aurelia

my secret hideout

[aurel1awrites]

𝒜𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 ৻ꪆ, 19, 𝓈𝒽𝑒/𝒽𝑒𝓇

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[peterparkerwashere]

How I feel after waking up to read smut at the butt crack of dawn

[theamericanstar]

there should be NO reason i look up angst and all i keep seeing is smut

[usuallyeatadoor]

Shut Down.

Megumi x reader ✮ established relationship ✮ hurt/comfort but its like 90% comfort

Summary: after completely shutting down at a group hangout, Megumi helps reader come back.

You don't even feel overwhelmed anymore. Just quiet. Like a switch had been turned off in your brain forcing your vocal chords into shutdown. A dull pressure lingers in your temples and your usually expressive face falls flat.

It was a good idea to remove yourself from the group. With the first years and the second years hanging out all at once, it was only going to get louder from here. Its times like this you're grateful they aren't all that observant once they're trapped in some meaningless debate.

It meant your weak excuse to leave flew right under the radar. Well…for most.

Megumi's radar has a very annoying habit of catching your lies.

At least you're out of there now, arms hugging your knees as you sit on the dampened floor by the water fountain. It felt safe here, maybe because of all the shelter.

Your ruminating was interrupted by footsteps, intentionally light against the tarmac.

Megumi sits. Not touching, not yet, just present. He raises his knees resting his elbows limp against them. Not pushing, not yet, just observing.

Your blank stare. Your cloudy eyes. Your finger tapping shaky rhythms against your wrist.

He's not quite sure you've noticed him yet, aware of your stressed tunnel vision. The tip of his shoe lightly nudges yours.

With that, you tilt. Body slumping against his bicep, cheekbone bumping his shoulder. An arm encircles you like a shell, fingertips tracing lazy spirals against your arm as a kiss is placed on your forehead.

"You done talking for today?" Megumi murmurs against your skin

You nod.

"That's okay…you don't have to talk."

You tap your slowly closing throat.

"Hurts?"

You nod.

"Maki mentioned we might all go get hot chocolate when it gets dark, maybe that'll help?" His nose taps yours as he looks into your eyes, but they're not ready to meet his. Not yet.

You nod.

This is the part where the guilt creeps in. It always does. When he's making such an effort to comfort you, to make you feel stable once more and hold you up for as long as you need to float. But you cant even muster a simple 'thank you'

"Hey none of that." His free hand caresses your cheek, tears teeter over the edge of your dulled eyes, threatening to spill.

Of course he knows what's wrong, he knows how your kind works, he's studied the worried cogs up there for nights on end. Knows the ins and outs like the back of his hand.

Your hands trace shaky letters against his palm.

Im sorry.

The message lingers as that same palm cups your face like porcelain, another peck overlapping the one already placed on your forehead.

"Save that for something that's worth apologising for. You've done nothing wrong, beautiful."

And so he stays, arms wrapped tight around your frame, like a windshield protecting you from the storm.

He'll move when you give him a sign, when you're ready to face people again.

But for now you stay holed up in his comfort. He won't stop being there for you, not yet, not ever.

✮

A/n: can someone like megumi find me pls

Flower png credits: @/i-hani

Divider credits: @/cyberbeat

[anmwrites]

I’ve Got You

Levi Ackerman x Reader

I have so many ideas I want to write about for this man that it’s honestly overwhelming. But this was inspired by the iconic Levi vs Kenny fight that I watched last night. Literally wrote this so fast. It’s short, but I still hope you enjoy. More notes at the end about what’s upcoming.

Warnings: Blood, violence, language, a little suggestive - Levi may stray a little out of his normal character but I tried to make it work for this

Disclaimer: I do not own the photo below.

A whizzing sound shot past Levi’s ear. In a split second, he caught the flash of metal before it embedded itself in his chaser’s head.

“Levi!” A familiar voice cut through the air.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw his Lieutenant following closely with a feral gleam in her eyes.

Instant relief hit him for a brief second before refocusing on the task at hand.

“Cover them,” he ordered when she caught up, gesturing to the wagon below.

She nodded. However, something caught her eye. Looking above them, she noticed another soldier rapidly approaching.

His—slightly insane—Lieutenant gave him a wicked smiled as she changed course, pulling out one of her many hidden daggers.

“Y/N,” he snapped.

She simply ignored him, vaulting herself higher in a move he taught her. Blood splattered above him just moments later, followed by the dying screams of the man she had just eliminated.

“That’s six kills for me,” she grinned, leveling back out next to him.

“Now’s not the time,” he snarled. Y/N rolled her eyes, but pulled back to cover him.

At this point, we may actually make it out with Eren and Historia, he thought.

He spoke too soon.

A shot rang out from behind as he heard Y/N call his name. Levi jerked, looking back to see her let out a strangled cry, clutching her side.

“Shit!” He cursed upon seeing more enemies approaching, and turned back to warn Armin and Jean. It was a lost cause.

Shouting at them, he dove for the wagon to get them out.

Another shot fired, nearly hitting Mikasa, as they watched the wagon amble out of the city. He landed hastily with a frustrated grunt.

Before he had the chance to see Y/N hit the ground, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Damn brat, he thought, lunging for Mikasa.

“Let them go! We’re running on fumes!” He shouted, digging his heels in to prevent her from chasing after them. She struggled, crying out to Eren and finally relenting.

When she relaxed, he let Mikasa go, turning his attention to the rest of the squad. His stomach dropped at the sight of his Lieutenant laying on the ground, hand pressed firmly on her side.

“Y/N!” He hurriedly made his way over to her, panic fighting its way up his lungs.

“Back to the warehouse, now,” he barked, reaching her and stooping down to help her up. A collective “Sir” rang out and everyone moved.

“I’m fine,” Y/N gasp, clutching onto him as he wrapped an arm around her waist, careful to avoid the gunshot wound. “It’s just a graze.”

“We’ll discuss it later,” he growled, following after the others.

∘ ∘ ∘ ∘ ∘

Back in the warehouse, Levi had set Y/N down, propping her up against a pile of crates. Sweat coated her forehead and slid down her neck, drenching the flimsy piece of material she called a shirt.

Her arms were more cut up than he originally noticed, and the straps from her gear left marks from where she insisted a tank top was more comfortable.

“I’m fine,” she repeated again. Levi just rolled his eyes, moving to lift her shirt.

“She says as she’s writhing in pain,” he narrated sarcastically, examining the wound.

Y/N snorted.

“It’s just a graze—” Levi started.

“I told you that already.”

“But it’ll hurt like hell,” he finished, ignoring her. Turning to where the others were waiting, he ordered Sasha to retrieve bandages.

She hustled over to them, concern written on her face. Y/N mustered up a grin.

“Better you than me, kid—ugh!” She sucked in a sharp breath when Levi carefully touched the shredded skin. Sasha had a sickly look on her face as he dismissed her.

Levi worked quickly, wrapping her side and trying to ignore how close her breasts were to his face in this stupid tank top. Get it together. He shook himself off and refocused on patching her up.

When he finally tied off the bandage, Y/N let out a pained wheeze.

“Better?” He asked, sitting back on his heels. She nodded tight lipped, but her breathing slowly evened out.

“Who were they?” She asked. Levi handed her some water Connie had brought over.

“Kenny,” he said, sharply. She knew what that meant. Her eyes softened and she slid her hand towards his.

Y/N’s fingers gently brushed his and he didn’t pull away. Letting out a breath, Levi finally let himself come down from the adrenaline rush.

“What happened?” He asked, wanting to change the subject.

Y/N shrugged. “I followed your orders and was waiting at the city entrance. They came out of nowhere and ambushed me. I would’ve been killed if the idiots hadn’t dropped their ammunition. Stealth was not their forte.”

Levi’s mouth tightened, anger surging inside of him. How dare they attack what was his.

“Levi,” Y/N spoke softly, resting her hand on his arm now. “I’m alive.”

He glanced up, soaking in every detail of her face. Her kind eyes and sympathetic smile, the pulse he could see thrumming in her throat. She’s here. Alive. He chanted to himself until he finally calmed down.

Her hand then came up to rest against his cheek.

“Not in front—”

“They aren’t paying attention,” she said quietly. Levi studied her for a moment, leaning into her touch.

