Anya | 30+ | Eldian | Paradis Island | Married to Levi Ackerman. This is my blog for self-ship, f/o posting and fictosexuality. PFP by i-love-you-by-thunder.tumblr.com!
Welcome to the Ackerman Estate! Please, let me get you some tea and do make yourselves comfortable!
☕️ My name is Anya and I am pretty new to the online fictosexual community. I’ve been self-shipping for years but I’ve never been part of the online community, but I’m looking to make friends!
🌻 I’m active in the Attack on Titan fandom and I’m looking for more ficto-friends in that community! It’d be very nice to have more self-shipper friends in the community that means a lot to me! :)
🍁 My f/o is Levi Ackerman, my husband, and if you are a double PLEASE BLOCK THIS BLOG. I am NOT comfortable with sharing or with doubles. Furthermore, if you are someone who ships Levi with ANY canon characters, do not follow this blog. I do vet my followers and if you are a shipper you WILL be blocked. Levi means a lot to me and has helped me through an extremely difficult time in my life that I do not want any doubles OR shippers following this blog.
🌸 This blog may post NSFW content and I am an adult so if you are a minor, please I would discourage you from following this blog as well.
🐚 My one and only f/o is Levi Ackerman and we were married on June 10th of the year 835. I am an Eldian of Paradis Island. We have two beautiful children, our eldest son Farlan and our baby girl Isabelle.
DO NOT INTERACT IF:
❌ You do not like Attack on Titan. I don’t really care if you like it or not, just block my blog and move along.
❌ If you have Levi as a romantic F/O. I do NOT tolerate doubles and I am not comfortable sharing. If you follow my blog and post in your tags about how thirsty you are for him or some such, I will be blocking your blog, regardless if you’re fictosexual or not.
❌ If you ship any ship that involves a canon character and Levi you WILL be blocked. Proshippers in general can follow but AOT proshippers will be vetted and blocked accordingly.
❌ If you are a fan of/supporter of Zeke Jaëger or Marleyans (baring the exception of Annie, Reiner and Bertoldt). I will not be tolerating any “Eldia and Marley are as bad as one another” discussion. There will be nothing but Marley and Zeke Jaëger slander here.
Synopsis: Your lover wakes to find the bed cold. He doesn't need to look long to find you seated at the window sill watching as the world goes white.
Word Count: 641
Warnings: fluff, domesticity, no pronouns for reader
Note: this is really short and just came to me as i was falling asleep like idk where this came from anyways i wrote this with many characters in mind, particularly the ones who are a little grumpy and jaded but so full of love 🩵
The bed had gotten cold in the time you'd left your spot. Something had woken you out of your sleep, and you opened your eyes to face the window.
It took you a moment to realise the brightness did not come from the sun rising at 1 o’clock in the morning, but from the street lights illuminating the sparkling snow layered on nearly every surface. You are careful not to wake your lover as you raise yourself from the bed and pad over to the window, seating yourself on the wide windowsill to watch the cascading bits of fluff up close.
You had only meant to be away from bed for a moment, but you were thoroughly captivated and were stuck in place. It took just a few minutes for the man you’d left behind to unconsciously search for your warmth, scooching his body closer to your side and reaching out his arm.
When he realises there is none to find, he begrudgingly opens an eye in search of you, and finds your form sitting entirely too far away from him. He quietly grunts your name which coaxes a hum from you without turning your head away.
"Come back to me," He mumbles, his eye drifting closed again as he awaits what he hopes will be your swift return to his side.
"In a minute," You respond, and there is no way he can sleep now.
He sighs, lifting himself from the mattress and trudging over to the ledge where you sit pressed against the window, pulling close a chair to sit by you. Now you turn your attention to him and smile.
His hair is tousled in a way that only you are allowed to see, and though he would never admit it, his mouth has formed a pout. You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and your smile grows as he snuggles his face into your palm, his stubble mildly abrasive on your skin.
"It's snowing," You quietly point out, and he nods. Only you thought in his exhaustion he wouldn't have noticed.
"Hurts my eyes," He mumbles, and you can feel his lips move against your hand, supple and warm. The brightness of the snow would surely sting eyes just woken from sleep.
You lean down and kiss his eyelids to soothe the ache, and he huffs a sigh from deep in his chest. When you straighten up again, you see the corners of his mouth have lifted a bit into a small grin.
"It looks lovely though," You reason, turning your eyes back towards the window.
He watches the side of your face, the shirt you slept in slipping to expose more of your shoulder. He sees the content look of your glowing face and your eyes sparkling with wonder.
"Yes. Very lovely."
Eventually he does move his gaze from you to the rest of the world, watching the first glimpse of winter. What he sees are roads made more difficult, a driveway that will need shovelling, and skin chapped with cold, and he doesn't doubt you are aware of those things as well.
What he loves about you is the space you make for beauty, letting your appreciation for it cushion you from whatever hurts may come. He has begun to learn to do so through you, his greatest beauty.
