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moo-blogging · 2 days
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Some NSFW thoughts I have been having since work:
Levi has this thing that he loves to do when he's making love to you. He knows when you're about to cum. The way you tilt your head back, fingers digging into the sheets, lips part as inaudible noise escaped with shallow breaths. Your legs spasm as you cum, knees shaking as the pleasure washes over you.
Levi would lift himself up, slowing down his thrust. Your walls throbs and warm cum envelopes his dick. He exhales in satisfaction. He loves watching you dumbstruck after he made you cum. The way your eyes roll to the back of your head and you breathing from your mouth with moans slipping from your lips as your mind is blank with pleasure, it turns Levi on. It makes him feel superior.
Pushing himself slow but deep into you, feeling your warm cum staining his lower parts with every pull, Levi feels proud. He would press his face onto your neck, sucking your skin.
"Cummed, baby?" He'll ask the obvious question.
Swallowing, you nod. Levi pushes himself deeper into you, folding you up. You whimper in overboard pleasure, squeezing your inside. The friction of your walls catches Levi's dick, sucking him in as your cum gushes out. You could feel the wetness increasing with every slam, Levi groaning in pleasure as he forces himself into your slippery and tight hole.
"Fuck, y/n!" Levi groans into your ear, "you're so fucking good!" Levi pushes himself deeper into you, his balls gently hitting your buttcheeks.
Your fingers find their ways into his hair, grabbing into his scalp with every slam. Your knees are weak between his body.
"Buckle up, my princess." Levi kisses your sweat stained face, "I'm going to make myself cum in you now."
And he pulls himself away from you, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs open, Levi fucks you fast and hard. You could do nothing but arch your back and scream.
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yorsgirl · 1 day
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In His Arms
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Levi Ackerman x Reader
Synopsis: Why should you look for another place to die when you have his arms around you?
Tropes: Angst, major character death
Warnings: Canon Timeline, gn!reader, angst, unhappy ending, non-explicit violence.
Word count: 2.03k
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You never liked the sun all that much.
It was always too bright, too warm…always just too much. Even then, the scorching heat did nothing but increase your irritation as you laid sprawled out on the open grass field. Your body felt abnormally paralyzed, heart beating right in your ear; drowning out all the noises of the disaster happening around you.
You don’t remember how you got there.
Honestly, you couldn’t remember anything that happened in the past hour. But you laid there - on the lush green field while the sun burnt your skin, lungs constricting with every breath you took.
You were tired. Exhausted even. Wishing nothing but to fall into a deep slumber. But you can’t. Not in this filthy field (what if some insect crawls up your ear), not when the sun burns so hot (ugh, so annoying), not when your thumping, loud heartbeat almost scared you.
The wish was thrown out of the window when you felt something trickle down the side of your eye. Warm. Assuming it's sweat, you groggily moved your hand to wipe it away. Your eyes drift off to your palm – thick, warm liquid stained it red.
Blood.
For a second, you gazed at it with curiosity.
The next, everything hits you like a bullet to the gut.
The expedition, the unfruitful sighting of two abnormals near your flank, comrades that were trampled or ripped apart by the titans and at last…when it held you in its grasp; ready to chew onto your flesh.
You still didn’t remember, what happened to the accused titan that dared to make you its snack. You groaned but it came out as blood spitting coughs, as you tried to roll over – failed. Everything was still a blur.
Your solitude was cut short when you heard a thud. A figure dropped beside you.
Tufts of Jet black hair and a pair of steel blue eyes hovered through your hazy vision.
“Levi...” Voice strained yet you were able to say his name, without coughing up blood.
The said man kneeled, picking you up in his arms, your head laid on the crook of his elbow and forearm. He gently wiped away the blood aside your eyes and forehead, his touch – like a petal falling on water; almost soothing your aching body.
“I am here,” He assured you, his eyes focused on your face. He didn’t dare look down your body. The sight, even too terrifying for him.
Your right leg was missing from the knee down, the gash running through your abdomen – too deep. The blood loss was significant; staining the grass around red.
In any normal circumstance, he could carry you effortlessly. But this very day, his arms felt weak while supporting just your upper body weight, fingers trembling as he brushed off your hair.
It was minutes ago when Levi reached near the vicinity of your flank (or what once was) after being informed by a fellow soldiers that two aberrants were sighted there. He remembered the moment, the titan’s hand wrapped around your abdomen, as it held one of your limbs in its mouth, the shrieks of horror combined with pain that escaped your lips; enough to break the barriers of his rage.
For a moment, he was pushed back into the utter depths of his memory. A similar expedition, like this one… with a similar scenario where an aberrant took away the lives of his then, only family.
It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t lose you too…
He just couldn’t.