“Come on. We need to figure out what to do next. Get out of the city,” she whispered.

“Wait,” he stopped her from attempting to sit up, “Don’t do that again,” he pleaded softly.

“Levi—”

“I’m serious Y/N. You don’t take bullets for me.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “You take care of humanity all the time, but I’m supposed to take care of you.” Raw emotion was laid bare in her face.

Levi’s throat closed up. He hadn’t had this since his mother died. Sure, he loved Isabel and Furlan like siblings and was devastated by their loss, but…he was always the one taking care of them.

“No you’re—”

Y/N shook her head cutting him off. “Don’t. I’m here. Humanity has let me down too many times, but you haven’t. So I’m here for you,” she said.

Levi didn’t respond, a fleet of emotions hitting him at once. He gave her a skeptical look, eventually relenting. “I trust you. But I can’t loose you.”

“I know,” she tilted her head—looking at him with misty eyes full of love—and brushed some of his hair out of the drying blood on his eye. “I got you.”

Levi sighed, grabbing her chin. He leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips. Y/N responded in kind, relaxing into his touch. Sucking on his bottom lip, he nearly groaned. If it were up to him he would’ve taken her right here if he could’ve.

As if she read where his mind wandered off too, though, she pulled back with a broad smile gracing her features.

“I love you,” she smirked.

His face heated and he averted his gaze, warmth filling his chest. “Tch. Love you too, brat. Just don’t do that to me again.”

Her laugh settled deep into his bones.

“I won’t, Levi. I won’t.”

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a/n continued: the longer levi fic that was requested is almost finished up. then I’ll move into edits. hoping to have it done this weekend to be posted at the start of next week!

©2026 Everything you read here is written by me (@anmwrites). please don’t copy, translate, or use it anywhere without permission 🤍

[aurel1awrites]

this was beautiful

[intrepidacious]

hi bestie 😖 can i ask for some post shower comfort with steve?

after the storm

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

word count: 407

warnings: complete fluff; implied hurt/comfort. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: we all deserve a steve like this after this week tbh

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The door creaks open after a very long time, and Steve looks up from the book he hasn’t been reading.

You emerge from the bathroom in a steam cloud of body lotion and hair oil, wrapped in your comfiest bathrobe. You still look a little drowsy, but not as completely miserable as you did when you got home. The worried crease in his brow eases a little as he takes you in.

"How’re you feeling, honey?"

You make a miserable sound, shuffling towards him and flopping down on the bed with a heaving sigh. Steve gently pokes your side and you wrinkle your nose.

"Today was no good," you declare, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes.

Steve scoots down to lie on his side next to you, pushing up on one elbow. For a minute or two, he just lets you settle into the silence, waiting until your shoulders release some of the tension you’ve been carrying around all day.

After a while, you stir a little, moving closer towards him until your head rests on his shoulder, breathing him in. He puts his other arm around you to hold you there, feeling your heartbeat against his own.

"You smell nice," he murmurs, and you huff a tired laugh.

"Thanks." A little sniffle. "It’s that ridiculously expensive moisturizer Nat got me for my birthday."

"Worth every penny." He rubs his thumb against your spine and you let out another sigh, this one blessedly less bone-heavy. "Do you need anything?"

"Just stay right there," you mumble, snuggling closer still.

"I can order us dinner if you want," he suggests, holding you right there. "Get a couple of snacks while we wait, make some tea. We can watch that show you keep telling me ab—"

Your lips find his, once, twice, softly lingering, another thank you left sweetly unsaid. "You’re incredible," you whisper, not moving an inch away from his surprised smile. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Just trying to match you," he replies, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I don’t know about that," you say with a nervous chuckle.

"I do," Steve says. "You got through today. That’s pretty incredible."

He kisses you again until a little more of your weariness melts away, leaving gentle exhaustion in its wake. Maybe this day was pretty awful overall, but he’d do his damn best to take your mind off it at least for a little while.

[gossamyrrh]

♯ 5 MINUTES ⋮ L. ACKERMAN

୨ৎ fluff, fem pronouns used when referring to reader | you and levi's nighttime routine . . . divider by @/toastray ⊹ ࣪ ˖

it begins as always:

levi comes home late. withered. drained of all his energy and then some, moving on auto-pilot throughout his flat like a poorly-oiled machine, having fallen victim, yet again, to the havoc of a long day at the office.

he toes off his loafers with some struggle. sluggishly removes his coat. shuffles to the master bedroom with an unfathomable amount of lethargy, that he cannot begin to understand how he managed to make it there without passing out—

(in this state, he can’t understand a thing at all.)

—but, somehow, he does.

and when he enters the meagre room, his heart skips a little to see you there, cocooned in your knitted blankets, a lone candle lit to keep you company, he suspects. though he is utterly weary—on the precipice of acute exhaustion, eyes rimmed with red and brimming with fatigue, he thinks, it is all worth it if you are there. 

a smile dusts upon his lips.

you say not a word. just watch him with eyelids half-drawn as he drags his feet past the threshold, creating a chorus of linen and cotton strumming, and proving that you, too, are a victim of a long, long  day.

you wait for him to collapse onto the bed, a stubborn spring corkscrewing into his spine, a small yelp escaping in reply, before you murmur: “how was your day, my love?”

he sighs, and it is shaky. crumbling. like the cavity of an old rock that has long eroded to morsels and flakes of grit. succumbed to the ever-moving passage of time. he wants to lie. more than anything, he wants to lie. tell you that everything went smoothly, that he finally has the upperhand—thinks he might get a promotion soon. but then he hears a rustle, and your fingers are carding through his hair—grazing along his scalp, lifting a weight from his shoulders that he is convinced only you have the power to do.

and then the truth comes spilling: “quite exhausting.” you gently run your nails against his skin. a hum slips through parted lips. “and i hate being away from you for so long. it makes me anxious.”

you smile bashfully, letting out a small huff as the apples of your cheeks swell. “well, it’s a good thing i’m here now, mr. ackerman. what would you ever do without me?”

nothing, levi thinks. less than nothing, even, if such a thing could exist. he turns onto his stomach, curls closer into you like a man seeking shelter, until his head rests in the crux of your lap. he stares for a moment, starry-eyed and awestruck and stunned at his sheer fortune of having you,  before he blinks. slowly. as if committing the scene to memory. “and how was your day, mrs. ackerman?”

your smile thins slightly.

“exhausting, too.” you absentmindedly twirl a lock of his hair now, deftly spinning the delicate thread of ink about your pretty fingers with a practised ease. the menial motions have begun to make his breaths slow, his eyes droop. but a new feeling is integrated. bliss, he thinks. this weariness is starkly different from before. soft, billowy. “but enough about me. is there anything i can do for you, my love?” he hums softly. shakes his head just the slightest. smiles faintly at your typical redirection. “just… stay. please?” 

you, of course, oblige. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

like routine, it is another five minutes until you are blowing your candle out, and levi is cuddling you beneath the covers. the night, at last, grows quiet.

an. i love him so . . .

[djarinova]

MORNING HAZE — levi ackerman.

gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, cuddling. i miss him so much it's actually ridiculous. wc; 580.

"You look so pretty," you whisper into the bedroom.

The morning light bleeds in through the curtains, illuminating the man lying beside you.

He groans, stretching his legs out as he rolls onto his side. There's a light draft flowing through the room and he pulls the duvet up over his shoulders, huddling into himself for warmth. You smile, soft and warm, before tucking him even tighter into his homemade cocoon.

The clock reads 09:03, a rare lie-in for the usually prompt and early riser.

"So cute…" You say, more to yourself than to him. Slowly you bring a hand up towards his face, pushing the hair out from his eyes as he scrunches his noise in fake disgust.

"It's too early for this. Stop being so nice." He huffs, voice muffled by the duvet.

You chuckle, bringing your hands up in surrender, before shimmying your way back under the duvet. Your cold hands cause Levi to shiver, but he doesn't stop you from running them along his side. The contact is welcome, a familiar comfort that still causes his heart to flutter that little bit faster every time.

"I'm just saying…" You pause, a pout on your face as you tug the duvet closer to your shoulders and pull Levi into your arms. "I love you."

He tuts, but you can feel his smile against your skin. His lips are warm—if you were closer to his face you'd be able to smell the mint on his breath from the tea he had before bed. And when he places a gentle kiss to your collarbone you feel heat begin to pool in your stomach at the affection—familiar now, but still so frighteningly open that you can't help the pride that flutters in your chest.