He will carry your sweet concerned voice in his mind as he drives with care and let you fret over his large frozen hands when he comes inside, frantically rubbing them between your own in an attempt to warm them before you go to fix him a hot drink. He also loves to see how your eyelashes catch the frost, and the endearing traditions you indulge in for the season.
"My love," You whisper. He had fallen asleep with his head on your thigh. You pat his hair down as you watch him struggle to fight sleep.
"Let's go to bed."
You rise from the window sill and he lets you take his hand to return to each other's arms in bed. There will be time enough to experience the pains and joys of winter in the morning.
FEATURING: levi ackerman, reiner braun, jean kirschtein, erwin smith, eren yeager
WARNINGS: fluff because it’s needed, gn!reader
LEVI ACKERMAN
waking up beside you is levi ackerman’s favorite part of the day, especially if he’s gotten more hours of sleep than he usually does. it is mostly thanks to the amount of hours you’ve spent talking to him at night about anything and everything that causes his sleep schedule to better, so when he the day after gets to see your face, he can’t help but light up in a smile.
others might see him as this stone cold man with no feelings, but his heart is beating loud and clear in his chest, pumping blood for him to function. the many comrades he’s lost is the reason to his difficulties sleeping, the pictures of their dead bodies in his mind are constantly on replay and some nights, a few tears might fall from his eyes.
but now he gets to look at you after sleeping for more than seven hours, a record he’s broken after years of insomnia. his fingers trace over your cheeks while the corners of your lips curl up into a light smile.
your eyes are now halfway open while looking at him. his face is only a few millimeters away from yours, but his dark eyes immediately hinder you from hitting the man who is staring at you and probably has for a good while now. “good morning, levi,” you whisper as his lips inches closer to yours, but as he goes in for it, they’re instead met by nothing as you’ve started moving around to rest your head on his chest.
levi looks down at you with a raised brow, how come you suddenly didn’t want to kiss him? but instead of thinking about it any further, he once again leans in to kiss your lips, and this time you respond. it brings relief to his heart when your lips dance with his for a couple of seconds before he pulls away. “i hope you didn’t mean to dodge my kiss the first time,” he mutters, receiving a pair of wide eyes from you. “guess you didn’t even notice,” he chuckles.
REINER BRAUN
the night is cold as you and reiner are cuddled up in bed. his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist while your face is buried in the crook of his neck, but that is still not enough to bring the two of you warmth. the heater has been broken since weeks back, so reiner has been your personal heater for a good while now.
“should i grab more blankets? i think we have a few more in the living room,” he mumbles while one of his hands stroke your hair. his breath is hot against your cheek as you shake your head, moving away from his neck to look at him. “no, we’ll just get more cold if you leave, please stay,” you whisper, pulling him as close as you possibly can, almost to the point as to where you are melting into one another.
reiner chuckles lightly and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, but you lean back, away from him. “my lips are chapped,” you speak and even if reiner’s heart almost stopped beating in his chest at the sight of you rejecting his kiss, he now only shakes his head, letting out a quiet laugh.
“you know i’ve never cared about your lips being chapped, baby. mine are too when it’s this cold, but if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay,” he smiles gently. he’s too nice for his own good, but that is also what caused you to fall in love with him in the first place, so you reflect his smile and give his lips a quick kiss. “of course i want to kiss you, just don’t want to give you a bad experience.”
he rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb and leans his forehead against yours. “you could never give me a bad experience. come on, move a little closer, i’m getting cold again.”
JEAN KIRSCHTEIN
after a long day away at work, all jean wants to do is putting his arms around your waist while holding you close to his chest. so when he sees you sleeping on the couch, the corners of his lips turn into a slight smile, seeing you all curled up in a blanket on the couch.
a pout does however spread over his lips when he thinks about it a little more clearly. you have most likely been up, waiting for his arrival until you were so exhausted that your eyes couldn’t stay open any longer. “have told you so many times not to wait for me, baby,” he mumbles as his feet lead him into the living room and towards the couch.
he doesn’t bother carrying you to bed, the couch is big enough for the two of you. so jean lies down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle so he can do just what he’s been looking forward to all day, hugging you. fortunately for him, you don’t awake, only snoring slightly louder as you’re in his embrace.
“i’ve missed you so much today, took the day off so we can hang out all day tomorrow,” jean whispers as he rubs your hip. “we can go back to the bed tomorrow to cuddle some more there, but let’s just stay here for now. i just wanna hold you close for a while.”
he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, but you turn slightly in your sleep as if you were avoiding his lips, but jean just lets out a chuckle, knowing you’re asleep and not aware of your surroundings. “i’ll kiss you tomorrow instead, look forward to it.”