Seconds, in literal seconds did he disintegrate those titans, their remains were nothing but blobs of flesh accompanied by the blood. The titan- or rather titans, which dared to grasp you; their corpses no- more like what was left of their corpses were left around the bloodied field, steaming into air.
It was painful.
For both of you.
He couldn’t conjure the courage to look down on your injured body, the realization that you wouldn’t make it – too difficult to be accepted. Instead he just stayed silent, as you tried to breathe, all while your chest burned.
“Levi… wh-” You were caught in a coughing fit, spitting blood out of your mouth.
“Easy, don’t talk.” His voice reaches your ears, he gingerly wipes away the blood from your chin. “I am here…” He repeats. You are going to be okay, he wants to tell you that you’d be alright. But he knows the inevitable and he knows you do too.
So the words died down.
Weakly raising your hand to cup his cheek, feeling his skin on yours; one last time. As your trembling fingertips trailed over his cheekbone, his rough hand held yours atop, running the pad of his thumb across the creases of your palm.
Oh… how much you wished for time to stop now.
To let you be like this. In his arms. Just where you were meant to be.
“I am going to die, aren’t I?”
The cursed words lolls off your lips so easily. And Levi just wishes, why does he have to bear this torment?
It’s a question you’ve asked him previously too. A lot of times to say the least. It was annoying, he had thought those times. Shushing you down with the usual - you still have time.
That time is up.
“I told you to not speak.” He rebuked harshly.
But why does this harsh attitude seems to arise from a place of tenderness?
“No,” You state with conviction even though your tone quivered. “You know it too.” You noticed the tighter grip on your hand as well as the stiffening of his body. You were right, he knows it too.
Levi knows he’s in amidst titan territory, he knows letting down his guard is the worst option but… he can’t leave you there. The regret of not staying with you now, would be greater than any regret that he might feel later.
So, he sat down properly, cradling your head on his lap. He stared right into your eyes, memorizing the colour and how the sunlight reflects on them. He gazed down at your lips, memorizing the way it curled as you speak.
 The fluttering of your eyelids does not go unnoticed. He tracd his finger down to the pulse point on your wrist. The rhythm eerily slow.
You held his gaze, focusing on his features through the blur. And even if you don’t like the sun, you can’t help but love how the periphery of his face glowed under its light. You etched the feeling of his touch to your mind.
There are so many words you wanted to say to him, so many sentiments whirling inside you which you wished to let him know.
But you don’t. The declarations too long and time too short.
Even then, in that moment you know he has his tongue tied too. The words left on the tip of his lips, never voiced out.
A silence befell you both, as if pushing you into a trance of your own. A place where these titans don’t exist, the complexities of this ongoing war vanished. Leaving you both at each other’s mercy.
The pain that surged through both of you, for a second stops. Converting into something warm…
You lived in that intimate moment with him. When words fell short, but the thread tying his soul to yours remained strong.
After a short while, a noise erupted from you. Instead of cries of pain or anguish, you let out a chuckle. Causing Levi to give you a look, questioning himself if you had gone insane.
“Ah- looks like I will be leaving before y-you,” You chuckled again, as it was followed by a painful cough.
His eyes narrowed, lips twisting into a frown, “And you are laughing?”
“Would be able to re-rest finally.” Your lips stretch in a grin. “It’s tiring to tr-train under you… every day.”
There’s a reason he found you annoying.
The corners of his lip twitched as he wondered would it be the right time to smack your head and talk some sense into you. But he refrained, just glaring at you. The glare isn’t filled with rage, rather undertones of despair.
“It’s tiring… to train under me?”
“uh huh,” You would have nodded but movement seemed challenging too. He almost wants to flick your forehead for making a joke out of this situation. But that’s just who you were. One of the many reasons he fell for you.
He understood your playfulness. A way to divert his mind. He had sworn to not regret anything but there are times. Times when he can’t help but do so. It were one of the rare times. And you just happened to be the antidote in this predicament.
Humorous, it was. You were standing on the edge of life, still it were you comforting him.
He pondered on what he did to deserve you.
The grin stayed on your lips quickly followed by another coughing fit.
Levi gently rubbed your back and shoulders – his touch again easing the pain that coursing through your ripped abdomen.
“Levi…” You call his name again, the word falling off your lips so sweetly.
Oh, how much, he wished that he’d get to hear it again and again.
His eyes flicker to your face again, even though that blood dripped down the side of your face and your eyes half-lidded; he can’t help but still find you beautiful.
As beautiful as always.
“I’m listening.”
You smile, breathing heavily, eyelids drooping down as you force them to stay open. “O-oh nothing... just wanted to say your name.”