Affection from the man that once swore he had no interest in dating, who was content with the life he had, the friends he had. Who had always said he didn't need a relationship to feel fulfilled. Happy to sit back and watch as his loved ones had the romantic love he was sure he would never need.

The man who now knows how empty his life feels without you. Who feels his chest ache whenever you are away from him, who grabs your hand in public without thinking and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead each morning before he leaves for work.

The change is shocking, even to him, even now. But he knows he wouldn't change it for the world.

"I love you, too." He murmurs against your skin, the words spilling from his mouth without any reservation.

Your chest flutters, a smile breaking out on your face. You long to pull away from the embrace to see the shade of pink that you're certain is dusting his cheeks.

But you don't.

How could you when he feels so warm in your arms? When the sound of his breathing is already steadying out and his grip is slowly beginning to loosen?

Sleep creeps over the both of you again, the hazy morning sun moving into a crisp lunchtime shine as soft snores fill the room. Your breathing syncs, messages go unread while time disappears around you. Maybe you'll both fret when you wake, something about missing the breakfast you were supposed to have with your friends. But right now, as Levi lies safely in your arms, your warmth seeping into his skin and into his bones, it doesn't feel important.

[hun3ysuckl3]

merry christmas, please don't call

This is too different—it's too sweet, too reverent for something like him. He’s so close to stopping you—to manhandling you underneath him, pinning your wandering hands behind you and fucking you into the mattress until you're close to breaking because he doesn't know what else to do with this feeling.

levi ackerman x fem reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: smut (MDNI - submissive levi for the narrative, oral (m receiving), little bit of body worship, handjob, unprotected piv, etc), angst, emotional hurt/comfort, poor levi is emotionally constipated, Christmas themes, lmk if i missed anything!

Levi knows he’s a lot.

Even when he isn't enough, he’s still too much to deal with.

He’s crude on his best days, and cruel on his worst—not purposefully, but that fact does little to console.

You're so… different from him. So sweet, it was almost nauseating; if he were a religious man, he’d have thought you to be an angel in disguise. 

(He's not, but you may still be an angel nonetheless.)

He doesn't understand why you’re so determined to stick around.

You shouldn't be involved with someone like him. 

Levi knows this.

More than anything though, Levi knows he is selfish.

He had never considered himself as such before and, despite his numerous flaws, has always tried to be as inconveniencing as possible—letting go of his own wants and needs in favor of prioritizing those around him, and blending into the background wherever possible. He kept his own emotions under lock and key, knowing that his shit was too heavy to rest on anyone and refused to have someone fussing over him.

But Levi must be selfish—it's the only explanation for why he allows himself this.

“This” being you.

He tried to fight it off—fight you off—at first, tried ignoring the temptation in your hips when you walked; the way your nose crinkled a bit when you laughed and that fire in your eyes when you refused to put up with his bullshit. At first, he told himself that it was only a natural response; you're around often since Hange and Erwin took a liking to you, so of course he would notice you.

When you came around more and tried getting to know him, Levi tried being more outwardly combative. He spared no insult or dismissal, because the guilt from seeing you hurt was more comfortable than that weird feeling in his chest.

But Levi is a weak man, and he crumbles every time you smile at him.

God, your smile.

It's what he’s been forced to look at for the last ten minutes, causing his resolve to crumble in the palm of his hands.

(Though, “forced” would be a small exaggeration as he had every option to cancel on you tonight.)

You were talking about your day, sparing no detail—and you had a great day, so giddy about it that Levi almost forgot what a shitshow his own had been.

Between work, his shitty uncle, and the yearly Christmas party Hange threw just around the corner, Levi has been miserable.

But seeing you this way helped.

“And then, to make it better, my boss finally told us about our Christmas bonus! And, guess what?” 

He hums casually, raising his brows in question.

“We're getting a crazy increase from last year!” Your face lit up like the string lights on your balcony, finally having some form of reward for the full year of relentless work you had put into your role. “Isn't that so cool?!”

“That's great,” Levi says, throwing an arm loosely around your shoulder.

“So?” You nuzzle into his side, curling up on the couch. “Anything exciting happen for you today?”

“I don't want to talk about my day.”

“Oh,” you sigh. Levi felt your shoulders deflate.

“Just a long day.”

“Is there anything I can do? Can I get you anything?”

Levi reminds himself again just how selfish of a person he is when he says, “Just you.”

And this is how it always ends: you and Levi in bed, clothes stripped away and thrown across the room, sweat clinging to your bodies and the smell of sex heavy in the air.

But it’s different tonight.

You're on top of him, your touch teasing and purposeful as you kiss down the length of his torso. Levi lays there with his arms draped above his head after you so gently asked—insisted—to take care of him. He can only think that this is too intimate—he isn't sure he feels cared for as much as he feels terrified, but he can't bring himself to stop it. Your lips are soft, mouth burning as you kiss and suck and nibble down his chest, stopping to toy at his nipples in a way that is unfamiliar but pleasurable all the same. You leave subtle bruises in his pale skin on your descent; marking his body as your own, you gently soothe the tender flesh with your tongue as your path continues down, paying no mind to the way he squirms and gasps underneath you. You pause at his hip bones where you remove his last remaining article of clothing, letting his aching cock touch the cool air.

Levi hisses in sensitivity while you're peppering small, barely there kisses into the delicate skin, interchanging with kitten licks and his heart hammers in his chest. With a light touch, you pick up a slow pace, stroking him while you gently mouth at the head of his cock.

This is too different—it's too sweet, too reverent for something like him.

He’s so close to stopping you—to manhandling you underneath him, pinning your wandering hands behind you and fucking you into the mattress until you're close to breaking because he doesn't know what else to do with this feeling.

But you look up at him from under your lashes and the only thing Levi can think is that you look like an angel in the dim lighting.

How could he ever tell you no?

Levi knows he’s among the worst of sinners; he doubts this will absolve him, but when your lips fully wrap around the flushed, dripping head of his cock, he thinks you feel close enough to salvation that he allows you to continue.

Your eyes lock onto his, forcing him to close his own to maintain a sliver of his pride when your light strokes force a whimper out of him. You take him into your mouth—wet and hot and the perfect amount of pressure on that spot just below the head—and he can't hold back the moan that escapes him as his head pushes back into the pillows. His hands flex, desperate for something to ground himself as you settle into a slow rhythm, using your hands to more firmly stroke what your mouth can't take. You build him up slowly—so much so that Levi almost doesn't notice when his fear morphed into reverie, getting lost in the warmth of your mouth and soft hands. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed with an emotion so extreme his body couldn't contain it.

And, because Levi is so rotten, he pulls you off of him just as he feels his orgasm approaching—not to deny himself the pleasure; he could never be so selfless. No, he needs to be inside you—needs to feel you pulsing around him, feel the way you tremble when he fucks you exactly how he knows you need; he wants to feel you come undone, knowing it’s only him that can make you feel like this. 

Worse than that, he needs to be back in control.

You, with your strawberry lip gloss and warm skin, have a way of picking Levi apart piece by piece. This time, he was in danger of not finding himself after.

So, that's exactly what he does.

He pulls you apart; he fucks you into the mattress until you're practically crying from the pleasure—he rips you open with his fingers and stitches you together with his mouth, relishing in your taste because it's almost as sweet as your voice. He leaves you shaking, overstimulated and boneless in the bed. 

The two of you lay together, legs tangled up in the sheets in the aftermath.

Levi used to leave right after.

Sleeping over was too intimate and he couldn't give you the wrong impression, couldn't let you think there was more to him than what he let you see—but it happened by mistake once and it’s kept happening ever since.

As he holds you against his chest, a distant thought tells him that he can't keep this up—he’ll only hurt you in the end—but you smell like strawberries and mint and Levi can't seem to let go.

“You're still going to Hange’s party, right?” You ask softly.

“Regretfully so.”

Hange cared little for Levi’s disdain of the holiday. He knew they would drag him out of his apartment if they thought he wouldn't attend, so it was easier to agree in the end.

That, and they already threw his name in for the gift exchange. 