ERWIN SMITH
erwin has a habit of always drinking a glass of whiskey while focusing on paper work. he does however never lock his door, even if he’s aware of the fact that you might come inside just to try and get him to spend some lost time with you.
as you now enter his small office, he finally looks up from his desk and flashes you a sweet smile. his cheeks have turned slightly pink from the few glasses of whiskey he’s been drinking, but it is still not enough to make him tipsy. “hello, my love. are you doing okay?” he allows you to sit down on the chair besides his that he’s put there just in case you want to check on what he’s doing.
you lean your head on his shoulder and sigh. “i had a tiring day at work, but i’m happy to be home,” you mutter as one of his arms wrap around your waist and just as he’s about to lean down to place a kiss to your lips, you’re quick to turn the other way. “you smell like whiskey,” erwin chuckles at that and ruffles your hair. “i don’t believe it’s that bad.”
he presses a kiss to your cheek instead before resting his head on yours, finally taking a break from paper work. “i’ll go brush my teeth so we can kiss for a little while, does that sound good?” you nod and kiss his cheek, giving him a soft smile as the two of you walk to the bathroom together for him to freshen up his breath.
EREN YEAGER
the two of you are in the bath together after a long day at work. both of your bodies are sore and heads exploded, so a warm bath was just what you both needed in the evening. his chest is warm against your back while your head is resting on his shoulder. eren also has an arm around your middle to pull you closer and make sure you won’t slip underneath the water due to your exhaustion.
“maybe we should go sleep after this,” eren mumbles as his lips brush against your temple. your eyes are already closed as you’re loosely holding onto his arm. “mhm,” is all you succeed to get out, sleep wanting to take over as soon as possible no matter how much you try to fight it.
he rubs your waist gently and is about to give your lips a kiss, but just as he does that, you move your head slightly so his lips instead meet your cheek. “hm?” he looks down at you with a raised brow, but that is until he notices your heavy breathing and how you grow limp in his hold.
“oh, you’re asleep,” eren nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and sighs. “how am i gonna get you out of the bath now?” he mutters as his grip on you tightens. but eren does however decide to stay in the bath for a little while longer before he’ll have to wake you up. perhaps he’ll receive a kiss or two while carrying you back to bed.
IDK what this is, I just needed to write about him. Maybe it'll be the start of something if people like it?? Feels like it might be heading to a slightly more dommy Levi than I usually write?
Levi x f!housekeeper reader. Suggestive.
Hard.
That’s the word which comes to you as Captain Levi Ackerman fixes you in place with a cool, unwavering stare. A hard man, who has pushed through yet another hard day, doing the hardest job Paradis has to offer. His eyes are the exact shade of gray as the steel of his blades and twice as sharp. And right now, they’re aimed toward you.
“Will there be anything else, Captain?”
Since when was there so little air in the room? You’re a dutiful housekeeper, faithful to a fault–and entirely unnecessary when it comes to maintaining the orderliness of the Captain’s rooms. You pride yourself on your professionalism, and that was easy with every other client but in his presence you’re little more than a blushing mess.
Levi sets his teacup on the table, tracing the curve of the cup’s rim with a single, slender finger. It takes everything you have to fight to keep your breathing in check. The sudden urge to swallow, to gulp, to close the distance between you. He’s bloodied, bruised from the battlefield; the tousled curtain of his ink-black hair scented with the astringency of gas fumes.
His lips part, and close around a monosyllabic chuckle, which you might have missed if you weren’t so entirely transfixed by his every move. Your heart answers with a frantic beat, pumping blood to the surface of your skin.
But you strongly suspect that every yearning heartbeat is in vain. The Captain could have his pick of anyone, but he doesn’t. He certainly doesn’t have time, and maybe he doesn’t have the inclination at all.
“How did you sleep last night?” he asks eventually.
The question throws you off guard for a moment, before you finally draw breath and answer. “I slept well…Why?”
Is he implying you didn’t? Did you screw up his tea? Are you about to find out exactly why this man strikes terror into cadets, scouts, and titans alike?
“Good,” he whispers in a voice a little deeper than his slender figure would have you believe he possessed, and far wearier than anyone should ever have to feel . “I suppose that makes it all worthwhile, doesn’t it?”
“Captain?”
“That’s why we fight, why we go out there and risk our lives, sacrifice our own—” He winces and glances away from you, toward the empty chairs on the other side of the table. “So those of you behind the walls can sleep soundly, safe in your beds.”
Of course. Of course he’s hurting. People are dying every day, more and more of the Survey Corp’s missions are failing than succeeding– not because of a lack in the Captain’s competence or ability–god only knows he has that in spades, but because the odds are stacked so monumentally against him and his soldiers.
You take a step toward him and his widened gaze snaps back to you, as if he’s just as surprised as you are by your sudden movement.
“Thank you,” you say. “I know I can’t even imagine what you endure out there, but I know it’s a lot. I see it–” You don’t say ‘in your eyes,’ but the words echo at the back of your mind.
He lifts his teacup by the rim and takes a slow sip. “Well…Thank you… for tea.”
And you laugh, because how does it compare? How can the same words apply to tea and ultimate sacrifice?