He gulps down the lump forming in his throat, wondering how easily you had always understood him. Through the silent nights you spent on the rooftops or when he completed his paperworks as you prepared him tea.
“But if I had to ask for something… hey… Levi,” You whined with a frown. You assumed he wasn’t listening. But he was listening.
Always listening.
“What?” The heaviness in his voice was evident, he was holding back from crumbling down. His eyes drooped down, the grimace on his lips; an expression you knew all too well.
You breathed in sharply as the smile remained, “Watch it… till the end, for me.”
His eyes flickered with something for a second, before he blinked. Once. Twice. The pad of his thumb running circles on your cheek.
With the tightness in his chest, he nodded, “I will.” The same grin from earlier gets plastered on your face again. That assurance was enough for you.
For, if you can’t see the outside world, to taste freedom in its true form. You at least want him to watch it for you, to live in it for you.
Your chest burned again, the blood loss taking a toll on you as your head felt awfully light. Levi noticed it too along with the coldness of your body, as the pulse rate has almost diminished.
“I am sleepy,” Your voice being a mere whisper.
He knew and you did too.
The time has come.
“Sleep,” He replied, “You’ve fought for long, rest easy now. I’ll be here.”
He gingerly caressed your face once again, his steel grey eyes fixated on yours as if there’s no tomorrow, thumb tracing the outline of your lips.
“And when you wake up…” He gazed at you with so much longing and affection. “I will find you again.”
Your lips cracked into one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen. A smile he locked into his memory. With a slight nod of your head, your eyelids closed.
You breathed out once. Then never.
Levi stayed there, holding you tight for as long as he could remember.
As the despicable sun shone on the unlucky lovers, a little too brightly and the noises from the catastrophe elsewhere started to sync in. The grassfield was still as bloody and filthy.
You passed away, in the place you loathed. But didn’t, in your last moments.
Through unsaid words and silent promises, you took your last breath. But it was alright. Cause you were where you were meant to be.
You were in his arms.
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levi fucking "spends post-war free time handing out candy to kids" ackerman
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kenm4vhs · 5 months
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POST WAR!LEVI ACKERMAN YOU’LL ALWAYS BE THE PRETTIEST
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romantichomicide95 · 4 months
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❤︎ GREY SHIRT LEVI SUPREMACY ⨾ perfection
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minami-ff · 4 months
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I Want My Kids to Have Your Eyes
Levi x Reader (fluff, sfw)
what a bold thing to say to your captain.
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Moonlight hung over the hill like a comforting blanket as you both reclined an arm’s length apart on the soft grass beneath, bodies sinking into the earth. The day had been relentless, a gruelling mission that tested every ounce of strength. Now, in the quiet aftermath, you two found solace gazing upward at the summit’s view, shimmering like scattered diamonds against the canvas of the night sky.
The shared stillness remained comfortable, before you posed a soft interruption to the quietude, "Captain, do you ever think about your future?"
Levi's eyes briefly left the constellations above, attention shifting to you. "Yes, it usually ranges from the next second to the next few months. Which area of land outside the walls to explore, how defensive operations should alter for the next month, which day certain intelligen-”
“Captain-” You interrupted, then hesitated, the vulnerability of the topic making your heart race. "I meant a peaceful future, like having a family, kids?"
Levi's brow furrowed slightly. The thought of it was unfamiliar, impossible. "In this war? That’s far-fetched," he remarked, gaze returning to the stars.
A subtle smile grew on your lips as scenarios played at the back of your mind. "I know, of course, but don’t you ever imagine it? A life after the war, a future where Titans are just stories we tell our children." Levi's expression softened, a fleeting hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
"Like sometimes I think if I had children, I’d take them to play by the oceans, make adorable lunch sets," you continued, "how beautiful they would look if they had your eyes…" Embarrassment started flushing up as you realised you rambled on way too far.
His eyes widened imperceptibly, caught completely off guard by your comment.
"WAIT, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean having them with YOU, of course... definitely not…" You trailed off, a splash of pink painfully obvious on your cheeks. Get yourself together y/n, what on earth are you saying to your captain?
“Ouch.” A flicker of disappointment crossed his features. Levi cleared his throat, seemingly caught in the unexpected turn of the conversation. "Well aren’t you very in objection to that idea." he snickered, hiding a trace of sorrow beneath his face.
“Nevermind, I’m sorry, please forget what I said." You apologised in the tense atmosphere.
But Levi didn't dismiss it. Instead, his mind seemingly remained lost in contemplation. "How will your children have my eyes, if they don't have my genetics?" Determined to disprove your faulty reasoning.
You chuckled nervously, "I just mean I hope they’ll be a pretty colour, and delicate shape, like yours."
