The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-lidded—are they even open?—once he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. He’s getting off on this.

You don’t have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.

Light panting puffs your slick inner thigh—his stamina is never not insane to you—before his tongue darts out and laps it up.

“Ngh.” Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.

His fingers struggle to curl. “Greedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.”

His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Y-Ye—Ah, uh-huh.”

“Hah.”

A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.

“Lev’!” you shriek. “Fuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?”

He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.

Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. “‘m not a whore, you are.”

A visible shiver wracks his body.

Arousal turns over your belly. It’ll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).

“Being such a good boy, makin’ me feel so good. My good boy.”

He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.

“Am I making you feel better?”

His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?” he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.

Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. “Yes.”

But you let him use you.

“Too bad,” he grunts. “Keep touching yourself.”

Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.

“Keep going, sweetness,” he says, too softly to make it an order. “You’re gonna gush for me.”

He leaves no room for debate.

You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.

“Remember to use your colors.”

You don’t hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.

He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. “You better be fucking listening.”

Your hips jump up. “Uh-huh! I am I am.”

“What a good girl.” Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.

You start craving your fingers.

“Honey,” you cry softly. “‘m I making you feel better?”

That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. “Yeah. ‘Course you are.”

He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.

“Relax.” He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. “Just keep coming for me.”

In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.

You fucking plan to.

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levmada · 2 years

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a/n: hehe i saw @eijirhoe + @kazuwhora dom!reader event and just had to join. i present a sort-of cut scene from my levi anthology fic.

content/warnings: edging (m!receiving), mommy kink, a little degradation, breathplay (m!receiving), sub!Levi, bondage (m!receiving)

wc: ~.7k

Levi is trapped in an endless loop. You reeling him up tighter and hotter and louder until he’s there, right there, before you take it away and build him up all over again. It’s gone on so long that he can’t remember when you even started—it’s been hours.

Heat pelts off your bodies, like a sauna. Where your bodies are connected is slippery and hot to the touch. There’s barely any friction left, so it’s all just wet.

The air tastes of sweat and sex and Levi’s small whimpers, his cries. He’s even begging.

You don’t think he can help it, just as the headboard rocks and snaps every time he yanks the cuffs. His fists clench and twist uselessly, searching for any purchase on anything.

His cock is fat and throbbing inside you. Your hand slips up to hold his neck like a necklace that’s far too small, and he jerks.

“I’m-I’m gonna come.”

You cease your light rocking and press down on him a little more. “No you’re not. Not until I let you.”

He moans, wet and defeated and broken around the buzz your hand gives him, and surrenders. Shapeless warm things whirl about behind his shut eyes, making him loose and thoughtless—what’s left is you taking his earlobe between your teeth, and your cunt swallowing in his cock, working him until he keens.

A step away from too much you let him go, and a heatwave rolls over his cock.

“I can’t!” he gasps. “Fuck!”

Your thumb flirts around his plump bottom lip, then dips into his mouth. His lips close automatically, sucking around it without thinking.

“Can’t?”

He whines at the sound of your voice. You sound so innocent. Maybe he moans, or you, but who cares when it’s too much effort to feel embarrassed by it?—Not when you talk like this, dragging your words and sounds like hot syrup.

He’s helpless and he knows it. Saliva pools at the sides of his mouth but he just keeps sucking. He also knows you have him perfectly taken care of.

“Can’t what, sweet baby?” you go on. “Is it too much?”

Your thumb pops out of his mouth. The smirk decorating your lips makes him beg, please, but then you rake his bangs back and his eyes pinch shut, plump pink lips gaping.

“Please what, Levi? Tell me.” The bed creaks. “You wanna stop?”

“Please. Please, please—mommy, please–”

You groan, your cunt fluttering around him, but Levi is louder. His chest heaves and he curls his toes so his hips don’t rock, or like earlier, jump up to fuck your cunt. If he misbehaves, you won’t let him cum, and he can’t not. It’s all he can think about.

But the way you brace yourself using his chest so you can fuck yourself on his cock—that sharp shift in weight is enough for him to flirt with the edge again.

He can’t shut his mouth; sounds fly from the top of his throat. That rush of pleasure that’ll flip his world upside down darts behind his eyelids, so forget his embarrassing noises. He’s right there.

Your teeth flirt with his sweaty neck—“M-Mm!”—and you murmur in his ear, “Tell me how good it feels, baby, and I’ll let you come.”

Thrill shoots through his belly. “It’s good,” he mewls, “It’s so good, it’s—d-don’t fucking stop...!”

Then you go still on top of his cock. He's actually going to cry.

“Nu-uh, you can do better than that.” Your hand slithers up his heaving chest until your thumb and pointer finger close around his throat again.

His head falls back, each gasp shuddering. You raise a brow and squeeze, just enough to feel his adam's apple bobbing, and his sharp jaw draws rigid again.

A cracked, broken sound dies at the top of his throat. “It’s so fucking good. Please,” he tries, and he’s trying—so, so hard.

“Is that all? Am I fucking you so hard you can’t even think?” you huff, nudging your hips forward in tiny rolls.

“Uh-huh!” If he agrees to whatever you’re saying, maybe you’ll let him come. “M-Mommy.”

Wetness sticks to Levi's lashes, which you lick off his cheeks. “Give mommy s’more.”

“Fuck.” He plants his feet flat and sobs. His eyes, cracked open into light blue slits, beg you. “I can’t.”

“Hah, awe honey—you’re my good boy, of course you can.”

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levmada · 2 years

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Congrats on 1k! I have an idea for a drabble. Domestic with kitty!Levi. Smut prompts 24 and 116. Reader has never been fucked by a hybrid and Kitty!Levi uses a dildo with a knot on it to prepare her for what it will be like when the time comes. I'm a little feral over the idea of him working the knot in to her 😵‍💫

OH MY GOD YES!!!!!! AGH I LOVED WRITING THIS.. thank you

content/warnings: toys, oral (f!receiving), servicedom!Levi, hybrids; knotting (kitty Levi), breeding kink…?

wc: 1.2k

It isn't your first time having sex with Levi, and yet your nerves are palpable as he points out to you how the silicone cock will grow the knot. Before, when it was nothing but a bump near the base, you felt differently.

On your back, you brush your bare thighs together, slick with gush and Levi’s mouth, panting softly. You already came once, and you can’t decide if you’re excited for what’s about to happen, or going out of your fucking mind. Maybe both.

He licks his swollen lips, and touches your thigh to encourage you to open them. “It’s not different at first. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good.”

You shiver despite yourself. “Kiss?”

A little chirp rings in the air. He leans forward, and eagerly, you reel him in.

It was your idea, borne from your anxiety, naturally. You love Levi, not despite, but especially because of the way he is, but you have never taken a knot before. Him fucking you has been a nervous fantasy until today, or at least halfway, because you’re going to be working up to it.

Between his legs, Levi must be throbbing, he’s so hard through his thin briefs. You know the toy will be nothing like him, nothing as big or as intense, but you’re wary enough about the knot to keep going... especially when he’s here to guide you.

You pull away holding his hand, which he sets on your hip, over the bone. Then he nestles between your legs, flat on his belly.

“Relax,” he reminds you under his breath. Wet kisses are speckled down your navel, and then the cock is gliding through your folds, warm and thick.

You hum high in your throat, your cunt quivering around nothing. When you begin to squirm, the tip is worked in easily, and pushed, pulled.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. “That’s good.”

You both knew it would be.

Levi watches your face through his lashes, ears peaking with interest. “Good. Good girl. It’ll be small at first.”

You hiss with the first sting of the knot, threatening to push inside. "Levi, is that it?"

A soft kiss is pressed to your clit. He licks, moans just softly. "Mm. Mhm.”

The cock stills, and pulls an inch or two, then buries back in. Your pussy eager accepts it while you moan in bliss.

Levi pushes his arm under the bend of your knee for the bottle of lube. The syrupy liquid drips onto your clit, and oozes down.

You jerk. "Fuck."

"So sensitive."

You feel the flick of his ear against your thigh as he pushes his cheek into it. A rough fingertip parts your cunt so the warming lube dribbles down where the working knot is pressed snug to your hole, threatening to grow with the slide of a switch.

The lube's effects heat your clit, icy but deliciously warm, making your toes curl, and Levi's easy thrusts jam for a moment. You pant, "Kitty."

He starts to purr, which vibrates your upper thigh. Imagining his mouth, suctioning your clit with those vibrations, it makes you shiver.

"I'm gonna try it," he says softly, breaking the purr like cutting radio static. "Relax. It won't be as firm as this."

"Y-You, you mean?" you ask, and fail to register whatever he says next as the knot catches on your rim, and slides inside. A firm squeeze of his hand reminds you to relax.

"Fuck, it's big," you whimper. "Oh my god, ah."

"I'm letting it grow." Levi's voice sounds rougher than before. "Looks so tight... I wonder how much you could make me cum when I fuck you."

"M-Mm..."

“Tell me how you like it.”

You feel yourself heat all over at the request, but you can’t—you can’t even speak as the knot grows between Levi’s simple rocking motions.

He licks your clit. “It’s getting bigger. Tell me.”

“It—” You gape at the dull pleasure pounding below your clit. “It stings, but I need it so fucking bad, god.”

Your head falls back. “You could breed me with it?—As deep as you can go?”

Levi borderline growls, vibrating your inner thigh as he sinks his teeth in. A fluffy tail whips your knee, then wraps around it.

“Yeah,” he replies, barely restrained. Your tight cunt is swallowing the knot before his eyes, and working it out a little, it’s glistening and slathered in creamy cum. “Yeah, I could. If you want it.”

“Tell me when you want it so bad.”

It’s like you're being split in half. Levi senses the grimace forming on your face, and angles it slightly. A searing tongue sweeps flat over your clit, and rubs, back and forth and back—a massage.

“Want it when I’m in heat,” he manages over your loud panting. His hot breath puffs against your clit. He speaks in a slew, "Wanna breed you f-…full of my cum. Wanna make you fucking beg to be mine.”

Your hips jerk as he hits that spot. “Please.”

The knot is as fat as Levi can make it, and fuck—your hole is all but wobbling around the half of it you're taking. He spots it through his lashes, his tongue on your clit.

“Levi... so fucking full.”

“You can take it,” he encourages, and pushes. “Be good.”

The thick pop as the knot’s girth slips past your rim goes straight to his cock, pinned to the bed.

“I’m gonna come,” you groan, quivering. A hand dives into his hair, and pulls.

Levi’s eyes flutter with a full moan. This time, his purring pushes through his throat without command.

Bittersweet tang permeates his tongue. He laps for it.

For the first time, his measured thrusts pick up, along with your gasps.

He wants to feel it. Feel your cunt barely working his round knot it’s so big, and if he were in heat, he’d plug your pussy full before it's small enough to slip out.

“Breed you all night,” he’s rambling, suckles on your twitching clit. “Put you on your back so you’re bred full. Take a pretty picture of you begging for cock.”

Your back jumps off the bed with a gasp. He feels your thigh against his cheek harden and shake, and with a cry, you're coming.

His vibrating tongue vigorously swipes your clit all the way through it, prolonging it. Your moans, most his name, hit the air to the wet squelching for every snug inward thrust.

As your sweet noises dissolve into whimpering and your thighs try to jerk shut around his head, Levi slows, licking his lips, ears and tail both perked up high.

Gradually, he slackens the size of the knot as well. He’s pleased to see your creamy white gush spill out when it’s shrunken to its smallest size.

One arm is strewn over your face, breaths gaping. Seems you’re still recovering.

“See, was that so bad?” he drawls, sitting up. “Was it okay?”

“Wait.” Your hand falls on his, pausing him from working the cock out of you. Your hazy eyes implore him. “More, please. I want more.”

Levi’s teeth sinks into his bottom lip. “More?—You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Knot me.”

