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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 |

[ “𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿?” ]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

synopsis: You're pretty good at sticking to rules. Always have been. And for the past three years you would think that you've been good enough to stick to the rules of being a roommate.

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love. Under any circumstances.

Rule number two: Follow to rule number one.

Easy enough to follow.

Right?

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Chapter 4: April.

cw: suggestive themes, 18+

“Levi! Come look at this rock!”

Levi comes to a stop. He’s only a little ahead of you and yet you can already imagine the frown on his face before he turns.

“Why? So you can throw it at me? That’s attempted murder.” He deadpans.

You snorted aloud, watching him stroll over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, don’t start giving me ideas, not when we’re getting along so well. I might just use it against you, and it’s not attempted if I succeed.”

“Too bad we’re in the open. Save it for later.” Levi turns to make his way back to the path but he stops again. “Who said that we were getting along well?”

“Well, you stopped calling me an idiot for one. That really annoyed me at one point.”

Levi snorts. “I’d like to see you try and pick that shit up anyways… idiot.”

“Hange’ll help me.” You say, purposely ignoring his insult.. At your comment Levi merely rolled his eyes as, unfortunately, you had a point.

If anything Hange would agree to any stupid thing you’d say. Together you were like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum…only twice as worse. If Levi could prevent one moment from happening, it would have been the moment that the two of you met. If he’d known that you and Hange would live up to the expectations of making Levi’s life a pure hell, he wouldn't have taken you over to Hange’s house that day.

You laugh out loud suddenly, as if you had read Levi’s personal thoughts. “Don’t tell me you actually think we’ll carry this out.”

“Wouldn’t beat it past you.” Levi spoke, turning around and heading back to the path. You follow him diligently, wanting to keep up with him.

You quickly join his side abruptly bumping into his side. With this action you smoothly link arms with him. For a second you feel his body go stiff, freezing up in surprise but shockingly he doesn’t seem to protest by it.

You lean into him slightly as you tease. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on murdering my favorite roommate just yet.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh as you both walk down the path together, taking a slow pace.

“Okay one: I’ve been your only roommate… two: ‘just yet’?... I may as well take your guilty ass down to the police station myself.”

You shrug casually, ignoring his last threat. “One: Not many people have had the ability to earn the title of favorite roommate, so be grateful you jackass… and two: sure, I’ll give you credit for being the first but what about when I move out?”

Levi frowns almost immediately, a horrible taste in his mouth at the slight proposal of your last point. Levi feels his stomach suddenly drop and he tries to keep a light hearted tone in his voice as he questions you further. “What’d you mean when you move out?”

“After I murder you, I’ll need to find a new roommate of course, I can’t pay rent by myself.”

Levi rolls his eyes again but this time his shoulders seem to drop with a sort of internal relief. Levi hopes you won’t bring that up again, not even as a joke. He’s not looking forward to that conversation. Not for a long time anyways.

“So you’ll go off and find a new victim?”

“Something like that, although I don’t think anyone else will be as annoying as you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Levi scoffs in reply.“And where exactly are you planning to hide my body?”

“Not sure.” You murmur softly. “Wanna help me with ideas?”

“Fuck no.”

You pull a frown. “I want to find a comfortable spot for you.”

“Comfortable? I’m dead.”

“Whatever, I still want to keep your soul in peace y’know?”

“You are absolutely fucking ridiculous.” Levi mutters. “I should’ve recorded this so that I can prove to the whole world how fucking crazy you are.”

“They would never believe you.” You taunt. “Plus it was you who made the suggestion in the first place, doofus.”

“Are you sure about that?” Levi asks, tilting his head to look over at you. You notice his dark locks falling gently beneath his brow.

“Positive.”

Letting out a giggle and him a withdrawn scoff you continue to stroll down the path, arms still linked with his.

The local park was pretty quiet, give or take for a few lonesome people. You put this to the responsibility of the gloom of rain clouds approaching your overhead. You and Levi both randomly agreed to go out for a walk to clear your minds from rotting in the apartment all day. But it was suggested to you in particular.

Over the past few days Levi had noticed how you had been cooped up in your room all day, waiting for a text back from… him.

Earlier, Levi had thought for a second that you were alluding to about moving out to go live with Daniel. It was simply a joke. You didn’t even explicitly mention Daniel at all but it didn’t take long for Levi to quickly jump to conclusions.

Although you’d played it off as a lighthearted joke Levi would be lying if he said that he wasn’t worried about it turning to reality one day.

But who is he kidding? You’re only roommates. Friends even. Not…lovers. He has no right to get upset about what you choose to do in the future.

It’d be wrong to think of you as his. Completely wrong. And it’d be wrong to think of the ways you’d touch him. Particularly, late at night when he can’t sleep he’s conjuring up the ways that you would please him. It’s certainly wrong to think of you with his fist wrapped around his cock, imagining that it was yours.

How would you react?

Would you be gentle with him?

How would you sound when he touches you?

How would you sound when he enters you for the first time? When he fills you up? How would he feel when you're clenched around him? And what would the look on your face be when you–

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking that. Not when you’re right next to him.

“Are you alright?” You ask, noticing Levi’s silence. You felt his body suddenly stiffen.

“Yeah, yeah.” He plays off, trying to fixate his mind on anything, anything at all. Anything but you. In order to succeed in this, he thinks of the worst thing possible. And it seems to do the trick on getting his past thoughts to evaporate.

“Have you heard back from–”

He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence to get you to understand what he’s trying to say. Levi can barely say his name, mentally cursing himself for bringing him up. This walk was supposed to be an attempt to get your mind off him.

Lately, Levi’s noticed how you linger around your phone. Constantly refreshing your screen in the hope of receiving an immediate notification.

You shake your head beside him. Levi notices your facial expression drop at the topic of conversation and a sea of regret floods his entire body.

“No but…” you pause, taking a moment to search for some words. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“It wouldn’t be reasonable enough.” Levi mutters under his breath, and he succeeds in getting a small smirk from you. The two of you continue to walk at a slow pace down the path, a comfortable silence emerging.

“I know you hate him.”

“What made that obvious?”

You chuckle at the sound of Levi’s sarcastic tone. “From the moment he came into the apartment and forgot to take his shoes off I knew that he would never be able to live up to your expectations ever again.”

Levi huffed, as if the remembrance of that occasion physically pained him.

“But I’m sure he’s learned his lesson by now. You probably scared him off with all your glaring.”

“I was not glaring.”

“Oh yeah? And the sky is purple.”

“I didn’t say a word to him.”

“You didn’t have to.” you remarked. “It was obvious by your face that you didn’t like him.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Try and tone it down next time.” you sigh. “I really do want to make it work with him y’know?”

“I know.” Levi says, a random feeling of dejection in his heart and it takes all of him not to add to the end of that sentence ‘but you deserve so much better.’

A crease appears between his brows at your words of a ‘next time.’

Levi hopes there won’t be a next time. Deep down he hopes that there won’t be another time of Daniel coming over invading Levi’s personal space with his shitty jokes and pathetic conversation. He hopes there won’t be a next time of witnessing how Daniel eagerly tries to show off constantly to try and win your heart, blissfully unaware that you deeply dislike it.

He hopes there won’t be a next time when Daniel comes to stay over for the night and Levi is left to hear your muffled moans through the walls. It’s a violent reminder that he’s not getting the privilege of knowing you intimately. He hopes there isn’t a next time where he has to watch Daniel sneak out through the front door, not bothering to wait until you wake with claims of work at his excuse.

Levi truly hopes that there won’t be a time where he watches your innocent heart get played with.

“Ducks.” you say randomly, causing Levi to emerge from his thoughts.

“What?”

You’ve both now reached the lake that stretches wide and far, creating an oval shape in the center of the park. Over to the right there’s a bridge that leads to the other side of the park.

“Ducks.” You repeat, now delving your hands in your pockets to look for your phone. “Lemme take a picture.”

“Swans.” Levi points out impassively.

“And ducks. Same thing.”

“Hardly.”

You ignore his last comment as your thumb clicks the white circle, taking multiple photos of the scenery despite the gray sky and all.

“Take one with me in it.” You turn towards him, holding out your phone to him. For a few seconds he merely stares at your phone in silent protest. You tilt your head in pure persuasion. “Pretty please?”

He rolls his eyes, unable to resist your somewhat adorable charm.

“Whatever.” He mumbles taking your phone as you walk ahead of him ready to pose. Levi sighed before tilting your phone landscape to get a full view of the lake and the swans behind you.

“Smile.” he deadpanned before focusing on taking the photo.

A cheesy grin spread across your face, your hands gesturing towards the swans and ducks. Levi couldn’t help but shake his head at the way you posed bashfully.