He drew your name too. He thinks Hange orchestrated that. Nevertheless, he wouldn't let you be the only person without a gift even though the concept was a bit ridiculous to him as a whole.

“It's not that bad.”

You're tracing small patterns on his chest as you talk, wiping away remnants of your lip gloss off the skin.

“Says you—you've never been.”

“I've been to some of their other parties before,” you counter. “It was fun.”

“Depends on your definition of fun.” Levi put a hand in your hair, holding you closer to him. You yawn, burying yourself deeper in his chest, as if it was even possible.

Why can't he ever seem to let you go?

“Don't be such a grump.”

Levi lightly chuckles.

Before he can think to reply, he hears you snoring softly.

Something changed after that night, but he can't quite put his finger on it.

The routine stays the same.

Levi is over at your apartment more nights than not. You trade off on who brings or makes food for the night, watch shitty movies on the couch, and stay up later than what would be considered healthy. 

But something changed.

He tried ignoring it, chalking it up to an incidental moment of vulnerability clouding his judgment, but Levi realizes a week later—the night before Hange’s Christmas party—that something is undeniably different.

He was in a similar situation to the night that sparked the change that he realized.

He’d had another long day.

His uncle, the annoying bastard, had some select comments to make when Levi reaffirmed he would not be spending Christmas with him or his drunkard pals. His boss was on his case about a project that wasn't due until after the new year, his check engine light came on, and he woke up late which cut his morning shower short and subsequently started his day off horribly.

This time of year is always hard on him, as well. Too many tragedies piled up in the span of a season, tarnishing what little joy he would've otherwise been able to find in the grayness of winter.

He never told you, but you picked up on it.

You always pick up on it.

You started by pointing out how tense his shoulders were, moving behind him and massaging them, working out the tension from the day. 

A quiet moan escaped him when you worked out a particularly stubborn knot, eliciting a response from you he could feel as your thighs tensed from behind him and your breath caught. He’s found himself being more vocal around you, despite his best efforts to remain silent, and it spurs on a more dominant side Levi didn't know you had. 

You kept rubbing—your hands venturing to his biceps, down his back, then back up to his neck where your fingers carded through his hair and scratched at his undercut. It forced a shiver out of him, turning him pliant. You took it as an opportunity to press kisses to the side of his neck, his pulse quickening under your ministrations while your hands moved around his waist. Levi felt his body heating, blood rushing as he yearned to touch you. You kissed and licked, using one hand to lightly grip and move his jaw out of your way when his head instinctively curled into you. With your other hand, your nails scratched down his abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as chills erupted over his body.

“You're so tense,” you whispered as you palmed at the growing tent in his slacks and nibbled at his ear, making him gasp. “Tell me how to help.”

Your touch was both a catalyst and a balm to Levi’s nerves.

You continued touching him, refusing to go beneath his clothes and sticking to your incessant teasing. He felt himself growing desperate but he was sure for what, torn between moremoremore and toomuchtoomuchtoomuch.

“Levi,” you cooed. He bit back a moan, your tone lulling him further into submission. “Use your words.”

Levi’s breath grew heavier, stuck between fear of the unknown and the temptation of being cared for.

I can't, he thought. Not again. I can't do this.

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes closed in a desperate attempt to find his sense of mind.

“You can,” you said, like you heard his internal struggle.

It scared him how you seemed to have a sixth sense for him.

Instead of forcing an answer from him, your fingers moved to the button of his pants, toying with the zipper as you whispered back in his ear. “Is this what you want?” 

He could hear the genuine question behind your teasing—you were giving him an out, a choice in case it really was too much and he didn't want you in control. He stopped for a second, considered if his brain or dick was talking for him and decided it was both. Maybe it's why he let out a breathy “yes,” helping you undo the button and lifting his hips to slide his pants down.

You hadn't pulled him out of his boxers yet, seeming to enjoy your teasing.

“Is this okay?” You asked, hands resting on his thighs.

“No– yesyes, I mean yes,” he said breathily, one hand coming around to grip your thigh resting at his side to ground himself and leaning his head back to rest on your shoulder. You gripped him through his boxers, teasing his sensitive head over the thin fabric. “You're driving me crazy.”

You shushed him, gently tutting at him. “Just enjoy it.” One hand toyed with the hem of his boxers, while the other placed gently at the base of his neck but applying no pressure.

Levi knows he’s selfish because he allows it.

He nods, words failing him and watches as you slip your hand beneath his boxers. He exhales heavily, leaning into the sensation.

“Good boy. Relax for me.”

Levi swears he could've came right there, listening to your gentle praise while your soft hands stroked his cock, but he couldn't live with himself if he didn't get inside you before this was over.

Which, in hindsight, is how he wound up here.

Here being Levi on the couch, while you grind against his dripping cock with only your panties and his boxers on and he fights back any and every reaction he possibly can—with no success. When he faced away from you, he had privacy, (albeit minimal) and a sense of security in the fact that you couldn't watch him fall apart. Like this, he can see everything and he knows you can too. He can see the thin line of sweat across your forehead as you grind against him, the wet patch on your panties that he isn't sure is from you or him, every one of your curves and facial expressions—looking like this is bringing you as much pleasure as him.

He’s horrified at what you may see in him, because he thinks you've broken him and he doesn't know how.

He's never felt like this—so exposed, so fucked out without being properly touched but he's too far gone to fight it.

“Please,” he says, almost imperceptibly. He doesn't care about his pride or shame or dignity—the only thing Levi can think about is you riding him to tears after being teased and edged into oblivion. “Need to be inside you—I’ll do anything.”

Your pace picks up, an evil smile telling Levi that you enjoy his misery a bit too much. “Anything?”

He nods his head fervently. “Yesyesyes, anything.”

Much to Levi’s chagrin, you stop entirely, acting as though you're pondering the meaning of anything.

“All you had to do was ask,” you coo cruelly. Levi feels his cock harden more than he thought possible in his current state, practically dizzy from the lack of blood flow to his brain. “But– hands to yourself.” You emphasize your point by pinning Levi’s arms above his head.

He breathes out a sharp ‘thank you’ as you pull his briefs down, finally exposing his cock—red, leaking and painfully flushed. You give him a few teasing strokes before moving your panties to the side and lining him up with your entrance.

You tease him a bit more, gathering your wetness on the head of his cock and grind yourself on him until his legs are shaking in anticipation. Mercifully, you take pity on him and slowly sink down on him. He watches as you take it, agonizingly slow—watches your face morph into that of pure bliss as he slips inside. He can feel how wet you are, no less affected than him from your torture, and it's killing him. It's too much, not enough, just right, and fuck– it's so much, you're so good to him, please don't stop. His vision goes white, knuckles paler than ever as he grips the back of the couch to restrain himself and follow the only order you gave him. 

What the hell is happening to him?

What have you turned him into?

He doesn't have the clarity to understand what spell you've put him under when you finally, finally take him down to the hilt, lightly rocking your hips as you settle yourself and Levi sees stars.

Fuck, he’ll cum soon if you don't stop moving. 

He doesn't want to stop you and he doesn't want this to be over so soon and he wants to regain his sense of control and he's never been in such a state of bliss. You must sense his turmoil, because you stop. You pet his hair, lightly scratching at his undercut and he feels the last of his stress melting underneath you.

“You're okay, Levi,” you say, holding his head to your chest. “Just let go for me.”

Levi shakes his head, gripping your hips until his knuckles turn white. “Can’t–” he tries but is cut off by the steady pace you start and his own moans. “Don't want to finish yet.”

“It's okay.” You're still moving, no longer showing him mercy. You're riding him like you're trying to kill him. He isn’t sure you already haven't. His head is swimming, so overwhelmed with you that he can't think clearly. He’s never been one to follow orders—sex or otherwise—and never one to allow himself to be cared for the way you have.

That nagging feeling he gets around you has increased tenfold, consuming him entirely and he fears there's nothing left of him after this.

You've ruined him.

When he finally cums, Levi’s vision goes white. You let him finish inside you, something that has always been an unspoken rule between the two of you to not chance. He can’t find it in him to pull out, not when you're so soft, so warm and your weight on him is so perfect. His moans are nearly inhuman—you hold him close, stroking his hair as he rides out the high. 

He stays like that, cock softening inside you while you play with his hair until his breath evens out and Levi finds himself again.

When he does, he realizes this can't happen again.