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levmada · 2 years

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*clears throat*

So… I have a request for you. I have been itching canon verse fluff. So Levi and his lover are gazing the stars at night at the terrace of Scout’s headquarters. It was his lover’s idea to watch the stars because it’s their favorite. They have been dating for a long time but Levi haven’t said the three words, he is afraid as if they will be snatched. So, when they are gazing, Levi looks at them. The moonlight illuminating their face, eyes sparkling, he realizes that they are so beautiful so he blurts out the three words. So, you can choose his significant others pronouns as they/them or she/her. It’s up to you.

P.S. I’m crying over canal. It was so sweet and beautiful and I wish I can reread again

so glad you enjoyed canal san <;33

Like Levi, you love looking up at the sky.

The night sky, most of all, when the blanket of clouds parts for countless shiny darts to light the darkness, and the round, round moon.

After the Underground, such a simple view fuels hope in him. Only a roof made up the sky in his youth, only the illusion of endless darkness; there was no way out.

You remind him of that hope even when the sky is overcast with dark, heavy rain.

But tonight, the sky like a black blanket is clear, so clear that the stars shimmer in your eyes. Despite his embarrassment, and despite this rare opportinity to (literally) sit back and relax, he finds his gaze sliding over at you, the clear night sky, then you again. Crisp air chills his lungs.

For every night sky he has gazed upon, it has been his one constant through years of loss, blood, and battle. But you, too. Unwavering, loyal at his side. Levi has shared more of himself with you than even he has when alone with himself. You admire the man he is more than he ever will.

How could he convey so much feeling into something like a simple kiss, or an arm around your waist? What else can he do?

"You're staring."

Levi blanks, embarrassment ripping through his chest despite the crooked smile growing on your cheeks. His eyes dart down.

"No, it's cute."

"I love you," he whispers, just blurts it out without the consideration he should have taken, because don't companions, lovers, work up to that kind of thing? Regardless of years, he shouldn't—

You gape. In the dark, surrounded by these kinds of shadows, it is difficult to tell the kind of face you're wearing exactly, if only Levi could bring himself to quit staring at the brick floor.

He prepares himself for rejection—

"I—" You lean forward and take his chin—he flinches initially, the movement is so sudden—"—I love you too, Levi."

Now the heat is truly rushing to his face. Down to his bones, and within them, your solemn confession, not unlike a prayer, shakes him. Somehow, he... didn't expect that.

"G-Good," he stammers, and inwardly recoils like a snake at how fucking stupid that sounded.

When your palm follows up to cup his cheek, he even fears burning you. Hesitantly, he meets your earnest eyes, and his fears—other, darker, life or death fears—melt away.

You kiss him. "Good."

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heyy! can I request one where after farlan and isabel’s death, Levi started pushing y/n away. In one expedition, she sacrifices herself for him and he thought she was dead but she turns out to be in Marley with Zeke without memories? You can choose the ending heh thanks!

hiii it only took me 300 years to finish your request😭. life got in the way for a while. i hope you enjoy!!

also, for the sake of plot, zeke was there when wall maria fell in 845 and eren is imprisoned for longer in s4.

description: Four years after you sacrificed yourself for Levi in battle, he sees your ghost dressed as a Warrior, living in Marley. You’re alive, but you’re no longer yourself. In order to rectify his past mistakes, he chooses to stop at nothing to bring you back.

wc: ~6.3k

content/warnings: so much angst, canon-typical violence, a very painstaking scene, canon divergence, smut for like 10 seconds, undoing brainwashing (emotional manipulation&light physical harm), emphasis on hurt/comfort, s4p1, self-hatred, lots of healing, Levi is trying his best

Liberio. Levi wanted to pinpoint that that was where his days began.

After nights upon months upon the agonizing and the blood over years, he had never felt more alive than before you both had lost Isabel and Farlan than the breath that passed him the moment your eyes met again in Liberio two months ago.

The woman he had met, or rather, the conversation that had been thrust upon him: he had tailed the Warrior who was playing dress-up using your face and the Marleyans’ military garb.

It was only after barely fleeing the scene that you—he thought it had to be you, she looked like you, sounded like you—that you approached him upfront.

“And who're you?” you had asked him, smirking like a fox. “If you were from around here, you’d know how hard it is to sneak up on a Warrior.”

You, a ghost, had been resurrected, sure enough, but you were no longer yourself. It was impossible for him to accept it wasn’t a joke at first—but no, it wasn’t, not even the most abhorrent of one by whatever freak of nature was capable of it.

He had seen battle hundreds of times, but never had adrenaline burned so bright in his blood. What he had known, without a doubt, was that such a miracle wouldn’t be dropped into his hands without a price: you yourself.

He covered the three ugly, trailing scratches on his arm now, deep in thought. Two months later he was still paying for your sacrifice the day Wall Maria fell.

After Isabel and Farlan, knowing what you too had lost, having it fully in mind that you were the last one left who had stuck by his side for so long—he had acted the part of a bastard and he had known it. That was a choice he alone had made.

No matter if those two had been devoured by Titans or fell victim to Levi’s own hubris, either way you would eventually one day be next. And either way, guilt would one day sink its talons into him and never let him go.

He made a choice—for every pleading glance, then pleading words, then outraged ones—every second he pulled away was these past two months in the making. Who was he to expect that you were foolish enough to sacrifice your life for his in that split second? Who was he to expect anything other than that?

He had paid then, and he paid now.

Following Eren and Zeke’s capture, a recapture on Eren’s part, whatever free fall he had experienced inside himself had gone into cold hibernation.

It wasn’t dead, nor were you. He refused.

Intel confirmed which Titan belonged to you, and that was the one he obliterated in order for you to be too busy healing for the two days it took to fly back to Paradis.

Back on land, Levi had given some men in the Garrison orders, and they had followed them: you had been sedated in the most northern district of the Walls like an unspoken secret, imprisoned, he told himself, just like any regular interrogation reserved for the volunteers—back when their first ships arrived and no one had any clue what to think.

Two months ago, he certainly hadn't known what to think. The softness in your features, a side effect of the sedation, had been an illusion. Your first real words to him had been, “You filthy fucking pig!” then your third, or fifth (it all blended together after a while), “What do you want from me, you devil?”

So he paid for his mistakes, even now, and he would continue until it was either enough, or the worst case came to be—that it wasn’t.

A sole objective remained, all else shoved to the side: righting his wrongs.

He was a filthy fucking devil and he did deserve to die for his sins—though not for the sins of a people centuries ago that no one except the world beyond Paradis remembered. And he had cause to fight despite what he knew himself to be. This was no exception.

Your hatred of him was sick, but in some way addictive. It confirmed the reality of his mistakes to himself; for once he could pretend one of his choices couldn’t be excused away as anything other than a tragedy. To hear you spit your venom and to watch you kick and squirm during the sessions to undo the brainwashing confirmed it every single day.

He hasn’t taken a single break; he anticipated a relapse of his progress if he did.

As a self-proclaimed hypocrite, he knew he was made of selfish parts—not only to reap in the abuse, but because he would stop at nothing to bring you back—as well as the parts that would suffer and sacrifice until there was less than nothing left for him to give.

You had managed to land a hit on him today, which gave him more to be disappointed in himself for. Lately you had hit a wall, nothing was working, and as such nothing mattered more than making it work.

Pain was the perfect discipline, he had no doubt, but that didn’t mean he loathed using it on you any less in the beginning. He’d rather not be forced to start those lessons again.

His hands shook.

“Captain,” Armin tried. At his side in the entrance way down to the dungeon, he had stepped beside him to fill a basin of hot water for the bruise under Levi’s eye, all while explaining something to him about infection and fingernails and taking it easy. White noise.

“I’m concerned, and so is Commander Hange, so please don’t push yourself so hard. It’s not…”

Maybe he sees the twisted grimace on Levi’s face. This most certainly was his fault. The reason he had been pushing so hard lately, what he was told was seven days straight, was hearing you babble on defending that hairy bastard Zeke.

This world was not only cruel, but twisted.

His latest attempts to teach you that Zeke wiped out a whole battalion of soldiers you called your comrades once, that he had four years ago transformed an entire village full of your own people into monsters, and most importantly that he had murdered the Commander you once convinced Levi wasn’t “really that much of a bastard”—have been in vain. Mostly. You weeped at the floor yesterday, mumbling about devils, asking why.

“Because Zeke Jaeger is not the man you were conditioned to think he is,” Levi had replied, voice like ice. “He’s the devil scum.” And it had ended with another tantrum.

He shook his head dismissively, though his heart was tied to other matters; only Hange, and the 104th (who he dubs as “the kids”, but only in his own mind). As if the Commander needed any more stress. Everyone was doing the best they could, considering the dire circumstances.

But he would use his spare time as often as he could still grasp for it.

Levi steered the topic of conversation towards how Armin and Mikasa were doing instead—he knew how devastated they had been lately, not at all to mention Sasha’s death. Anything to remove the attention away from himself.

Later, he had eaten—fuel for his body was all it had been—and nodded off in Hange’s office with his arms crossed over his chest.

As he had implored them, they roused him in the early morning by setting a steaming cup of tea on the nearby table.

“Rise and shine, Captain Levi,” they had sighed, golden light glittering through the curtains. He had had a headache.

Which still persisted into the afternoon.

Jean—who had grown at least a foot in the last year—accompanied Levi down the stone steps, debriefing him on your condition, all secondhand information from your guards.

“She cried most of the night,” he explained, “and, well, Captain—don’t do anything rash, but—”

Levi halted on the bottom step, forcing Jean to stop too. “Yes? Spit it out.”

The muscles in his jaw worked. “One of the Garrison was removed last night. I’m told he lost his temper, and, struck her.”

His hand grows pale and tight around the handrailing. “Was she injured?”

“Only a little. She recovered quickly.”

Because you had the power of the Titans inside you, a hit would’ve meant next to nothing. Still, relief flooded his veins. “And is this guard still with us?” he asked, low and deadly.

The rogue Garrison guard had been detained in the soldiers’ quarters past your cell since the event occurred. That was the only information Levi needed before marching down the hall and inside.

A hush fell over the four, including the one guilty party who was hunched over himself on a bench.

“So, what do we have here?” Levi drawled. “A man who can’t treat his common person with respect.”

Even if Levi believed that the Marleyans were lower than the Eldians, you weren’t a Marleyan—he made sure to beat that lesson into the guy while his comrades watched on. They needed to know, too.

Thus they stood at ease and watched with pinched expressions. Taking Levi’s reputation out of the equation, the other regiments no longer resented the Survey Corps like four years before. They knew to trust Levi, and if they didn’t, they knew not to disobey his orders—except for one, anyway.

Your cell was a dank, stony room, floor colored like rotten gunmetal. Immediately, you straightened up and weakly glared him down. If the soldier had left a mark, there was none to speak of now.

He pulled up a chair. As usual, you regarded him with defeated disdain.

“My name’s Levi, in case you forgot,” he began, also as usual. “We met when you were nine and I was older than that. You tried to pickpocket me, and I beat the shit out of you.”

“Leave me the hell alone.”

“You apparently liked that so much you started following me around, and then we were friends. We lived Underground behind the furthest most Wall. On this island called, apparently, Paradis.”

Today, your defenses were more cracked than usual. Your shoulders wracked where you were placed on your backside, your hands cuffed behind you to an immovable metal pole. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling.

“If you had any empathy, you’d tell me where my brother is, you goddamn bastard. Is my family dead? Did-Did you people—”

You’d long been over that already. Between an exasperated sigh, Levi jerked your head back so his eyes pierced yours.

Fact was, you had no brother, nor family to speak of. There was the orphanage in the 5th Underground district, and nothing more. It didn’t surprise him that Magath and the rest took advantage of that.

“You’d do well to listen to me for once,” he told you, and ripped away. With wide, hopeless eyes, you stared up. “You woke up screaming pretty often, even after we reached the Surface.”

Your expression pinched. “Stop.”

Often, his only comfort was that expression; this projectile vomiting of both your pasts hurt him like it did you. It hurt him to hurt you.

“Stop what?” he huffed. “Telling the truth?”

“You’re a fucking liar.”

“And yet you’ve never been able to prove it.”

You had even distance between you again, but still you were practically bowed back against the pole—to get away.