“Are you finished?” he mutters, after you start changing poses numerous times. “I think your storage is full.”

Your face drops. “Wait really?” And in a blink of an eye you’re by his side with a concerned look on your face as you glance at your phone screen. “Wait where?”

It then dawns on you that he just wanted you to stop.

“Fuck you.”

“It was for your own reputation. Murderers can’t be seen making goofy poses in the local park.”

“They were not goofy–”

Your argument soon gets interrupted by a stranger approaching and you could tell someone was coming based on the way Levi’s eyes squinted behind you and how his teasing expression began to disappear.

You turned to see an elderly woman, who you assume to be out on possibly on her daily walk.

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but admire the two of you and I was wondering if you would like me to take a picture of you and your boyfriend?”

The question makes you double take immediately. Your cheeks grow warm and you stutter for an answer as you and Levi both go silent.

“Oh, no he’s not my–” you begin before you’re interrupted by Levi.

“Sure.”

Levi hands her the phone, your phone, and the two of you both shuffle backwards,

At first you’re unsure of how to pose but quickly relax and wrap an arm around Levi’s waist. Once again, you can feel how his body stiffens yet he ends up positioning his arms around your shoulders.

“Thank you!” you say, taking back the phone after she had taken a few pictures.

“The two of you remind me of my late husband and I. We met when we were quite young and we’d come to this park almost every day together.” As she comes to a pause, she bows her head making your heart ache for her as she remembers her gone soulmate.

“Keep each other close and don’t take each other for granted.” The older woman murmurs her advice. “You two are a beautiful couple. Please cherish every moment you spend together and don’t regret it.”

“Oh uh– thank you.” You nod, the idea of breaking the truth now a thought that you had pushed away.

You nudged Levi discreetly, who was listening silently with a blank expression, to say his gratitude. You wave at the woman who shuffles away, heading over to the bridge.

For a moment, there was a silence between you and Levi. Neither of you are sure how to carry on from that experience.

You take the opportunity to go first. “Why would you say that?”

Levi shrugs, “It’d be more embarrassing for us if we had to explain ourselves. It’s not like it’s the first time people have assumed, so I just thought to let it–be.”

You nod slowly, coming to realize that he’s right.

It was an honest and harmless mistake and that lady was not the first to think that you and Levi were more than just roommates or friends. It has gotten pretty exhaustive and repetitive to state your friendship so now, you don’t really care about the assumptions that people make about the two of you and by the looks of it…neither does he.

A small smile reaches your lips before carrying on with your stoll and in silence the two of you admire the lake which stretches to the other half of the park. On approaching the bridge, dark clouds of rain seem to be heading your way and this is the moment where you internally curse yourself for not bringing an umbrella.

“Maybe…we should start heading back to the car.” You suggest, anxious of the heavy shade of gray that looms over you.

“I second that.” Levi murmurs, beside you. “Let’s head back.”

Making a U-turn, the two of you decide to leave the opportunity to explore the other side of the park for another day as your weather app informs of heavy rain to begin in the next ten minutes which will continue for the rest of the afternoon.

You’re a little deflated, disappointed that your day had to come to a short end. Making your way back to the car, you and Levi briskly walk in an attempt to make it back to the apartment with your bodies as dry as possible but once you felt a large raindrop fall onto your skin, you knew that the raingods had come to curse you.

“Fuck’s sake.” you mutter underneath your breath, eyes watching the once dry pavement beneath your feet soon become patterned with raindrops. In a rush, Levi grabs your hand fiercely, taking you by surprise as he continues his pace despite the rain beginning to unleash its worst.

For a second he was optimistic. Thinking that perhaps this would be a slow start before the real downpour was set but his thinking has failed him as the light raindrops turn heavy and every inch of his body seems to become an antonym to the word dry.

You pull at his hand which causes him to abruptly halt for a moment to turn and look at you.

And by god were you a sight for sore eyes.

Your face is dripping with rain, clothes dark with precipitation and your waterproof mascara suddenly not living up to its name. It’s more than obvious that you needed to get somewhere dry. You both are in need of it.

Levi looks around, scanning for a place where the two of you can find shelter, the number of people in the park now becoming scarce. Unfortunately, there’s no buildings nearby but Levi spots a large oak tree whose branches seem to provide a decent enough roof for the two of you.

His hand, albeit wet, is still tightly wrapped around yours, guiding you to the tree as you try to blink away the on coming raindrops from your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach your safe haven whilst the rain is still smacking against the concrete.

Contrastingly, the ground is soft underneath your feet and you can feel yourself slightly sink a little into the ground with each step. Levi, of course, makes his complaints known by cursing as loudly as he can over the rushing sound of rainfall.

“Shit, I didn’t know this would be muddy. Maybe we should go somewhere else?” His eyes were already searching for a new location, a location with shelter and of appropriate ground.

You shake your head, raindrops falling from your head. “It’s fine, I don’t want to go back out there again.”

Although the leaves of the oak tree aren’t completely dense, you’re still glad that the amount of raindrops that are now falling on you has now slowed to a much relaxed pace.

You sniffle a little, wiping off the raindrops from your face, trying as much as you can to dry yourself up but you don’t seem to get much luck from your otherwise soaked sleeves.

“You alright?” Levi asks. And now you can hear his voice a little better as the volume of the rain has quietened down.

You nod wordlessly, straining your clothes from any damp, watching as water is squeezed out of your materials. You curse aloud, only now realizing the extent of being in the rain without the umbrella. You’ll just have to manifest to the universe tonight that you won’t catch a cold but you can’t completely disregard that consequence.

“Take this.” Levi mutters before taking off his black jacket. “I mean it’s pretty soaked, but you should stay warm. You don’t want to be catching a cold.”

You smirk a little at his offer. “I’m pretty sure it’s set in stone by now, don’t worry. You should keep it on, you might catch a cold.”

“Says the one whose immune system is weaker than an egg shell.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright jerk, just ‘cause you only get sick approximately every 5 years.”

You expected a laugh from him, maybe even an insult but instead you watch the frown on his face grow deeper, him still gesturing for you to take his jacket. “You’re shivering. Take it.” His tone is a little more forceful and before you could even respond, you found comforting material wrapped around your shoulders.

It's only now that you're aware of the sudden close proximity between the two of you. His features are somehow more prominent in the rain. The front locks of his jet black hair have raindrops dripping down onto his face, dripping from his nose and sliding down his cheeks to meet his sharp jawline.

Somehow the rain just makes him look even more…attractive.

“Levi, I’m fine I swear.” You grumble, trying to distract your mind as the warmth from his body transitions to yours. Your retaliations are continuously ignored, leaving you no choice but to accept the gesture gratefully.

“Thanks.”

Levi’s eyes meet yours. “No problem.”You blink and you’re suddenly lost in them.

The gray of his iris mixed with a hint of light blue, which is apparent if you squint and you can’t help but worship their beauty.Your eyes move to glance at his lips. Pink and plump, with water dripping from his cupid’s bow. You’re not really sure why your eyes suddenly fixate on those, but your heart does seem to race faster and all of a sudden you’re now wondering how soft he would feel against your own lips, your own skin.

Looking back at him, he’s still fixated on you and the two of you are stuck like a photo in time. The only thing that reinforces the notion that you’re not living in a freeze frame is the rush of downpour that streams behind you.

Swallowing thickly, you just wonder…whether…maybe…if you just leaned in to –

You clear your throat suddenly, stepping back and sniffing. You turn away to wipe the tip of your nose.

No. Absolutely not. Get that thought out of your head.

“Sick already?” Levi presumes and there’s a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brush off. “Do you think it’ll ever calm down?”

The rush of downpour continues to aggravate the stone pavement, water dripping off the leaves above.

“Should do.”

“Or should we just run for it?”

“You’ll get sick.”

“Which is inevitable either way I’m sure.” you shrug.

Levi raises a brow. “You sure?”

“Undoubtedly sure.”

“You’ll regret it.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to step forward where the downpour of rain doesn’t hesitate in drenching you again. “Are you coming or not, Ackerman?”

Rolling his eyes, he follows you, making a mental reminder in his mind to get his favorite stash of tea out when you both get home. Immediately.

And boy, did you regret it.

There’s nothing more you hate in life than being constrained to your bed, with endless tissues that come with an endless amount of sneezes and snot. Not to mention the sore throat or the banging headache that returns every hour even after taking medicine.

But what you hated the most was having to deal with a smugass roommate whom you had to rely on for basic needs. After multiple ‘I told you so’s’ and his own endless amount of complaints and criticism for you, you decided to fulfill his ego and express your regret for your decision.

It was bad enough that you were sick but now you had Levi taking care of you. You were currently under the pretense that he absolutely hated every single moment which, unbeknownst to you, was terribly false.

