#tay's.drabbles
Text
NSFW, MDNI, Sub!Levi
His thighs are shaking, the thick lines of muscle quivering on either side on your own. Sitting in your lap like this, Levi is a comfortably heavy weight, pressing you down and rocking your body every time his hips churn.
He's pressed as far into you as possible, chest rising and falling against yours and his face buried into your neck. Every time he whimpers, you can feel the warm wetness of his breath bathing the skin there. And he's whimpering so much. He can't even really speak at this point, only letting out soft desperate little noises or long needy moans.
"Ngg ah please! Please please please," he's chanting nonsensically into your neck. The grip he has on your shoulder tightens and the rolling thrusts he's been fucking into your hand with shorten into abated little jerks. The way his thighs shudder against yours makes you want to dig your fingers into the muscle there, tracing the winding path of a vein.
His cock is so wet in your palm, hot and throbbing with the tip a desperate, dark red. You've been stroking him for so long that he's sticky and slick, the loud tacky sound of your slow strokes serving as the perfect backdrop to his whimpers. Every time he's gotten close, every time he's started swearing at you to let him cum, you've merely slowed down, tightening your grip around his base and just letting him throb. You've lost track of how many times you've brought him to the edge.
"Please please please," Levi continues to chant thoughtlessly into your neck. His shoulders quake, and you can feel wetness blooming again at your neck. "Please. Let me cum. Please-"
You can't help but smile, slowing down your strokes to wrap your palm around his base one last time. His whole body jerks, all the air in his lungs escaping in one long defeated sob. You wanted him like this. All of his bluster gone, all of his cursing gone, just mindless and wet.
His cock pulses in your palm, the tip leaking more and more pre-cum. Shifting you grip, you swirl your thumb along the tip. Levi presses impossibly harder into you, letting loose one long whine. "Please please please-"
"You know what I want." Pressing a kiss to the hair along the top of his head, your free hand shifts, cupping his chin and tilting his head up so that you can pepper the little wrinkles of the crease of his brow with kisses. "Tell me you're pretty. Say it and I'll let you cum."
Levi whines, eyes fluttering and jaw working against your palm. His eyes are shiny with tears and they look so dark, desperate and thoughtless, and his hips churn into your palm in a desperate shudder. "I- " his voice cracks with wetness, "I'm p-pretty."
Smiling, you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, stroking him with an urgent speed. His whole body seems to throb and he tries to bury his face back into your neck, but your tighten your grip on his chin, keeping his face up so you can watch his features twist in pleasure. "There we go. Such a good, pretty boy." He throbs in your palm, cheeks darkening even further. You smirk, watching tears well up along his lash line, "How about you say it one more time?"
#n.sfw#this is from a dream i had last night#levi x reader#sub!levi#levi ackerman smut#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader smut#levi ackerman#tay's.drabbles
645 notes
·
View notes
Text
drabble that suddenly had to come out of me no matter what
Aot finale spoilers, talks of scars and wounds, self-doubt
“Do they ever hurt?” you ask softly, meeting his soft silvery eye with yours.
Levi shrugs unevenly in response, replying vaguely, “Sometimes I get phantom pains. Like they’re still there.”
Gently clasping his hand between yours, you bring his fingers to your lips, tenderly kissing all the little calluses and even the smooth, flawless skin at the tip of each of his fingers. You appreciate every little white knick of a healed scar, savoring the unique texture and history they hold. His nails are perfectly trimmed, and the long digits are almost bony, with knuckles jutting out from his skin and veins visible in trailing blue lines along his palm, resembling twisting rivers.
One by one, you kiss each and every finger until you reach the uneven stubs where his index and pointer fingers used to be. The area is still flushed a dark, upsetting red that makes your chest ache. Despite the passing years, the skin remains rough and sore-looking. Carefully, you lean forward, eyes locked to his. You hear his breath hitch as you oh-so-carefully press the softest of kisses to the stub of his index finger.
“D-don’t,” he breathes, shifting slightly in his seat in embarrassment. Something lingers in the soft grey-blue of his eye, something like embarrassment and shame. “They’re ugly.”
“They’re not,” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his shorn digit. “You’re beautiful, remember? No matter what.”
Levi takes a long, shuddered breath, his shoulders heaving with the strength of his sigh. It’s almost like he deflates a bit, the metal of his wheelchair creaking loudly as his feet shift. His face twists, the large now-mostly-white scar standing out against the pale skin of his cheek. His deadened eye can still move, instinctively tilting up to match the other as his eyes meet yours. “’m not,” he mutters quietly, hissing in pain as he shifts his injured knee. “I- I’m so weak now,” he confesses, his voice laced with frustration and pain.
It’s something he’s complained about quite a few times since the end of the final battle. Not only did he sustain injuries, but the end of Ymir’s curse had also extinguished the Ackerman strength flowing through his veins. He has mentioned feeling empty and hollow, almost fragile in comparison. His slower healing is evident from the still reddened skin of his mangled fingers.
Rising up from your knees, you press a quick kiss to the scar along his cheek. “We’re free now,” you assure him earnestly. “It’s a whole new world. We’re not soldiers anymore, and you don’t have to bear the burden of being the strongest. You have already proven your worth countless times.”
As you speak, your fingertips gently brush back the length of his bangs, exposing his forehead. With utmost care, you place another soft kiss right between his eyebrows, dissolving the tension held there. Then another. And another. Each kiss conveys a message of love and acceptance, a reminder that his worth extends far beyond physical strength.
Levi’s breath hitches again, this time from a mixture of relief and vulnerability. The sound is a bit wet, and there’s a telling moisture welling in the corners of his eyes. He struggles to find the words to respond, mouth opening and closing several times as his shoulders stiffen once again. His eyes, one vibrant and the other dulled by past wounds, seek yours, their depths reflecting the emotions he struggles to express.
“‘m not,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of pain and self-doubt. The fingers of his free hand instinctively reach for his injured knee, a reflex born from habit and discomfort. His voice sounds so small and hollow, “I- I’m broken.”
“No,” the word comes out sharper and louder than you intended, startling the both of you. “No. No you aren’t.” Your hand gently caresses his, providing a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Strength doesn’t define you,” you emphasize, your voice filled with conviction. “And your injuries don't either. I know you feel different now.. powerless.. but you possess a strength that transcends physical abilities. It’s in your resilience, your compassion, and the love you carry within you. That strength will always shine through, no matter what.”
A long, shuddered breath escapes Levi’s lips as he absorbs your words. His shoulders, burdened by the weight of his perceived weakness, begin to ease. The metal of his wheelchair creaks as his feet shift unsteadily. He swallows heavily, eyes falling from yours to stare at the fabric of the dark slacks covering his thigh.
Pinching his chin between your fingers, you urge his gaze to meet yours yet again. “We’re building a new life together,” you continue, a hint of playfulness entering your voice. “We’re not soldiers anymore. You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders. Instead, let’s focus on chasing out those rude customers from our little tea shop. And if you ever say anything self-deprecating again, well, I’ll be there to shower you with kisses until you realize just how incredible you are.”
Levi’s lips curve into a small, vulnerable smile, the barriers of self-doubt slowly crumbling away. The moisture in his eyes finally spills over, tracing glistening paths down his cheeks. “You would,” he whispers softly, his voice filled with fondness and amusement.
#levi x reader#levi /reader#aot spoilers#does this count as fluff?#levi ackerman#x reader#postwar!levi#postwar!levixreader#tay's.drabbles
351 notes
·
View notes
Text
I am now YEARNING for virgin!Levi who is so whiny and overwhelmed by the tight, throbbing grasp of your gummy walls that he's out of his mind. He's muttering nonsense, telling you how good you feel, "Oh, you're so soft," and cursing, "Fuck, tight," and "oh oh oooh FUCK," and his fingers are scrambling against your skin. His pupils are blown wide and dark and he just can't close his mouth, his chest keeps heaving, but he just can't catch his breath. He's barely begun sliding into you for the first time and already he's GONE. Sweaty and whimpering, straining to last at the sheer overwhelming feel of your tight little hole, he cums the moment he's finally worked all the way in.