Levi displayed a rare vulnerability in his expression. He had never given thought to the aesthetic of his eyes; they were simply a part of him, a feature he never considered noteworthy. This was the first time he had received a compliment about them, and it left him momentarily speechless.
"At this rate, my most optimistic guesstimate is that I’ll be slaying titans till I’m 60." You broke the awkwardness joking, "in that case I might not be able to have kids, doubt any man would still take my crinkled self on a date anyway."
"Why not?" Levi replied seriously, his voice a soft echo in the tranquil night. "I won't be even a tiny bit surprised if you're still this beautiful at 85."
A blood-bathed blush adorned your complexion, stomach filling with butterflies and warmth, brain connections zapping around - wondering if he really thought that way, or,
“you’re just saying that.”
Levi sighed, “in all your years of knowing me, when have I ever felt obliged to tell a white lie, Comrade?”
"Right…” You muttered, with all sorts of thoughts doing laps beneath your skull, trying to continue the conversation as level-headed as possible. “Perhaps I'll meet my first love at 99,” a giggle escaping your breath as you joked.
Unexpectedly, Levi's response carried a weight that belied the casual banter. "Well. I think people can be in love without being in a formal relationship. You could easily have your first love now."
Your gaze laid upon his side profile, slightly puzzled by his logic, "but how can you be in love with someone without holding hands, saying mushy things, and all that?"
His head turned towards you, a moment of silence filling the air with eyes drilling into yours, revealing a sincerity that tugged at your heart. "I definitely can."
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levitiquee · 4 months
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“Daaa-ddy.”
Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.
“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”
She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.
Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.
“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”
She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.
Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?
So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.
Like his.
Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.
But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.
And her smile, that came from you.
She was his. Yours. Theirs.
A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.
It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.
And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.
That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.
It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.
It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.
His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.
“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”
“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”
“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”
He only lets out a small hum in response.
"Will I be as strong as you one day?"
"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.
“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”
“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.
Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?
But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.
She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.
“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.
“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”
Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.
“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.
“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.
‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”
Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”
“Yes.”
Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.
Well damn.
Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.
“Levi, I can–” You start.
“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.
It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.
"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.
It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.
“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.
“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.
She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”
Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.
“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.
You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.
Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.
“So.” You said.
“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.
“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"
He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''
"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.
“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”
“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.
“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”
You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.
“I won’t.”
You blinked, turning your expression sadder.
Levi gives up.
“C’mere.” He sighs.
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immanime · 3 months
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Just. Period sex with Levi.
You know as well as I do he doesn't have a problem with it; the man spends half the series covered in blood.
You take him so perfectly, so slick and wet and tight it’s like a fucking dream. He has to be extra careful with you because your period makes you so so sensitive—no matter how loud your normally are, it gets quadrupled when he's got his dick in you and you're bleeding. So loud he's actually had to gag you to stop your wailing from disturbing the neighbors.
But its no big problem, really, all he has to do is shove his cravat in your mouth. Or better yet when he simply uses his fingers; slides them through your lips and presses firmly against the back of your tongue.
"Be a good girl and suck 'em for me, sweetheart. I know I'm making you feel good but those douchebags next door don't need to know it too."
God you’re just so much wetter.
The first time is kind of an accident; you've never mentioned wanting to be intimate during your period because you know how he is about cleanliness.
You're surprised enough that he's into sex as it is; there's no way he'd want anything to do with it when you were bleeding. The mess, the oversensitivity, the smell...it was a lot to ask from anyone, right? Better not to ask and to handle it yourself.
But he comes over one day without warning. Levi, of all men, knows the smell of blood intimately and the second he steps into the apartment he smells the iron in the air. He runs to your room, thinking you've hurt yourself somehow.
But the sight that meets his eyes is one of you sprawled out on your bed, a towel under your hips and your pretty pink toy disappearing between your thighs.
"It...it helps with the cramps." You squeak out, like you need to justify it somehow.
You imagine him turning away from you in disgust and you cringe—but the man before you is standing quite still. Not trying to move away from you at all. He's silent for so long you start to panic.
"It...Makes you feel better?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah, it helps ease the pain for a while." Your face is burning so much you can't even look in his direction.
"Why...didn't you tell me?" He sounds hurt.
You blink dumbly at him. At Levi, the most anal clean freak you've ever met, and wonder what to say. 'You're so neurotic I thought you'd vomit if I mentioned it to you' somehow didn't seem like the right move.
But after he learns that it helps you, and actually takes some of the discomfort and pain away, he becomes so eager that you actually have to turn him away.
He loves it. How overstimulated you get. How you've got tears running down your cheeks as you blink up at him, lips wrapped around his fingers that muffle the sobs bubbling up in your throat. Sobs you simply can't stop when he bullies that sweet spot inside your swollen, aching walls.