Entering your room with your third cup of tea this morning, he caught you in the midst of a sneezing fit whilst placing the steaming hot china cup down on your bedside table. And of course he loudly grimaced as he did so.

“Shut up.” you groan, your voice croaky from your illness.

“I–”

“I told you so, yeah, yeah are you finished?”

Levi frowned. “I was going to say that I could get you another pack of tissues if you wanted them?”

“Oh.” you say dumbly. “Right. That would be great thanks.”

Levi quickly disappeared from your room and arrived by the next minute, a new pack of tissues in his hands.

“Sorry.” You mumble, accepting the package.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s really not.” you sigh. “I’ve got you running around the house like a madman all because I’m sick.”

“Again.”

“Again.” you repeat, a small smile appearing across your lips.

“Thank you.” you say, after a long pause of silence.

“For what?”

You roll your eyes, honestly sometimes you really want to smack Levi against the wall. He can be so dense, which is surprising for someone who has achieved the highest grade possible at university.

“For this.” you gesture around. “For helping me out.”

He shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

You hummed, “I’m getting pretty used to having you as my slave, maybe I won’t kill you at all.”

Levi clicked his tongue. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess.”

Whether it was the pet name or your fever spiking up again– though you wish to believe the latter– your cheeks suddenly burned and you looked away in hidden embarrassment. You cleared your throat before speaking again.

“I really do mean it though, thank you.”

Levi sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s the bare minimum I can do as your roommate.”

There it goes again. Your constant reminder.

You’re roommates, nothing more, nothing less. At the end of the day, you’re around each other merely because of a single contract.

You’re roommates, this is normal, the bare minimum.

This is what friends do. Not lovers.

Yet… you can’t stop yourself from thinking about if you were. Shaking your head you attempt to pull that thought out of your head. No, no, no, you’re with Daniel. Thinking about Levi? That would be wrong.

But could it be so wrong that he’s the only thing that you can think about late at night?

When you touch yourself underneath the sheets, it’s Levi’s name that you moan softly to yourself, fantasizing over the ways he would touch you. It’s embarrassing to admit but… Daniel’s never managed to please you properly. The only way that you can reach your full release is by imagining if it was Levi.

But it was wrong. So wrong. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

How would he touch you? What would he feel like? Would he be soft and gentle with you or the complete opposite? What would he sound like when he–

You inhale sharply which catches Levi’s attention.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod. “Just really cold.” You play off, trying to get rid of that dirty thought about your roommate.

You couldn’t. You were loyal to Daniel, even if he seems to take weeks to respond.

You couldn’t ever because you’re pretty sure Levi doesn’t even feel the same way.

If he did then you would’ve known by now. There would’ve been a hint.

You think back to Valentine’s day. Perhaps if you didn’t have a date with Daniel would he have asked you out?

No. Don’t be stupid. You are roommates.

The number one rule of being roommates is universal: Don’t fall in love with each other.

Snapping you back to reality, Levi picks up the cup of tea on your bedside table.

You cough a little. “Levi, I’m fine, really. You don’t need to babysit me.”

“You can’t murder me if you’re sick right?”

You laugh, which soon falls to a series of heavy coughs. With his free hand, Levi rubs reassuring circles on your back, once you’re alright he holds out the teacup for you to sip. You do so obediently, the hot liquid satisfying your body. You let out a deep exhale, reclining back into your bed.

“So when I get better you’ll watch out?”

He nods, smirking a little. “I’ll always watch out for you. Always.”

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loveackermannn · 10 months

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☰ ANYTHING FOR YOU –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

levi swears that he's a clean freak – that he can't bare to even come into contact with anything remotely filthy.. but it came to your surprise that on your sick days, he won't waste a second to be by your side the whole time.

levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's literally laying right beside you and keeping a warm cloth on your forehead. he isn't afraid to be within the proximity of you so much so that he himself could get sick – but he didn't care.

"you'll get sick though, levi.."

"to hell with that. as long as you get better, i'll take care of myself later."

levi swears that he's a clean freak, but then the moment you feel yourself needing to vomit, he's gathering your hair in a ponytail with a small bucket placed in front of you. he didn't give one thought about what splattered on the bed sheets or the mess he'd have to clean up later.. all that mattered was you in that moment.

"i'm sorry. i got some on your shirt, i shouldve-"

"don't you dare apologize. forget about my shitty shirt, you okay? here, i'll get you some water."

levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's wiping the snot from your nose with his handkerchief, letting you blow your nose until it felt empty. his brows furrowed with concern to which you thought was disgust at first – it's hard to read him sometimes.

"you don't have to do this. i know it can be gross for you."

"i want to do this, love. just blow, it's okay i've got you."

levi swears that he's a clean freak but when it comes to you, he'd push it all aside, forgetting that he used to wipe his blades on the battlefield after a bloody attack or how repulsed he felt living in the underground. he had forgotten what it felt like because now, he'd do absolutely anything for you, even if it meant getting his hands dirty every now and then.

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

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fscottcatsgerald · 1 year

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Levi losing his virginity to you *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

warnings: smut, afab!reader, racially ambiguous!reader, use of 'cunt' to describe female genitalia, allusions to rape/sexual assault as something baby!Levi probably witnessed, mentions of prostitution, mentions of childhood trauma

Levi had been a virgin before me met you. Sex was never particularly high on his priorities. Sure he got horny like everyone else, but he was fully capable of taking care of himself in private.

His childhood had exposed him to the barbaric sex only found in a brothel; the diseases, abuse, and violence against the women whose job was to be subjected to those horrors and to just accept them for money and survival. Sex in that regard was disgustingly dirty, disease ridden, and not something he wanted to partake in. Not with a stranger and definitely not by paying for it.

Any sort of romance was also lacking in his life until he met you. His formative years had denied him the time to even consider romance or affection, having needed to focus more on just surviving.

But then he met you and for the first time in his life, he found himself yearning for your attention, your affection, your touch. No matter how much he tried to shake the feelings, desperately trying to convince himself that you were a member of his squad - that he was your superior and such desires were inappropriate - he found himself drawn more and more to you.

One heated argument over your reckless behavior on the battle field had been the final thread to snap in him before you found yourself pinned between him and his bookcase; faces mere centimeters from each other. But it was you who had finally closed the distance by pulling him into you - crushing your lips together. The first kiss was heated and rough; fueled by what felt like a lifetime of built up desire.

From that moment forward you found yourselves quietly catching glances of each other throughout the day, gently brushing hands in corridors, and sneaking kisses in his office late at night whilst the rest of the barracks were well asleep. For months this continued, midnight rendezvouses gradually growing in intensity but never pushing over the edge. You didn’t mind, however, knowing enough of Levi’s past to understandingly let him take his time. Until he finally took the leap…

Which is how he found himself buried deep within your velvety walls for the first time. Sweat sheened forehead pressed to yours as shaky arms kept him off of you enough to not crush you. He breathing heavy and ragged, eyes clenched shut; desperately trying to ground himself after the first thrust into you. The intensity of the pleasure he felt as your cunt seemed to squeeze him impossibly tighter was nearly too much.

‘Shit’ he finally managed to mutter.

Head lifting up to meet your eyes. Your pupils were blown just as wide as his in the shared pleasure you both felt. The sound of his curse sending a thrill through you causing you to involuntarily clench around him. He swore he could get lost in you - in this feeling of being impossibly connected.

Slowly withdrawing only to thrust back in, Levi crushed his lips to yours to stifle the moans he wasn’t ready to be heard. He had regained enough composure to reach out with one hand to grab one of yours, interlacing his fingers with his own as he set a languid pace - relishing the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your tight heat.

Soft mewls left your own lips as your free hand entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck; you desperately tried to push his lips impossibly closer. Teeth clashed as tongues explored each other, all the while Levi’s thrusts growing in intensity. He might not have been the biggest in size, but the way his plush head repeatedly kissed your cervix was mind blowing. Lifting one of your legs with his own he managed to thrust in at a new, deeper angle.

‘Levi!’ you gasped feeling the head of his cock perfectly hit the spot deep within you that had your vision blurring with the sheer ecstasy.

With a grunt, Levi maintained the angle as best he could as he fucked you closer and closer to his own peak. How he had managed to keep from coming this long was a surprise given the way he thought he would lose himself on the first thrust.

‘Fuck-‘ he hissed reaching his peak with little warning, his warmth shooting into you and the feelings of it sending you over the edge as well. His name sung from your lips as you clung to the nape of his neck and back.

Panting and nearly drooling from the white hot wave of pleasure, Levi once again pressed his forehead to yours as you both came down from your highs. Gently you stroked the muscles of his back in lazy circles having revived faster than he. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, Levi finally rolled off of you sprawling (as best he could on the cramped barrack bed) beside you.