He keeps going though. He just keeps thrusting, keeps slamming his hips in to yours, filling you again and again, fighting the overstimulation. He's mindless, he doesn't want to leave you yet. It just feels so good, you feel so good, a painfully sharp pleasure that almost ache. He needs more and he needs to bring you there as well.
659 notes
·
View notes
Text
The first press of his lips against yours is always soft. A barely-there brush, featherlight and cautious, no matter how many times they've come in contact. Levi's breath hitches, the thicker, soft skin of his bottom lip pressing hard into the crease between yours. It's so soft, so sweet that it makes your heart ache. He sighs, nose releasing a warm huff of air against your cheek and fingers adjusting on the back of your head to tilt your mouth further into his.
It feels almost as though he's drinking you in. Relishing every bit of you as he sighs into your embrace. Your taste, your smell, your warmth and your breath. It's not like you can't say the same. Closing your eyes, his entire being fills your senses. A rich, clean and masculine smell. He's always so warm, pressing himself as close as he can.
You'd think, given his nature, that Levi would prefer to press the kiss into your mouth. Deepening the embrace with his tongue entering the wet cavern to slide against your own. More often than not, though, he prefers you to take control, to press your tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Black tea and dark spicy masculinity. The way he sighs happily makes your heart stutter in your chest. He wants as much of you as possible. Your scent filling his nose, your taste filling his mouth. He groans into your mouth, loud and needy, as you slide your tongue across his teeth, slowly lapping along the sensitive underside of his own tongue.
Contrary to his usual quiet persona, Levi's a loud kisser. You don't think he's really aware of it, moaning and humming his pleasure right into your mouth. It makes your head whirl. The plump thickness of his bottom lip is particularly sensitive, a mere scrape of your teeth against the wet and swollen flesh draws out a needy gasp. He nips you right back, he always does, fingers threading into your hair and tilting your head. It's messy. Wet. He's always particularly grabby whenever he's like this. Needy. He doesn't want to break the embrace, doesn't want your lips to leave his for even the briefest of moments.
#Levi hcs#i want to kiss him#i want to map out his teeth with my tongue#levi x reader#levi ackerman#levi kissing hcs#tay's.drabbles
486 notes
·
View notes
Text
You give boyfriend!Levi the key to your apartment and he just takes it silently. He doesn't say anything -can't, with the surge of emotion swelling in his throat- but he holds the little bit of metal between his fingers like it's the most precious thing in the world. Because you trust him
#and then you come home the next day and your entire apartment has been cleaned top to bottom#levi drabble#levi x reader#just a random thought at work#Tay's.drabbles#aot x reader#levi/reader
483 notes
·
View notes
Text
Suddenly yearning to have Levi wash my hair
Just imagine Levi, with gentle hands and a soothing touch, carefully wetting your hair with warm water, ensuring it’s thoroughly saturated. You find yourself lounging back in the bathtub, one that Levi thoughtfully prepared for you, and he sits by your side, always eager to serve despite his gruff exterior. The steam fills the air, creating an atmosphere of relaxation and indulgence.
As Levi’s long, slender fingers work their way into your scalp, you can feel the perfect amount of pressure being applied. Each fingertip seems to possess a unique ability to relieve tension and melt away stress. His touch is a harmonious blend of soothing and invigorating, coaxing your senses into a state of tranquility. The gentle graze of his perfectly trimmed fingernails against your skin sends waves of delight through your body, evoking a pleasant shudder that courses through you, reminding you of his capable hands.
Levi’s attention to detail is impeccable. With utmost care and precision, he ensures that every strand of your hair is thoroughly lathered and cleansed. His fingers move in slow, circular motions, massaging your scalp and spreading the lather evenly, creating a truly indulgent experience. The scent of the shampoo fills the air, adding to the sensory delight.
As you close your eyes, the weight of the world seems to lift off your shoulders, and the outside world fades away. With his nails purposely dragging along your scalp, a sensation of pure bliss washes over you, causing all your muscles to become limp and lax. In that moment, all the stresses of the world melt away, leaving you with a deep sigh of relief. The tension in your body dissipates as Levi’s touch continues to work its magic.
Amidst this serenity, Levi’s voice resonates with depth, adding another layer of comfort to the experience. “You better not fall asleep again. It’s like you want me to carry you to bed,” he playfully remarks, his gentle words acting like a soothing lullaby. The melodic quality of his voice blends harmoniously with the warm water enveloping your senses, creating an otherworldly sensation of pure relaxation. The rhythmic flow of water and the soft hum of Levi’s voice combine to form a symphony that transports you to a place of complete tranquility. It feels like heaven—pure heaven.
#levi x reader#levi/reader#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#tay's.drabbles#soft and fluffy#yearning tonight guys#levi fluff#levi x reader fluff#this post is basically self care#attack on titan#levi
329 notes
·
View notes
Text
No warnings, just soft fluffy and a bit silly
Blinking awake, the sight of him is the first thing to greet you. Through sleep laden eyes, you drink in the inky blackness of his hair spilling across the white expanse of the pillow. His eyes are pinched tight, the little wrinkle appearing between his brows even now. You watch fondly as his eyelids twitch, his mouth drooping open to release soft puffs of air.
He's quiet even in his sleep, you think, wiggling your thigh where it's pressed between his. At your back, his fingers curl, unconsciously pulling you forward with the slightest grasp. Beneath the covers, his leg shifts up, knee bending to curl the limb further over your own. It makes your heart stutter, a breath catching high in your throat.
This is the first time he's slept over. When you'd invited him, you'd more or less figured you wouldn't actually get to see him sleep. You're well aware of his insomnia, not to mention his tendency to sleep sitting upright in his office chair. Which can't be good for his back. You were afraid that the mattress might be too soft for him, especially after years and years of hard wooden lines digging into his back.
He hasn't slept on his back since he was a child, much less on a bed. You understand, though. They must have been hard to come by growing up, not to mention the vulnerability associated with actually sleeping. It's easy to end up dead if you're caught unaware.
When you'd asked him if he wanted to sleep over, it'd been hesitant. Expecting rejection. However, Levi had just nodded his head, acquiescing like it wasn't even an issue. He'd joined you on the mattress easily. Almost as if he'd been thinking about asking himself.
You're drawn out of your thoughts by a slight hum. Levi is murmuring nonsensically, lips curling around random vowels. His head shifts, his nose nuzzling into the pillow. I guess he's not completely quiet.
Curling an arm around his back, you slide your fingers up along the notches of his spine, stopping at the wide expanse of his shoulder blade. It warms your heart that he's allowed himself this. That he trusts you enough to be completely vulnerable in your presence. It means the world to you, seeing him relaxed and heavy with deep sleep.
I wonder how long he's been asleep? Just glancing out the window, you can see that it's definitely already morning. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the glass, casting the room in an early morning light. You hope he didn't toss and turn for too long. You know he usually only gets a handful of hours a night, sometimes even skipping days. This feels different though. A deep rest.
Surprised he's a side sleeper. You sort of imagined he'd sleep flat on his back, with his arms crossed like an upset parent. Shifting your hand up, your fingers cautiously cup the soft skin of his cheek. This morning is full of surprises it seems. You'd thought he'd be up before you, possibly already gone for his morning run. You'd also thought he'd be a light sleeper, jolting awake at the slightest movement or sound.
He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering. His mouth shifts, that quiet sleepy tone of his muttering out another string of nonsense. You think you hear the word 'tea' somewhere in there. It makes you smile. Cute.