“I don’t know—”

“Course you do. We ran together for years.” The only thing that could have made you forget was brainwashing.

“How many?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer, he leaned forward, only for you to make a mad dash to bite his hand. You cried out in pain from a kick in the knee.

“One big… happy family,” Levi goes on haltingly.

He’d prefer it if you insulted him. This just felt like kicking a dog when it was down.

Next was the opportunity to live cozily in the Interior if you all stole some documents, Levi’s determination to kill a promising Squad Leader.

“But on our first expedition, there was a storm of the century. Do you remember running to me? With her blood painted all over your face?”

It was a crueler and crueler effort not to let the worn resignation show on his face like it now did yours. You’d been over this many times.

“Shut up,” you hissed, “shut up, shut up shut up—”

But of course he would not. He started to say your name, only to scream, “Shut up!” to which he had to slap you across the face—he had to.

Your bangs dangled over your eyes, breaths leaving you through open-mouthed huffs. His palm stung angrily, grief hard twisting in his throat.

He hated to look at you this way; this brittle shell of what you were, this reminder of what he had inflicted on you then, and now. It was no longer easy to discern whether bringing you back was a noble goal. If there was still a connection that remained buried beneath hellish dirt and rock, it would never, ever be the same.

But he simply couldn’t give up on you.

Armin had a hypothesis about your nodding in and out occasionally like you were now—that it was your conditioning.

But Levi didn't want that hope to crawl up behind his ribcage. Twice before, without fail, when he’d gotten you this broken down, you dove back into the shell again.

“How long were we all together?” he asked again. “Answer me.”

And when you didn’t after many arduous breaths, he did what he had to.

“Why… Why would they?” As you spoke, your voice trailed up into a whining hurt. “They cared about me.”

He swallowed hard and curled his fist atop his knee. “Maybe so, after you got obedient enough to control. They needed a fresh body, and there you were.”

“Zeke wouldn’t do that!” you cried.

“Oh, he would.” He felt a horribly dark humor. “If any of them wanted a dog they could pull around on a leash, it was especially him. A hand to hold. A hole to fuck.”

Two months, two months, two months. You smiling girlishly at him, the hand you had slapped over your mouth, clutching in your other that book of poetry he had stolen for you. Sleeping restfully. Bumping your forehead against his and calling him sweet. Smelling soft soap for the first time.

You sobbed freely now, rocking.

“Here’s a good reason,” he goes on blandly, “It gave you an excuse to forget who I am.”

“You?” You shuddered. “You treat me like shit.”

“If I was nice, would you have started listening? Why would you be with someone who treated you that way in the first place?” He waited for a snarky remark, but none came, so he went on. “You made too big a sacrifice when I… stopped being nice to you.”

You shake your head wildly. That was the threshold that bled into who you were now—that day.

“Remind me,” he said, even though he could never forget it.

Your lips pressed. “T-Titans…”

“Yes,” he states matter-of-factually. “That’s right. Be more specific.”

Even with your eyes red and both cheeks shining with shed tears, you glared at the ground between your bent knees, shaking like a rattling doorknob. Metal rattled behind your back.

“It was Titans…?”

He could tell you were fighting it, and fighting hard. “Go on,” he encouraged. “You were doing so well a second ago.”

“And I…” Your head hung. “It was a dream! I don’t know!”

He decided to wait on bated breath, not allowing himself to speak in case anything he said next would knock off this already precarious balance of mind. This was nothing he’d seen from you before.

But this listless shadow was slowly crawling over your eyes again. He bit the bullet.

“It was no dream… Could a person mourn for four years straight thanks to a bad dream? Every day, every hour?”

You didn’t seem to know yourself. “N-No?”

“So, why did I?”

You drew up tight like a little ball—as if his words were physical whippings. “I pushed you out of—outta the way? And I almost didn’t m-make it?”

He leaned forward so he spoke right over you. “That’s right—it’s not a question. You know it.”

“But…” Your gait slackened.

If he let you nod out again now, he didn’t know what he’d do with himself later. This was like two twin sides of the same coin getting crushed together—what would be the result if neither made it through? What if the one Levi knew didn’t?

With his hand on your shoulder he gave you three good shakes. “C’mon. Stay with me, I know you’re in there.”

But there were no signs of life, so—even though it was against every directive, and most past experiences—he scooped up your jaw so you saw his eyes. His instincts screamed for him to do so.

“I thought you didn’t make it. Everyone did. 'Died in Action' was stamped on your death certificate, do you understand me?”

Your glossy eyes shut hard, dripping two parallel streaks of tears before they, to his relief, opened again. “Okay.”

It was more like you, the venomous artificial side, to take him for a liar no matter how sincere he sounded. This was better. This was the best you’d ever done.

“I never mourned another thing, or person, more in my life,” he went on, no longer hiding the anguish—in all its rawness. “I still am. Because when I found you, you weren’t yourself anymore.”

Surprisingly you laughed, an agonized huff. You crumpled before his eyes. “I think, I thought you’d be relieved.”

“W-What?” he stammered.

“Why did you stop—” a cracked, ugly sob, “—why didn’t you care about me anymore?”

His mouth went dry, jaw wobbling for the answer—that he didn’t, and evidently could never; the fact that you had thought that at all stupefied him. He didn’t think this was an act.

“F-Four years,” he tried. The hand he propped up your jaw with now felt like a terrifying reach.

“Just say it, Captain,” you whimpered. “Just say… say—”

He cut you off loudly. “I acted that way,” and suddenly, it was hard to look at you. “Because I’m a selfish coward.”

He’d never spoken this to anyone.

There was nothing left to be terrified of—not with strength or tenacity like his—than losing anyone more than Isabel and Farlan. The best decision, he thought, was getting it over with before you left him first. The consequences were more catastrophic than he ever could have imagined.

Even if what happened was always to come to pass, you confirmed for him that he should’ve been better. You too were in the same void of mourning he was.

He would always, for you, feel like an exploding sun; joined at the hip or worlds apart; no matter who you were, or made to be.

Tonelessly, “I think I would have done it anyway.”

He pinned his tongue between his teeth. “Then you cared for me more than I ever deserved.”

Hot tears bled down your cheeks and dripped from your chin. “Is this all bullshit?” you asked tightly.

“No.”

In a ghostly touch, he carefully spread his thumbs across both your cheeks in efforts to clean a few of the tears. He got the feeling you’d still be looking right at him this way even if he hadn’t been helping, but he thought it helped, and he didn’t want to pull away.

You searched his eyes fervently. “Where’s your proof?”

That was always his question to ask—proof was never something you needed, always so staunchly believing that he was playing mind games with you.

“It isn’t physical proof, but.” The only reason he faltered was fear. It felt like a physical push to keep his eyes trained directly on your own. “I love you.”

Your lips stuttered, then your expression melted.

It was literal torture, binds fastening his eyes open, to maintain eye contact those next few seconds while he waited frozen still for anything at all to happen. Anything at all.

You breathed like a drowning person. At last, a look rose to your face—something had he blinked, he would’ve missed—before your eyes rolled back and your shackles clanged; it was like you fell away from consciousness.

He found himself lurching forward before he could neither give himself the command, nor stop himself. With the suddenness and the force that it happened, you could have broken your wrists.

To hell with the name Marley gave you; they didn’t even leave you with your own name. He said your name, calling for you, pleading it.

He hasn’t spoken your name aloud for so long, but it felt right at home on his lips. More importantly you responded to it, just a little; you fidgeted fitfully in his arms, croaking.

A response was the only thing he needed.

Levi raked his memories—he needed Armin to take a look, or was Hange preoccupied today? They weren’t going to be in a few minutes.

He shook, shaking harder than he has in years, and shot a look over his shoulder at the barred door. The last thing he wanted was to leave you alone like this—on the verge, or if he dared to hope, past a breakthrough.

No, he decided. Not while you were unconscious.

To stoop down lower, he knocked his chair back and did just that so you could sit more comfortably without your head awkwardly tucked into your chest.

Your name, your name, and your name. He firmly patted your cheek, smearing away hot blood which dripped from your nose and down his hand. A nosebleed couldn’t have been his doing.

“Hey,” he kept whispering. “Hey, look at me. Right now,” which only grew more determined with your flickered blinking.

A hoarse version of his name slurred off your tongue, as if you’d never heard it and hoped to test it, then again, then many times.

“You’re alright,” he croaked, hands flat on your shoulders. At the same time he was trying to sit you back, you cried softly and squirmed closer to him. It was for safety just as well as his. It was hard to say if you were properly conscious or in some state of hysteric sleep paralysis.

“Levi.” You began to wail. “Levi.”

He winced. “Yes. It’s me. Look at me, open your eyes.”

When was the last time he soothed you?—What about comforting anyone like this when he only ever tried for you?

Either way he tried, more than anything because you clearly were too.

For once, repeating himself was helpful. Your head tossed, eyes flickering like two broken bulbs until the fit started to wear off. He would always remember you tearfully looking at him this way: like a light at the end of the tunnel.

Convincing himself once more that this was nothing, just another brush with saving you before you ultimately left him, that your eyes held no recognition at all—it was finally absurd.

His own searched yours desperately. “D-Don’t you remember?” His voice broke.

“L-Levi,” you croaked, dry sobs wracking your chest. Then your gaze sluggishly left him, looking around. Your eyes grew wide. “I don’t get it, where are we? What-What’re we doing? Is something…”

His face suddenly felt hot. Is it an act? Is it? He kept asking himself, scared to hope, waiting for a sudden relapse which didn’t come.

“I’m confused.” You’re whispering this, looking stunned to hear shackles, that you couldn’t move your hands. You looked to him in panic, breathing harder and harder.

The trance broke. “No, don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself,” he says, stuttering to sweep your bangs off your forehead.

When was the last time he touched you this way? Randomly, a memory stuck itself to the forefront of his mind: you used to adore it when he played with your hair. So, he wiped your caked tears and didn’t pull away. Maybe the familiarity would keep you here.

And it did. “Do you—” he faltered. “Do you know who I am to you?”

Your lips moved soundlessly. Even though it was the best case scenario, it stung him for you to remember what sacrifice you had made the day you “died”—even worse, the months that preceded. What torture had you undergone after?

“My Levi,” you answered meekly, like it was a question. He simply nodded.

You had questions—one you knew the answer to several minutes before, but no longer: how you got here, where ‘here’ even was, why, and what time it was.

He did the bare, but earnest minimum of explaining. First and foremost it was imperative he reached someone who could take care of you in a better way than he knew how.

You didn’t know about your years in Marley, and especially not what he had done, had to do. It made no difference. He hoped you wouldn’t forgive him. He didn’t deserve that.

But the recognition that danced across your fragile expression, he savored it for now. It was as if you were resurrected—not physically, not like that day before Liberio—in an invisible way only he knew you were. You were finally alive.

For some reason, he caught himself severely out of breath. “Don’t move. Do you understand me?”

“Why?” you squeaked. “No. Please don’t leave me—”

“I’ll be right back,” he soothed, eyes stinging. “I promise. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, as long as he’d come back, and Levi always kept his word. Forget obstacles. After all he’d done, there was nothing in the world he would allow to get in his way.

He wouldn’t allow another mistake to slip through his fingers.

“How long has it been?” You whispered this, ashamed to ask, and snuggled closer.

Ashamed, because your memory had never been quite the same since you became lucid again.

Nightmares were frequent for the both of you; you laid together now in the dead of night stretching into very early morning after one such terror. It had been three months, and he still wasn’t sleeping quite right, if at all sometimes.

Your hair tickled Levi’s nose, making it scrunch, but it warmed him to feel your hand resting over his heart.

He reminded you without judgment, as he always did, and lightly kissed your hairline. A hum, then without warning you rolled over on top of him. He jerked a little and twitched back to frantically search your eyes.

It has been next to impossible to erase the fear of relapse completely, even though there was nowhere else Levi wanted to be while you recovered—even though he refused until you begged him. He didn’t think he deserved to be forgiven.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, slowly moving to smooth that (what must be permanent after all these years) wrinkle between his brow, causing his dark eyes to flutter. Then you traced the slope of his button nose, his high cheekbones just beneath the shadows under his eyes, and finally you left a soft kiss on the side of his mouth. “You’re safe. We’re safe.”