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animeisfornerdz · 3 months

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Step-Siblings || Levi Ackerman

Synopsis - An accidental meeting in an empty mess hall with your step-brother leads to an accidental confession.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“She’s Captain Levi’s step-sister,” came the whispers as you walked through the training grounds. You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk towards the mess hall, already fed up of hearing about how you were Levi’s sister for today. You heard it every day, even though you’d been with the Survey Corps years now and it was draining you. You knew the mess hall would be empty, perfect for a cup of tea and a quick relax before you got yourself back to training. No one would dare pull you up on your actions, even if they weren’t allowed. They always feared you would tell your ‘big brother’ or act coldly towards them, when you would never do either of those things. You fought your own battles and your demeanour was the complete opposite to that of your step-brother. You walked into the mess hall and scanned the room, double checking it was empty before you made yourself a cup of tea. When you poured the hot liquid into a tea cup, you sat down at a long rectangular table and blew on the steam rising from the cup in hopes of cooling it down quicker so you could drink it and get back to training before anybody noticed you were missing. You closed your eyes and sat back on the chair thinking about the day you had ahead. There would be more and more people talking about how you were the Captain’s step-sister and you needed to mentally prepare yourself for that. You were so focused on calming yourself down that you didn’t even hear anybody enter the mess hall.

“Y/N,” came a voice. His voice: your step-brother. Your eyes shot open and you sat up on your chair straight before addressing him.

“Levi,” you said with a polite nod.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked, surveying the room. He noticed it was empty and was wondering why you were in there all alone.

“Just needed a break from training,” you replied with a shrug, finally taking a sip of your tea that was now at the perfect drinking temperature.

“A break from training?” Levi asked, to which you nodded in reply. “Anybody know about this ‘break’?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not. But even if they did, no one would dare stop me.” Levi looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to explain yourself. “Well, they’re scared I'll tell you or I’ll act like you towards them. They all talk about it, you know? That I’m your sister.”

Levi sighed and took a seat opposite you. “So I’ve heard.”

“And it’s so draining, you know? I hear it everyday, from people I both know and don’t know. It’s frustrating!”

“I know it can be,” Levi said stoically even though he was trying his best to sympathise with you. “But you just have to ignore it the best you can.”

“Ignore it? It’s everywhere I go. I hear them talking about it when I’m trying to sleep,” you groan, placing your tea cup on the table and throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m done.”

“You’re done?”

“Yeah. I’m done. I quit. I don’t want to be in the Survey Corps anymore.”

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction and shake his head. “That’s a little over dramatic don’t you think?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” you shrugged.

Levi leaned in closer to you and placed his hands on the table in order to gain your wavering attention. “Then make me understand.” You sat in silence for a moment, not sure how you could make him understand your frustration or current situation. Levi stared at you, waiting for your response but nothing came out of your mouth. “It’s not so bad, you know?”

“What isn’t?”

“Being known as my sister,” Levi shrugged. “I always have people passing me in the corridors and telling me how great you are. Some even ask me for your hand in marriage.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, completely surprised. “Really? No one has ever shown any romantic interest in me. Not that I care anyway.”

“I know how much you want to get married and start a family,” Levi said. “Don’t try and convince me you wouldn’t care if someone took a romantic interest in you.”

“I wouldn’t!” You shriek quietly. “Not like I can do that anyway now I’m in the Corps.”

“Anything is possible Y/N,” Levi mumbled, his eyes boring into your own.

“Who?” You asked, staring back at him.

“Does it really matter?” He scoffed.

“Well yeah. If someone likes me, I’d like to know who.”

Levi stayed quiet for a minute, clearly thinking whether or not he should tell you before he opened his mouth to speak. “Oluo.” You pulled a face of disgust the second his name left Levi’s lips causing Levi to chuckle lightly. “Not your type?”

“Definitely not my type,” you replied, sticking your tongue out as if you had tasted something disgusting.

“Well, he’s keen on marrying you.”

“Well, I think I’ll pass,” you replied, taking another sip of your tea. Levi nodded in understanding, but amusement was still evident on his face. He knew that Oluo wasn’t your type, that’s why he found it so amusing. There was another few minutes of silence between the two of you before you opened your mouth. “What about you? Anyone you wanna marry?” Levi hesitated before shaking his head, however his hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by you. You raised an eyebrow at him but chose to ignore his lack of answer. Instead, you changed subjects completely. “How’s training going?”

“As if I need to train,” he said jokingly, despite his usual stoic demeanour.

“Ha ha very funny,” you rolled your eyes. “Some of us aren’t naturally talented, like you.”

“Well, if you were an Ackerman by blood, you would be. But you’re not. So you’re not,” Levi pointed out, lips curving into a smile.

“Touche,” you replied, finishing your tea and accidentally slamming the cup on the table. “I should get back to training.” Levi didn’t acknowledge your words, instead he remained still, eyes lingering over your form. “Something the matter, Levi?”

“You’re so…” he stopped and gulped before finishing his sentence. “Beautiful.”

You stopped in your tracks, blinking rapidly at him. “I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.

“Don’t make me say it again,” he groaned. “I didn’t even mean to say it the first time.”

“You think I’m… beautiful?”

Levi bit the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly, eyes analysing your every reaction. “I think you’re gorgeous, actually.”

You were shocked at Levi’s words. So shocked that you had to sit back down from your current standing position and lean back in your chair. You couldn’t deny that your step-brother was handsome and you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him, but he was your step-brother. It felt wrong. “Levi,” you mumble under your breath, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Levi said sternly.

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Like you want to kiss me or kill me, I can’t make it out,” he said. He sounded as if he had been winded, he was breathless.

“You’re my brother,” you said.

“Step-brother,” Levi corrected you, nodding his head slightly in your direction. “Dammit I wish I never opened my mouth.”

You weren’t sure what to say. With shaky hands, you leaned on the arm rests to help yourself stand up and walked slowly over to Levi. Even though he was so close, each step felt like a lifetime. Once Levi realised you were walking towards him and not past him to leave the room, he too stood up. It was as if everything went in slow motion. When you reached Levi, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips to his quickly. You weren’t sure what to expect, considering his admission, but you didn’t expect him to wrap his arms around you and pull your body closer to his, a soft moan of approval leaving his lips. Levi’s lips were chapped and dry against your soft ones, yet it somehow felt right. Your lips continued to dance across his as your hands fell to his shoulders, massaging them slowly. Soft sounds continued to erupt from Levi’s throat as your hands began to trail his body.

“Levi,” you whispered softly against his lips before pulling away. Levi’s eyes were still closed as you pulled away and he groaned before opening them to stare at you.

He cleared his throat and looked around the room. “Yeah?”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Exquisite,” he replied, chasing your lips with his once more. Both of your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into the other's body. Your movements became more desperate and you began to tug at your uniform, eager for more. “Not here,” Levi gasped against your lips once he realised what you were doing.

“Not here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Levi shook his head, stepped back from your body and stretched out his hand to you. “Follow me.” You nodded and followed as Levi left the mess hall, walking past soldiers who saluted him respectfully and whispered about, of course, how you were step-siblings with him. Levi stopped outside his office and opened the door quickly. “Get inside,” he said sternly. You stepped into the office and Levi slammed the door shut behind you. Within seconds he had you pressed against the door, locking it while his lips smashed against yours. “Here. Here is safe.”

You quickly unbuttoned your shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor as Levi’s lips continued to mash against your own. He was clumsy and desperate, you could tell this was either incredibly new to him or he hadn’t done this alot. You shook your head lightly, trying to get the thoughts out of your mind as you attempted to unbutton Levi’s shirt. He helped you whilst still kissing you, allowing his shirt to join yours on the floor. Your shaky hands trailed down his smooth, toned chest and you couldn’t help but let out a groan at the feeling of his bare skin underneath your fingertips. “Shit, Levi,” you whispered, pulling away from his lips to look at him. “Are we really doing this?”

“Yeah,” he said, lips skimming yours once more before making their way down to your neck. He kissed, licked and sucked the skin on your neck making sure to mark you for days to come. He didn’t care who would see them or who would question them in the future. He would proudly own up to being the one to leave such marks on your delicate skin. Your fingers fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them before attempting to push them down his muscular legs, however, you needed some help. Levi chuckled and helped you push them down, allowing them to pool at his ankles before he stepped out of them. Your eyes trailed down his body, truly admiring how muscular he was underneath the Scouts uniform. You felt arousal grow in your stomach and a familiar ache settle between your legs that you knew had to be quenched now. You pushed Levi onto the sofa that resided in the middle of his office and removed your own trousers quicker than you ever thought possible. Then, you climbed onto Levi’s lap, lips attacking him in a ruthless assault. A chuckle came from his throat at your eagerness, but you chose to ignore him, not in the mood for jokes or banter. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

Your hips grinded against Levi’s causing him to gasp at the sudden sensation. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed cunt and looked down to see his length outlined through his boxers. It made your mouth water. You wanted to tut at yourself, scold yourself for how pathetic you were being for a cock but you couldn’t help it. This was unlike anything you had experienced before and you never wanted it to end. Levi’s hands cupped your breasts and pushed them together before playing with your nipples through your bra. “Don’t tease me,” you growled. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Straight to it eh?” Levi said with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips.