You cry when he starts moving inside you, so overwhelmed by the blunt press of his cock, but you cry even more when he stops.
Fuck—he makes his girl feel so good.
Levi loves it when you get like this, you're like putty in his hands. His whiny little baby that keeps begging and begging him to make her feel better—begging for more, begging for less, all hot and raw and aching.
And God you always get so clingy after. The two of you clean up and take a hot bath, and then he's got you hanging all over him the rest of the night, like you just can't bare to be parted from him.
Your hands card through his hair when you come up from behind him and bend to rest your forehead on the back of his neck. An arm twined with his when you walk together to get warm mugs of tea from the kitchen. The night always ends with the two of you curled up together; you draping yourself over his lap and nuzzling into his chest, just begging to fall asleep in the warmth of his embrace.
The heightened sensitivity and the intimacy of the mess, the flood of emotions wets your eyes and glues you to his side.
And It's fucking perfect.
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ir3nic-sluvv · 2 months
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THIS MAN LITERALLY HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD—
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My man never gets old frfr
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raenacreates · 5 months
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saw some folks doing redraws of trailer stills and wanted to join in :)
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moo-blogging · 18 days
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Nothing in my head but being fluffy intimate with Levi after you had a few drinks at a party, and you wouldn't mind being misunderstood.
You were certain you were drunk. Not like seeing 3 Levis kind of drunk, or I-can't-feel-my-knees kind of drunk. You were at the edge of drunk, where you still had conscious but your head wasn't processing anything that make sense.
Levi knew you were drunk. Just one look and he knew, you were no longer yourself. He watched you from the sofa, sipping on the thousandth beer but still sharp as a blade. You were looking around for him, blinking happily as you slowly search for your boyfriend in the fluorescent lit room. And there he was, winking at you. You grinned and made your way toward him.
You dropped onto the space next to him, giggling as you knocked your head into his.
"Drunk already?" He asked.
"No," you shook your head, "very close, but no. I refuse to say yes hahahaha" you laughed.
Levi chuckled too. He moved his beer bottle away as you tried to take a sip of his drink. "No, angel, that's enough for you." He took your paper cup from your hand and gulped the entire thing down. He made a face. You laughed again. You didn't know what it was. Someone gave it to you. It might even kill you.
You leaned into Levi and kissed his cheek. "You're so soft, Levi," you rubbed your face on his cheek. You inhaled him, "you smell sooooo good, like" you breathed in deeply, "like something tasty." And you took a gentle bite on his cheek.
Levi rolled his eyes. When you let him go, there was an oval mark of teeth and saliva on his cheek. You wiped his face with your shirt.
"Hehe, Levi, you are squishy."
Levi put his beer on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. He pressed your head onto his shoulder, "l think you should sleep, because the kids are thinking that we might do it here." You raised your head, "who kids?"
Levi pressed your head onto his shoulder again, putting pressure to keep you down. "That Jean boy has been staring since you sat down, and Eren is trying to understand the meaning of you sitting on my lap, and that smart boy Armin is trying to ask them to look away."
You giggled because you almost understood something. You lifted your hand and gently massaged Levi's cheek. "You are so soft, Levi.." you pinched his cheek and pulled at it. "Like mochi.. I will eat you, Levi. Ahh-ummm"
Levi petting your upper arm while another hand keeping your head on his shoulder. Cooing and agreeing with every nonsense you said. With his heartbeat and scent, slowly you dozed off.
Levi let out a quick laugh when he realised you had slept. He kissed your forehead and carried you into one of the bedrooms. The kids screamed.
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ackermanbloodline · 8 months
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omggg NEED #29 “first one to cum loses” 😭😭😭🩷🩷
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"First one to cum, loses." - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
Author's Note: This was so fun to write, thanks Anon!
Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.
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“Pardon me?” 
“Levi, let’s be real. I can outlast you any day.”
“Is that so?” 
Levi’s eyebrow arches. You two clean up the kitchen together after dinner. He brushes scraps off of plates into the trash bin as you put leftovers into the fridge. 
“Mhm.” 
“You wanna test that theory out?”
“Don’t have to,” you shrug when you roll up your sleeves to start the dishes now the table is cleared and wiped. “It’s evident every time we fuck.” 
Something grabs your waist and spins you around, hard. Before you can even register it, you’re pinned up against the nearby wall. Levi’s body is pressed to yours as he uses one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head. There’s a soft but firm grip on your jaw. Levi’s lips go to your ear and the softness of his mouth brushes along the shell of your ear. Your eyes close. 
“That smart mouth of yours...” 
His voice is low and reverberates your entire body. He sounds so serious. He retreats and looks into your eyes, then down at your lips. His fingers trace your cupid’s bow. Saliva grows thick on your tongue. 