Your fingers gently skim across his features, lightly trailing up along the curve of his cheek bone and under his eye. Such pretty eyelashes. He hums, leaning into your touch, mouth dropping open further. You can feel the soft puffs of his breath dusting your face, warm and even. You think you can even spot a small bit of drool, wet and shiny beside the plumpness of his bottom lip. Adorable.
Trailing your fingers up, you cup the side of his head, reveling in the softness of his hair. Threading your fingers through the stands, it always amazes you just how thick and silky his hair is.
At the touch, his features shift, eyes pinching tight as he snorts softly. Finally, his eyes flutter open, heavy lidded and swollen from sleep. Smacking his lips, his head presses even harder into your touch. The fingers at your back tighten, the arm wrapped behind you tugging you in closer. Your name falls from his lips, his voice rough and deep from sleep, "Morning."
"Morning sleepyhead," you smile, skimming your thumb along the plump curve of his cheek.
He yawns, long and heavy, back arching in a light stretch. "Watchin' me?" The words are half formed as he nuzzles his nose back into the pillow.
"Only for a bit." His legs shift against yours, the arm at your back pulling you in. Now his chest is pressed to yours, you can feel every rise and fall. "You're really cute when you sleep."
"Mhmm," Levi protests, shifting forward to press his forehead into your collarbone. "Creepy."
"Like you wouldn't have done the same." Levi's never been so cuddly and clingy with you before. It's like he doesn't want to get up and face the day. Doesn't want to leave the comforting warmth of your embrace. You hum, threading your fingers back into his hair to pet it softly. You can feel his eyelids flutter in response, the long lashes dusting softly against your collarbone.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" This close, you think you can feel the soft lull of his heart beat resonating from his chest and into yours. You press your nose into the hair at the top of his head. It smells of pure soap, fresh from the shower you'd taken together shortly before bed. In fact, his hair is still somewhat cool to the touch. Not quite wet, but somewhat damp.
"What?" Levi barks, pulling his face up to meet your gaze. His eyes are suddenly alert, shining more blue than silver in the soft morning light. He pouts, "No I don't."
"Yeah," you nearly laugh at how awake he suddenly seems. The startled, unhappy down turn to his lips is so unbelievably cute. "You were muttering something about tea."
"You're lying," he insists, squinting warily. "I didn't say shit."
Smirking, you tease, "Got something you wanna keep secret?" Pinching his chin between two of your fingers, you rub your thumb along the curve of his bottom lip. "I think you drooled a little too."
His eyes crinkle, the blue shining with equal parts mirth and worry. "I get nightmares...," he starts, tongue peaking out to wet his lips. His knee nudges softly into yours, the fingers at your shoulder drum softly. "The things i've seen.. you don't need to hear any of that."
"I get nightmares too," you murmur softly, worming a free hand between your chests to press it over his heart. The beat is steady, his skin warm even in the soothing cocoon of your bedsheets. "Don't worry too much about that. You slept well last night, right?"
He mimics your gesture, pressing a palm to the middle of your chest to feel the steady beat of your heart. "Yeah.."
"It seemed deep," you note, eyes drifting from his to access his face. His cheeks seem a tad less gaunt, more plump and youthful. The tired bags beneath his eyes are still there, but they're definitely lighter, less of a dark purple. "I'm glad."
He hums softly, glancing towards the window. "It's late, we should get up."
"I wish we could just stay here all day." Given that he's still wrapped around you, he probably feels the same. He's cuddling you like a small kitten desperate for warmth.
He frowns, humming softly. The silver of his eyes shines softly. The fingers over your heart circle softly into your skin. He sounds mournful, "If only."
"It's the weekend. We could.." Morning drills are only held on weekdays. Weekends are considered 'personal time' though most scouts don't bother leaving base. Smirking, your knee surges up, pressing high between his thighs. "We technically don't have to leave bed all day."
In response to your coy gesture, Levi's eyes darken to a deep steely blue, like the sky before a devastating storm. Suddenly, he surges upward, rising to hover over you. Pressing his weight into you, fingers skim enticingly along your hip and up across your belly. "And what would we do, then? Hmm?"
You laugh.
You can't help it. Sheer mirth bubbles up in your chest, escaping helplessly in loud peeling laughter. "Hah ha ha!" You throw your head back into the pillow, "Oh my fucking god!"
"The fuck?" Levi startles, jerking back to glare at you. "The fuck are you laughing about?"
"Y-you," you fight to speak through laughter. Tears build in the corners of your vision. It's a fight to blink them away, trails leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Y-your hair!!"
Levi shakes his head in confusion, "What?"
His hair is an absolute mess. It's wavy, something you've never seen before. Normally it's pin straight. Large chunks of it are betraying his part, rising up in a gravity defying mess. One large mass along the back of his head bounces as he moves. The sight nearly sends you into hysterics.
God. It hurts. You can't remember the last time you laughed this hard. Your belly aches but you can't stop the loud chortles.
"Shut the fuck up!" Levi curses. You can't see him anymore, tears welling to blur your vision. You feel him rise, the mattress shifting as he leaves your embrace. You don't even miss the loss, wrapping your arms around your belly to fight the painful laughter.
"You- haha -your hair! It bounced!" You laugh and laugh and laugh. Your neighbors can probably hear it, given how loudly it's bouncing against the walls of your small room. "It's so messy!"
Peeling your eyes open, you spot Levi frowning into the small mirror on your dresser. He's desperately trying to fix his part and pat down the gravity defying pieces of his hair. "The fuck did you do?”
The sight only revives your laughter, sharp peels filling the air again. God it's hard to breathe, your belly hurts in such a good welcome pain. "It-," you struggle out in a joyous wheeze. Given how he usually sleeps, his hair is probably never messed up. "It's from sleeping on a mattress with wet hair!"
"Keep laughing. See if I ever stay over again." Lips curving downward in a deep pout, Levi continues to pat uselessly at his hair. You can even spot his nose wrinkling adorable in frustration. Running his fingers through the strands, some of it settles down into a somewhat correct position -still very wavy- but one large spot along the back springs right back up.
Wheezing, you struggle to regain your composure, if only a little bit. Sitting up, you note that the wayward tuft looks like a single, fluffy cat ear, the fur stark black to match the inkiness of his hair. He shakes his head again, and it wobbles, causing your chest to seize with another round of riotous laughter -this time strained in a poor attempt to be quiet.
You can't help the slight giggle in your voice when you speak, "Sit here," you pat the mattress by your side, "and bring my comb in the dresser there. I'll fix it."
#levi x reader#levi/reader#soft and fluffy#myaotdrabbles#tay's.drabbles#levi ackerman#attack on titan#aot levi#written in one sitting lol#levi fluff#levi#a bit silly#levi ackerman x reader
663 notes
·
View notes
Text
Delicately cradling Levi's chin in your hand, your palm is gentle against his sweat-and-ash soaked skin. His breath hitches beneath your soft touch, his lone eye fluttering with exhaustion even as his chest continues to heave from the stress and exertion.
"D-don't," he protests shakily. Despite his words, his bandaged cheek presses heavily into your palm. His words are faint, barely audible, carrying a tone that speaks of his immense weariness.
“Let me,” you insist, your voice filled with a gentle determination. With the utmost care, you bring your thumb to Levi’s lips, lightly brushing away the blood that has stained them. Each stroke is deliberate and tender, conveying a profound sense of concern, empathy, and a heartfelt desire to alleviate his pain. To help in some small, insignificant way.
The pain reflected in Levi’s eye tugs at your own heart, causing your breath to catch, a sharp sensation piercing between your ribs. In a soft plea, you express your heartfelt desire, whispering, “Please just- just let me take care of you.” The words are whispered with genuine care and compassion, assuring Levi that he doesn’t have to bear his burdens alone.