“Yeah,” you gasped, pushing your underwear down your legs and throwing them across the room to find later. Levi’s eyes widened as he watched you reveal your pussy to him, but he didn’t get a second to admire you since you were already pulling down his boxers.

“O-Oh,” Levi gasped as the cool air from the open window hit his now revealed and fully hardened cock.

You lowered yourself onto him, allowing his tip to probe your entrance. Although Levi was often classed as a ‘small’ man, he was certainly well endowed. His cock was thick and large, curved slightly to the right but nothing abnormal. If this was your first time you would have wondered if he’d fit inside of you, but you were an expert at these things. Levi bit his bottom lip as his tip slipped past your entrance easily, stretching your tight hole. Inch by inch, you sucked him in and you both moaned simultaneously as he bottomed out inside of you. “Holy fuck, Levi,” you whimpered, throwing your head back. Levi’s hands grasped your hips and kept you still on his cock to ensure he didn’t cum straight away, because God knows he wanted to.

“Stay still,” he managed to choke out, his voice almost begging you. You nodded and did as he told you, remaining as still as you could for a few moments. When he was ready for you to move, he tapped your hips gently. You smiled down at him and slowly began to move your hips against him. Levi immediately let out a strangled moan as you lifted yourself off of his cock and slammed yourself back down again until his heavy balls slapped against your arse. “You - holy shit - we’re really doing this,” he sputtered out.

“Yeah, yeah we are,” you whispered breathlessly as your pace sped up a bit. Levi’s hands grasped your hips tighter as he helped you bounce on his cock effortlessly. You were both biting your bottom lips in an attempt to keep yourself as quiet as possible, after all the walls weren’t soundproof.

Levi couldn’t help but move his hips, thrusting upwards into your cunt, his cockhead kissing your cervix deliciously. You could feel him twitching inside you with each movement you made and it only brought your orgasm closer to the surface and so you dropped a hand from his neck to your legs, slowly circling the bundle of nerves between your legs. “What are you doing?” Levi asked, slightly confused as he watched you with wide eyes.

“Gonna cum,” you whispered softly, screwing your eyes shut tight as you quickly pulled your hand away from your clit and stopping your movements momentarily, allowing you to squirt onto Levi’s torso. Levi was stunned as you sprayed him, and moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt contracting around him. It felt too good, he didn’t know how long he could last for with you squeezing him like this.

“That was, ah fuck, that was incredible,” Levi groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you began your movements once more. This time you were rougher, harsher and faster and Levi wanted to cry out from how good he was feeling and so he did. Tears sprung to his eyes and he quickly kissed you to distract you from his sudden crying. “Y/N, I’m going to cum,” Levi gasped breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as tight as he possibly could and he knew that there would be bruises there later, but neither of you cared. His hips met yours as he pounded up into you desperately before spilling his warm cum deep inside of you. You felt his cock twitch and you continued to bounce on him for a few more seconds until you were satisfied that you had milked him dry before you halted your movements. You collapsed onto Levi’s chest, listening to his heart beating rapidly and the sound of his shallow breathing as he stroked your hair softly. Pressing a kiss to your hair, Levi whispered a quiet thank you. You were too fucked out to respond, but you did look into his eyes momentarily before softly pressing your lips to his once again. This time, the kiss was more chaste and loving than the heated kisses of earlier. Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and manoeuvred you both so you were lying down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes of listening to each other’s breathing and Levi tracing patterns on your arm, he broke the silence. “You,” was all he said.

“Huh?” You asked softly, turning to face him with furrowed eyebrows.

“You asked me before who I wanted to marry,” he said quietly. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” Tears flooded to the front of your eyes as you stared at him in bewilderment. You didn’t know what to say, so instead you just kissed him. Levi kissed back eagerly before pulling away and smiling down at you. “You should rest. We have a big day of training tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, your eyes already closing.

Levi began to hum a soft tune to lull you to sleep and within minutes you were snoring lightly against his chest. He smiled down at you and pressed a final kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well Y/N.”

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lolitakirstein · 4 months

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Tender!Levi

bro, i came up with these insane headcanons for Levi while I was listening to Lana Del Rey.

CW: One is slightly nsfw i guess

Tender!Levi enjoys soft indie music because he can't stand loud sounds. He playfully scolds you when you crank up your heavy rock music

Tender!Levi owns a record player and has an organized shelf with TONS of vinyl, in alphabetical order of course

Tender!Levi he likes deep female vocals because they remind him of his mother. He can't recall what her normal speaking voice sounded like because too often as a child all he remembers is her cries for help. But he remembers her singing voice. How she would hold him to her chest, how he could feel the vibrations of each note as she sang to him.

Tender!Levi loves breasts. But not in a sexual way, more in an admiring way. How amazing his lover's body can be to be able to provide for his offspring. He often stands in amazement as he watches his child fill its tiny belly and fall 10x more in love with his you. it's one of the most beautiful things he's witnessed. How comforting it is for him to nuzzle into your breast. Another reminder for him of his mothers warm embrace in the cold world they had been put in.

Tender!Levi also loves hands and caresses. He loves to trace your palms with his fingertips and up along your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He loves grazing your delicate collarbone, your soft stomach, your curves, and your scars.

Tender!Levi speaking of hands, the man is constantly moisturizing his and keeps a tube of it in his pocket

Tender!Levi also carries chapstick (cherry flavored just for you ;))

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lazyexcuse · 4 months

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Y/n:, says anything good about literally anything other than Levi, even an inanimate object.

Levi, tosses ring: “Go marry it then.”

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animeficsworld · 7 months

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Loveable

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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Levi is a grumpy man. A grumpy old man.

There is no denying it.

He was never a fan of people and people tend to avoid him.

That is, until he met you.

Never before in his life did he consider having a partner. Never in his life he expected himself to end up in love.

It seemed foolish.

In this world, where Titans roamed, he knew it was only a matter of time for reality to catch up with him.

He feared he would leave you and die or worse, he would lose you.

Every time he left, he left a piece of himself outside the walls. It broke your heart to see.

So, it came as no surprise that he was grumpy. You wondered if he ever had any shine behind his eyes.

Anyone who saw as many people die as he did needed to cope with the pain. And this was his way of doing so. He didn't let people in, so he wouldn't care if he lost them.

Which wasn't true.

No matter how many times you cuddled, hugged or kissed him, he was always grumpy.

Every time he left, you prepared for the worst.

You were prepared for him to return with missing limbs or injuries. But you were also prepared for him not returning at all.

It was a part of loving him.

Even if he was an excellent soldier, you knew how it was, things could happen.

And one day, you were right.

After Eren finished with his plan. After the Rumbling took out everything and everyone beyond the walls, you were more terrified than ever.

And on top, Levi came back to you injured.

At least he came back.

At least you still had him.

You remembered how carefully you hugged him with shaking arms as you cried.

"You won." you kept repeating.

Won? No, not really.

He lost many, too many. And now, it felt like he lost himself.

It took a lot of time for you to help him.

His missing fingers often gave him phantom pain, and the scars on his face made him look like a monster.

Or rather he was convinced he looked like one.

You often found yourself wondering how to ease his pain, how to show him that it was okay.

He fought a war after all, you always doubted he would end up unphased by all of it.

The Queen was kind enough and gifted you a home and land with a beautiful view of the sunset.

You were always worried that he would be bored sitting on a porch for most of the day and not doing anything.

But he wasn't.

The tea collection in the kitchen kept him busy.

Then came the garden.

He had a specific plan on what to put where. You couldn't argue.

You were so happy. Having a normal and quiet life, you often visited the others.

However, the nightmares never left him. He often woke up in the middle of the night, or he didn't even sleep.

It broke your heart.

Every time you thought he was finally okay, another wave of insomnia would hit and your heart broke.

"At least I have you." he said one day when you asked him about it. "It is a lot easier having you here. The guilt, the insomnia... my fingers and face. It helps that you support me. I wonder, are you doing it out of pity?"

"Of course not!" your answer was immediate, you felt offended but you know he didn't mean it like that.