This… thing between you and him took a nosedive past the point of selfishness on Levi’s part into entirely uncharted territory.

He sits on the couch with you still in his lap, arms loosely draped around your hips and cherishes these last moments.

“I have to go,” he says abruptly. He tenderly moves you to the side and grabs his clothes from the floor.

“Are you sure?” He has to ignore that flicker of hurt across your face.

It's been nearly three months since the last time he left like this and he knows it hurts you. He should've known to not let things go so far with you—should've known you were never his to keep, even for a lingering moment.

“Yeah.”

“Okay… I’ll see you at Hange’s party tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Levi finishes dressing, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric of your shirt and leaves without a word.

He doesn't text you when he gets home safe.

He doesn't call you after the new episode of the show you’ve been watching together—the one he should've been there for tonight.

He doesn't think about you at all really, save for the lingering smell of your perfume in his hair. He doesn't subconsciously choose the t-shirt you gifted him last Christmas to sleep in, pretending it wasn't a birthday gift even though the wrapping paper was suspiciously not Christmas themed; he doesn't think about you when he showers and uses the soap you gifted him the other week just because. He doesn't think about the cliffhanger from last week’s episode or if you're waiting for him to watch the new episode.

He doesn't think about your name, which he drew for Hange’s ridiculous gift exchange they insist on every year, or the gift waiting for you by the front door.

He just goes to sleep.

Or, he tries.

It's fitful. A fruitless effort to seek some semblance of control amidst all the thoughts of you that Levi has to tell himself we're never there in the first place.

By the time morning rolls around, Levi decides he won't be going to Hange's party.

He stashes your gift away in his closet, not having the heart to unwrap or regift, but not being able to look at it either.

Why are you so hard to get over?

Levi has never met someone so damned irritating—he can't get you out of his head and he wants to hate you for it. You ruined something in him last night. You broke him. Whittled him down bruised skin and hollowed out marrow, pressing on all his soft spots while you cooed in his ear. No one has ever been allowed to touch him like that; no one has ever made him feel safe being touched like that. Despite every inch of his body feeling raw, your touch was a balm to the sensation and he got swept away. Levi doesn't do that. He doesn't feel this way over hookups or friends or people in general.

So what the hell is so special about you?

(Somewhere deep down, Levi says the easier question would be what isn't special about you. The answer would be nothing.)

Levi tells himself he doesn't care to find out. It isn't like he’ll see you again.

Or so he believes.

Levi, in his self-induced haze of pity and loathing, forgets that you are likely the most stubborn person he's ever met—second only to himself. So, when he ignores yours and Hange’s texts and calls, save for a quick ‘I’m not going’ and proceeds to ignore every other communication, Levi really doesn't know why he thought this would end so easily.

He has a hard time remembering why he ever wanted it to end when his doorbell rings and you're standing on the other side.

He hadn't quite realized the time—nine o’clock in the evening, two hours after Hange’s party started, an hour and a half after you asked him where he was, and an hour since the gift exchange would have started.

“Levi, I know you're in there,” you say, ringing the doorbell again. “I saw you through the window.”

He cracks the door, leaving the chain lock. “I'm not in the mood.”

“I don't care.”

“And neither do I.” He watches you through the crack. You cross your arms, looking positively fed up with him and cradle a small gift box.

"I'm not leaving until you let me in and explain yourself.”

“Go home.”

“What did I just say?”

“I'm not doing this right now.”

“Levi,” you huff, closing in on the cracked door and pointing a finger towards him. “I will break in through the damn windows if you don't let me in.”

And he knows you're serious, so he opens the door.

You immediately go to the kitchen, helping yourself to a beer from the fridge. You take a long sip before you speak. Levi says nothing, lest he make this any worse than it has to be.

“Care to explain yourself?” You finally ask, gingerly sitting the gift box on the countertop.

“There's nothing to explain.”

“Really?” You scoff. “So, I don't deserve to know why you ran away from my apartment last night—”

“—I didn't run away—.”

“—ignored all of mine messages and Hange’s, skipped out on the party with no explanation, continued ignoring all of us, and locked yourself in your apartment on your birthday?”

He has nothing to say.

“Who the hell does that?” Your words are angry but Levi sees tears prick at the corner of your eyes. He realizes that the last twenty-four hours may have been worse for you than it was him. “Everyone missed you. I missed you.”

“I just… couldn't.”

“Why?”

He says nothing.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Yes and no.

“I…”

“Just tell me, please,” you say. You're crying now and Levi feels his heart snap in two. “Let me fix it.”

Levi has always considered himself to be a man that will break before he bends once his mind is made. He isn't swayed by the wants and needs of others—everything he does is according to his own needs and sense of morality. But watching you stand in his kitchen, fighting back tears while you play with the corners of the gift he assumes you bought for him, Levi’s iron will is melting. He's never seen you cry before, he realizes. He had never hoped to see it, much less when he was the cause.

He realizes he’ll do anything to stop it, even if it means breathing life into the nameless emotions you spark in him.

“You… you did nothing,” he says in a shaking voice.

“Then what is it?”

How is he supposed to say this?

“I–” Levi’s heart hammers in his chest. His knees go weak and his head hurts as he tries to parse through his own muddled emotions. You're asking him for an answer to a question he's never asked himself and he doesn't know what to say. He takes a deep breath. “I don't– I’ve never… you confuse me.”

You look at him quizzically. “What does that even mean?”

“I don't know,” he says. “I don't know what you're doing to me. I don't know if I like it.”

“I don't get it,” you begin, taking a step away from him. “Is it the sex? We don't have to–”

He cuts you off. “It's more than that.”

“You have to explain it to me, Levi,” you plead. “I don't want to lose you like this.”

“You… you make me feel… afraid. That's never happened before."

You go to speak again, but Levi puts a shaking hand up, wordlessly asking you to let him continue. You do. “This was supposed to be just sex, and– and it isn't. I don't know what it is.”

He sees understanding on your face. “You don't have to name it right now, Levi. It's okay if you need time.”

“What if I never can?”

“That's okay, too.”

He shakes his head, refusing your response. It's not okay—you deserve someone that doesn't feel sick trying to understand why you make him so nervous, so weak.

“I know it's hard for you,” you add.

“You don't deserve that.”

“That's not for you to decide.”

You both sigh heavily, the weight of both confessions hanging in the air.

“Where do we go from here?” You finally ask, picking up the gift from the counter.

“I– I don't know.” Levi crosses his arms, avoiding your gaze as he tries to put himself together. “Can we just… stay like this? How have we been?”

“I thought you didn't like that.”

“I don't want it to go away… but I don't know what I need either,” he says. “Can I just- just tell you as I figure it out?”

You smile at him, drying the last of your tears. “Yeah,” you sigh. “That's okay.”

Levi doesn't smile, but he feels his face light up a bit. The two of you stand in his kitchen for another moment, gazing at each other but making no move to close the distance.

“I have your gift,” he finally says. “It's in the closet.”

“Open this first,” you say, handing the box over to him. Just like year, the wrapping paper is distinctly not Christmas themed, but the tag says from your secret Santa so Levi sees it as a decent enough compromise.

He gingerly tears open the paper, having always had a dislike for the mess and the sound of ripping paper. He keeps it in as close to one piece as he can manage, throwing out the paper and picking off all the remaining pieces of tape before he examines the white box. It's rather small, very light with a red fragile sticker taped across the top. He sees you urge him to open the box, and he does, picking off the last bit of tape holding it shut and wincing at the sound of his nail scraping against the glossy cardboard.

Levi opens the box to a teacup—one that is almost identical to the one he remembered of his mother’s from his childhood.

It's ornate, porcelain white decorated with intricate green swirls and patterns. The handle is small, delicate in his grasp and Levi holds it by the rim to ensure there are no repeats of a broken up.

“How did you… it looks just like hers.”

“I found it in an antique store. It looked a lot like the one you described to me.”

“It's perfect,” Levi breathes out. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he acts without thinking and places a kiss on your cheek. “Thank you.”

You look embarrassed as he pulls away. “Merry Christmas, Levi.”

“Merry Christmas,” he sighs.