“That beautiful, delicious, undoubtedly fuckable mouth of yours.”
You try to lean in to kiss him but Levi keeps you steadfast against the wall. 
“Levi,” you whisper in need, slightly squirming against his grasp. 
“I want you to listen very carefully: I’m going to fuck you on this dining table. Now. And you’re going to take it. Without complaints and without protest. First one to cum, loses.”
Your eyes are wide at his words. He pronounces each one with such clarity and sharpness that it makes your stomach turn. His piercing, glass-shattering gaze is unwavering. There’s a spark in his dark irises as he turns his head at you. 
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
The moment the word is finished, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You lean in to kiss him again and he pulls away. You frown as you look up at him when he sets you down on the edge of the dining table. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips and at the same time, his quick working fingers undo the button of your pants.
“No kissing.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I said so, baby.”
He pulls the fabric down your legs harshly in one smooth movement. They’re thrown to the side. His eyes don’t leave yours even as he makes a trail of kisses starting at the sole of your foot to your mid-thigh, switching legs every couple of kisses. Your fingers find their way into his hair, combing through the dark, long strands that cover his eyes when he looks at you a certain way. 
His hands tug at your shirt.
“Off.” 
A man of few words. You cross your arms as you grab the hem and pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing on top. His eyes revert to your breasts and he notices how your nipples are hard already. His gaze returns to yours. 
His head nods once, “Lean back.”
You do as you’re told, the coldness of the wood spreading across the skin of your spine. His mouth continues to work upward until he reaches your pelvic bone. He applies his lips in the softest of ways. That is, until he uses the very tip of his tongue to make a streak from down to up on your pussy. 
Your hips involuntarily buck upward at the contact. You can feel his eyes wandering on your body followed by a somewhat condescending chuckle. 
“Already so wet for me. There’s a spot right…” his finger lightly makes circles at your entrance, causing your legs to spread wider on their own. “here.” 
“Mm.”
He slides them down and off as quickly as he did with your pants. His thumbs carefully spread your pussy lips open before he goes in at full force. No gentle warmup. He is a man starved, and acting as if this is his last meal. Your loud moans echo throughout the house. His tongue brushes against your clit again and again and again. Your spine arches off the table. It feels so fucking good, especially when he moans as he eats it. 
Levi has made it abundantly clear by now that he eats your pussy for his pleasure, not yours. 
You fight the instinct to wrap your legs around his head. Your tensed calves lay on his strong, stiff shoulders. He’s ruthless. He takes your clit in his mouth, sucking gently, and shakes his head with soft vigor. It sends pleasurable waves through your limbs. Your body always responds to him so well. 
“Oh, god,” you shriek as you begin to rut against his face. Levi takes it, and at one point, you can feel his lips turn upward into a smile. He loves how he can break you down so easily. You never used to be like this, this vocal. But as time has passed, you have learned to let him know that what he’s doing feels good. 
“Need you to talk to me, baby. How am I making my girl feel?” 
“So, so good.” 
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Fuck.” 
“Good.”
Jesus Christ. Did you already forget? Your eyes shoot open as you mentally remind yourself to stay rooted in the present and to not get too wrapped up in the feelings of ecstasy. You focus on your breathing and try to fight the knot building in your pelvis as he continues to work his magic on you. 
When he adds one finger, then two, into the mix, you know it won’t be long before you’ll get close. The pads of his fingers brush up against that spot inside and it makes your eyes roll back. His tongue remains persistent. A combination of your cum and Levi’s spit drips down onto the table. Rather than being repulsed, he’s reveling in the mess that you make. 
Your legs begin to shake as you approach the edge.
“Levi, fuck, I’m close. Ah…” 
“Make me proud and cum for me,” he calls your name. “You’re doing so good. C’mon, let me make that pretty little pussy cum.” 
That bastard. He knows that you love praise and he’s using it against you. You want to give into his words so fucking bad. But your pride and ego drives you to move further back on the table and away from Levi. You bring your legs together as you look at him with flushed cheeks. You both are panting. 
Not so fucking fast, Levi Ackerman. 
His lips and chin glisten under the dining room overhead light. He looks so fucking kissable. You hate to admit, but you probably should’ve pulled away sooner than you did. That was way too damn close. If there was even the slightest brush on your clit right now, you’re sure you’d cum. You continue to focus on the breaths entering and leaving your lungs. 
“Thought I for sure got you,” Levi runs a hand through his hair. “But I’ve always admired your self control.” 
“You almost did.”
You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. You didn’t want him to know that you were that close. Fuck. 