"I think, I like you very much." he said and you smiled.

"I love you too." you said as you moved closer to him on the bench outside on the porch, you watched the sunset as you leaned against him, his arm moved around you as you placed your head on his shoulder.

"It is really nice to be alive." he said and you let the silence fill in the space.

There was no need for words, you both understood.

Sometimes, he wasn't grumpy at all, he could be very sweet and loveable when he wanted to.

But only with you.

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imdonecookingstopfollowingme · 1 year

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WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

He scooted his dick, still dripping with cum, towards your mouth and instructed, "Clean it." He didn't even give you the chance to talk more, he just plunged it in and let you lick your mixed essence altogether. "Good. Fuck, so fucking good."

After he’s sure it’s all clean, you felt him again. He's stroking himself to your clit, moaning lowly at the slick of fluids.

But he did the succeeding rounds the other way this time around. He waited until you weren't stimulated anymore before pushing through. He'd swirl his tongue on your tit while languidly plunging inside. Then he'd go faster, then faster, then stop upon feeling you clench. He stops whenever you're about to cum, countless times. Even your pleas went unheard. He's too pleased to see you desperate to cum.

"Empty," you inaudibly said as you flipped the position. You hovered on top. He was taken aback. "My insides are empty without you. Please." That’s when he realized you were completely out of it already—lidded eyes, lips partly open, too light-headed to register anything else. "Fill me up—oh, yeah. Oh fuck." You swallowed his dick with your warmth then engulfed his lips with a warm kiss.

The thought of you being absolutely dumbed out crippled pleasure inside his body. He doesn't even have to snap his hips anymore. You swirl yours on him too well—you ride him so well—without a single care. God, it felt so good. You really deserve to be pampered to death after this.

"Ravage me. Use me all you want. Pump me with your cum." you muffled with open-mouthed kisses on his neck, "Please, so good, oh fuck." Then he felt you clench on him. You came without warning, squirted all over, not giving a damn about the sheets.

erwin smith. levi ackerman. gojo satoru. uzui tengen.

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theorphicangel · 9 months

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𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐛𝐮𝐭) 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 | Levi Ackerman.

pulvis et umbra sumus - we are (but) dust and shadow

Summary: Wandering aimlessly at night, Levi stumbles upon a bar. Finding it to be closed, a woman sits inside with nothing but a cup of tea to offer. In exchange for it, Levi is forced to relive his past.

Whether he likes it or not.

cw/tw; death, death of a parent, loss, grief, childhood trauma , childhood memories, manipulation, mind manipulation, levi coping with death of his mother, modern au!, in Paris?, cigarettes, smoking, gaslighting, levi blames himself, based on the tea scene in ‘get out’, emotional manipulation, angst,

If I’ve missed anything please let me know!

A/N: this is very different from what I write, not an x reader, but a series I’ve started based on just Levi and coping with grief.

word count: 3k

The smell of cigarettes linger in the apartment. Heavy clouds of smoke reach the ceiling, covered in a patchy coat of beige paint that’s beginning to peel.

It’s a terrible habit that he told himself to quit months ago but as they say, bad habits are the hardest to die from.

The smoke alarm’s a dud. He removed the batteries a couple days ago. Reckless, but it’s a risk that he’s willing to take. He’s not planning to stay in this city for long.

Lungs relaxing, smoke forcefully escapes from his lips, the distinct kick of nicotine dead to his taste buds. It does nothing to him now. Stubbing it in the ashtray, it joins the unfinished pair he smoked earlier.

The old and used legs of his wooden chair screech in a low manner, awkwardly scraping against the hardware floor. Levi grabs his black suit jacket from the back of a chair sat opposite him, no longer in its freshly ironed state but wrinkled.

Grabbing his keys off the counter, he slips through the front door without a second thought.

A loud slam vibrates through the walls, reaching above and beyond the halls, the noise bouncing off the concrete walls of the apartment building. His footsteps echo loudly, a dull melody in his descent; the only soul awake in the whole vicinity.

He doesn’t know where he’s going but his brisk pace wouldn’t offer that sort of perspective. Once again the sound of his footsteps powerfully echo between the concrete buildings, the soles of his feet rushing over the cobbled pavements.

The gates leading to the metro station are now closed as well as all of the shops on the sideline. Passing by glazed windows of dark and empty shops, his reflection is barely visible, the image of his figure flows at a quick pace before disappearing into the night.

Inside, his body remains unsatisfied. An ache stirs in his lower gut; a hunger, a deep longing for something. Anything.

Levi’s now looking for a bar and during his search he comes to realize that he’s not the only one wandering wordlessly on the banks of Paris late at night.

Streetlights flicker above him, some brighter than others, some newly fixed and some which are never promised to come alive again. Continuing on, he follows the stream of lights on a path that will eventually take him to the main street, where hopefully, there’s some sort of salvage waiting for him there.

For a cold November night, this bar is surprisingly warmer than expected.

Hands which seeked a deep refuge in the pockets of his jacket are now easily tempted to come out. As he walks in he notices that there’s nobody currently at the bar, making him realize that it’s closed.

Until Levi becomes startled at the sight of the figure sitting in a chair who had watched him arrive wordlessly. A dark-haired woman sits near the front window, older than him but there’s still a youthful gaze in her eyes. A blue china cup sits on a matching saucer on a little table positioned in front of her.

“The bar’s closed.” She says in french.

Levi makes no response. His first immediate thought is to leave.

“But you can have tea.” She offers. “Is chamomile alright?” Her tone is soft yet decisive, he hadn’t even given her an answer before she stood, making her way through a curtain which led to the back room.

It’s better than nothing, Levi thinks. Again, his footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards, making his way to sit in a crimson red armchair placed in front of her own seat.

Her tea sits in a blue china cup with intricate designs. It sits on a matching saucer with a silver spoon on the side. If he squints he can just about see an endless string of smoke evaporate into the deadened air of the bar.

It’s not long before Levi hears her return and in hand, his own set of china cup and saucer, white and plain of any design. She says nothing to him before placing it down and taking her own seat, her cup in hand.

He wonders where she got the set but makes no attempt to ask. Staring down at his cup, Levi’s fingertips latch onto the rim of his cup, lifting it up to his lips. He inhales the rising smoke but the liquid fails to meet his tongue as he pauses.

“You smell like cigarettes.” The woman says in english.

It’s only for a moment that he pauses before continuing his action. The hot liquid nearly burns his tongue before he swallows it down, the warmth awakening his body with satisfaction, curing his earlier ache.

He makes no reply, Levi’s not even fazed that she’s switched to english, planning to make no conversation whatsoever. His hand steadily places the cup down on its identical white cup. He’s a little bothered that he was given a plain one but refuses to entertain the thought.

Leaning back into the armchair, arms draped on both sides, he realizes that the woman hasn’t taken her eyes off him. She’s older, he guesses forties but remains unconfident in his answer. She doesn’t take a sip of her tea, instead choosing to study the man in front of him.

“Do you smoke?” She questions again in english, no sign of an accent. In a silent response, his eyes meet hers. Bored and exhausted.

Turning his head, he has the full view of the street in front of him through the large glazed window. Streetlights continue to flicker as a tall figure passes underneath in a large coat, quickly disappearing from Levi’s view. His eyes remain stuck to the landscape outside before he nods slightly, quick enough for anyone to miss it. Anyone who wasn’t studying him like this woman was.

For some reason he’s not uncomfortable in her gaze. Allowing her to freely scrutinize him in any means. He’ll never see her again after this.

She clears her throat for a moment, which causes him to look back at her, before she grabs the handle of her cup and takes a slow sip. The clatter of china when the cup reunites with the saucer is the only sharp sound heard in the bar.

“What brought you here?” She asks.

Now it’s Levi’s turn to clear his throat as his shoulders shrug. “I needed to clear my head.”

She hums in thought as if his answer sparked interest in her.

“Bored? Tired?” She switched to French all of a sudden. “You look like both.” She states. “When was the last time you slept?”

His eyes are drawn to the darkened visuals of the outside world again. Nothing has changed. A streetlight that stands directly across the bar across the road still flickers and the street remains empty, all the other businesses now closed for the night.

Levi inhales before speaking, “Can’t remember.” He responds in English, his tone heavy.

The woman tuts softly. “A man like you needs sleep, didn’t your mother ever tell you that?”

Levi refrains a laugh. Instead he lets a pause pass by before bringing his eyes back to the woman.

“I wish she could tell me that.”

The expression on the woman’s face changes slightly, his answer clearly unexpected. She picks up the silver spoon on the side of the saucer and begins to stir her tea.