As Levi's protest subsides, his shoulders droop, a visible release of tension. A prolonged breath shudders through his weary frame, causing his muscles to finally relax. It's as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he finds solace in surrendering to the momentary respite. The physical and emotional strain he had been carrying begins to dissipate, allowing his body to ease into a state of much-needed calm.
Leaning even closer, Levi’s lips gently graze your palm in a tender kiss, a gesture filled with gratitude and appreciation. As his eye locks with yours, the stormy grey hue that once mirrored his tension now appears lighter, less burdened. In that moment, his expression reflects a genuine sense of relief and comfort. With heartfelt sincerity, he whispers, “Thank you.”
#levi ackerman#attack on titan#levi x reader#levi/reader#levi / reader#hurt/comfort#levi#aot#levi fic#gn!reader#tw; blood#shingeki no kyojin#aot fic#Tay's.drabbles#aot spoilers
195 notes
·
View notes
Text
Quick n.sfw drabble inspired by Levi's fingers
tw; finger sucking, choking
“Can’t believe you asked for this,” Levi mutters quietly. Despite his dry tone, there's a darkness simmering in his gaze, a twisted heat that fills your stomach with excitement.
Cupping your cheek, his thumb glides along your bottom lip, pulling it down to skim the wetness along the inner skin. “Please, like you don’t enjoy seeing me on my knees,” you breathe back, your breath hitching uncontrollably as his well-trimmed nail grazes your kiss-swollen skin.
In response, you receive a grunt. His gaze moves away from your mouth, traveling up your form—from your bent knees on the floor to the enticing cleavage spilling out from your open blouse. Meeting your eyes once again, he smirks and replies, “Maybe?”
“Maybe?” your eyebrows raise in mock disbelief. Sliding a hand up his firm thigh, you feel the muscles tense and shudder beneath his slacks. Your hand finds the hardened outline of his cock, and you teasingly squeeze it, relishing the way his hips suddenly lurch into your touch. “I think you do. Plus, we’ve done weirder stuff. Remember the Clone A Willy-”
Levi cuts you off, grumbling, “Are you ever going to stop talking about that?”
Smirking, you softly lap at his thumb, tracing the rounded curve of his manicured nail bed. Taking hold of his free wrist, the one not holding your face, you press gently until his hand relaxes open and he presses the tip of one finger to your lips. “Why don’t you make me?”
Levi frowns, his breath heavy and audible. He gently takes you by the jaw and slides one long finger into your mouth, reminiscent of the sensation of his fingers being inside you. Your toes curl and your eyes flutter shut as a moan rises from your throat, arching your back to seek closer contact.
“Oh,” he sighs your name, sounding wrecked as if he’s the one on his knees. His mouth hangs open, filled with indescribable awe.
Even though it’s just his pointer finger, it feels thicker and heavier against your tongue. Your eyes flutter closed, and you moan, bobbing your head. Levi remains still, lightly pressing the pad of his finger against your eager tongue with every suck. “More,” you hungrily moan around the digit, “give me one more.”
“J-just let me know if it’s too much,” Levi stutters, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His middle finger joins the first, and you eagerly suck at the digits, relishing the salty taste of his skin with a hint of underlying sweetness. Beneath it all, there’s a deep, masculine essence that coats the back of your tongue, making you want to take him deeper.
With caution, he starts thrusting the digits into your throat. You moan, swallowing around them. One particularly deep thrust makes you gag, and Levi immediately withdraws.
You whimper at the loss, your hand quickly guiding his fingers back to your lips. “But,” he breathes unevenly, his gaze scorching and his cheeks flushed.
“I want to choke, remember?” you remind him, kissing his soaked fingertips. The bulge along his thigh is now visibly solid, jerking beneath the fabric of his pants. You cup it, and now it’s his turn for his breath to hitch. “And then maybe I’ll choke on this next.”
#levi x reader#levi x reader smut#levi / reader#levi/reader#levi ackerman smut#tw; choking#tay's.drabbles
178 notes
·
View notes
Text
Levi has such slender and dainty fingers, the two of you end up swapping rings occasionally. It started as a joke, but now it's a tradition, whenever you have to spend more than a day apart. Sometimes even if it's only a short, several hour long trip.
It's just simple jewelry, nothing significant like wedding bands, not yet at least.
They might not end up on the same digit, but they fit. More slender bands wrapping around a pinkie, the bigger ones kept in place on the wider expanse of a thumb. He prefers simple rings, plain gold or silver metal or sometimes even black or dark green ceramic ones, thick and uncomplicated. They're definitely heavier on your fingers, warmed by the heat of his skin for just a few moments after the trade.
He gripes about it, especially after you lost one of his rings, but Levi deeply enjoys the trade. The heat of you sinking into his skin. Your rings may fit him literally, but they generally aren't really his style. They're thinner, bumpy and uneven. They stand out. Some have patterns, some have stones, some are atrociously bright colors. Still, he enjoys thumbing all of the little dips and groves, thinking of you despite the distance.
#Levi ackerman#levi x reader#Tay's.drabbles#levi/reader#just a random thought#i think he'd like the ceramic ring i got last week
225 notes
·
View notes
Text
Levi is soaked with sweat after a particularly hard workout on a hot and humid day. The white tank top he's wearing is practically soaked, nearly see-through, pale skin barely visible through the thin fabric. His muscles ripple, chest heaving as he comes down from the exertion.
"Disgusting," he spits, muttering to himself as sweat beads down his from his hairline, trailing into his eyes. You watch, drinking in the sight of him. The already tight tank top clings to his frame, draping across the hard lines of his muscled torso. His biceps twitch, flexing as he lifts an arm to run finger through his dark and sweaty hair.
You'd ducked around the corner the moment you'd seen him. You aren't really sure why, you'd planned to meet him here. You're early. And he just looks so.. so... God. You can't help but watch, peaking your head around the corner. Your breath hitches high in your throat, thighs filling with heat.
Pinching the bottom edge of his shirt between two fingers, he lifts it up-up-up, wiping his face on the soaked cotton. His bare stomach draws your gaze helplessly. You gasp, completely unaware of the noise. He's all hard lines of rippling muscle, wet and shiny with sweat. His pants are riding low, the rounded curves of his hip bones peaking above the fabric. A dark trail of hair dusts around his belly button, thickening as it trails down down down...
"Tch.." Levi grimaces with a loud disgruntled noise. He grunts, glaring at the sweaty mass of cloth. Snorting again, he smirks, silvery gaze sliding from the fabric to you, "Think I didn't hear you over there? You just going to watch, or do you want to help me clean up?"
#this is random lol#i was just imagining him listing his shirt to wipe his face#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi thirsts#Tay's.drabbles
280 notes
·
View notes
Text
Imagine hand making Levi a ceramic tea cup.
You don't have a lot of experience working with clay, so it doesn't exactly end up pretty. The top isn't exactly round, the lip wobbly and uneven. The handle is way too thick -not that he'll ever use it- and and the forest green glaze is sloppy and messy. Still, you did your best.
You wish you could take a picture of Levi's face, the moment you present it to him. His brows twist up tight, mouth dropping open as the ceramic is shoved into his hands. He looks shocked, awed, a soft and fond look gleaming in his eyes. "What did you do, sneeze the glaze onto it?" Still, despite his words, his tone is soft, thumb dragging fondly across the uneven surface.
Appearances don't matter to Levi, it's the fact that you made it, and made it for him, that matters.
#Levi x reader#levi/reader#levi drabbles#tay's.drabbles#levi fluff#this was just a random thought during lunch lol
192 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Hey," his soft tone brings you to awareness, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening further. A light rattle of the metal handle, the soft drag of hardwood against carpet. "You're still in bed?"