The Captain doesn’t smile–the captain never smiles, but he does sit back in his seat and rest his hand on his abdomen, and inch by inch, the sinews of his forearms and neck smooth and relax.
With a shake of your head you sigh at your own silliness. “Please tell me if I can get you anything else,” you say.
That unwavering stare falls on you again before he sighs. “How about company?”
The scrawp of wood on stone fills the room as he pushes out the chair opposite by the toe of his boot.
Is this real? Is Captain Levi inviting you to his table? You wipe your hands on the apron at your hips and sit dutifully opposite him.
The chair creaks beneath you as you shift your weight, suddenly unable to find a comfortable position for your hands, arms, or feet, and completely unable to settle on a suitable facial expression.
“Relax,” he says. “I know the scouts probably told you I’m a hard-ass.”
“No, not at all,” you lie.
He narrows his eyes and lifts his cup, muttering “liar” before he takes another sip.
The heat on your cheeks spreads, and the urge to look away claws at you. If only he wasn’t so goddam mesmerizing.
“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” you ask.
“No.”
“Okay.”
He’s completely still, unblinking, unwavering. It’s a stillness that is somehow unsettling and endearing. If anyone deserves to sit still for a moment, it’s him.
“I want to talk about you.” He says at last. “Tell me what you did today.”
Running a fingernail across the wood’s grain at the table’s edge, you fight the urge to remain silent. Compared to his mission, your chores and tasks are insignificant, mundane, asinine.
“What time did you wake up?” he prompts.
“Before dawn.”
“I thought so. I thought I heard you tiptoeing around.”
“Oh no…” the blood drains from your face and filters into a cold pool in your heart. “Did I wake you?”
He shakes his head. “I couldn’t sleep. I don’t, not often.”
“Oh–”
“Go on… after you woke up, what did you do?”
“I made dough for your bread, and then left it to rise while I washed your clothes from yesterday. Then I hung them out to dry as the sun was rising. That’s when you came downstairs.”
He nods. “I remember you carrying the basket on your hip.”
If you were blushing before, now you’re glowing. That Captain Levi noticed your hip…
“I’m sorry I rode out before the dough was proved.”
His apology snaps you from your reverie. “Don’t be. I sent the bread to the scouts’ barracks. It didn’t go to waste.”
He nods again, “What happened between those times. I left at sunrise and returned here half an hour ago. What did you do?”
You can’t tell the truth, because to do so would be to admit that you thought of him, that you worried for him and imagined every grim possibility of what state he could come home in. That he’s only bruised and cut across his cheek is a miracle. And, of course, you fantasized. You imagined a reality entirely removed from this one, where those perpetually down-turned lips were on yours. “I wandered around trying to find things you hadn’t already cleaned yourself.”
“Did you find anything?” He asks you with such earnestness you’re sure he’s about to break into laughter, but then again, the Captain doesn’t laugh.
“To be honest, Captain, I’m not entirely sure why you keep me employed here. There isn’t so much as a speck of dirt.”
“Do you want to leave?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Well…” He takes another long sip, setting his cup down on the table once more. “That’s why I keep you.”
“But you should really give me something to do. Make me earn my keep. Leave a mess for me to clean, muddy the floor with your boots, walk your horse through the kitchen or something.” You’re getting bold, and from the way his lips part as he draws breath, he knows it too. And then the impossible happens.
He smiles.
“I already don’t like that you clean my clothes…”
“I have to do something to make me feel a little less useless. Besides, someone has to get the blood out of them.”
It’s meant to be lighthearted, but it hits him hard. His eyes close for a moment as a muscle in his jaw leaps. It was a foolish thing to joke about, because the blood isn’t just his enemies’, but also his friends’.
“I’m sorry–”
Captain Levi stands, walking away from the table. His slender hands are curled into white-peaked fists. “Don’t apologize.”
“It was insensitive–”
“I fight my ass off so that you’re still around to make insensitive comments. Don’t apologize.” Sweeping a hand back through his hair he lets it rest on the back of his neck. “If you must know, I keep you around because… because coming home to you after all I face out there is part of what keeps me fighting.”
“What do you–?”
“Knowing you’ll be here–”
“Me?”
“Yes you. Dammit, you’re the only thing making this shithole feel like a home.”
“Captain?”
He turns to glance over his shoulder. “Maybe… maybe there is something you can do for me.”
You stand as well, ready and willing to do what you can. “Sir?”
“I need you to understand that you can say no. And if you want to leave after I ask you, you’ll be leaving with full pay for as long as you’ll accept it.”
Your throat is dry, your palms sweating. Heat thrums through your body as he turns fully; lithe and lean, beautiful and oh so deadly.
He opens his mouth to speak, closes it, shuts his eyes and pushes out a sigh. “Goddammit, I need to feel something that isn’t… death.”
Surely you aren’t understanding him correctly. “What do you need? Whatever it is, I’m here.”