“She’s– not alive?” The woman smoothly switches to English based on Levi’s replies. The only sound that’s heard in the bar is the softly repeated clink of metal hitting the china as it stirs. Levi picks up his cup once again with his right hand and takes a sip. Placing it back on the saucer, his arm returns back to resting on the arm of the chair.

“She– she died when I was young.”

This is the part that everyone sympathized with. The part where he becomes burdened with pity that he never asked for. The part where he deeply regrets talking about her. The part where the memories resurface and he remembers it all for a brief period.

Yet strangely, the woman doesn't offer her condolences.

“How young?”

Her tone is unchanged, still quiet without any added sympathy and Levi’s immediately thrown off guard. He blinks multiple times, his mind trying to quickly uncover the past that he’s buried deep inside himself for so long.

He frowns, “Uhm– eight, I think.”

“You think?” She repeats, suddenly making him feel some sort of guilt for not remembering. Levi quickly speaks up again, like he has something to prove.

“Or nine, I can’t remember.” He admits. “It was a long time ago.”

She merely slowly nods at his correction whilst continuing to stare at him. Her fingertips are clasped on the handle of the spoon, drawing little circles in the teacup.

Levi swallows thickly as if something’s lodged in his throat. It’s uncomfortable all of a sudden and the pains of uncovering that memory makes him start to sweat a little. He’d take off his jacket or even take a sip of tea to relieve himself but there’s something in his body that refuses to do so.

Something that tells him not to.

Instead, his fingers fiddle with each other, each arm still glued to the chair, tracing his thumbs over his index fingers

“What happened? How did she die?”

Levi stares at her, narrowing his eyes. Her question was unmissable, it rang loudly in his ears. He couldn’t ignore it. In his body there grew a deep desire to look away, to turn away from her and look back at the view of the street.

His head is heavy as he changes his glance towards the street.. The flickering streetlight across the street has switched off completely.

“Levi.” She snaps. And at the tap of the spoon against the rim of the china cup he finds his eyes on hers again.

He frowns, fingertips now resting on the arm of the chair heavily. “How do you know my name?”

“Answer the question. How did your mother die?”

The tone of her voice was inviting, it lured him in whilst his eyes grew hazy at recalling the memory. For a second, he forgot, his mind drowsy. His mind blank until the image of him sitting in front of the tv came into mind. The nostalgia of the front room of his old house rushed through his body suddenly, like a sharp pain he couldn’t ignore.

“Don’t sit too long in front of the tv.” his mother said. “Or your eyes will go square.”

Those were her last words before a hand reached down onto his head and ruffled his locks. No.

Perhaps she told him she loved him before leaving, or that she’ll be back home soon. No.

Maybe he didn’t even see her leave. Maybe she left before he ever woke up that morning.

“I–I can’t- I can’t remember.” he stammered, an uncomfortable pain in his throat stopped him from getting his words out properly, like a small bone was lodged in it. His nose scrunched up and his eyes began to water suddenly, searching the room as if the answer would appear somewhere on the walls.

No, no, no how could he forget?! How could he–

“You remember Levi.” she spoke, her hand stirring. “You remember the weather.”

His eyes widened, lips parting slightly. As soon as the words left her mouth, a vivid image hit him. Levi suddenly remembered the sound of rain hitting the window pane, water rushing down violently, teardrops smacking against the glazed glass.

“It was raining.” He mumbled, lips barely moving.

She hummed, nodding slightly. “Do you hear it?” His eyes became so blurred, he could barely see her in front of him.

Blink, blink, blink! His mind screamed at him. He could only just about force his eyelids to move.

A teardrop now solidified on his cheek, hearing the sound of raindrops battering against the window beside him. He longed to check, to see if it was visibly raining. But his head remained glued to her. He couldn’t pull away.

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing.” he swallowed, mouth now becoming dry. “Watching tv.”

“Watching tv?”

Levi hummed deeply, only managing to tilt his head slightly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from watering at the painful memory, now so vivid and so real. “She went to work and I was waiting for her to come home.”

“Did she come home?”

Levi hesitated. The weight on his chest increases by each and every second. “No.”

“Why?”

Again, his throat was painfully dry, sound struggling to come out. His fingertips began scratching at the velvet of the armchair. “I don’t know.” He whispered.

The woman hummed deeply. “I’m sure you know why. Why didn’t you call anyone?”

Levi inhales deeply, trying to regain his composure. His hands urged to wipe his tear stained cheeks but yet again his body refused to move. “Because then… it would make it real.”

“So you sat there doing nothing as your mother died?”

“I couldn’t–”

“You could’ve saved her.”

“I didn’t know.”

“But you sat there…waiting and waiting…doing nothing?”

His nails scratched roughly at the fabric of the armchair repeatedly, anxiety began to crawl into the pit of his stomach. Infiltrating his mind. Just like it did that night. Sat in his mother’s favorite chair, he stared at the endless glow of the television screen. A show he didn’t even like was on but he watched it anyway. He watched that episode and the episode after that and the episode after that.

“You let her die. You did nothing to save her.”

Her voice ringed in his ears, more heavy and thick with confrontational yet her tone wasn’t louder than a whisper. Move, move, move! Get up and get out! His mind screamed repeatedly, his body frozen in response, barely able to do anything but continue to scratch at the arms of the chair.

He had sat there that night in the same position he was sitting now. Waiting and waiting. Hands glued to each side of her chair, fingernails dug deep into the form of the chair. He waited for the sound of the steps on the porch to creak, for the jingle of keys to reach his eyes, for the front door to open and to visibly see his mother walk through.

Everytime he wanted to get up, his mind told him to stay put. ‘She’ll be here in five minutes. And if not then I’ll go out.’

Those five minutes easily passed away into ten minutes which quickly turned into an hour. An hour transitioned into two which then again doubled. And hours later he was still stuck in the same position, the glow of the tv penetrating his eyes, his skin.

Absorbing it all, he did nothing.

She was out there, dying and he knew. But he did nothing. He knew it was unusual, that something was wrong. His gut was coated in nausea and anxiety. Levi still did nothing.

Tears began to flow from his eyes, one after the another, following the trail down his cheeks.

“Why–why can’t I move?” Levi’s tone was panicked, rich in apprehension.“You can’t move.”

She merely repeats it as a dull fact although he thought she said it as a question.

“I– I–can’t, why can’t–” His fingernails dug painfully into the arms of the chair, close enough to start ripping the material, his muscles tensing violently.

“You’re paralyzed. Just like the day you did nothing. You did nothing.”

“You’re going to sink into the floor Levi–”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait–”

“Sink.”

Everything all seemed to happen at once. All of his senses were lost immediately. It was exactly as she said, he sunk. Body pulled down by an invisible force, he lost complete control as he submerged.

All of the darkness and sound merged into one, dragging him deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit.

He seemed to be falling in slow motion. His arms waved through the air, hands desperate to clasp something as he continued to fall.

A large cinema-like screen is positioned in front of him, where he could still see the woman. She had now placed down her tea and sat staring at him. To her, his mouth agape, eyes drastically widened with continuous teardrops that rolled down the side of his face. Paralyzed.

There was no amount of air in his lungs that he could use to scream or to shout. He felt no sense of control over his body. Fear consumed everything, every single part of him, drowning his body, saltwater filling his lungs in a void ocean. Questions ran through his mind, new ones appearing with every second it took for him to fall. What was happening to him? Why? Where? How? When would he hit the ground?

“You’re in the sunken place now, Levi .”

All of a sudden Levi found that his shirt feet were on the ground. He was surrounded by water and his body felt heavy. With each step he felt like there was something pulling him back.

The woman moves to stand and leans over the small table. Levi attempts to trail through the water. His lungs bursting, his body, his soul, his skin on fire with anger. Just as it was when he fell, his body is slow as he tries to run. No matter how much force or how much strength he imposes on his muscles, he continues to be weighed down by something.

He screams but there’s no sound. Every step he takes in the water is soundless. His body weighs down along with a magnetic force that holds him back, making every step he takes sluggish and uncontrollable. He wants to run and catch up to the screen but it’s near impossible.

Mouth agape, he tries to shout again, to no avail.

The woman holds out her index finger, closing the eyelid of Levi’s left eye.

Dark infiltrates half of the screen, light fading away. His throat is raw and tight, unable to shout even if he wanted to. Fear no longer surrounds him but is now within him.

He can do nothing.

She now moves to shut his right eye and Levi falls to his knees in surrender as the shadows envelop him whole.

Entire soul, body and mind. Everything.

Everything turns to dust.

Part of “don’t take my baby boy. don’t take my and joy.” series.

reblogs and comments are appreciated.