His feet pad across the carpet to your side. You grumble, peeling your eyes opened to squint at the dark haired man. "Bad brain day," you grunt, quickly closing your eyes again and pressing your face back into the pillow.
You must be a mess, hair all twisted and knotted from tossing and turning. Laying on your stomach, the bedsheets are all twisted and tight around your legs. The bed tilts sharply as Levi sits by your side, hip close to your shoulder. Placing an arm by your side, he hovers worriedly over you. "Another headache.." he murmurs softly. You turn to face him, peeling your eyes open to meet his softened gaze.
"The light hurts," you groan. Even the darkness of the bedroom feels like knives stabbing into your eyes. Levi frowns, brows drawing up. He presses a thumb to your temple, working the digit into the lines of your furrowed brow, up across your forehead and between your brows, slowly soothing away all the stressed wrinkles.
"Shhhh," he soothes softly. He speaks quietly, immediately considerate of your aching skull. Your eyes flutter closed at the soft touch. "A migraine then. Have you taken anything for it?"
"No," you admit with a sigh. His frown deepens even further at your admission. "Didn't want to move."
He clicks his tongue, thumb dragging slowly across your cheek. "I'll grab something. Close your eyes again, i'll be right back."
Burying your face back into your pillow, you mutter a quick thanks. He pats your hair softly before rising. His socked feet cross the carpet even quieter, careful, almost gliding away.
The next thing you know, the mattress is tilting again, Levi's outer thigh pressing to your shoulder as he sits back down. A pill bottle rattling softly in one hand, a fresh glass of water in the other, Levi urges you to sit up. "I brought Ibuprofen. Drink the whole glass too, it'll help."
Your head is pounding, but you follow his direction. Taking the proffered glass, you press it to your forehead for a brief moment, soaking in the cool relief, before knocking back a couple of tablets. "Thanks again," you press yourself to his side, keeping your eyes closed as you press your head into the skin at his neck. Even the little bit of light filtering through the closed blinds hurts.
"It's nothing," Levi presses a quick kiss to your forehead. He lives for providing acts of service to his loved ones -family and friends- you know this, but still you always been like a burden whenever your brain betrays you. Levi's arm falls across your back, fingers pressing into the small of your waist and pulling you close to his side. "Have you eaten anything today? Or drank anything?"
"Mmmmgn," you whine, knowing he's going to be unhappy with your response. "Haven't really moved."
Levi clicks his tongue, softly petting the back of your head. His fingers thread into your hair, working tight circles into your scalp. "That's not good, you know that right? You need to remember to eat."
"Look whose talking," you chime back, pressing a quick kiss to his neck. Already your head feels lighter, your thoughts unfogged. You frown, "Sorry for being a bother."
"Hey," you can feel the depth of his frown through your hair. Levi often forgets to eat when he's particularly busy, simply not noticing the sharp aches of hunger pains. "We help each other, remember?"
"Yeah," your eyes flutter, head pressing heavily against his shoulder. "We're a team."
You end up spending the next hour with your head in his lap, the bedroom lights still off and his fingers working diligently into your scalp. You fall back asleep, right there, nose pressed into his thigh. When you wake up, you feel brand new, refreshed, and Levi has a light meal prepared for you.
#Tay's.drabbles#levi x reader#levi/reader#soft and sweet#this is about the migraines i get lol#levi ackerman#levi fluff
307 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Give 'em here,"
"Hm?" Levi hums distractedly, briefly glancing up at you from his desk. A solid stack of paper rests on the dark wood, one he's been slowly working through for more than an hour. Eyes flicking back down to his current page, he grimaces, fingers tightening on the pen. Black ink continues across the page in a tight, stiff scrawl.
You approach his side, dragging your fingers across the smooth, recently polished mahogany. Unlike Erwin's gargantuan desk, his is a more conservative workspace, kept mostly clear besides whatever he's currently working on, a small candle in the far corner and the occasional steaming cup of tea. Sliding the white pages to the side, you take their place, plopping down onto the hardwood. Plucking the pen from his grasp, it quickly joins the pages by your hip. You reach out, miming a grabbing gesture like an eager child, "Your hand. Gimme."
“Are you really so needy? Already?” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. Running his fingers through his bangs, Levi glares up at you. "I still have 20 pages to finish."
"Nope," you say with a firm pop. "I've noticed you taking little breaks. Stopping to try to stretch your fingers. Give it here."
“Weren’t you supposed to be reading?” His eyes flick toward the office’s couch, your book resting closed on the middle cushion. “Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me?”
You smirk, “How could I, with you hissing in pain over here.” You wiggle your fingers again. “I think I even heard you whimper a few times. Now gimme.”
Eyes narrowing, his fingers twitch from where they're resting on his thigh. “Is this just some shitty excuse to hold my hand?”
Teasing, you knock into his knee with your own. “Like I need to ask?" This.. this whatever it is between you might be new, but it's nice. It's refreshing. Something easy while everything else seems to be difficult. "No silly! I’m going to give you a hand massage!”
His nose curls up, brows drawing tight. At his thigh, the digits in question curl into the fabric of his thigh. “A what?”
Holding your hand out, palm open in askance, you try again. “It’ll help. I promise.”
“Fine.” Finally his hand falls into yours. It's stiff, the digits held firm and tense like those of a wary animal.
Patting the back of his hand, you cheer exaggeratedly. “There you go! That’s a good boy!”
He clicks his tongue, “Don’t praise me like i’m some fucking cat.”
“Then don’t act like one.” Twisting the back of his hand to rest on your thigh, you interlace your fingers loosely with his, rubbing your thumb firmly into the meat of his palm. “Relax.”
With a sigh, he does, if only a little bit. Still, his shoulders are tight, eyes locked onto where your hand is wrapped around his, following the firm press of your thumb into the meat beneath his own.
“You have such beautiful hands,” you murmur, torn between watching your work and watching him watching you. Suddenly, you feel warm, anxious excitement prickling along your spine. You'd gone into this so confidently, you can only hope that it actually helps. “Have I told you how much I love your hands?”
His lips curl, a filthy smirk peeking up along the edges. “My fingers, yes. Loudly.” His fingers loosen, curling to press along the back of your hand.
"Ha," you snort, happy to see him a bit more relaxed. Stretching his hand out flat, you glide your fingers along the length of each of his digits, one after the other. They pop a little bit, small airy noises.
"You take such good care of your hands," you note, twisting it to press his palm to your thigh. He has callouses, that's for sure, rough little patches at the base of each finger. There's little knicks too, white lines of thin aged scars. A particularly deep one is gouged into the length of his pointer finger, right along the outer edge. Still, his skin is soft, you tell him as much.
He shrugs, swallowing heavily and watching you follow along his fingers, pressing heavily into the skin. "Just like to keep clean. You know that."
Huffing, you reply, "I'm pretty sure everyone on base knows that." Even his nails are pretty, perfectly trimmed without even a single bit of dirt beneath them. Even the cuticles have been pushed up. Dragging the tip of your finger along the perfectly smooth rounded edge of his nail, you note, "I'd love to paint your nails. It'd be like a good old fashioned sleepover."
Levi hums, eyes heavy. His hand is no longer stiff, relaxed completely into your grip. "What's that?"
You gasp, "A sleepover? You don't know what a sleep over is?"
His lips thin, somewhere between a frown and a scowl. "I didn't exactly have a normal up-bringing, remember."
"Oh," you breathe. Sometimes it's so easy to forget that his missed out on most normal childhood experiences. "Don't let Hange ever find out. They'll go on a whole rampage."
Levi rolls his eyes, "I'm sure. So what is it?"
"Hmm," you struggle, "It's sort of like a girl's night?"
He replies slowly, not quite understanding, "Girls..night?"
"Boys had them too!! And there were mixed ones! They were fun!" Hand still working against his, you trace your fingers along the boney lines on the back of his hand, watching the skin shift as you press into him. "It's like... pillow fights! And painting each others nails!"