You shimmy yourself off the kitchen table and approach him. Your faces are less than an inch apart. Your tongue reaches out and gathers some of your wetness from his lips. Levi’s breath hitches in his throat. Your hands travel down to his belt buckle and throw it to the floor when it’s off. You work to undo his pants and pull down his boxer briefs. 
His erection springs free. You immediately drop to your knees and just take a moment to admire it: every vein, the precum seeping from his tip, every inch of hardness. How it’s all for you. Nobody else’s. Yours. You look at it with nothing but love. 
“I love the way you look at my dick,” he says and you look up at him. “Like it’s the most wonderful thing you’ve ever seen.” 
“That’s because it is.” 
You wrap a firm hand around the base of his penis and take all you can into your mouth. Your hand stays still until you can get some spit on it. Once you do, you start pumping him in addition to sucking him. You don’t go slow like you normally do. You go fast. You sometimes even accidentally gag yourself, which adds to Levi’s arousal. 
You also are pretty neat with your blowjobs, but this time, you wanna be sloppy. You pull your head back and spit all you can onto the side of his cock. Little spit bubbles cover it. Strings of saliva drop down onto your chest as slurping sounds fill the room. You pull out moan after moan out of Levi. His entire pelvic area is absolutely covered in your spit. 
He leans down and gathers all your hair as a ponytail in one hand. When he starts guiding your head, you remove your hand and let him take control. His dick slips to the back of your throat and you fight the intense urge to gag. Your eyes snap shut and your breath holds in your lungs. 
“Through your nose,” he commands from above.
You try your best to follow his order but it’s difficult. When he pulls your head away, a quick series of coughs leave your mouth but are muffled with his cock still in it. Levi continues this pattern for some time before a strangled groan rips from his throat. 
“I need to fuck you. Come here.” 
He pulls you up and stares deep in your eyes, brushing his lips against yours. When you try to sneakily lean in and kiss him, he tightens his grip on the roots of your hair and yanks you backward. 
“Can’t fool me, sweetheart.” 
“A girl can try.” 
“And try you will. Now bend over and spread those legs for me.” 
The side of your face presses up against the dining table as you do what you’re told. You spread your legs just enough for Levi to stand in. Your hands grip the edges of the table in preparation for what’s to come. When you feel his length brush up and down against the slick entrance of your cunt, your eyes close. 
He pushes himself in and it feels like a heaven you’ll never get used to or sick of. 
When he’s all the way in, he collapses over you and buries his face in the crook of your neck with an animalistic groan. He stays there for a moment and starts to move back and forth. He picks up the pace quickly. And soon enough, he’s fucking you so hard that it makes your ass shake with each snap of his hips. Skin on skin slapping fills your ears. His balls clap up against your swollen clit. 
Uncontrollable moans, shrieks, and groans escape your mouth before you can stop or mitigate them. Old habits die hard, since you two had just purchased and moved into this house not too long ago. But he’s fucking you too good. He deserves to hear everything. 
The sensation of his body against yours from the back is almost suffocating but in the most pleasurable way. You need him close. One of your hands reaches around to the back of his neck as you throw your head back. His lips find your neck and match his harsh movements. You have no doubt in your mind that you will have a few dark hickies tomorrow. But that’s something to worry about later. 
“God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Ah, yeah. Levi, fuck. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
“This is my pussy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, mhm.”
“What’s that?” 
“Yes, Levi, yours.”
He wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you upward. He makes you stand up, wraps his arms around your waist, and continues to rut up into you. All the while, he’s murmuring the dirtiest, sweetest things into your ear. Your pussy clenches around him so tightly with everything he does that it makes his head spin. 
Without even the slightest warning, he pulls out and spins you around again, just like he did earlier. Except this time, he sets you on the kitchen counter. 
“I need to see that face.” 
And without warning, again, he plunges back in. You have to stabilize yourself by holding onto one of the cupboards. You take your lip between your teeth. He can’t stop looking at you. How good you look taking him. Like you always do. 
You will never truly know the extent of how crazy you drive him. 
The knot has continued to build up inside you but it’s dangerously close to coming undone. You look deep into Levi’s eyes. 
“I can feel that you’re close.”
All you can do is nod your head. Words fail you. 
“I’m, fuck, I’m close too.”
“Cum with me,” you beg. “Please kiss me. Please.” 
He smashes his lips to yours, so much so that your teeth almost clash. Tongues slip against one another’s. It’s almost like you two are kissing for the first time, or have been separated for five years and this is the first meeting. You both wrap your arms around one another. And that’s enough to send you both over the edge at the same time. Your pussy spasms around him and his dick twitches as he unloads everything inside you. Stars fill your vision. He calls your name and “baby” repeatedly. As you both come down from your high, Levi’s actions come to halt. His face stays buried in your hair as his breath fans across your neck. 
“Guess we both lose,” you rasp.