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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☰ LOVE YOU. LOVE YOU SO MUCH. –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

when levi loves, he loves intensely, passionately, wholeheartedly.

his love for people in general may seem very subtle, but underlying his cold exterior, he has a heart as big as the universe – it must've been because of his soft spot for his mother and the love that she always showed for him had stuck as he grew up.

when he surrendered his heart to you, though hesitant at first, he trusted you more than anyone to have the privilege of intertwining your soul with his. levi is a soft, but rough lover. while he's more of an acts of service man, there are other components in your relationship he lacks in but it doesn't mean he won't try for you.

he never raises his voice at you, he doesn't have the heart to at all. whenever he's on a mission, he'll write a letter every night without fail – always signing off with 'yours forever'. he does his best to verbally reaffirm you too, even if it's not his forte. he definitely gets better over time.

"sleep well, my love?"

"don't strain yourself too much, let me help you with that."

"you're so beautiful. i like that dress on you, wear it for me again hm?"

it's hard for him to be physically intimate at first and you fondly remember the times when you needed to initiate any form of contact with him whether that was holding his hand when he did paperwork, resting your hands on his shoulders after a long day at work, threading your hands through his hair during the late hours of the night – he honestly craved it so much. but, he couldn't be selfish. as generous as you were to him, he was just the same.

while he didn't have much growing up and didn't have much to offer for you, he would do anything to give you the world with his bare hands, rip the stars from the sky, pull oceans apart for you to roam the earth with your existence. he loves you like no other.

and it doesn't just stop there, he will make it very clear just how much he loves you.

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fscottcatsgerald · 1 year

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Comforting Levi Headcanons

warnings: hurt/comfort; gn!reader

do you ever just think about comforting Levi through literally any of the extreme amount of shit he’s been put through?

him letting you hug him for the first time ✨ he’s not quite sure how to respond at first and just stiffly let’s you hold him. It’s the gentle stroking of his back with your fingers that finally loosens him into timidly wrapping his arms around you; his head falling to rest on your shoulder as he takes in the unfamiliar feeling of being held and loved. he doesn’t stray away from your touch like he may have in the past and instead grips ahold of you impossibly tighter.

depending on how close your bond is and how comfortable he is in your presence he may actually, albeit extremely rarely, allow himself to shed like two whole tears. but that’s it. he’s still reserved enough to hold in the bulk of his pain in front of you.

stroking the back of his neck around his hairline is one of few things that makes him melt further into you. it’s an unfamiliar and incredibly vulnerable spot, but comforting when coming from you. he lets you gently tease at his short hair as he burrows his face further into the junction of your shoulder and neck; slowly breathing in your scent.

it’s a moment only for the two of you. if anyone were to happen upon you unexpectedly *cough* hange *cough* he might actually kill them, or at least traumatize them into never speaking of it.

conclusion: levi is rough around the edges, but can be persuaded to melt into your arms and escape your harsh reality for short moments of reprieve 🥲

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animeisfornerdz · 9 months

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Admission || Levi Ackerman

Synopsis - Before your husband, Commander Erwin Smith, died during the Scout's latest mission he made Levi promise that he would look after you and his unborn child. A few days after the incident, Levi manages to get you alone. After you break down, he takes you to his office where he tells you about the promise he made to Erwin and admits his true feelings for you.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 1.2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You cradled your stomach protectively as the last of the Scout’s walked over to you and offered their condolences. You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as they walked away, finally leaving you to your thoughts. Your husband, Commander Erwin Smith, had died on the Scout’s most recent mission leaving you and your unborn child alone in this cruel world. At least, that's what you thought. Before he had left for the mission, Erwin had spoken to Levi:

“I see the way you look at my wife,” Erwin said to Levi, whose eyes widened at his words. “I know you’re in love with her.” Levi opened his mouth to speak but Erwin cut him off. “I won’t be returning from this mission, I know it, so I need you to promise me that you’ll protect her and my unborn child.” Levi looked at Erwin with shock, shaking his head lightly. “Levi, please. I need you to promise me.”

Levi wanted to deny his request. He wanted to call his Commander crazy and tell him that he would be returning from this mission, but Levi knew deep down that he was right. He sighed in defeat and nodded. “I promise.”

You turned on your heels to walk back to your quarters, ready to retire for the night, but Levi stopped you in your tracks. He grabbed onto your arm gently and pulled you around to face him, a softened expression on his face. “Y/N.”

“Levi,” you gasped slightly surprised at the Captain's grasp on your arm. “Are you okay?” You asked, your voice soft.

“Are you?” He asked, turning the question on you. Levi’s grasp on your arm went slack and he moved his hands to your shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay to not be okay. Especially now.”

“I know Captain,” you spoke. You wiped your eyes with your hands and stood up straight. “I’m fine.” Levi sighed at your lie, but didn’t press the issue any more. Instead, he just pulled you flush to his chest, holding you gently. It was then, in his arms, that the tears came. You couldn't hold them back no matter how hard you tried.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Levi soothed. His hand on your shoulder squoze lightly in reassurance as you began to cry. “Come with me.”

You nodded through the tears and followed as Levi pushed his way through the crowds of people to get you back to his office. He unlocked the door and swung it open, pulling you inside before closing it behind you. “T-Thank you,” you sniffled to Levi.

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbled, locking the door. You let the tears continue to fall as Levi circled back to comfort you. “Hey, talk to me,” Levi whispered softly. He cupped your face in his hands and forced you to look at him. His heart felt as if it was cracking at the sight of your tear-filled eyes and it took everything in him to not break himself.

“I can’t believe this happened,” you cried as you looked down at your stomach. “I can’t believe he would leave me like that. With… With no one!”

“You have people,” Levi said softly, wrapping his arms around you. “You have me.”

“Oh please,” you sniffled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “You don’t want to be stuck with me. I’m a mess. A big, pregnant mess.”

“Y/N,” Levi whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb and wiping away your tears. “I want to be stuck with you. I promised Erwin that-”

“Promised Erwin what?” You asked, voice shaky.

“Before the mission, I promised Erwin that if anything happened to him, I would protect you and that baby you’re carrying,” Levi answered. He tried to keep his voice calm although his emotions were threatening to overflow into his calm demeanour.

“You did?” You asked. “Why?”

Levi hesitated for a moment and swallowed thickly before responding. Before admitting his true feelings. “Because I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widened and immediately, your tears had stopped falling out of confusion. You tilted your head lightly to the side as you watched Levi carefully, watched as varying emotions flashed across his face. You couldn’t believe it. One of your closest friends was in love with you? How long had this been going on for? Why didn’t Erwin tell you about it? Your mind was swimming with varying different thoughts as you gazed into Levi’s grey eyes, his hands still cupping your cheeks gently. “Say something,” he whispered, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes once more.

“W-What?” You asked, completely blown away by what was happening. “H-How long?”

“Since I first met you all those years ago,” Levi replied, thumb still stroking your cheek.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked softly.

“I was going too but before I knew it, you were moving into Erwin’s quarters,” Levi smiled sadly. “It was too late for me. But as long as you were happy, so was I.”

You sighed sadly unsure of what to say at this point. So, you did the only thing you could think of in that moment and closed the gap between your faces, kissing Levi. His lips were soft and warm and wet, something you had never expected. But then again, something you had never really given much thought up until now. Levi’s eyes widened for a split second before fluttering closed as he melted into the kiss. This was really happening. He was really kissing you. You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck, pulling his body closer to yours until he was pressed firmly against your growing baby bump. The raven-haired Captain couldn’t help but let out a soft moan into your lips as you deepened the kiss. You were about to bite his bottom lip between your teeth when you felt the baby kick in your womb, causing you to pull apart from Levi and look into his eyes breathlessly. Levi smiled as a hand fell from your cheek to your stomach, pressing on it gently. “Sorry,” you whispered, slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” Levi replied before pressing his lips to yours once more this time with more passion than before. “I love you Y/N.” As soon as the words left his lips, the baby kicked again causing Levi to let out a chuckle. “And I love you too, little one.” Your eyes widened again as Levi stroked your stomach, his eyes looking down at your bump.

“Y-You mean that?” You asked with a slight stutter on your tongue.

“Of course. I’ll never stop loving you,” he silently promised. He kissed you one last time before pulling away from you and standing up straight, clearing his throat. “I have paperwork to do. You’re more than welcome to stay here if you’d like.” You nodded at Levi’s offer, sitting down on the sofa that was situated in the middle of the office. You made yourself comfortable, grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back and pulling it over yourself. Levi sat down at his desk and began to fill out his paperwork, occasionally looking over at you to make sure you were okay. After about an hour of deafening silence, you had fallen asleep. You were breathing softly, snoring lightly. Levi smiled softly as he stood up from his seat and walked over to you, tucking you in. His fingers danced over your cheek as he bent down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. “I love you Y/N. I hope that one day, you can learn to love me too.”

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