His brows scrunch up in confusion, eyes distant as he tries to imagine the experience. "That sounds...fun."
Excited, you continue, "There were games too! Truth and Dare! Oooh and spin the bottle!"
Levi's eyes widen in horror, no doubt recognizing those as games the younger scouts play, often under the influence of heavy amounts of alcohol. "Hange would go on a rampage," he agrees solemnly.
Pressing his palm down into the meat of your thigh, you push into his first knuckle. It pops, loud and resonant, beneath the press of your thumb. Levi tenses, hissing at the uncomfortable sensation.
Heedless, you continue onto the next, earning another loud pop. And another. And another, until all five joints have been released. “It’s such a shame that your hands been bothering you.”
His shoulders dip in a long sigh, eyes fluttering closed. “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s fine.”
Flipping his hand back over, you tug at his forefinger, quickly pulling the length to pop it. “You’ve been holding your fingers weird for awhile now. How long have they been hurting?”
“It’s nothing. An ache, if anything,” he shifts uncomfortably in his chair. As you tug at another one of his fingers, he grunts. “A couple weeks.”
You switch your grasp, pinching your fingers together and pulling along the lengths of his own, no longer popping them, merely soothing the sore muscles. "Do you think it's gear aches?"
He grumbles something under his breath, low enough that you can't really catch it. "I'm not some fucking brand-new cadet."
As with most physical activities, using ODM gear hurts at first. The constant grip strength makes your hands ache, burning with red hot pain as muscles build and callouses form. New cadets complain constantly about the pains, dubbing them 'gear aches' and constantly whine to the medical staff for lotion to sooth their hands until they can adjust.
"It's not just new cadets," you note with a hum, "Sometimes scouts complain about them after training particularly hard."
"I never even had them when I started out," Levi clicks his tongue. "Izzy had them pretty bad though. Had to find some lotion for her."
"Find or steal?" The glower you get in response is answer enough. You smooth your thumb along his palm, repeating your earlier actions and working the digit hard enough into his muscle to earn a grunt. "Of course you didn't get gear aches. Is there anything you're not immediately perfect at?"
Levi purses his lips, but you cut in before he can speak, "Ah ah, no self deprecating."
He grumbles something very quiet under his breath.
"What was that?"
He responds quietly, barely audible. "I'm shit at paperwork."
"It's just something new. You'll get used to it eventually." Levi's hands are so small, his palm wide and the fingers long and thin. The skin is pale enough that you can trace the blue lines of his veins, where they twist and curve along the back of his hand and across his palm. Dainty. His hands are dainty, graceful yet somehow still masculine. "Okay.. so it's not gear aches. What is it then?"
You can barely catch it, but Levi's eyes flicker towards the stack of papers by your thigh. At just the same time, your fingers catch a rough spot on the side of his middle finger. A callous. It seems to be newer, up towards the top of the digit, near the first joint. Wait a minute..
The realizations strikes you so fast, you can't help but blurt out, "It's the paperwork!"
Levi scowls, fingers twisting into your palm. He looks shy, ducking his head down. "It's fucking useless anyways. Why do those pigs need to know every time someone on my team scrapes their knee? Or fucks up their uniform in training?"
You stiffen your shoulders, pitching your voice low in a rough imitation of Erwin. "Levi, cataloging our mistakes is an important measure to prevent them going forward. A mere scrape during training could equate to a loss of-"
"-Stop. Shut the fuck up," Levi cuts you off with a small laugh, "That's such a shitty imitation of him."
You're happy to see him smile and the sound of his laughter has your heart doing somersaults in your chest. You pat his hand softly, "You don't need to stress so much about it. Most of it just ends up decorating some tiny little storeroom in the basement of headquarters. Erwin might glance at some of the more important ones, like incident reports- but the higher ups don't really care.
The fingers of Levi's free hand disappear into the inky blackness of his bangs, frustration oozing from his features, "If they're just going to end up in some musty-ass storeroom, then why the fuck do I have to fill out 50 fucking pages every week?"
"If you're lucky some higher up might even use the pages to wipe his ass," you chirp, enjoying the resulting snort. "Us scouts are scrutinized pretty heavily, ya' know. Sometimes I think Erwin is just desperately trying to keep us funded."
Levi frowns, "And so he's, what? Overloading them with useless nonsense?"
"Maybe? I certainly wouldn't put it past him. Something you're actually bad at is relaxing. Just take breaks every once and awhile. You don't need to do it all in one sitting." At some point during the conversation you'd stopped massaging his hand, instead merely fiddling with the lengths of his fingers. "Did the massage help?"
Levi grunts, "Yeah." His finger pat your thigh. "It was nice. Thanks."
"They don't ache anymore?" His hand is still limp and heavy, warm against your thigh.
"No." His hand rises, fingers stretching cautiously. "Feels kind of fuzzy, actually."
"That's good. I'm glad." You expect him to scoot you back to the couch so he can get back to the paperwork, but he doesn't. He just sits there, not wanting you to move. "If I had some lotion it probably would've been even better."
"Maybe next time," he replies. He shuffles in his seat, scootching forward several inches so his knees knock the inside of your thighs.
"Next time?" Your surprise is doubled when his other hand falls into your lap, palm up with back pressed to the fat of your thigh.
His eyes ask the question that his mouth doesn't and your fingers immediately start kneeding into the meat of his palm.
Next time.
#i've had this in my drafts forever#menfjkvkskwod#Tay's.drabbles#levi x reader#levi/reader#i might edit this a bit later lol#levi ackerman#levi ackerman fluff#i want to give him a hand massage
366 notes
·
View notes
Text
Suddenly can't get the idea of Half-Snake Half Man Levi out of my mind. Call him either a lamia or a naga, but he's just enchanting. We need more half-snake hybrids, they're basically just land mermaids.
Naga!Levi whose mostly human from the waist up. Mostly. You could almost believe he is, if not for the pointed tips of his ears and the sharp slits of his pupils. His sharp, blackened claws. When he opens his mouth to speak, you catch the glint of his long and dangerous fangs and the sharp point of his forked tongue.
Naga!Levi who, from hips down, is pure SNAKE. A long black tail covered in glittering diamond shaped scales, more than four times the length of his torso. The length is coated with a mish-matched pattern of grey splotches, all the way down to the tip. It's thick, teeming with dangerous coiled muscle. The under belly is a soft, pretty grey. It matches his eyes.
Naga!Levi who is pure predatory muscle. His human half is packed with pure muscle, yet thin and lithe. Rows and rows of abs coating his firm belly, hardened shoulders and thick biceps. His tail is HEAVY. And he's BIG, though when he settles to sit upright on the curled up length of his tail, he's looking up at you by several inches.
Naga!Levi who is a predator, pure and simple. He eats meat. He hunts and stalks his prey, coiling the length of his tail around them over and over again, snapping bones and literally squeezing the life out of them. Tearing them apart with the sharp length of his claws, rending their flesh with his elongated fangs. He hisses. He glares, flicking his tongue out to taste the air.
Naga!Levi who, even though he doesn't realize it, is entrancing. Despite his size, the pure weight and muscle that he carries, he's nearly silent whenever he moves. Hips canting enticingly from side to side, you can't look away whenever he moves. It's almost like he's dancing, beckoning you to him in some sort of spell.
Naga!Levi who doesn't hibernate, though he's supposed to. Due to his half-snake nature he should. The rest of his den does, gorging themselves on meat before packing in for the winter. The cold makes him lethargic and slow. But he can't hibernate. His childhood didn't allow him to get used to the cycle, starvation and desperation keeping him awake. He sleeps, but on and off, not for the entirety of winter.