“Fuck. I guess so.”
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i'm cRYING DONT TOUCH ME
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eskymoos · 1 month
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Levi Ackerman As a Romantic Partner
Headcanons by Eskimos
Levi Ackerman is the Captain of the scouts.
Of course he will have high expectations of you. His eyes are always on the target and his strength never fails. However, he knows to keep you close during every mission. Regardless of whether his behavior betrays it, his heart beats for you. Levi would sooner put himself under a guillotine blade than let anything or anybody hurt you.
He's also the type to hold a long speech to you about how you're using your ODM gear wrong and then, when you finally get the chance to shine, he will fly past you and slash three titans at once. Is he doing it for the safety of everybody or just to impress you? That remains a mystery.
Levi Ackerman is Humanity's Strongest soldier.
He doesn't crow about his strength. Nobody questions it because it's a fact. What's more, you've seen both sides of the coin. Levi implements harsh, disciplinary methods on young, delinquent soldiers. Sometimes he even punishes them physically. You might catch the Captain in the hallway dragging somebody like a ragdoll by their hair or kicking the back of their knee to trip them and the next moment you're in his office doing your work alongside him while his fingers rest in your hair. The same fingers that just tormented somebody tangle in your hair and mess it affectionately. You know how to find comfort in his cold presence. In fact, you know he would turn the Earth inside out if something were to happen to you.
Levi Ackerman is a member of the exiled Ackerman clan.
Levi is many things and definitely not proud of his origins. He knows a thing or two about how the Ackerman clan came to be and why it's so despised. The only reason he chooses to associate himself with the name is because it reminds him of the first person he ever truly loved- his mother. Or, well, that used to be the explanation before you stepped into his life. Now he daydreams about making you an Ackerman. His partner until death does you apart. In his eyes, the shame is all gone because you're his other half and he would happily make that bond eternal.
Levi Ackerman is a hyper ultra mega clean freak.
His room? Spotless? His office? Shining clean.
Hygiene is a thing he will never ever overlook (his past can explain that mania). There's nothing more enjoyable than a deep clean and a fresh start.
However, there's a secret he will never tell anybody. Your disorganization and chaotic, aimless persona holds some charm that he never expected to find in the first place. Yes, he certaintly won't be encouraging a filthy work space but you being the polar opposite can give him butterflies and gradually drive him mad. Before you know it, his entire mind is a mess because of you and you don't even suspect a thing.
If you're a clean freak like him, then you're undeniably the soulmate he yearns for. Levi's obsession can only grow deeper if he sees a reflection of his own ideas in you.
Levi Ackerman is a murder weapon.
Having been recruited from a young age to serve Erwin, Levi is very much used to the blood bath that comes with his job. He is ruthless from the core of his beating heart. If justice stands behind violence, then he won't mind being the bad guy even if it ruins an innocent life.
Things are not so black and white behind closed doors. If you're the lucky person who owns his heart and soul, you will have the honor of receiving limitless amount of devotion from the depths of his eyes. His touch will always be gentle and his words- thoughtful. He will always be a shoulder to cry on and a shelter to stand under.
Even during more intimate moments, his focus will be entirely on you and the gentleness of his actions will make your head spin.
''Deep breaths, come on.''
''Eyes on me.''
''That's it. Just like that.''
Levi Ackerman is human. More human than people think.
There are days when things just get too much. And when the world is too loud and all burdens weigh on his shoulders, he will find you and keep you close.
Levi is confirmed to be a very emotional character. Even his silence speaks volumes when he sits beside you, arms and legs crossed and his head resting on your shoulder. He will relish you and worship these bits of tranquility that he rarely gets.
Levi Ackerman is an insomniac.
His nights are a hellish loop. Memories, work, plan-making, strategies. The man doesn't have it easy. You are the antidote for all his problems. When you sleep near him, even if you've passed out in his office, he will observe you and take care of you to the best of his capabilities. The sight of a loved one being at peace heals all his scars and suddenly he feels like he is dreaming.
''Huh-- Levi, are you alright?''
''Go to sleep,'' he'd murmur, looking into your tired eyes. ''I am here. Sleep.''
And it's true. He is always there. He always will be.
Levi Ackerman is short.
And he wishes there was a way to change that. It's an insecurity he can't mask so easily but it doesn't affect him too strongly. Truth is, building a healthy relationship with you will only fuel his desire to demonstrate other good traits. For example, if you're struggling to reach something he will walk behind you and position his cold, slender hands on your waist just to lift you up and help out. He's short, yes, but outstandingly intelligent.
Levi Ackerman? He is like no other.
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romantichomicide95 · 5 months
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APPRECIATION POST FOR LEVI’S JAWLINE
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he’s the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen
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