[aurel1awrites]

bye i can’t

[yasministration]

hi how about make out sesh with Harry at a party?

heart of the common room - harry potter

summary: harry looks too good at a party, so you decide to go over and give him a kiss or two. or a little more. wc: 1.5k+ cw: descriptive kissing, suggestive themes

The boy who lived was admittedly a busy man. When he wasn’t occupied with saving the wizarding world or quidditch practice, Harry Potter had to struggle to stay above passing grades in his subjects, or like tonight, he partied with friends.

He was relaxed for once, standing with Seamus as they spoke, a plastic cup in hand filled with a mixture of fire whisky and some soda. He was laughing wholeheartedly, a look you didn’t see on him too often anymore, mind occupied by tormenting thoughts about the upcoming war. Your feet carried you away from the group of girls you were with, singing and dancing in between conversation.

You didn’t want to interrupt your boyfriend’s conversation with his friend, so you busied yourself by getting another drink, flinching back as you popped the cap off your pre-mixed cocktail. When you turned around to see if Harry was available, you were happy to find out that he was. Even better, he was looking right at you, a soft smile hovering on his lips. You felt your face go hot at the idea of Harry looking out for you.

Harry extended an arm out and you found yourself lured into him, shuffling across the room to settle underneath his arm, now slung over your shoulders. Harry didn’t say anything, only smiling at you and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Humming in satisfaction, you pushed yourself up against him, causing Harry to smile against your lips. “Having fun?” You asked, snaking an arm around Harry’s back. “Yeah, are you? Saw you dancing with Hermione.” You nodded your head, feeling Harry’s arm pull you closer so you were finally standing in front of him rather than by his side.

Wordlessly, Harry leaned down again to meet your lips again. You pushed Harry away from you by the chest, and he huffed quietly as you took a sip from your drink, before spinning on the balls of your feet and walking away from him.

Feeling betrayed, Harry followed after, watching as you strutted over to the nearest table, abandoning your drink on the solid wood before returning to him. Harry grinned as you brought both your hands up to his chest and leaned into his body. Harry’s free hand secured on your waist as you leaned up to press your lips against his, and he suddenly wished he had put his drink away too. He hummed softly as your lips separated from his lips slightly, enough for your lips to still graze each other. You pecked his lips and Harry found himself leaning into you, begging silently for you to deepen the kiss as he separated his lips, opening his mouth against your kiss.

As though his prayers had been answered, Harry felt your lips part into the kiss, your tongue meeting his between your connected lips. Harry’s tongue eagerly delved into your mouth, setting a slow pace in a very passionate kiss. You whined loudly as one of your hands travelled upwards to the back of Harry’s neck, playing with his hair. The sound was easily swallowed by your boyfriend, as though the sound belonged to him. It did, but you doubted anyone would have heard you in the loud room, filled with music and chatter.

Harry broke the kiss, lips separating with a loud smooch, and as he looked around the common room, party full blown around you, he felt a sense of rebellion taking over him at the realisation that he’d been making out with his girlfriend in the centre of the room. A kiss on his jaw averted his attention back to you. You were staring at him, eyes full of love as you snuggled into his side, a shy smile in your face. “I miss you.” You suddenly said, laying your head on Harry’s chest.

“I miss you too, my love. Feel like I barely see you.”

That wasn’t true at all.

You’d spent all day with Harry yesterday. After waking up, you and Harry got breakfast before racing to the library and finishing your essays. Then, you spent the rest of the day in his bed, locked between the sheets, kisses not to secret between you. But you would take it. If your boyfriend felt like he hadn’t seen you, then you would accept every opportunity to spend more time with him. Harry lifted his cup to his lips, taking a slow sip of his drink. Seeing your gaze linger on him, Harry offered you his drink and you smiled gently, taking the cup from him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, tilting your head up to press another kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek. Raising the cup to your lips, you tasted the bitter taste of Harry’s drink. The strong concentration of alcohol made you grimace, and you thrusted the cup into Harry’s hands again, shaking your head softly. Harry’s free hand cupped the back of your head, bringing you closer to him so he could press his lips against your forehead in a slow kiss.

You moulded your body against Harry’s, arms slithering around his torso, making sure you were as close to Harry as possible so you could press your lips against the exposed skin of Harry’s neck. His breath hitched against your lips, pressing against his throat. You took them off his throat, trailing the kisses to the side of his neck, closing your lips around the skin of his neck above his pulse point, feeling its steady throb under your lips. You ran your tongue over the spot, a hand resting over Harry’s abdomen, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Grazing your teeth over the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, you heard a quiet groan build in his throat. His eyes were closed, cheek resting on your head as you got to work, beginning to suck on his neck. Harry gasped loudly, and his eyes shot open, one hand pressing you as close to him as possible.

To distract himself, Harry tore his eyes away from you, scanning the room around him. Instead, he caught Ron’s eye from across the room. His best friend was smirking widely, and he said something to Neville, Dean and Seamus, who all immediately turned to look at him. They all wore matching expressions at the sight, and Seamus brought two fingers from each hand to his mouth, whistling loudly at him. Harry frowned, but his eyebrows immediately furrowed in pleasure as he felt a moan bubble in his throat.

“Baby.” Harry pleaded, looking down at you.

You hummed against his skin, only separating from him when a hand on your hip pushed you away from him. “Come here.” He guided, his hand snaking into yours to pull you away from the heart of the common room. Taking the opportunity to look around, you spotted your boyfriend’s roommates, who wiggled their eyebrows at you suggestively. Scoffing, you let Harry guide you into the common room’s corner, where he didn’t hesitate to press you up against the wall, slamming his lips against yours. With a squeak, you returned Harry’s kiss, parting your lips to let him glide his tongue against yours with a newfound hunger. Both your hands came up to grip Harry’s shirt, your fingers digging creases into the fabric.

Your boyfriend pressed his body against yours, wedging a thigh between your legs. Breaking the kiss, Harry took inspiration from your past actions, moving his wet lips to your neck, working past the kisses to suck hickeys onto your skin, biting you gently. You snaked a hand through Harry’s hair, tugging softly as your nails massaged his scalp. Biting your bottom lip, you suppressed a moan, but couldn’t help your cry of Harry’s name. Harry broke away from your neck, leaving your neck wet with his saliva. His lips glistened in the dim lights of the common room and your mouth dipped open, eyes shining with desperation.

“I love you.” You whimpered, and Harry looked at you lovingly, pressing his lips against yours in a short kiss. He pulled away, then pressed another kiss to your lips. Then another. And another. “I love you so much, my love.”

“Kiss me again.” You begged, trailing your hand underneath Harry’s shirt. He shuddered at your cold touch but complied to your request, dipping his head down to press his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, melting against your boyfriend’s body.

Suddenly, a loud cry broke you two apart from your bubble. “Harry, stop hogging her.” Lavender, clearly pushed to act on account of Hermione and Ginny, who were giggling a couple of meters away, yelling for you to join them, but you shook your head at her, wrapping your arms tighter around Harry’s body. “Oh sod off Lav! Wait- our dorm is empty, right?” Hermione, listening in on the conversation, shook her head frantically. “Well, it is! But-“ You pushed yourself off the wall, holding a hand out for Harry to grab. He did, and you led him up the stairs to the dormitories, calling out “Don’t worry Mione, we’ll be asleep by the time you guys come up!”

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[whattheheckmidoriya]

A Day Out

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Description: You finally get Levi to leave the house; he's still reluctant to follow along.

Warnings: None really! No spoilers, no angst!

Author's Note: Hello HELLO, beautiful people! Had this one sitting in my drafts for MONTHS, so I had to just finish it and put it out there :") So sorry if I'm rusty with my writing— life's been a little rough, but I'm trying!

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“Why did you bring us here?”

The annoyance and skepticism in his voice wasn't lost on you, his tone clipped though not entirely unkind as you parked the car.

A soft breath escaped your lungs, your fingers clenching and unclenching over the steering wheel. You met his gaze, your head tilted away from the sunlight that pooled in from outside.

“Just wanted to get you out of the house,” you huffed, your voice soft as if trying not to spook him away. A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “You've become quite the hermit.”

Levi couldn't help but scoff at your words, his arms crossed in silent defense. Mismatched eyes glared at you, though his expression lacked its usual fire. “I'm not a damn hermit.” he grumbled, brows pulled together in slight annoyance.

Your fingers drummed over the steering wheel, their rhythm steady, unwavering. A reply didn't come from you— well, not immediately. There was something about this moment that simply…needed to be.