Because of this, Naga!Levi spends the winter seasons away from his friends and family. He doesn't want to worry them, doesn't want to bother them, so he finds a small cave relatively near by and makes it into his temporary den. At a loss for his usual agility and speed, he spends the colder months surviving like a human would. He can't be fast. He can't be stealthy, his form burrowing a huge trail in the snow in his wake. Hunting only small prey, rabbits for example, and fishing the way a human would. His metabolism is much slower anyways, he doesn't need nearly as much food when it's cold.
That's how you find him. Glittering black scales coated with white flakes of snow, his form collapsed and quickly disappearing beneath the weight of a snow storm. You've never seen anything like him before. Beautiful, both man and creature. He greets you with an aggressive hiss, eyes peeling open to wary slits at your approach. He's too heavy from the cold, to lethargic, but you help him to his cave. You save him, getting him warm.
Naga!Levi who, after meeting you, struggles even more with hibernation. He wants to stay up, to spend all your waking moments alert and by your side. But as it gets cold, his limbs become heavy and his eyes falling heavy lidded. You decide to cuddle up to him and keep him warm, and he's happy enough with that.
Naga!Levi who is so gentle with you, despite his nature. He's always cautious with his claws, so careful about only grazing you with his fangs. His tail can squeeze you tight, particularly during heated moments, but it's never too much. He hold you like you're precious. The coiled tail wrapped around you is securing, comforting, like a weighted blanket. Whenever you sleep, it's in his arms, the length of him wrapped tight around you.
Naga!Levi who worries about spring. He gets quieter, holding himself stiffer the closer and closer it gets. You end up having to ask him what's bothering him, prying the issue out of him like pulling teeth. He blushes so adorably, the tips of his pointed ears a burning pink, while he struggles to explain. It's mating season. He worries about it, how it'll go, with you being human. He's only ever dealt with the resulting urges by himself before.
Usually Naga!Levi prefers you to take control during intimate moments. He loves exploring your differences, his long tongue tickling the length of your thigh, sharpened fangs dragging breathtakingly across your skin. He prefers you to ride him, claws digging into the plush of your thighs and they shake and shudder beside his hips. He hisses in pleasure, the sound bleeding into a moan, music to your ears.
Naga!Levi who, come spring, suddenly becomes so needy. Every moment is spent touching you, fingers smoothing along your back as he glides by your side. Tongue flicking out to taste your scent, wetting the skin of your neck. All of him seems to be extra sensitive, the littlest touch along the soft underbelly of his tail sending him into lust. This holds even more true for the soft skin of his neck.
Naga!Levi who suddenly can't hold himself back. His tail locks so tight around you that it'd be terrifying if not for the soft kisses pressing to your collarbone. All he can do is fill you again and again, the hardened length of his cock exposed from his slit, leaking a constant stream of white seed. He can barely stop between knots to lick at your sore and swollen pussy, the forked tip both soothing you and pushing his thick seed back in. He wants you full, stuffed with his knot. Bred.
Naga!Levi who begs and whines, hissing out all of his love and affection wet and airy into your neck. He's normally quite vocal, tell you how soft you are, how good you take him, but the heat of spring loosens his lips further. He whines, he hisses, he whimpers. He needs more. More more more. More of you. He's mindless, accidentally nicking you with his claws, digging them too hard into the plush of your thighs. He soothes all the little scapes with a urgent swipe of his tongue.
Naga!Levi who wants to make you his mate. Forever. He wants to fill you up all the way, until the balloon at his base stretches you so much it aches, to sink his fangs into the soft skin of your neck and mark you as his and his alone.
#Naga!Levi#Levi ackerman#levi x reader#n.sfw#tw; hybrids#levi smut#levi x reader smut#levi / reader#tay's.drabbles
226 notes
·
View notes
Text
Storm
Levi x reader, sfw
You blink awake to the sound of rushing water and heavy droplets landing on the leaves high overhead, creating a rhythmic percussion against the side of your tent.
Sleep rarely comes easily during long expeditions. The anxiety of being exposed in the open, far from the protective walls, mixes with the weight of recent losses and traumas, leaving you restless. The longing for your own bed only adds to the discomfort. Thankfully, the gentle patter of the rain provided some solace, helping you drift off with ease. Even now, its sound envelops you, making you feel drowsy and languid, coaxing your eyes to close. Though brief, the reason for your awakening remains a mystery.
Sometime later, the distant rumble of thunder pulls you from slumber, forbiddingly deep with a dull roar. Shortly after, a sharp crash follows – the echoing sound of lightning fracturing the sky in the distance. “So much for sleep,” you grumble in disappointment. Normally, dozing through light storms is a peaceful experience, but this one feels potent. The wind whips and whistles loudly in the distance, a testament to its strength. Even in this far in the forest, encircled by countless towering trees, the cloth walls of your tent strain and flutter in the face of its might.
“Damn it. Erwin's probably going to be pissed. I bet we'll end up with a late start, and the mud will slow down the carts even more... The weather's as unpredictable as an Abnormal. Things were going so smoothly this time too,” you mutter, a mixture of frustration and resignation in your voice. The term "smooth" might be relative, considering Erwin's new scouting formation has led to fewer casualties than usual. It's no wonder people are pegging him as the next commander.
You pause, anticipating your tent-mate's usual snarky retort. Your brain automatically fills in the expected ‘You call that shitshow smooth?’ in his typical dry tone. However, the air is filled only with the loud rush of rain. “Levi?”
Levi's silence isn't out of the ordinary; it's actually quite typical. Since joining Erwin's squad a few months ago, he's barely exchanged words with half the team, preferring to linger on the fringes of meetings and disappearing to who knows where as soon as he can. Still, he's always been a little more open with you, for reasons known only to him. Usually, he'd at least offer a response. “Are you awake?”
Once again, no reply. It's strange, considering you're fairly certain he doesn't sleep during expeditions. He's never shy about complaining about your frequent movements, yet for some reason, he always chooses to share a room with you. Shifting within your sleeping bag, you discover the space beside you is entirely vacant. Levi's sleeping bag has already been neatly rolled up and set aside.
“What the… Levi?” you question aloud, pushing your covers down and swiftly sitting up. “Levi?”
Outside, a faint noise manages to pierce through the storm’s roar. The sound of boots shuffling on dirt, accompanied by what seems like a loud sniffle. On your knees, you edge forward and peer out of the tent’s entrance in the direction of the sound. “Levi?”
And there he is. Hunched over and leaning against the sizable tree next to which you’d pitched your tent. He’s fully clad in his attire, a dark green cloak pulled up over his head. Yet, even so, it’s clear he’s been thoroughly soaked by the rain. Amid the symphony of thunder, you think you catch the sound of another sniffle, though it’s hard to discern.
He appears particularly diminutive against the backdrop of the colossal tree trunk, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his chin nestled between them. Not wanting to get drenched, you cautiously extend your head out of the tent’s flaps. “What are you doing out here? It’s pouring!”
You think he responds – you certainly catch sight of his head bobbing up and down in the darkness – but whatever he says is drowned out by a booming lightning crash. Screw it. Deciding you've had enough, you step out into the relentless downpour. The deluge immediately penetrates every layer of clothing, drenching you to the bone. Closing the short distance to his side, you shout over the howling wind, “Come on, you’ll catch your death before death catches you.”
“M’m fine,” comes his subdued response. The words are muffled into the fabric covering his knees, and he continues to gaze out into the distant darkness, somewhere far beyond the surrounding trees. He doesn't even lift his gaze to meet yours.
He looks... sad. Almost defeated, his shoulders drooping and his head hanging heavily. A faint pink tinge colors the skin beneath his eyes. Was he.. crying? “Hey... are you okay?”
An uneven shrug is the only response you receive, as Levi remains tight-lipped. With a sigh, you crouch down to sit beside him, your back pressing against the tree's rough bark, and your shoulder brushing against his.