His Adam's apple leaps as he raises his hand to rub his chest. “I want you to spend the night with me, in my room.”
If the colossal titan himself had rode into the room on the back of a winged horse you wouldn’t look as surprised. “Me?”
“You. I trust you. And… I want… softness.” he settles on the word and sighs. “Yeah, that’s it. I want softness and warmth. Maybe it’s stupid… say no if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” the words tumble from you, far too eager. “God, I want to, I just… me?”
“You.” He takes a step toward you, his feet softly padding on the floorboards. “That a problem?”
“No, sir.”
“Levi,” he corrects you. “You’re off the clock. You can say no. I’m not your boss right now.”
“Levi.”
It should feel strange to say, after all you’ve never called him by his name before now, but you’ve had plenty of practice. You’ve whispered it in the night. You’ve gasped it into your pillow.
His gaze burns into you as he closes the space between you, brushing the peaks of your knuckles with battle-hardened fingertips. Your body is burning, your lungs flooded with the scent of him; fuel and leather and a day’s hard fight. The warmth from his body pulls you in, the gentle flutter of his breath against your lips wrings your heart.
“Say my name again, just like that.”
“Levi.” Your breath catches in your throat.
And though his eyes remain cool and stony, you could swear his lips almost curve. "That's my girl."
And when you give him his firstborn, he looks at the small baby in his hands. His eyes beaming with wonder and it's like a switch has been flipped inside of him.
"I want at least one more." You look at him, you just gave birth to your first one an hour ago. "I just gave birth to that one and you already want more?" You can't help but chuckle. "Yes. I do." The small bean in his hands makes a noise and Levi stops for a moment before speaking. "I have changed my mind. I want three more."
Men that understand your need to be praised and degraded!!💕💕🤤 the ones that get it AND do it oh so well.
You guys are on the couch and things are getting hot and heavy. The movie in the background had been completely forgotten about. He leans down and goes straight for the sweet spot on your neck that has you panting and rubbing your legs together. Lifting his lips just enough to whisper in your ear “ you’re so cute when get needy for me like this. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking the sense out of you”.
Next thing you know, he’s got you naked with your nipple in his mouth. You’re moaning out loud at this point and rubbing your bare pussy against his sweats. “You’re such a nasty little slut. Making a mess on my pants. Does it feel good when I suck on these tight little nipples sweet girl?”
Ends up sliding his big hands between the two and you rubbing at your clit. “Sensitive thing, starts creaming as soon as your pussy gets any type of attention.” Slides 2 thick fingers into you without any warning causing you to gasp. “This sloppy pussy can take it. Now ride my fingers til you come like a good girl”.
And of course you do, who the hell are you if not his good little girl. Makes you clean them off when you’re done.
You turn your focus on him. Rubbing him through his pants before freeing it from the confines of his sweats. You eventually end up on your knees with his cock down your throat. He’s using your face like a it’s a fucking toy. Pulling it out of your mouth just to slap it against your face. “Look at you, you’re a goddamn mess. Love it when you let me use you like this.”
“Face down ass up for me” fucks you doggy style until you forget how to form words other than his name and please. “Ha have I fucked the speech out of you baby? Hm? Have a fucked you dumb on my cock again”
You’re at your wits end and you’re sure you can’t take anymore. You feel like you’re about to collapse when he pulls you by your hair with your back against his chest. He reaches around playing with your already overstimulated clit and says “ one more…. A nasty little cock slut like you can give me one more can’t you? Please baby…”
That’s all it takes before you’re not only cumming but squirting all over his dick and he’s cumming inside you while moaning your name into your ear.
Lets you calm down after, placing soft kisses wherever his lips can reach. Tells you how good you did, how much he loves you before getting a towel to clean you both up.
Nanami, Bakugo, Levi, aizawa, daichi, toji, Erwin, Tsukishima, Sero, tengen…. Any of your faves
BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ;; synopsis. 'how is levi ackerman like when in a relationship with you!'
character(s). levi ackerman ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. sfw, reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), canon au, romantic relationships, established relationship, touch starved old man, fluff!
📋﹒﹒﹒I love this grumpy man <33 (my user used to be riddleluvr)
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who finches at any physical contact. He isn't used to gentle physical touch since his time in the underground and on the over world with all the titans. But let is this fool you, he finds your comforting touch a nice change of pace in this tough world. He carves to just let all his worries go and lay peacefully in your loving arms. The world is hard and cold, hugs are soft and warm.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who's only soft with you. He allows you to get away with way more than the other cadets. Oh you missed a spot? He'll complain about it for a while as he wipe the spot down. You missed up during training? He would gentle guide you to the right position and comment on how you should move your body. He'll also put the ODM in you while making sure the straps are on properly.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who's such a gentleman. Levi would open the door for you and pull out a seat and push it back in after you sit down. He would much definitely kneel down and kiss your knuckles.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who's extremely overprotective. He has lost to much to let something happen to you. On missions he always keeping a eye on you, even better if you're on his squad. He kills any titan before they can even get to you. If a titan gets a little too close for his liking he's panicking on the inside. He knows that you're perfectly capable of protecting yourself but sometimes he just worries a little too much than he should. What you mean that your job is to help slain titans? Nuh uh, not as long he's still alive and breathing.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who put anyone in their place if they dare to mess with you. Oh that cadet is bothering you? A little kick (and a broken ankle) during training should teach them.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who only have eyes for you. It's really hard to get in his heart through all the barricades set up, so when he loves, he loves. He won't ever think about cheating on you. If you ever died (like he'll let that happen), he wouldn't even get together with anyone else. In his mind when you died he can't date anymore than he'll feel like he's forgetting you. When a girl tries to flirt with him, he disregard her. He clearly have a special someone already.