The sun lingered low in the sky, nearly kissing the horizon. A tease. Almost bidding goodbye, though not yet. The sound of waves dancing over the shore filled the air, creating a semblance of peace, tranquility.

Your gaze on his, there was no denying how years of weariness had settled over his very being. This man— this hard-headed, smart-mouthed killer— seemed... so tired. The scowl on his lips had softened slightly, the sharpened glare eased into something gentle.

A breath tumbled past your lips, and your hand found his, offering a gentle squeeze. He tensed for a moment, almost twitching as if ready to pull the scarred hand away, but he stayed still.

He always did this. It didn't matter which hand you reached for, his instincts screamed at him to hide, to recoil. But...he always fought against it.

"You've been cooped up for too long," your voice came in a quiet breath, softened by concern and care.

Levi argued, though it sounded pitiful to his own ears. "I go out,"

With a roll of your eyes, you shook your head. "Only for the restoration efforts," you huffed. "You— you need to live, Levi. I..." you faltered slightly, your heart aching. "Stop hiding, please. We finally get to do what we want, and I...I want to do it all with you."

Something in him shifted then. Something subtle. Something almost impossible to see. Something he know only you would be able to notice.

He nodded quietly, his brows twitching. A subtle sign of his internal struggle.

"I know it's not easy," you said, gently moving to brush his hair away from his eyes. It's longer than usual...you couldn't tell whether you found it endearing or concerning. "Living in this 'new normal', not knowing where to go how to fit in, how to cope..."

Something in you ached as he leaned into your lingering touch, almost seeking comfort. Instinctively, your hand moved down to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing the scarred skin. "But you don't have to do it alone."

Silence settled in the air between you, soft, fragile and almost sacred. How strange, no? How the right words could make such a flickering moment suddenly stand frozen in time. He didn't mind this shared taste of eternity with you.

"So you brought me to this shitty beach?" Levi murmured, his voice void of any real annoyance.

With a nod, your lips quirked into a wry smile. "So I brought you to this stupid, shitty beach."

He swallowed thickly, his jaw ticking slightly. Maybe it was his worsening eyesight or simply the way the sunlight captured your features, but you looked so ethereal to him. Unreal. Too...precious. It made him nervous— uncomfortable, even— to think of how uncharacteristically fond he'd grown of you.

It terrified him.

"Sand stinks," he grumbled under his breath.

A huff of amusement escaped your lips. "Sand doesn't stink,"

Levi tried again, his head tilted slightly. Perhaps he'll be able to talk himself out of this. "It's messy and gritty and—"

"And it washes off." You finished with a smile.

Damn it, he couldn’t win. Not like this. What a fool he turned out to be, so quickly disarmed by that stupid smile of yours.

"The water's gonna feel nice, I promise," you say, trying to convince him. "Not too warm, not too cold."

Levi hummed. "Just right?" He'd be lying if he said the thought of getting into the water didn't sound nice.

As your fingers continued to caress his cheek, you snickered softly. "Yeah, just right."

He couldn’t stop himself from grumbling under his breath, that hint of inner struggle came spewing out of his lips with a stubborn glare to catch. It was only a matter of time before he caved, he knew. Of course he would. Because it's you.

And he could never say no to you, not really.

With a defeated huff, he conceded, thunderous eyes softened into something almost tender. "Fine," he grumbled without any real annoyance. "But only for an hour— then we're going home."

Your eyes brightened at his surrender, but there was no loud cheer, no fanfare tumbling past your lips. He always seemed to shy away at that.

So instead, you nodded with feigned nonchalance as you reached for the bag you'd packed for the day. "Yeah," you said calmly, failing to fully bite back a smile. "One hour. Done deal."

Levi rolled his eyes, trying but failing to ignore the warmth that bloomed somewhere deep in his chest. It's so strange, he thought. This feeling of...he didn't know what. But it tickled something in him, made him tense with the unfamiliarity of it. It always seemed to happen when he was around you.

He didn't dwell on that fact too much— scared of what it means.

"Let's go before you make me regret agreeing this." He said at last, scarred hands moving to undue his seatbelt.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but...maybe this—sunlight, water, sand, you— was all he needed.

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[aurel1awrites]

stop it i love everything post war

[flwrbo]

through the eyes and from the soul

levi ackerman x reader (2.9k words)

you and levi are great at communicating through wandering hands and eye contact. the problem is learning to communicate through words. tldr ; i was listening to acts of service by doja cat & situationship levi ackerman happened at 3am. cw : smut mdni, levi is bad at feelings, some fluff and cuteness

“Dating” Levi was weird. He was never clear about what his intentions are, though in all fairness, you’re not even sure he knows. All you know is that you two enjoy each other’s company. And, well, just each other to be crass. You had one problem, though.

You knew loud and clear that you liked Levi. Sure, it had started as some tension relief because, to be honest, you never expected Levi to have the capabilities of desiring more. In all of your years of knowing him, you never saw him even hint at being romantically interested in someone, let alone proudly claiming them as his partner.

But you’ve also never seen him cuddle someone, or kiss their forehead, or hold their car door open for them. So you have clearly stepped into the realm of the unknown. The problem is that your weird situationship is ominous to everyone, and you’re no exception to that lovely fact. Levi doesn’t discuss feelings with you, not through words. He never explicitly tells you he appreciates you for making his tea before a meeting, but instead brings you a nice cup of coffee from your favorite cafe when he sees you the following morning.

A man like Levi is an enigma. You’re on a decent basis with him. You know the important things; he likes his tea without any sweetener. He hates crumbs in the bed and will delay going to sleep to throw the bedding into the washer. He has a soft spot for cats, but is unfortunately extremely allergic to them. He loves it when you look at him through your eyelashes. Whether he likes you enough to make anything official? Evidently not.

You’re not sure why this bothers you so much, as you have never been one to crave a long-lasting partnership. All you understood was that life with Levi was comfortable. He came over, you two ate and kept each other’s minds busy from the daunting reality of your lives, your couch became a hub for cuddling, and mind-blowing sex would ensue. He’d use all your fancy soaps in the shower, tuck you in, and let you play with his hair. And then he’d be gone in the next hour with no loving words exchanged in between meet-ups. Just casual conversation as if those days never happened. But they would keep happening, and happening, and happening until there was more time together than apart in the week.

If you compliment him too much, he’ll go quiet and leave earlier than he usually does. He’s only recently taken to initiating non-sexual physical contact. A hand lifting your legs onto his lap. Pushing your hair out of your face. Forehead kisses were his most recent addition, and that was by far the most troubling to date.

He hadn’t realized you were awake when he did it. It was one night after you watched one of his favorite movies from his childhood that he used to watch with his mother. Leaning into one another turned into you lying in his lap as he played with your strands between his fingers. After the movie ended, one thing led to the next. You made more eye contact than you usually did as he gave it to you slowly and deeply, fingers interlocked as though he were worried you would slip out of his grasp. It was passionate. And caring. Neither of those was a feeling you were used to when it came to Levi. He ended up staying a little longer than usual that night, and you were half tempted to stay up just to see if he would really sleep beside you.

He hadn’t planned on it. But the disappointment you felt when he quietly rustled to get up was quickly replaced by a drop in your stomach when you felt a presence looming over you - a quiet pause, as though he were hesitating over something. And then you'd felt it; his soft lips pressing to your forehead so gently you'd thought you might be dreaming already. You only knew it was real when he exhaled softly against the skin there. He didn’t pull away immediately in regret, which was surprising to you. You fluttered your eyes open softly, the two of you peering at one another, the moon sprinkling glitter into your irises. You didn’t say anything to each other, eyes searching over each other’s faces. He finally pulled away after a prolonged pause to put his jacket on to leave, presumably. Your hand instinctively reached out to grab onto his sleeve. “Just stay,” You looked up at him with sleepy eyes through your eyelashes. He’d relented without too much of a push, slipping his shirt off before climbing into bed. Before you fell asleep, you only had one thought in your mind as you slipped off into the best sleep of your life. “Fuck.”

That was a week ago; it was as though you both had mentally decided not to talk about it. But it meant something to you. You realized in that stomach-churning moment in the middle of that night. One, you really liked it when he kissed your forehead. Two, you wish you were able to read the thoughts racing behind his eyes. Three, he was absolutely earth-shatteringly beautiful. Four, and the hardest to grasp of them all, you liked him. Like, really liked him. Again: Fuck.