It was his nightmare this time, in which he could vaguely register he had been awake, but his body wouldn’t move when he had told it to, not even to twitch his fingers. He refused to talk about it.

“Safe,” he whispered. His next breath shook.

The softness in your eyes felt like a distant memory from so long ago, he could hardly believe he wasn’t dreaming up this home in the woods some days. Some days, you cried.

You nodded, then kissed him, and there you laid, pressed so close he could feel your lashes occasionally kiss his cheek when you blinked.

Okay, he thought. Okay.

Protectively, he cradled the nape of your neck, and held you close. He never wanted to let go, but, there was a piece of news he had been neglecting to share with you.

“I should tell you. There’s been word about an uprising in Shiganshina,” he began, and immediately felt annoyed with himself for ruining the moment. “A band of recruits who follow Eren, of all people.”

You huffed a little, but your eyes were sullen. “Really?”

“Really.”

“You mean… the Jeagerists?” you tried. You’d heard of them before, somewhere.

A part of him was relieved you knew, another thick with nameless dread. Only when the proof was right in front of his face could he believe your doctor, that you were getting better.

Forget the Jaegerists. He cradled your warm cheek. “Tell me. How’ve you been?”

Levi, three months before, had requested this retreat in order for you to recover. For that first week in the hospital you had been moved to, you were inconsolable. He couldn’t have pried you off with a crowbar no matter how much he tried to distance himself, until it became evident you were getting worse again: growing quiet, growing dark.

You had all but broken down in his arms after Hange begged that he suck up the guilt and visit you. You had actually thought he no longer wanted you, and he thought that all he brought you was pain. That he had ruined you.

The difference was, he doubted there was a thing you could do to change his mind, but at least he could love you.

Yesterday, he had gone on a brief hunting trip, and tears brimmed on your lashes upon his return. You had had quail for dinner, and you never stopped praising him for this despite the awkward seating arrangement; you needed to hold his hand.

He hadn’t minded, he never did, but there was nothing he worried for more than your state of mind. Always, he thought of you, and you him, at those sporadic moments he locked up and frantically searched to make sure you were still there.

The two of you walked a shaky tightrope, but life was improving. Every day, you healed a little more, or at least you were on the road to processing the past four years without falling flat on your face.

That was how you answered him, and what relief he felt, but there was still no telling how you’d cope if, when, he’d be summoned back to his duties—without even considering the possibility that he might not make it back.

It was the next morning when he properly discussed the topic with you. Breakfast was on the stove, and you were cross-legged on the end of the sofa across from him munching berries while he had his morning tea. The fireplace crackled.

This reprieve from all the fighting would not last forever. Levi preferred not to beat around the bush just as you despised being talked to like a kid, so he was upfront.

Hange was planning to increase the monkey’s security—you hated just to hear his name—in wake of all the political strife in Shiganshina. Meanwhile, Eren was still in chains north of Wall Rose, but with Zeke involved in the whole mess, Hange was right to be careful.

The bottom line was, Levi was needed again. He received correspondence two days ago, and he would be expected tomorrow. It wasn’t a choice, but you could choose between taking refuge in the heart of Stohess District with your family, or staying here at the cabin. Alone.

Without question, and despite your Titan, you were honorably discharged from the military promptly upon your recovery. You resented that, but even so there was no way Levi could—morally, legally, or out of the way he felt for you—allow you to join him. At the very least you would need the all-clear from your doctor, which wasn’t coming anytime soon.

You were terribly pensive. Just as he set his empty teacup on the coffee table, you sniffed. Your berries joined his cup.

He frowned, and shuffled closer to you. “Tell me.”

Your resolve was strong. “Back then, you know how I always followed you around because I wanted to be useful? Now, you’re being called to fight again, after, after I was fighting you, and…” Another sniff. “…I feel like a burden.”

A deep hurt in his chest, he nudged your chin up. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he told you, a little raw.

“Levi…”

“The opposite,” he told you sternly, and took your hand. “Look at me. Does it look like I’m lying?”

You’d always been able to tell somehow, even back Underground, the swindler Levi was. A little smile tugged your lips up. You shuffled up closer, and in one fluid motion he lifted your bent knees so you could sit cradled in his lap.

“I don’t want to face them,” you admit. “I’ll still have the doctor visits if I stay here, so… I want to stay here and wait for you.” And then, reading the indecision on his face, you press your lips to his. “But leave me things to remember you by?”

Anything.

That last night—overcome by a profound sense of loss, or perhaps losing—you rolled on top of him in bed and kissed him, long and chaste at first, then in desperate exchanges of tongue, heat, touch. His hands were all over you, molding your hips under his palms, then your backside to encourage your hips.

You gazed deep into each other’s soft eyes, kissed hard, and slowly revealed yourselves to each other. The little nothings you whispered in his ears mingled with needy sounds that grew needier, then louder until words were no longer needed except praise for how good it felt.

You would remember the feeling of him pushing himself inside you, the way his jaw slackened and the sounds you exchanged into each other’s hot, gaping mouths. The purple marks you begged him to leave, and the scratches down his back, and the sound he made when you locked your ankles behind his back.

The heat was almost suffocating, the air thick with sex, and in his buttery kiss you tasted mint and bitter tea, but most of all an underlying sweetness so remarkably Levi tears sprouted to your eyes to taste him. They spilled over your lashes when he properly began to push into you—a slow pounding that had him nearly pulling out before burying deep into you again.

He noticed your tears and stilled in case you needed to stop. Caged in between both his biceps, you simply ran your fingers through his hair backwards, messing it up to bring him in for a long kiss.

“I just love you,” you whispered.

Above his pink cheeks, Levi’s blue-greys were big and vulnerable. He locked your hands and took you passionately until your toes curled and your rough breathing broke into a cry. He kissed you the same, because he didn’t know how to say it, so he said it this way instead.

When your climax shattered you, he fucked you through it, and groaned soundlessly to feel your nails claw at his strong back—leaving marks he hoped would cling to him for weeks. He gasped when he fell over the edge, hips stuttering as his jaw fell slack, and groaned long and pleased into your shoulder. All the while, you had turned his name into a chant.

That very next day, Levi procrastinated leaving the sheets, and the warm piece of heaven that laid beside him. Beyond, the air held a certain chill, a mourning dove crooning outside.

When you twitched awake, your eyes shined with recognition to find him first, which was his favorite part of waking up. His G'morning was scratchy and low, causing you to smile. No one left the bed until midday.

In the kitchen after brunch, his stomach was warm but his chest remained cold. While you smoothed down the rich green cape clasped over his shoulders, he held your waist, hesitant to let go.

“Thank you for ironing it.” He cleared his throat. “You didn’t have to.”

A snort. “I always iron your clothes.”

He made himself nod, his eyes dancing all over your soft expression. If this was the last time you ever saw each other—something you both most certainly knew is possible, but neither addressed—he wanted to remember you just as you were now, without the pain.

Delicately, he took your hand—knuckled scuffed from gardening—and kissed it. It still felt like it wasn’t enough. “Are you sure you have enough?”

This was the third time he’d asked in the past hour. Like he was something precious, you kissed him, and hummed. “Let’s see: All your old letters, clothes, that knife you gave me when we were sixteen… Your shampoo, that paper crane, your—”

You were interrupted by his lips—once, twice, four times. “Yeah, well, I had Yan promise to check up on you every week or so.”

You laughed incredulously, but your heart swelled. A tremor sat in your fingers: you were afraid, not just for yourself but for him, but kissing him goodbye was all you could do.

One last time, past the porch, as he’s saddling up his horse, you kissed him. “Hey, I love you, Levi.”

Brow knit, he captured your jaw to return it, not looking at you.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you assure, but before you could even finish he shook his head. He hadn’t told you since that day two months ago, and it felt like an insult. That memory was anything but happy.

He pet your hair, then pulled you into a tight embrace, relishing the way you squeezed him back twice as hard and clung to his hood.

“Remember,” he mumbled over your shoulder, “I—I do too.”

One last kiss, and then you parted. He couldn’t bring himself to look back, but he knew you were there, watching. Hopefully, you would always be.

Off the dirt road, two robins hopped around, pecking trepidatiously at the grass. Beautiful birds, but colored uncannily like fresh blood. He tore his gaze away and urged his horse into a gallop to focus on the road ahead, which he hoped would one day soon lead him back home.

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levmada · 2 years

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Heavy thinking of kitty levi and breeding us….again……

this is what i have to say about that

also ive been obsessively rereading sar's recent blurbs so...this is a little inspired.

//praise, breeding press, hybrids (kitty levi), heats, doggy style, toys (prostate massager; fleshlight), multiple orgasms (m!receiving), overstimulation

When Levi’s knees are crowding the outside of your thighs, mounting you, his balls clapping against your wet pussy in quicker and sloppier thrusts because he needs another, and another, and another before maybe it’ll be enough for his heat to burn out...

His fat and swollen cock pinning your used pussy open for him to bury more of his cum inside. Blunt canines nicking your sweaty neck when his balls finally lift and drain inside for… who knows how many times now.

Whimpering into your hair. “Feels good, so good. Need more from my girl, yeah—mmm, fucking squeeze me like that...”

The metal of his collar doesn’t give any cool relief from the sweat pasting your bodies. Every light jingle is just another sharp thrust, rocking your bodies and slapping the headboard against the wall.

He’s relentless. You’re all but motionless, pussy spread and mouth constantly agape when he whimpers he’s coming again and another load of heat shoots inside you.

It’s hot. All you smell is thick sweat and sex, and what tears bleed down your cheeks, Levi’s tongue obediently laps up.

“I need—” He goes up on his haunches and grips your hips for a flurry of quick, hard thrusts. “Take it, take my cum more, fuck fuck fuck—”

You cry, thin and wrung out when his knot starts to swell on your rim. Your pussy takes the stretch, squeezing him, milking him. “L-Lev’…”

By your rapid shaking and the arch your back starts to take despite the press he has you in, you’re falling into another weak climax.

He collapses onto your back and dutifully rubs your raw clit through it. The rapid squeeze your pussy makes, working around his swollen cock, pushes him over the edge especially early into his heat, but near the end it isn’t enough, and sooner or later, you can’t take anymore.

“Break, kitty.”

Levi whines the loss, but he obeys, bullying his knot out and rolling onto his back. His legs spread, squirming, because he’s still fucking hard and throbbing for more. Below, his balls sit heavily above his pink, twitching hole.

After you retrieve the massager, still wet, from the end of the bed, Levi’s hand is already firmly working his cock by the time you grab his big thigh and work it back inside him.

You’re careful, you’re always careful, but it takes no resistance at all. He gasps once it's inside, his little hole squeezing its heavy girth. Once it's pressed snug against that spot, he moans out his relief. The base of the toy hugs his taint, brushing his balls.

“Turn it on.” Levi’s head has dropped back onto the pillows. “Please please please.”

The tops of your thighs are snug on either side of his hips, which rut when the vibrations start. You watch his pinched face slacken in relief, his tail nudging up and curling around the bend of your knee.

“Sorry, s’just…”

“I know,” you soothe breathlessly. “You’re a good boy. Keep fucking my hand for me. You need more?”

Levi’s cock is bright maroon, soaking wet from cum, lube, and spit. He fucks your fist with ease through his next climax, spilling a rivet of cum onto his belly, but after that, he does need more. You suck his tip clean before giving him the fleshlight.

Your mouth his searing. Whimpering, he hardens easily on your tongue before you slide the fake pussy on, down to the base.

The vibrations still rumble softly, nestled in his ass, his taint and up against his balls, but you know he’ll need more by the time his heat burns itself out from sheer exhaustion.

Even though the pussy isn’t you, a light sob still wracks Levi’s chest in relief.

His fluffy ears lay flat and twitch as you increase the vibrations. He isn't quiet for a moment; both toys combined hits his every spot, making him fuck the sleeve with sloppy desperation, moaning nonsense.