BOYFRIEND! LEVI who's planning to marry you after the war. <3
I don't often talk about how in season 4, Levi would eat pussy because he needs it and those are times when he does it the best. Usually, he does it for your pleasure but he can get selfish when he wants to. His hands spread your legs, his mouth sucking on your clit. There isn't a spot he misses, there isn't a spot his mouth hasn't tasted and yet, he doesn't stop until he has you screaming. You look some to see his eyes focused on your expression, his mouth buried in your cunt, enjoying your taste and scent. "Such a good pussy you have, you know that?" His voice is hoarse, and deep, it sends some vibrations through your pussy, making your body squirm. He pulls away from your clit, a string of your wetness attached to his mouth. Levi moves his hands to your hips, holding you down before he spits on your pussy, making it twitch slightly. "Fuck, I have to make cum again." He dives back in, his tongue running up and down your slit. Your body arches off the bed, hips bucking against his face. It only makes Levi more hungry for you, seeing how tightly you're gripping the sheets, how loud you are moaning his name, his mouth laps at your wetness. Your eyes roll back, orgasm building up again, a warm sensation running all over your body. Levi grabs onto your hips more tightly, the only noise is your moans and the lewd sounds of his mouth eating you out. And when you cum, again, he doesn't stop until he has tested all of you. "Fuck yes. Again. Turn around for me, let me eat it from the back." It's like a predator chasing his prey and despite the fact he doesn't get his release, he relishes in making you cum all over again.
The creak of the bedroom door is heard through the low tone of lofi music in the background, the warm glow of your study lamp casts over your pile of books all disarranged across your desk. You don’t even have to swivel in your chair to know who it is, you knew right when he left a soft knock before coming in. You know how much he values respecting your privacy.
The marble pen in your hand continues to scribble away notes from your lectures this morning, copying them up in a neat manner.
“Do you ever take a break?”
You hear him take a few steps forward, already knowing the disapproving look on his face. You’ve been cooped up in your room for a couple of hours, working away at your endless list of assignments.
You hum softly, half-listening to him. “I took a twenty minute break earlier.”
“I mean a proper break.” Levi now stands directly behind your desk chair, his eyes bore into your back. “Like actually leaving your room?”
You ignore him absentmindedly and it isn’t untilLevi places his hand on top of the page that you’re currently writing on that you pay attention
“Have you even eaten yet?”
Just from your hesitation he knows the answer and this time you can’t confound him out of it.
“No.” you mumble.
Levi cups his ear in pure sarcasm, “What was that?”
“No.” you say a little louder, your shoulders slumped.
His hand is now outstretched. You stare at it dumbfoundedly, “What?”
“C’mon.”
“Where?” you ask, “Because I should really be–”
“Take out.”
You pause in the middle of your sentence. Of course he would know the right words to make you shut up. It is Friday night…and you did work extra hard today…
Letting out a sigh, you grab his hand in total surrender. “Just this once.”
“Sure, whatever.” Levi says, grabbing your coat off the hook for you, knowing all too well that this isn’t the first nor will it be the last.
Slipping on your shoes, he grabs the car keys ready to lead you out.
Before you slip through the front door you pause suddenly. Levi’s expression turns to concern, “Did you forget something?”
“No.” You begin, looking down at your feet, “I just wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?”
“For this,” you say, looking up at him. “For distracting me, I needed it.”
“It’s not a problem.” He shrugs absentmindedly although the way that his cheeks burn makes you think that he begs to differ.
“I’m glad.” You say, and before heading out the door, you lean towards him, offering a quick peck on his cheek. “Thank you, levi.”
His entire state shuts down, you leave him holding the front door, entirely frozen by your action. His whole body flares up, as if you’ve set him on fire.
You kissed him.
Sort of.
He stands silently, letting the seconds pass by him, wishing that he could turn back the clock just to figure out what just happened.
A part of him yearns for you, wishing that he held you back for a second before you slipped away so that he could…
So that you could kiss him. Properly. Just so that his lips are able to meet yours. His heartbeat races just at the thought.
Finally moving from his spot, he figures that he shouldn’t have to worry. After all, he has the entire journey to make it up to you.