He's completely drenched, you observe, even huddled beneath the tree. His attire clings to his skin, dark and saturated. His hair, too, is soaked, with black strands hanging heavily in front of his eyes and droplets falling from them onto his nose. Keeping an eye on his somber, distant expression, you gently nudge his shoulder with yours. “How long have you been out here?”
Levi responds with another shrug, remaining silent. You surmise that he's been here for quite a while, likely since you initially woke up. Despite that, his shoulder is still warm against yours.
For an extended period, you both simply sit in silence, attuned to the incessant rhythm of the rain. The sky above is nearly pitch-black, an expanse of angry, rapidly moving clouds without a single star in sight. The gusting wind causes branches to snap loudly somewhere in the distance. Inhaling deeply, you lean your head against the bark, absorbing the fragrance of damp earth and pine. Beneath it all, you can discern the sound of Levi's soft, even breaths.
From the corner of your eye, you notice Levi flinch every time the storm unleashes a deep rumble or a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. It's a subtle motion, hardly more than a twitch. You might not have even picked up on it if your shoulder hadn't been touching his. Could Levi be afraid of thunderstorms?
The notion is almost unfathomable. He exudes strength and an unyielding demeanor, so it’s difficult to imagine him being afraid of anything. While you understand that everyone harbors their own fears, it’s still peculiar that he has chosen to isolate himself out here in the midst of the storm.
“At least the rain is warm,” you remark softly. This time, the shrug he offers comes with a gentle hum. It’s a small step, but progress nonetheless.
A loud rumble of thunder echoes, prompting you to instinctively start counting the seconds. “One… Two… Three…”
“Why are you counting?” Levi interjects suddenly, causing you to startle in surprise. For the first time tonight, he’s looking at you, his head tilted in your direction while his chin remains nestled against his knees.
“Oh, uh,” you stumble over your words momentarily. “I didn't even realize I was doing it. I'm estimating how far away the storm is.”
“You're doing what?” he asks, a mix of genuine curiosity and exasperation in his tone. “How does that even work?”
A crash of lightning jolts your gaze away from his, and you turn to watch the bright lines of lightning streak across the sky. Lost in your momentary distraction, you've forgotten to count the seconds so you start again. “It's something my dad and I used to do when I was little, whenever there was a big storm. I could never sleep, so we'd sit on the back porch and just chat about anything and everything for hours, waiting for the storm to pass.” You share the memory with a tender note in your voice. He leans closer as you speak, his entire side pressing against yours in a warm, solid line. It sends a heavy throb through your heart. “When I was really young, I used to be scared of the storms. So, we'd count to gauge how far away they were. It was a nice way to distract myself, and it turned into a little game. Instead of being big and scary, the storm was fun.”
Levi’s expression is unusually open and intrigued. “When you see lightning, you count the seconds until you hear thunder and divide that time by five. That’s how many miles away the storm is,” you explain.
“Sounds made up,” Levi retorts.
“Perhaps it is,” you concede, offering him a small smile. As your conversation has progressed, Levi has noticeably eased up. He’s lifted his head off his knees and his shoulders have lost some of their tension. “I can’t say for sure, but it helped me when I was little. Maybe it'll help you…” When lightning streaks across the sky again, Levi doesn’t flinch at all. “Alright then! One, Two, Three…” you count the seconds until the sound of thunder reverberates in the wake of the lightning. “Fifteen seconds! So, the storm is roughly three miles away!”
“What now?” he inquires.
“Now we measure the next one!” you reply with enthusiasm. “That way we can determine if the storm is approaching or moving away!”
As you count the seconds for the subsequent lightning, you observe Levi's lips moving in silent synchronization with your count. “I got twenty seconds, what about you?”
“Eighteen,” Levi responds quietly. “So, it's moving farther away?”
"Yup!" you confirm. Levi is watching you now, his gaze fixed on your face, and he doesn't appear nearly as sad. The way his bangs are hanging heavily in front of his eyes, inky black against pale alabaster, it makes your fingers itch to run through the strands. Giving his shoulder a gentle nudge, you offer cautiously, “Whenever there's a storm, you can find me. We can count the lightning together. If they bother you... just know that I'm here to help.”
“I'm not afraid of them – I'm not some damn kid,” Levi responds in a low tone. “It's just... Far and Izz, my friends – during that expedition, there was a thunderstorm.” His explanation is rough, his words barely strung together, but you manage to piece it together.
“Oh..” You'd never officially met his friends, they hadn't been around long enough before that expedition. You’d caught glimpses of them only a handful of times in the lunch hall, seated on either side of Levi in the farthest corner of the room. As part of Erwin’s squad, you had certainly witnessed the aftermath of that storm. The blood, the horror, the cries of pain. Levi had been the sole survivor of that squad, if your memory serves you correctly. He had transferred to Erwin’s team immediately after. “Oh- oh fuck! I didn't even think- I'm sor-”
He cuts you off with a soft huff, followed by a distinct sniffle. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”
“D-do you want some space…” you shuffle awkwardly in place, suddenly realizing how thoroughly soaked you are. Your clothes have been wet for so long that you’ve somewhat forgotten about it. “I should probably…”
“No,” his response is muffled once again, his back now nestled against his knees. Wrapping his arms around his legs, Levi curls himself into a tight ball, his shoulders rising nearly to his ears. You think you hear his voice crack, and it shatters something within you. “Stay.”
Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and gently run your fingers through his hair. The inky strands coil around your fingers, clinging to you as you attempt to brush them back from his face. Even drenched, his hair feels surprisingly soft. You half expect him to shy away from your touch, even though he remains a warm presence against your side. Instead, Levi leans into the contact, emitting a soft hum. Perhaps it’s a trick of the darkness, but you could swear you see a blush creeping over his cheeks. A delicate pink flush high along his cheekbones, a sight that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to tighten. “Okay. Okay. I’ll stay.”
Levi leans heavily into your side, releasing a deep sigh that reverberates through his entire frame. Thunder rumbles once more, but this time it sounds more distant. “Just so you know, my offer still stands. You don't need to weather the storm all alone, sitting out in the rain and staring at the clouds. Just come find me, alright?”
There's a quiver in his form, as if he's shivering even though the night air is warm. You can almost hear him swallow, the sound carrying the weight of vulnerability. “Okay.”
“Next time, maybe we can find somewhere a little drier,” you suggest, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “I'm pretty sure my fingers are getting pruney.”
He’s quietly counting to himself, you realize. It’s a subtle sound, barely audible over the rain, especially with his face buried between his knees. Nonetheless, you catch the faint whisper of his voice beneath the rain. The longer he counts, the more the muscles along his shoulders relax, a transformation that brings a genuine smile to your face.
“Speaking of which, now that the thunderstorm seems to be subsiding, how about we head back inside?” you nod toward the tent. “I think it’s about time we attempt to dry off. You might never get sick, but I do, and since we have the portable stove, how about I prepare some tea?”
Raising his head, Levi offers you a stern look, accompanied by a snort. “I’ll make it. If you’re involved, the tea will probably end up tasting like shit.” As he stands, he extends a hand to help you up. A faint flush tints his cheeks, a delicate pink hue that’s hard to miss. “Thank you, for this.”
His hand, strong and calloused, feels warm against yours as he assists you to your feet. “Anytime,” you reply with a heartfelt smile, appreciating the unspoken connection that has grown stronger between you in the midst of the storm.
#levi x reader#sfw#tay's.drabbles#this is sort of for the Leviweek prompt blush#but also i was thinking about Levi's wet hair#levi ackerman#levi/reader#attack on titan#levi#x reader
118 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
maskedliesatthebarricade
The Masked Ghost of Les Amis
sadonishi
CITIZEN ERASED
eddieben169
Untitled
lizziebonnefoy
Les fanfics de Lizzie