“Gonna come again,” he grunts, head rolling back, “Oh, fucking—please.”

His body picks up a shake, and you coo, “Such a good boy.”

Until you’re ready again, you’ll keep helping him fuck himself this way. Still, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

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levmada · 2 years

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i most certainly didnt post this before it was finished and lost ur ask anon. i hope u find this😭

i thought of @jayteacups and their recent post so jay shout out to u and ur amazing writing!!!!

content/warnings: descriptions of depression, i was going thru it when i wrote this, hurt/comfort, references to death+blood, there are tears

wc: ~1.1k

It’s not the end of the world. Not for Levi.

For some, it’s a different story. The bodies that once pumped the blood that spots his cloak now, the spray on his pant leg (a rescue too late), remnants of guts on his boots, or the congealed red-turned-brown caked under his fingernails.

Demons follow every Scout back home (the ones who make it back, that is). The more expeditions you survive, the longer the line of demons trails, the louder their clamor, the darker their silhouettes.

Someone weaker than him wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Or the choices he has to make. The ones where, no matter the outcome, he feels the same sins crawling on his back.

The storage cellar is nothing but inky blackness, so much so that Levi closes his eyes and the view is still lighter in comparison. It’s mercifully silent, piercing even, but the stone floor under his backside mercilessly hard.

The sights he has seen and couldn’t look away from, the wet metal, shit, and gore that has stuck to his nose, the acts he has committed with his two hands—

Well, by now he should have a guaranteed method of getting over this black stone sitting in his chest, spreading all throughout his veins, clenching his heart. You would think that after some point it gets easier.

It doesn’t. The feelings stay the same after they’re lured back from the shadows, where they were once at bay. At full force, they sink their claws in.

He is knocked to the ground again and again, as long as he has lived.

Today, at least it makes sense: his trigger fingers ache dully. On other days, the black feelings leer over him like looking down the barrel of a gun for seemingly no reason at all.

He will get over this, though. A thousand enemies haven’t killed him, so this feeling won’t, either. It takes time, and some forgetting, and some running away. Is all.

What is his strength for when his worst enemy is himself? he has to wonder.

And why does the idea of so much as moving from his space on the floor, tucked into himself small, feel the same as tearing down the sky? He can't bring himself to do anything.

How pathetic of him.

His stomach jumps to his chest as his tiny world of darkness is shattered by a light knock on the door.

“Levi?” your light voice beckons. “Are you in here?”

He holds his breath, and when he can hold it no longer, he exhales silently.

This dynamic, what you share, is new to him. He trusts you in a fight out there—he would not bear letting his feelings run free if he didn't—but to see him at his weakest? That fear is paralyzing.

“Levi?”

...But.

But he can’t waste away in this room. He wants your gentle tones, reminders that he is safe even though battered and bruised, and, and to be comforted.

It’s pulling teeth just to admit that to himself.

So, he rises to his feet, unsteady, and navigates around the crates through darkness.

He mentally prepares himself for you to have disappeared. It took him many moments to rise to his feet, let alone come to a decision.

The lock clicks when he turns it, letting in an onslaught of light that turns your visage strained and blurry until he adjusts.

Your brow knits. “Hi.”

He can’t. He can't trust himself to even speak, so he retreats back to his place near the corner, leaving the entrance open for you. If you want to come in, you can.

Just as he slides down to a sit, the room is shrouded in darkness once again. His eyes shut, soothed by it, but a spiky sort of comfort sinks in as your steps approach, navigating the night.

“Where are you?”

“Over here,” he grunts, voice a rasp. He swallows, but it doesn't help.

You slump down right beside him, causing him to go rigid. There is nothing he wants more than to reach out, but he finds himself frozen. He’s never asked for such things, because they will leave him. He’s hard-pressed to think he even needs it.

“How long have you been sitting here? I’ve been... kinda looking for you.” Your voice shrinks. “I got worried.”

“Sorry,” he says, then stammers. “Sometimes, I just... do this. It's fine.”

That dark feeling presses down heavier in his chest, the one he knows too well. That he failed. He is failing.

You reach and touch his arm, causing him to suck in a swift breath.

“I can go?” you offer.

Levi blinks. Before he knows it he’s snatching your hand, and simply pulling it close. He doesn’t entirely know what to say, let alone do, or think.

“Don’t,” he tries.

You shuffle closer until your sides completely touch, and then switch hands so one arm can awkwardly wrap around his middle.

It would be so easy to shuffle around and let himself be held by you. His breath shakes.

Your voice is by his hairline. “It’s alright, it’s okay now. I’m right here, okay?”

He closes his eyes, and lets his head drift down to your shoulder. It’d be even easier to doze off like this, given how much less he sleeps than he normally does when outside the Walls. If he can’t let his guard down at any other time, it towers out there.

“I’m not leaving you... Listen to me. It’s okay to lean on me, when you need it,” you speak into his dirty hair. “We can’t be strong all the time.”

The first silent sob gently wracks his chest. Ashamed, he shifts around and, in stark contrast to his frozen demeanor before, clambers into your arms. His feet land on the floor on your other side, knees bent and his arms tucked to his chest for yours to wrap around him. His face all but buries in your neck.

Unsurprisingly, maybe, you don’t act like he’s as pathetic as he feels. With a weary sigh, you cradle him close to you chest and rub his back in slow, soothing motions.

“It’s okay,” you continue to reassure. “You did your best, and that’s all that can ever be asked of you.”

“It will always get easier. It may not seem like it right now, it might feel like the end, but I promise it’s not.”

“You can always lean on me when it's hard. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

He finds that his cheeks are sticky with tears, and what he wants, desperately, is to forget, and fall asleep with you.

“Stay with me,” he whispers through the quiet, and automatically curses himself for asking. “W-Will you stay?”

You kiss his hair. “Yes. Always.”

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levmada · 2 years

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For your event can I suggest college AU with professor Levi and student reader? Smut prompts 34 and 128 🥵 congrats on your well deserved 1k!

WHEN I SAW U PICKED THESE TOGETHER MY JAW D R O P P E D. i also think this is the first event request i ever received and for that i am SORRY!!!!😭😭i’m so late

reader is 23 and levi is 26 btw. i didn’t wanna make them a student bc that’s weird imo

content/warnings: Professor!Levi, Assistant!Reader, some exhibitionism, seducing Levi, established relationship.

wc: ~.9k

After the last class of the day has filed out, the only sound in the auditorium is shuffling papers and the clack of keys on your keyboard... but the silence is piercing.

Even as Levi sips from his mug of tea, a staunch glare twists his pretty features. You're reluctant to break his focus, but he's been so stressed for however many consecutive days now that you're not only concerned for him, but his students.

Professor Ackerman induces a certain fear in whoever takes his class, and to first-years he's a boogyman. That would be funny if it hasn't been a little true lately.

He's been bitchy. Finals are coming up. You've long-since connected the dots.

You send him a little sidelong look from your small table, and at his long desk, shaped like a half-circle, he immediately notices. The mahogany that it's made of isn't even visible under a mess of papers, folders, and his computer.

Levi, in a mess.

"What is it?" he snips. "I'm in the middle of this."

You toil with the hems of your skirt. At least you got his attention.

Without a reply, you swivel towards him, no longer squeezing your thighs together discreetly like you had through these last two periods, but parting them.

You sigh to catch his attention again, aching.

His eyes widen. "What're you doing."

While his voice his flat, he manages to sound absolutely scandalized. Only on rare occasions have you ever fucked in his own classroom; if he was caught, the consequences are obvious.

A thrill shoots through your belly.

"Encouraging you."

"Encouraging me?"

You deadpan, and spread your legs so your pleated skirt bunches up at your upper thighs.

His chest rises, because you might not be wearing any panties.

"You're stressed—and you can't deny it when Dr. Zoe flinched when they asked if you wanted some coffee this morning. Remember that?"

He is motionless, but there is a certain tell in his eyes. He's holding back.

"Coffee is disgusting," he argues weakly.

"Maybe you need a good fuck to take your mind off it."

As your palm rides up your thigh, sliding your skirt, Levi rubs a hand down his face and pointedly looks down at his desk. Those damned papers.

"I don't have time for this."

You pin your tongue between your teeth, and rise to your feet. As you step up behind him, you drawl, "You've been working so hard lately..."

Your hands settle on his shoulders, and Levi immediately hisses as you dig your fingertips in. They roll back.

It's not just because you've been purposefully working yourself up since lunch; this comes from a place of love. Levi seems to think that the more stressed he is, the more he draws himself thin, the better he is at his job.

Indisputably, no. And you don't much like to be snapped at, either.

"You're hard as a rock. You poor thing," you murmur.

Levi makes a sound, like a strained whimper-turned-groan, and abruptly shrugs you off. You think he's going to say no seriously this time until he stands, turns, and all but spins you around, taking you against his front. You both face his desk.

For a long, arduous moment, he just holds you, breathing harshly into your pulse point. You feel the moment his lashes flutter.

"You..."

You take his hand with a soft squeeze, and guide it downward. "Me? This is about you."

He huffs. "No. I missed. You."

You heart jumps.

Hardness pinned to your backside—He's already hard?—strains as Levi gives in to your hand, and pushes his pointer through your soaked slit. He sighs. "I'm afraid... I can no longer remain professional."

You give him a look over your shoulder; a kiss to his nose. "No one's asking you to, Lev'."

An amused huff is breathed against your neck. His eyes float closed as his finger runs up to your clit, and rolls around in circles. Around and around and around.

You whimper, jaw dropping open. "Please."

"So impatient.... Fuck, you're soaked." He kisses your neck, sinking in his teeth.

You're not sure if he means you, or him.

"Keep, keep going," you sigh.

"I got work to do. Papers to grade," he says, two fingers dipping into your cunt. "But you're getting so tight."

He withdraws them and holds them up slightly for you. Scissoring them displays sticky strings of cum connecting his fingers.

"Can you even wait till we're in the car?"

You scoff softly and lean back against the strong frame behind you, pelting off heat, and the fucking rock pressed to your ass.

"I'm not the one who's hard," you say. "How d'you plan to hide that? Maybe we should fuck once or twice, and save the car for later."

His breathing has grown deep. Palms kneed your plush tits, rolling your nipples firmly under his thumbs.

"When did you start getting so fucking cute with me?" he snips, and squeezes.

"I was always cute," you moan. His muscles turn rigid. "You just started letting me get away with it."

He groans. "Bend over and spread your legs. 'Relieve my stress'."

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levmada · 2 years

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fluff alphabet [3/6]

This part contains J-M: jealousy, kisses, love confession, & marriage. i got wayy into this one.

wc: ~1.5k

warnings: none

J » Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

This is based off something Isayama (may or may not have) said—but I don’t think Levi is a jealous person, not in canon at least: if he’s with you, it’s already expected that he trusts you within an inch of his life, so when it comes to others talking you up or shooting you a flirty look, it doesn’t bother him in any way—he’s confident where your loyalties lie.

However, there are exceptions. For one, if you playfully flirt back, and Levi is either within earshot or finds out (of course you’d be joking, but he’s bad at reading tone as it is and would likely misinterpret), he would immediately shut down and blame himself.

He has a lot of insecurity, especially in the realm of relationships and intimacy. He would assume he isn’t being open enough, did something wrong, or is wrong. He would totally cave inward and suppress his upset until he inevitably blows up/breaks down.

For Levi specifically this would look like bitchiness and passive aggressiveness until the misunderstanding is resolved. He needs to be pet on the head, made some steaming tea and reassured that you still want him :( The abandonment issues are severe with this one.

“Huh? Lev’, all I want is you. Don’t be silly.” You smooth his hair down, tucking him against your side.

He sets his jaw, cheeks dusted in pink. “…You sure?”

“Always.”

So Levi isn’t a jealous person—that doesn’t mean he isn’t (over)protective. A situation looks unsafe? His eyes are on you. You’re shifting away and hunching up, uncomfortable? Levi is immediately striding between you and the other person and breaking up the interaction. He’ll be rude regardless, but depending on the threat, he is absolutely willing to smash a few heads together to ensure you’re safe.