A quiet life with your husband Levi in a cottage away from all the war. Your favorite part is the fresh mornings as you set breakfast on the table, you watch as Levi chops wood shirtless, sweat dripping down his abs. Your eyes can't help but wonder at him, it was all so attractive, his body, the way he so effortlessly cut wood like it was nothing. He notices your gazes and looks your way. "Everything okay?" He asks, his voice slightly breathless, he puts his axe in the wood and walks over to you.
"Just fine...enjoying the view." You smile, looking him up and down. He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. "Is that so? Well then.." Levi kisses the side of your neck before whispering in your ear. "....how would you like it?" A shiver runs down your spine, you know all too well what he is referring to. "Rough." You say and in a blink of an eye, Levi lifts you up, wraps your legs around his hips and sets you on the table. "That's my girl." He lifts your skirt up, his lips nibbling on your neck, his hands sliding your underwear down. Your husband fucks you like you told him to, rough and hard, your pleasure is his priority.
Levi always thought his looks were okay. He didn't think he was super attractive, but he knew he had some looks because of the attention he got sometimes.
You made him feel incredibly attractive though. The way you complement him, gaze at him, touch him and kiss him just made him feel like he was the most handsome man in your world. You gave him confidence. Levi wanted you to love him, only him, forever.
He loves it when you touch and play with him. When you play with his hair it soothes him and makes him sleepy. Just you massaging your fingers in or just playing with his hair makes him happy.
When you play with his hands, it flusters him. He never knew that men's hands were seen as incredibly attractive until you started complimenting, touching, tracing and kissing his.
He'd watch you trace the veins on his hands. He'd watch you massage the palm of his hands. He'd watch you trace little hearts on his hands. He'd watch you kiss his hands sweetly.
You get him super flustered when you suck and lick his fingers. When you do that, he just becomes an animal and pounces on you. So, he warns you now when you lift his hand to your mouth because as soon as you lick or suck his fingers, you better accept the consequences of your actions.
levi letting reader ride him and overstimulating her on top of him...
Nsfw 18+, mdni, fem!reader, mean Levi
Levi didn't like to lose control, even when you were on top of him like this, fucking yourself on his cock, he still had his hands on yours wiast, controlling the pace. His eyes watch as your breasts bounce up and down as you move. "Fuck Levi! Please.." Your arms rest on his upper arms, you feel every flex of his muscles each time your pussy squeezes around him.
His hand reaches behind you and he slaps your ass hard. "Please what? I already let you cum three fucking times." Your eyes roll back as he tightens his grip and starts to move you harsher, his cock hitting deep inside of you. "Please Levi, I can't again." You sound do desperate, so pathetic.
"You can't? You can, you fucking brat." He grabs your hair pulling your head back so he can mark the skin of your neck, each of his bites is guaranteed to leave a love bite behind, his hands are on your lower back, controlling the rough thruths of his hips.
You feel like your legs are gonna give out, Levi isn't stopping and you'd only male it worse if you say that you can't take because he knows as well as you, that you can. His lips travel up to your ear, he stops his hips for a second, cockwarming you. "You sound so stupid moaning like that. Lucky for you, that's exactly how I like you, all stupid and fucked out for me."
He rubs your back gently before taking your thighs and lighting you off his cock only to slam you back down, making a loud moan leave your swollen lips. This is about him showing you that he is in control and that he always will be when it comes to sex.
"You're so deep!" Despite the rough fucking, he still plants soft kisses on the marks he left, letting you know that if it gets too much, he will stop but now, all he wants to do is fuck you silly. "Yeah? And you love it don't you? You love it when I fuck you hard like this?"
His nails dig into your thighs, you feel his cock hit your cervix, adding a little bit of pain to the pleasure and you love all of it. He takes your jaw and pulls you down for a kiss, he can feel that you're about to cum again and he is close himself too.
He groans against your lips as your walls keep squeezing around his cock. Without a warning, you cum all over his length, you bite into his lower lip when he pulls away from the kiss. Levi however still fucks you roughly, chasing his own orgasm.
"That's my good girl. Fuck, this pussy of your will drive me mad." Levi slaps your thighs as few times, making you hiss as your legs shake and then you feel him empty inside of you, his warm seed filling you up.
All of your energy is drained you feel like you just fought 50 titans at ones. Levi takes your sides and lifts you off his cock. "Let me see.." You know what he is talking about, you push some cum out of you, it drips out and his eyes never leave the sight. "Fuck, I might just knock you up, princess."
* ˚ ✦ ═ synopsis: in which, levi ackerman gives you a task to cuddle him—for thirty minutes.
“Captain?”
Three knocks sung around the room. The dim lit cascaded around shimmer with the candle slightly flickering due to the wind. Rustled squeaks on a piece of paper halted when your voice rang over the corridors. His grey eyes darted to the door—somewhere beneath lies down a hidden agenda.