“Shut your shitty mouth. You’ll turn around and go back to your pathetic friends if you know what’s good for you.”

Depending on how his partner sees it, his protectiveness can be... a bit much sometimes. Levi knows you're perfectly capable of protecting yourself, but he’s lost a lot—don’t blame him for keeping an extra-close eye on you. He refuses to lose someone else he cares about, let alone the most precious person in his life :(

K » Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Levi is a heart-stopping, intimate, incredible kisser - not because he has mountains of experience, but because he’s so adept at reading his partner. He’s as awkward as he is a quick learner, and he has these soft, full, pink perfect lips… and he wears a little chapstick. I can’t be convinced of this otherwise.

He’s the type to ask if he can kiss you before he does it, if he’s the one to initiate it - i severely doubt he would be.

You would snake your fingers down his jaw and gently pull him towards you for him to understand. His eyes widen a little in surprise, lips gently parting in preparation for yours to fall over his own. He can’t even think to respond in kind when it first happens because he’s stunned?? The soft press of your lips feels so nice moving against his and there’s this anxious ball of delight pingponging inside him????

When he can think, he would move so slow, testing the waters and what he likes (but more importantly to him, what you like). As I said, he’s a quick learner, and he falls in rhythm pretty quickly the more kisses you share.

Levi is the type to kiss shyly, but as soon as you press closer, he’s molding your lips together and tilting his head and - god, he’s so passionate. It’s not just that either, because when he kisses his partner his hands are always gonna be on you somewhere: cradling your cheek, resting on the nape of your neck, pressing you close by the small of your back… He’s always needing you closer.

L » Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Levi would simply not; not unless he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you felt the same as him, or he just couldn’t go on denying it anymore (see: his constant fixation on your safety, especially on expeditions, and his slyrocketing sexual desire.)

You have to live rent-free in his mind before he even considers confessing how he feels. Levi doesn’t normally deal in feelings, you know??😭Not to mention his crippling horror of losing someone else he lets in too close.

As for how? In a very convoluted, indirect way that you may have to read between the lines to understand. He’s not a wordy person, nor is he good at putting them together.

Honestly?? I think he’d go out of his way to figure out what your favorite flower/treat/thing is and buy them, give them to you, then stammer out something along the lines of:

“I… did this because I wanted to. We want the same things.” He swallows thickly. “You look nice today.”

He is so precious—very awkward, but for the emotions he can’t figure out how to convey through words, he will go through all sorts of lengths to communicate it in other ways.

It’s so much easier if you confessed to him, tbh. Levi will take the initiative if he has no other choice, but I don’t see him as being a charmer, or even that charismatic. He simply knows he wants to be with you, and shows that in the best ways he knows how.

That’s what I gather from canon!Levi, at least.

M » Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Levi doesn’t see marriage as the end goal in a relationship, no way no how - but ofc the idea of such a grand gesture of commitment is a thought that he’d be all-in for, if you want that with him. But he lived his whole life outside the norm and knows just how precious life and love is - he’s happy just be with you. Marriage isn’t a requirement to him.

He draws meaning from softer, more fleeting moments. Take just sharing a pot of tea early in the morning, lounging on the porch and admiring the sunrise. It’s the small things, and it’d have to be a pretty damn serious relationship for him to play around the idea of committing yourselves to each other for the rest of your lives (that is, making it official). But when he gets the idea in his head?? Starts yearning for it every time your hands link together and spots your lonely ring finger?? omg.

There are character interviews that have spread around, detailing that the way Levi would propose is by asking in some typa way, “Would you live with me?” And I find this to be accurate!

He doesn’t find the words so important, but he would make the moment precious all he can. Levi has too much patience to propose spontaneously, but considering how nervous he’d be, he’d jump the gun and probably swipe out the ring earlier in the evening than he planned.

Just… bringing you somewhere nice, treating you to a nice time with a gazebo, or a little secluded place by the docks. His hands pick up a light tremble which he can’t hide in his pockets when he takes out the ring, and takes your hand. I don’t think he’d necessarily get down on one knee (he does not have a flair for dramatics lol), but he’d ask the question in a rambling, stammering way because he cannot get across just how fucking much he wants to be by your side the rest of your lives.

The married life with Levi wouldn’t differ so much from the era of your relationship before that landmark point in your lives. Things are very much the same: he loves you the same, he tends to your garden the same, he makes you tea and kisses you good morning the same, but it feels more… real now. You’re committed to each other until death, and that promise no longer goes unspoken or is conveyed in words like I love you, you know? It’s comfortable and content :) cue the rest of your lives

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levmada · 2 years

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based on this meme @postwarlevi sent on discord SO LONG AGO IM SORRY the other day LMAO

content/warnings: post-canon (no spoilers), worth a giggle, Levi hates driving

wc: ~.5k

“Levi.”

No answer. Frowning, you glance over at him behind the skinny black wheel that’s used to steer. His eyes are flickering between a dozen things at once, including every needle on the dashboard.

“Levi,” you whisper, squeezing the so-called ‘grab handle’. Same as you, his knuckles are pasty from holding on so hard; what muscles you can see of his arms from his elbows down veiny and hard.

You should’ve listened to him when he said that renting one of these three-ton “death machines” would be a bad idea; he didn’t know what the grab handles were, either.

“Levi.”

“I’m focusing,” he snaps, and shifts the clutch as you take a turn. “Quiet. Or I’ll drive to a shop and buy some duct tape.”

You laugh out loud, feeling hysterical. “We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

Not entirely true. You insisted on starting out cautiously, practicing on these deserted, rural roads with green land stretching in all directions after passing the written test to drive, which you also insisted he do.

Levi wholeheartedly agreed with one of these suggestions.

“I have one functional eye,” he retorts. “And eight fingers.”

“I couldn’t even tell!”

A scoff. “Neither could the Marleyans who sold us this thing.”

“Look, we have three eyes, and eighteen fingers between us. It’s fine. This is just a learning—” you laugh again, “—a learning curve.”

He glares at the asphalt ahead. Fact is, he never would’ve agreed to any of this hadn’t he thought it would be useful.

And you really wanted him to. Women aren’t “allowed” to have license to drive, whatever that means.

His mood is already so shitty that just remembering that fact pisses him off more. Women dedicated their hearts to fly through the air and get eaten by Titans where he’s from. They can’t drive one shitty death machine here?

Then you softly gasp, and he’s ripped from his train of thought just as this black death machine is almost run into a ditch. He swivels the wheel just in time to the tune of you squealing, and stops.

He puts the death machine in park, and stares at you above that hand clapped over your face. The engine idles softly.

“Sorry,” you breathe, high in your throat. “We were going so fast, the trees started blurring.”

“Blurring,” he deadpans. “They blurred when you flew through the sky, too.”

“That’s my point!” You’re whispering this for some reason. “But it’s not like a horse. We have to follow a guided path, between lines, with other cars, which are…” You settle back in your seat, sighing long and loud. “…bigger.”

He settles back too, or tries, and cracks his knuckles. That ache in his leg is starting up again... he’s been tense, to say the least.

All his life it’s been easy to take after new things, but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you frown. “You want me to take over?”

While against the law, you mutually agreed it’s a stupid law, so he’s had you practicing, too. But mostly the written test.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “I won’t freak out and make the driver crash.”

“I won’t freak out when my passenger makes a little noise, causing me to crash.”

He smirks a little behind his good hand. “Then it’s agreed. Knock yourself out.”

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levmada · 2 years

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Happy 1k followers!

I have a canon Levi request 😏

Smut

Reader comes back early after a mission and finds Levi in bed, only wearing their very oversized sweater, being…busy.

“want help with that?”

Nothing better, than Levi being bashful 🥰

THIS IDEA IS SO HOT THANK U

content/warnings: masturbation (m!receiving), subby Levi, oral, (m!receiving), voyeurism at the beginning, dom+sub dynamics, edging (m!receiving), a little anal play (m!receiving)

wc: ~1.2k

You had only gone to get groceries. Groceries. Some soaps, food stuffs, and even sweets for Levi’s squad.

Did he ask you to? No, never. In fact he glared on your way out the door when you told him, until cracks grew in his expression as you explained to him that you just wanted to.

Hands on his waist were fleeting, barely creeping up and giving his belt loops a tug before you gave him a fleeting kiss and went on your way.

Which really, makes the sight before you now so much sweeter.

Levi, on his back in bed with just one of your sweaters on—a plush, wooly white one—whose sleeves sag around his elbows. One hand holds his bare thigh open, and his other is around his cock, weeping and hard between his soft thighs.

He barely slows at the new sight of you, encouraging a soft smile oozing with satisfaction to quirk your lips.

Heat had stirred in your belly, hearing his soft breathy sighs from the hall, and now you discreetly press your thighs together where you stand at the doorway. You just watch.

He still doesn’t stop, but the pink on his cheeks darkens when you don’t approach, stretching below his collar where his sweater begins.

“Look at you,” you murmur, eyes drifting all down his body. “Want help with that?”

In response, he lets his cock go and leans up so he’s in the perfect position to land a heavy kiss on his lips. The grunt he makes dissolves into a low groan as his hands latch onto your waist.

“Why the fuck did you go n’ leave me like that?” he stammers into the kiss. His hand dives into your hair as you continue sucking wet marks in a trail down his throat.

“Like what?” you chuckle.

He groans again, taking one of your hands and shoving it up underneath his sweater, where heat pelts off his soft muscles. Your cool hands quickly warm on their way over his pecs.

“What, baby?”

“When you do things for me…” Levi stalls; with your relationship being his first, it’s pulling teeth for him to articulate the ways you make him feel. “You can’t tease me like that.”

Your chuckle has hot breath puffing into the hollows of his collarbones. “Cute.”

Your palm rides over his sternum and rubs around his peaky nipple. Finally stroking, firm and slow, makes Levi gasp.

Seeing, hearing the effect you have on him—you clit softly throbs.

“Want me to do something about it?” you tease, despite yourself.

He rubs your hip, a hand darting up your shirt and dipping into your bra. A hard, “Obviously,” is breathed against your jaw.

You lick your lips as you shuffle between his thick thighs, deliberating. They subtly try to close around your middle.

You tut. “Don’t move, Levi.”

With your heavy tongue, you lick a line from the dark wiry hairs below his navel to his sternum, pushing the wool up and out of the way as you lick.

“Let me give it to you,” you say.

In response, his hand follows up the nape of your neck, and rubs your scalp.

Down below his waist, you swallow a noise at what you see. His cock idles hard and hued deeply red, telling you just how long he’s been at this by himself.

“Were you waiting on me?” You lick into the hollow of his hip. “Edging yourself?”

He hisses softly as your palm wraps around his thick base, sliding up to the tip. “Y-Yes.”

On the first pump, his thighs twitch, but remain still.

“Good boy,” you sigh, nearly whimpering, and suckle one of his balls into your mouth.

He all but cries out with the firm suctioning of your mouth. You feel his dick strain against your cheek, muscles tensing to keep still.

You give his taint a lick, and move up, following a particularly thick vein on the side. In return, you earn a little whimper.

You want him louder. Following up to his round tip, you suction it between your lips, and taste thick salt as it rolls over your tongue.

Your eyes flutter up to his, barely open, and moan softly.

“Fuck,” he hisses, heavily through his teeth. “You’re so, fucking…”

In your firm grasp, his cock throbs. His hips twitch underneath you, finally, while his hands are all over your hair, pushing as much of it out of your face as possible while simultaneously inching you down for more.

You grunt in disapproval, pulling off and licking your swollen lips.

His eyes widen in confusion, leaving his cock to strain, helpless, on top of his pelvis. “No, why’d you—?”

“‘cause you’re disobeying,” you respond, like it’s obvious. All he gets for now is a single fingertip sliding up his taint.

Levi shivers, fists white in the sheets. “I’m-I’m not.”

“You are.” That fingertip, now slick with his cum, rocks into his slit.

A poorly-concealed whine slides between his grit teeth, and his hips jolt, thighs nearly closing around it.

“See?”

“Doesn’t count,” he argues weakly. “Fucking touch me.”

“It does, and you’re trying to boss me around, too, which means you’re not coming.”

A frantic “No!” leaves him before you’re even done talking.

Levi realizes his mistake. A hotter blush spreads across his cheeks as your eyes land on him, and what little he was being given leaves him.

“Why don’t you show me...?” His faint voice trails off, legs spreading. The twitching muscles on his belly peek out from under the sweater's hems. “Teach me a lesson. On…”

His total inability to tell you want he wants is cute, in a way; a wave of heat rolls through your lower half. Now you’re interested (even if you weren’t... you’d still want to get him off, one way or another).

“To be good?” You spread his legs far apart and launch forward so his knees bend and land squarely on his pecs. Pinned.

You’ve always loved his insane flexibility. Levi only grunts in surprise, his arms flying back to brace himself.

“You want me to teach you how to be a good boy, Lev’?”

He starts to say your name, but you shove the sweater up before he can finish, lumped up around his sharp collarbones. His muscles, especially on his belly, are folded by the press.

Levi squirms. He’s more than vulnerable to whatever you plan to do to him now.

“Answer,” you demand.

He hides his face in the collar, but he grits out, “Y-Yes, just make me come.”

He abruptly spreads his thighs as far as they’ll go, exposing his swollen cock and balls, but especially his pink hole. His balls are hugged by his very inner thighs, trapped.

He shrinks under your gaze. “Please.”

You find yourself smiling. “That’s a good start, baby,” you say, and take his neglected cock in a loose fist.

“Hah.”

You lean down, spit, and revel in his gasp as a glob of spit rolls down, over his twitching hole.

“Let’s see if you can keep your word, hm?”

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levmada · 2 years

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Cannon verse, Dadvi (it just get my heart),

Fluff

'Is that my shirt?'

And super mega congrats on the milestone!! You deserve all the love and more!!!

thank you!! this ran a bit short😅but i think it’s cute

content/warnings: dadvi, we are on that GRIND, fluffy

wc: ~.3k

You see Levi before you even hear him. He tends to walk like a spy anyway, and it's late, but your son, cradled in his arms, isn't making a sound, either. Bliss.

When he appears in the doorway, you look away from your blinding screen and smile wearily. "Look who it is: my two favorite boys in the world."

Levi snorts and ambles over.

You're reluctant to keep typing, bracing for the moment he closes the lid to your laptop, which he does, sealing the room in darkness.

"Last I checked, you were getting some much-needed rest. Don't make me drag you to bed with a baby in my arms."

You switch on the lamp and sigh. Leaning over, you wrap your arm around his legs. The awkward position lets you rest your head to his belly, just under his sternum. Your baby's face is sleeping.

"I know," you sigh.

You know the importance of maternity leave, but after doing nothing for nine months (you have Levi to thank for that), you've grown antsy. Laying your son down usually means you'll be up again within the next hour, too, but you underestimated Levi's top-notch parenting skills. Maybe he's just a calming presence to be around.

A hand drifts to your hair, and rubs. "Come to bed, then. Someone misses you."

You snort. Rising to your feet, you kiss your son's little forehead, then Levi's. "I wonder who that could be."

His soft glare challenges you.

Then, “Is that my shirt?”

Besides one of Levi's faded band tees—back when he was in a band—all you're wearing is a pair of panties. It's big enough so that its stringy hems dangle around mid-thigh.

You quirk a brow, your hand moving up to his cheek. "Is that against the law?"

"Yeah. The laws in dreamland," he retorts. He turns his head, kisses your palm. "Bed. Our son, too."

"Okay okay, officer," you giggle.

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levmada · 2 years

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Hi, I'm the anon that asked anlian-aishang about headcanons for asexual Levi with an asexual male s/o and they said you'd be happy to take the ask if I were okay with it. I absolutely am! Please take the idea and run to your heart's content about it. Thank you!

hi!! yes!!! i’m asexual and a male reader advocate trans-masc, so i was frothing at the mouth to take ur ask.

since these seem jus like general hcs?? and asexuality is on a spectrum, i’m gonna run with it! This turned out to be 99% levi’s pov though😅 sorry

okay. no matter how it happens that you find out both you and Levi are asexual, it’s the sweetest shit ever.

//internalized acephobia, fear&insecurity, internal pressure to have sex

wc: ~2.1k

To say Levi was kind of hesitant to even consider the thought of a relationship would be an understatement. He rationalized it to himself a lot since he met you.

Growing up Underground in his teen years, sex sold there - it was a commodity, a market. plenty of people spoke of it, plenty of people had it, but personally he didn’t see the appeal at all. At the sound of any discussion he usually shut the guilty party up.

It all sounded like two animals flopping around, naked, in their own fluids until they didn’t feel any need to anymore. He understood the pleasure, and the potential importance for those who were into that kind of thing, but it wasn’t for him.

And Levi didn’t beat himself up about it or anything. He knew the way he was raised was abnormal, along with his skillset and his morals, so what was one more thing?

He didn’t know anything about sexuality, or preferences, and he didn’t really care to before it became really fucking important to - because of his feelings for you.

In the first place… what did he know about attraction? Survival was all he knew; he lived it, breathed it, and killed for it as well. That mattered a helluva lot more in his mind than the way his palms broke into a sweat when he was pulled into a conversation with you, how he felt his chest utterly cramp with butterflies, and how—even more than normal—he had no fucking clue how to talk to you. Like a tough stain, thoughts of you clung to his mind, and refused to let go.

Thoughts of another man, nonetheless. That wasn’t the option many other men went with, he knew that, but the thing was, he had known many more men than women in his life (that being the state of things in his past life he had led back Underground). He’d never had the privilege to just… be around someone who wasn’t like him, someone who wasn’t hardened by violence, or killed everything he touched, or had any ulterior motives but to fight for freedom with the Scouts. You had a good heart. And you were so handsome.

Anyway, Levi took a liking to you. Before he could come to terms with that in of itself, he had to, in the end, begrudgingly, torturously, ask Hange what the fuck was wrong with himself.

After laughing at him for a good five minutes straight, so hard they ended up rolling around on the floor, Levi gave them a good kick in the side and only then did they actually give him a real answer.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” they cackled. Their eyeglasses were cloudy from tears. “Oh, Levi. Levi, Levi, Levi…”

There might as well have been steam pouring out of his ears. “What? Out with it already.”

They grinned up at him, eyes glossy. “You like somebody! Damn, I never thought I’d see the day! …Question is if you’re nice enough that she likes you back.”

His eyes hardened. He wasn’t impressed.

Hange knowing was probably (certainly) the worst-case scenario. They took just about every chance they could to make fun of him just enough for no one to figure out what they actually meant—just that it made Captain Levi blush… before he made them shut up about it, obviously. Being ignorant to who it was exactly didn’t affect them in the least.

Seeing you, while Hange was within earshot?? Socializing at all was a lost-cause. He had to remove himself from the situation immediately, because no matter how you sliced it, he would make a fool of himself every time.

Because of this, you eventually got the idea in your mind that you had pissed Levi off in some way. You were very close longtime comrades (had to be for him to grow attached), but at an unknown point, he began to pull away, acting strangely around you. You never spent time together, just the two of you, anymore.

The truth came out eventually, like pulling teeth. Levi was the most awkward person imaginable about it. He just kept fucking stammering. It was impossible to so much as look at you in the eye.

But… he really did like you. He liked everything about you, actually. Being a stranger to so much as a nice, casual touch, he tensed the first time you laid your head on his shoulder. Affection seemed to burn him.

But he would gladly make you tea every day of the week, or adjust your belts, or buy you something you’d been eyeing for a while. His attention to detail was impeccable. He came to be willing to do damn near anything for you, but it took him some getting used to it to slide up next to you in private, and maybe even take your hand, if that was okay.

Levi actually came to really, really fucking love you. Every chance he got (without getting caught), his eyes were on you. He worried endlessly outside the Walls, especially since it was impossible to protect you all the time. The idea of loss, loss of something this special, scared him as much as it made him terrifyingly determined to fight within an inch of his life to protect you.

Showing even an inkling of just how deep Levi’s feelings ran in public, he didn’t like. He was thankful you understood—every dirty, horrible facet about him, you understood.

Your boundaries as well, he followed to a tee. You cared for him without any conditions, and he did too, even though it was like pulling teeth to show you how much.

Then, inevitably… it all circled back to sex again. Another reason Levi didn’t entertain the idea of a relationship was sex, a seemingly staple part of what a relationship even was. It didn’t exist without that.

By that time, Levi was fairly confident about what you two shared, and just how much it meant to you—but this was different. There wasn’t anything he genuinely faced up against and thought, I can’t handle this.

But he dreaded the idea of sex.

But he also had to admit to himself that he didn’t want his life without you beside him.

Mixing the two was like fire and water. It was a fact—even though most of what he heard had no strings attached—that it was bound to happen sooner or later. No denying it.

This wasn’t one of those things he could shove deep down inside as another stain on who he was, either; it was intricately woven with you.

However: it had strangely never been an issue before, not really. Sometimes you would stay over in his larger officers’ quarters, but laying cuddled up in bed together never led to anything. Awkwardness sat in the air sometimes, but only when it got more physical. Like that odd look on your face after exchanging more than a few kisses.

He enjoyed kissing you, how your lips felt softer than velvet moving against his, and that way—when dressed in his uniform leathers—you would make a grab for his waist belts to make the kiss last longer.

But he found himself uncomfortable by the idea of moving further than that. The signs suggested that you felt similarly, but if he was wrong, and you were waiting for him to make the next move—it wasn’t going to happen. Even if he desired it, he needed 100% guarantee before he made any drastic moves.

He was perfectly content the way things were, in fact he really didn’t want it any other way.

The pressure came to a boiling point though, as all things do.

Levi is by no means a pushover. He can’t be intimidated. However, it’s a different situation when he wants to make the most important man in his life happy. And stubbornly, he genuinely believes he can brave through anything without giving a second thought to the repercussions when it came to himself.

Evening, after supper, he had creeped up behind you in the dim sitting room, which was only illuminated by the fireplace. Because you were trying to act sneaky by taking a sip of his tea while he was out of the room, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and asked over your shoulder, “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing at all,” you sing-songed, tucking the cup more protectively against your chest. He scoffed with a small kiss to your cheek, and it escalated from there.

It didn’t actually trouble him to go and make another cup, but then you were turning around in his arms and snaking your fingers through his undercut. Then, with the cup hastily, firmly put aside, you sighed just as heavily and took his lips again.

Your hands tripping around his waist, you seemed in a pretty big hurry to kiss him, so he grappled for your shoulders and tried to match your pace.

Even though it was a fucked up way to feel, Levi could admit in his own mind, to put himself through this kind of grief—as long as it meant your happiness he wouldn’t have thought twice.

He wasn’t unattracted to you, it was the act itself. It was the act that made dread fill his stomach, his heart twist, and instinctively inch away.

If this was what you wanted—

Eyes shining, he dodged your lips and started smacking warm kisses down your jaw, as tense as a wooden board. You clung to him. But, it appeared you noticed that at the same time he noticed that how heavily you were breathing wasn’t normal.

Of course he stopped—immediately, and did what he had been itching to do since you first licked into his mouth, which was pull away.

Face hot, he stared at that glass-like look on your face, and realized it matched his own. He didn’t know how to fix this.

Your hold on the fabric of his shirt slackened the slightest bit. “You don’t want to?” you whispered.

Even before the words were out he had looked away, lost. Part of him wanted to correct this right now in case it was nerves, or some confusion, it could always be that; the other part just wanted to go brew you a new cup of tea.

“Levi…?” you said, voice twinged by hope. “You don’t want this.”

His jaw tightened, gaze unmoving with the floor. “I’m supposed to.”

You sighed, like letting bad air out of a balloon. “I—I’m supposed to, too.”

Struck, he looked back at your wide eyes.

“Did you ever want to?” you asked.

He frowned, deeply. “Don’t tell me you slobbered all over me just now because you felt like doing me a favor.”