With the accepted response, your hand twisted the doorknob, turning to see him bated out a frustrated sigh. Quietly getting close to him, a smile grows on your face. “Can I help you, sir?” You play to pretend about giving respect to your senior.
“Drop the formalities, [Name].” Levi breathed out. An unnoticeable wrinkle crinkled around his forehead—his eyes were obviously showing that he is tired. Echo of the wind loudly swooshed out, determined to give you two some privacy.
You certainly did dropped the formalities. Beginning to take off your jacket, you hung it around his shoulders—his outfit lacks the suit that somehow adds to his domineering charm. Your warm hand touch his pale cheek. “I will gladly do, dear.” You were answered with a nuzzle and lean on your touch.
Your jacket warms him up. His heart was not shaken up; he stands up while heading to the couch at the edge of his office. The plant beside, like it’s not inanimated, begin to become a part of the mood that is slowly becoming more intimate.
“Would you like some tea?” You sat beside him, your thumb rubs his knuckles, gently placing a kiss on the back of his hand.
You were the only one who is allowed to pamper him. Make him feel like he is being worshipped. Levi Ackerman doesn’t know why your eyes always have that adoring glint that always appear whenever you see him.
“No. Just, stop it…” He does not want you to stop. You have already gotten used to his antics, seeing as his hand seek for your touch. His fingers were wrapped around yours, hugging them close to his other hand.
Levi’s eyes meet yours, “Cuddle me.”
A spark travels through your spine. You always liked whenever he initiates it. You give in to his want. You grew closer—pulling his thighs around your lap, making his arms wrapped rest on your shoulders. Your head tilts up, nose almost bumping his soft lips.
He does not resist.
Instead, he melts in your embrace. Resting his head on the crook of your neck, he breathes in your scent. Your fingers made way through his hair. “Did you missed me, dear?”
Levi does not like showing his soft spot to anyone. He shows his love in a different way to others, but to you—he just want experience the taste of sweet puppy love. He relishes in your affections, your petnames were a music to his ears.
“I did. What are you gonna do about it?” He grumbled making you lowly chuckle. You kissed his temple, travelling down to his jaw.
“I was not complaining, sweetheart.” Your nose bumps against his. Your lips peck his soft lips, making him slightly frown—he wants more. His lips firmly pressed against yours, closing your own eyes. Your lips parting away as you let his tongue slide inside yours. Your hands grip his waist to make him steady, the heat around your cheeks did definitely not waste its time to make itself shown.
A muffled pleased moan in between both of your lips. He breaks the kiss slowly, “Give me 30.” He lets out a breath of relief, he snuggles his head onto your neck, feeling already sleepy and warm. He does not want to continue his work anymore. His eyes were half-lidded, his breath fans over your neck before shutting his eyes out.
With your arms wrapped around his waist, you begin to reminisce the memories between you two. Your fingers rub his back softly.
It’s been a while since you two had an alone time. You smiled lovesick, hearing his breathy snores. You gently lay him down on the couch, covering a blanket on him.
You were about to pull away. Suddenly, a firm grip tug on your wrist. A quiet laugh bubbles up on your throat, your body facing to see him looking at you with a frown. “Where are you going?” You can tell he was aching for you—he wants to cling onto you forever.
“You said to cuddle you for 30 minutes.” You pointed out with an amused grin, you looked at the clock. “It has been 30 minutes, darling.” You cooed softly, leaning close to his face.
You were pulled on the couch, as he crawled back again on top of you. You don’t even get a say before your face was met with a scowl. “I didn’t say minutes.” You blinked before chuckling amusedly—though it was shut up with his kiss once again.
Levi would gag you with his cravat, he would shove it into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours, as much as he loves your moans and begging, he can't risk getting found out. "There. Now I that pretty mouth will be fucking quiet." His hands pin your wrists above your head, he resumed his rough pace, his cock making your eyes roll back as it slid in and out of you. You bite on the white fabric he put in your mouth, a whimper leaving your lips, Levi kisses your cheek, and his hips continue to move relentlessly. "Shh, the other brats are asleep. I don't need them to know how naughty you are." You nod, tears streaming down your face when you feel his length hit your cervix slightly making your warm walls clamp around him. "Yeah, that's it. That's fucking it." He lets your hands-free and they immediately grab onto his shoulders, Levi takes your waist and lifts your lower body, fucking you harder than before. You close your eyes, had your mouth been free, he would've had you screaming. He hisses, his thrusts get messy, and the sloppy sounds echo in the tent. "I'll cum so fucking deep inside of this cunt. Fuck." Every word he says, he means it, there's nothing more he loves than to have you dripping with his cum. With the last few rough movements of his hips, he cums inside of you, filling you up. When he is done, he pulls out, watching as his fun drips out of your pussy. "That's my soldier. Now..." He takes his cravat out of your mouth. "Tell me who owns you?" With a weak voice, you say. "You." Levi kisses your forehead. "Good girl. Now clean this mess up."