It was your turn to turn worried. “Don’t tell me you did the same thing.”

Finally, he took a more even step back. It was time to face the facts it seemed—that there was something deeply broken about him that let him feel the way he did for you, but without the rest of the requirements. Sexual desire.

So: forever thankful (though confused at first) was Levi that he read you right. You were relieved, and you were a lot smarter than him.

You felt the exact way he did—that sex was going to be inevitable at some point, how the anxiety and insecurity ate at you—which is why you started what you did.

You knew so much more than him :( The sharp pang of skepticism he felt was stubborn to leave as you explained how this wasn’t a bad way to feel. There was no mindbreaking trauma that completely erased the reason for his feelings from his mind.

It was normal. it wasn’t common, but he wasn’t broken. He was okay.

Missed feelings? Silent resentment? Some other alternative that would have been relationship-ending? No longer applied. No longer anything.

God. Just, the weight of the whole entire world slipped off his shoulders.

And you know what?—Nothing after that changed for anything but the better. Both of you had reached a new closeness in an invisible, underlying way that was clear to just the both of you.

Sleeping in the same bed together was actually made even better without any unspoken expectations. Sometimes, in the dark, when Levi couldn’t sleep and you were determined to stay up with him (much to his chagrin), whenever you blinked at each other, it felt like you spoke the perfect morse code than neither of you knew, but both of you understood.

Did Hange still make kissy noises when you and Levi did any conceivable thing together? Yes, obviously. And let them.

You didn’t need sex to share a healthy, thriving connection. And neither of you wanted it any other way.

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levmada · 2 years

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Pussydrunk Levi agenda.

// edging (m!receiving), use of restraints/gag (m!receiving), mommy kink, praise, oral/face-fucking (f!receiving)

Edging Levi with his wrists tied up behind his head and a bright red ball gag bulging his cheeks, forcing saliva to dribble down his chin.

You’ve made him so stupid that he blindly fucks into your hand with just a loose fist pumping his slippery cock. Anything that will finally push him over the edge.

He doesn’t even register what you’re saying until you pop the gag out from between his swollen lips, leaving wet streaks. Finally, you say you’ll let him cum as long as, “you be a good boy and lick mommy’s cunt. 'kay, sweetie?”

And he whines brokenly, nods without a care in the world of what you’re asking him to do. He's not really listening to be honest, because if he’s good you’ll let him empty his heavy balls, and he wants to be good for you.

Now that you’re hovering above him, cupping the back of his head, he lurches to meet you halfway for a taste. Dragging his heavy tongue through your messy slit, he moans. Loud.

He just fucking loves your heavy, sweet taste. You’re so wet, dripping down his chin, and it just keeps coming. He makes out with your pussy, pink lips smacking and coated in your cum, until you’re shuddering and rocking your hips.

It's your praise. How you tell him to keep going, just like that, and how fucking good of a boy he is - all while you fuck his face. with his thighs spread and hips twitching, he can’t help fucking the air blindly, wishing it was your cunt.

It's too much - too hot. His climax has been dangled in front of his face for too long. The noises you make, every sweet prick of pain from the way you’re tugging his hair, and your taste rolling over his tongue has his cock pulsing. His balls give a hard throb and his blood turns into liquid heat as a loud moan vibrates into your cunt, and he cums all over himself just like that, untouched.

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OHHH DOMESTIC AND DOOR but let's say it's levi who won't let us in :3

after today this was necessary. i’m realizing i’m mostly writing hurt/comfort before the other event submissions but it’s ok🥲

content/warnings: hurt+comfort, negative self-talk/slight loathing, there’s a cat!

wc: ~1.8k

One muse sits outside the door to comfort the other, who won’t let them in.

You and Levi’s first dinner with your parents could not have gone any worse… and that was when he went out of his way to gain their approval.

His “nice style of dress” was the only positive descriptor your parents had for him (“Try to stay positive,” you told him; that was the only compliment they spoke out loud).

He cleaned up well, great. Talk about the bare minimum.

He spoke very few words, and how rude. Your drawl, your parents said. It’s quite lazy.

Levi had never heard—he didn’t think it was possible—anyone speak more like they had a stick up their ass, other than Erwin.

He turned down your mother’s offer for her soufflé, because it was crammed with so much sugar he could spot the grains swimming around at the top (her lips tugged downward).

Refusing to talk about his own upbringing. Well, that was heresy in your parents’ eyes. They just wanted to get to know him...

He would’ve just bit the bullet and shared some (vague) stories about his past if he didn’t think, by that point in dinner, that your father would tear your engagement ring right off your finger by the time Levi finished his first sentence. His upbringing is no fairytale like you agreed they lived in; Levi didn’t have the wealth, education, or grace your parents could fit in one little finger.

Fucking shit.

“I told them you don't like sweets,” you’re imploring him through the door, floundering for excuses.

“It’s not your fault.” His tone is flat, but he means every goddamn word. “You’d be—stupid to blame yourself for any of this.”

“But it’s not your fault, either!”

He blinks mildly at no particular spot in the bathroom. Once you both got home, he just… needed somewhere to be by himself. Thirty minutes later, you got worried.

“Levi, I need to pee.”

“Downstairs bathroom.”

Your groan is miserable. “Please just come out. It’s not the end of the world if they don’t like you—”

“They don’t like me,” he snaps. “They looked seconds away from kicking me out of the king’s fucking court.”

“But I like you,” you shoot back. “I love you. I want to marry you.”

After tonight, he wants to ask, why? Did a fraction of the wrongness about him seep into you that soon clouded your judgment, making you think that? Did he trick you?

Early on in your relationship, the harsh differences (they couldn’t be more harsh in fact) between your upbringings were even more clear. He asked himself shit like this back then too, but after some point... the way you made him feel convinced him that none of it mattered.

His years running with gangs in the gentrified shit-holes of the big city, his, more or less, lack of parents. The destitution. Prostitution. Murder.

But you met at a library. Levi caught a lucky break when he enlisted in the military at twenty. He served, got a scholarship in mathematics. You kissed his knuckles and called him beautiful. He bought you flowers, adopted a cat. You proposed to him. You told him he has a heart of gold.

Not that he could ever bring himself to believe you about the last part, but... it was nice to hear regardless.

But tonight it’s back to wondering why all fucking over again.

The silence after your testimony stretches and stretches on, like a lazy bowstring until it threatens to snap. He feels the tension crawling under his skin.

Until shuffling sounds beyond the door: sounds like you’re giving him more time alone.

Good, he wants to think. He wants to be satisfied with that, and… he also wants you to walk away, to find someone good for you who knows how to emote with their face and profess their love to you like fucking Romeo and Juliet without having an embarrassment-induced heart attack. Someone not, or at least less, fucked up than him.

Your parents would get down on their knees and bless your marriage.

Fuck, they wouldn’t shoot this made-up partner of yours the shrewdest glances. Their eyes wouldn’t say, You’re below me, and their mouths wouldn’t say, “You’re a little… Um, aren’t you?”

They wouldn’t act like breathing the same air as him gives them a migraine. Not like, once he was gone they would clear all the rooms of their mansion with incense.

Maybe he’s blowing it up in his head some, but his point is the same. They loathe him. They’re probably disappointed in you, too, which is so much worse.

Levi has sufficiently upset himself even more than he was before.

Normally, he wouldn’t give a shit what even the fucking president thinks about him. He would even retaliate, but these are your parents. Soon to be his family. He practically craved their approval.

He shuffles his feet, sighing softly. He wants to not care what your parents think, and fuel this scenario he has created of you finding someone better, but he knows if that second thing actually happened, then. Well, he wouldn't know what to do.

He is pulled from his dark thoughts by a furry white paw pushing under the door. Pierre wants in. A whiny meeuurooww breaks through the wood, and it’s a little hard not to let his spirits lift.

If it were any normal night, Pierre would be hopping onto the foot of your king-sized bed right about now and searching for a spot, usually curled up behind the bend of your knees.

Tonight he clearly has some complaints.

Sorry, Levi thinks. His finger touches Pierre's pink pawpad, and the pushing grows more anxious.

He is used to people thinking he’s lower than dirt—he got the same treatment when he first started college—but just for once why can’t he be good enough for people whose opinion he cares about?—Besides you, Hange, and Erwin?

He misses the moment Pierre’s paw disappears back under the crack of the door. Again he’s knocked from his depressing monologue when what sounds like a pillow flops on the ground where Pierre must have just been laying.

Brows furrowed, Levi peers under the crack. That is definitely your panda squishmallow.

“What the hell are you doing?” He almost growls. “You’re not sleeping out there on the fucking floor.”

“If I need to pee, I have the downstairs bathroom,” you chime back. “But I can’t sleep without my Levi, so this is the best alternative.”

His eyes squeeze shut. Random squiggles swim behind his eyes before he recovers from that sentence, and opens them.

“I’m not...” He struggles.

Your audible finicking with some sort of blanket pauses. “Not?”

Good enough? Worthy? He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling like some shitty teenage girl who got stood up on prom night.

“Go sleep in a real bed.”

You don’t even hesitate. “It’s not the same without you. And I don’t think I could sleep at all knowing you’re sitting alone in that bathroom, Levi.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffs.

Surprise is thick in your voice. “Ridiculous? Okay, well look: you don’t decide my feelings for you. No matter how badly you see yourself... I really don’t care.”

Your hand, or maybe your forehead, thumps on the door behind him. “I’ll tell you you’re wrong. Every.” Thump. “Single.” Thump. “Time. I don't care if you ever believe me, either, as long as you... stay to hear me.”

That better be your hand.

He breathes in, and lets it out through his nose. In, and out. In. Out.

Despite knowing him like the back of your hand, he wracks his mind for any horror stories you don’t know about. There has to be something you’re not getting, even though he doesn’t know it himself.

“What if you’re wrong?” he asks, voice hollow.

He hears you sigh, long and even. “Then, I love a bad person.”

His heart drops to his stomach.

“A really bad person who opens the door when I get out of the car, and lets me take his picture even though he hates how he looks in them. And got a fluffy cat even though he doesn’t like cleaning up cat hair.” Your voice falters. “A-And shares chocolate ice cream with me when I’m too full to eat it, even though he hates chocolate.

“A really bad person who I really wanna spend my life with.”

Your speech ends strained.

Meanwhile Levi’s heart is back in his throat. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, period, to even see. He discreetly wipes his eyes, knees hugged to his chest.

“Your family doesn't see it that way,” he grits out. He worries you can’t even hear him. “Their opinion’s important.”

“My family, who met you for the first time tonight. There’s a reason I never really let them meet you: they’re quick to judge and super stuck in their ways.”

“To say the least,” he mutters.

You don’t seem to hear him. “They don’t know you at all, yet, but by the time they do, they’ll change their minds. If not, then, they won’t.

“I love you more than I care what they’ll ever think of you, Lev’.”

You make it all seem so clear, so easy.

He turns so his side is pressed to the door. That’ll make it easier for you to hear him.

Digging his nails in his palm, “Sorry for making you say all that. I, I just don't get why you feel that way.”

“You didn’t make me do anything,” you reply calmly. “I could be in bed right now, remember?”

You’re waiting for an answer.

He toys with the silver ring on his finger. “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to get it. I just want you to believe that I feel that way, ‘cause I do. And right now I miss you. Pierre misses you.”

He nibbles on his lip. “…I do.”

With aid from the porcelain counter, he rises to his feet. His stiff feet are refusing to cooperate.

Meuroww.

Before the door can open even wider than a crack, Pierre darts inside and begins circling Levi’s legs.

Levi sees you first however, sitting there on the floor with one of his heavy comforters like a coat over your shoulders.

Your head swivels in his direction as soon as light from the bathroom invades the hallway. Then you shoot to your feet.

He still isn’t sure what to say, especially not after you poured your heart out to him like that.

You step forward first and wrap your arms around him. He goes tense by the suddenness, then reaches up and clasps his hands around the small of your back.

“Come to bed with me,” you murmur. At the end your voice rises, hoping.

He nods into your cheek. “Yeah. Okay.”

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