You needed to push it down, pretend it never happened. Tuck it under lock and key. The days pass by day by day without incident, and even though nothing out of the norm really happened, you couldn't help but overread into every situation. You found yourself getting nervous around him for the first time in, well, ever. You were never overly concerned with Levi’s perception of you, as long as he deemed you attractive enough to fulfill his role as your “not really boyfriend,” ; that was enough for you. That was until you saw the starlight illuminating your face as he spoke silent words to you through his eyes. As though confusion slowly unclouded into self-assurance. And then acceptance.

His acts of service didn't change throughout the week. He still bought food for dinner, brought coffee when you were meeting up in the morning, and washed your dishes after a meetup while you were in the shower. He was great at playing the role of being your boyfriend without emotionally buying in. You came to a sharp, sudden conclusion that you wanted that to change.

Absurd, coming from you. Had you told your friends you had feelings, real feelings, for someone, they’d be shocked. Much less if the sentiments in question were for your situationship, who you’d sworn up and down was just a friend who you occasionally boned on your couch after he fed you dinner.

Of course, none of this was actually as casual as you had made it out to be. You’d realized that after attempting to rationalize everything in your mind. The next day, he came well into the night.

“Room service,” He’d grumbled, walking past you with a brown bag in hand. Despite his less-than-enthusiastic tone, his actions showed otherwise. The logo on the takeaway bag came from one of your favorite restaurants that was located all the way across town. You never fit time in your schedule to treat yourself to it, between Levi and your full-time job, so any chance to get it was a gift in itself.

Your eyes shone like lamps as your body perked up. “Is that from Lillie’s?” You watched as he unwrapped his scarf from his neck.

He waves the bag a bit in his hand as he bounds towards the coffee table. “Don’t thank me too much. I had to meet up with the old geezer today, so I was in that area already.” He opens the boxes and heads towards the kitchen. No need for permission or guidance; He knows where everything is.

Jeez, Kenny? No wonder Levi seems a little more tense than usual. He’d told you about his relationship with the older man in the past, with more bad things to say than good. You grimace as you walk into the kitchen, pulling some glasses out to prepare some drinks. “I’m sorry to hear that. You know, you don’t have to come all the time. I mean- I want you to, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. We’re not contractually bound. I mean, not that I feel like we are, I like having you here, it’s just…” He lets you ramble on as he watches you open a bottle of wine to pour for the two of you.. “I don’t know.”

He watches you pour in silence for a moment as you mentally scold yourself. What an absolute blunder. “The only thing that got me through that meeting with Kenny was knowing I’d get to see you after.” You almost let the bottle slip from your grasp, the glass making a loud clink as the bottle bumps into your glass.

He clears his throat. “Plus, your dorky reaction to this restaurant was the cherry on top.”

He was telling you the truth. He was steaming, leaving the cafe after his meet-up with Kenny. More bullshit comments about his mother, and how they didn’t need to be paying as much money for her assisted living home. He consistently brings that up despite Levi’s promise to his uncle that he would be dead before he downgraded his mother’s comfortable living in the sacrifice of his wallet.

He found himself staring at his watch, mentally keeping track of time. He’d had about an hour and a half to meet you there at his usual time. Kenny’s voice snapped him back into reality. “What’re you so antsy for? Got a hot date after this, or somethin’?” He drawled.

Levi froze for a split second. In all honesty, he didn’t know what he should be calling these nights of yours. All he knew was it was not Kenny’s business. “Something like that,” He mumbled, looking outside. A little sign caught his eye from across the street. Before he realized it, he was calling the server back over for the check. He ignored Kenny’s low whistle as he reached for his card.

You stare down at the wine glasses, thinking of the best thing to say next. What do you do with that information? Why is it so easy for him to say?

“Well, I look forward to seeing you, too. I even clean my bathroom for you every day, you know?”

He rolls his eyes, and an amused smirk creeps onto his face. “Should I give you an applause?”

“No, Lillie’s was a prize enough,” You shake your head, wine in hands as you settle down at the table. The two of you pop on some random stand-up comedy and thirty minutes later, you and Levi are sitting huddled together on the couch. The dishes were already rinsed and put in the dishwasher, despite your efforts to keep the man seated. You’ve pulled a blanket over the two of you and lean onto his chest. Levi speaks up semi-often, mumbling something about the comedian’s conversation topic. To be honest, this man wasn’t holding your attention nearly as much as Levi was. You respond to his comments as he tosses them out there, voice vibrating his chest underneath you. Strong and built, but still extremely comfortable to lay your head on. You’re lulled to a comfortable sleep by Levi’s timbered laugh beneath you.

When you stir next, the TV was off. Levi was still beneath you, fingers playing with your hair. You blink back awake slowly, taking in your surroundings. Levi’s hand pauses where it’s at, silently assessing whether you’ve actually stirred awake or not. You blink up at him, giving a dopey smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t miss much. The first half of his special was exceedingly better than the latter,” He assures you. You turn your head to look at him, his hand landing on your cheek. Neither of you moves a muscle. You must not realize how weak in the knees you made him when you looked at him like that, he thought. Maybe for the better; Knowing you, that would be your next bargaining chip. At first, he was taken aback by you looking through your eyelashes at him. It was something that only really happened when you were on your knees in front of him. Now, with moments like these, he realizes how soft he gets when he sees it. You could ask him for anything with that look on your face, and he’d make it happen before you could snap your fingers. It's dangerous.

In the silence of the moment, the candle you’d lit earlier crackling in the corner, casting shadows onto his face, muted passive traffic sounds come from below, something in you finally snapped.

You slowly moved your body upwards, pushing yourself closer to him, his hand still on your cheek. You glanced at his lips, licking yours in the process. He mirrors your action, throat suddenly feeling dry. Your gaze moved onto his eyes, staring at him, staring at your lips before his met yours.

You slowly move in towards one another, raising a hand up to his hair. His lips fall into yours, soft kisses melting into something heavier. You needed this man so badly. You feel like a fool for taking this long to understand.

You and Levi were no strangers to being intimate with one another. But tonight, something felt different. An electric current was burning between the two of you; you both could feel it in the touches. A little needier, clingier, reeking of desperation. The grip on his hair, his strong hand on your hips as he manhandles you beneath him. The lingering hands after clothes are pushed aside. The way he grips your jaw to keep eye contact with him as he presses into you, slow and passionate, just like that night a week ago. But now, it was like a lightbulb had finally flickered above both of your heads. Such an obvious finish line. He wraps the arm that isn’t holding himself up around your waist as he fucks into you, and you find yourself lost in a mix of passion and exhilaration.

“Levi, I want you.” You groan out, despite him already being inside of you.

He lets out a breathless chuckle, his next thrust being a little deeper and sharper than the last. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”

When you finish up, it’s quiet. Not an awkward quiet, a tranquil one.

He finishes cleaning the two of you off before handing you his shirt and your panties from the ground, before slipping his pants back on. “I meant what I said.” You looked down at a loose thread on your couch. “I want you. All of you.”

He comes to sit next to you on the couch. “I did too. I’m yours. I’ve been yours. I’m shit at emotions, and I can’t guarantee that I’ll be any good in a relationship. All I can promise is that I know I feel strongly for you. This isn’t about the sex,” he shakes his head, looking down at his lap. “I wanted things to be casual in the beginning, and then I found myself forcing myself to get through the day, not just to fuck you, but to just see you. And that scares the shit out of me.”

You finally chanced a look at him, and he’s already looking at you. “That night, a week ago. That’s when it all fell into place with me. Hearing you talk about your mother, the- the forehead kiss,” You can hear him inhale sharply. “I realized that if you went home at that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep.”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “That’s a lie. You were already half out by the time I was gathering my things. To be honest, I don’t know why I did that. It was a test, maybe, for myself to see if what I thought I was feeling was real. Staying the night wasn’t exactly on my to-do list then, but you lured me back in like a siren,” He shakes his head, still smiling. He stands up, and for a moment, you worry he’s going to leave again.

“If I don’t shower in the next five minutes, I’m gonna get cranky.” He declares.

“You’re always cranky,” You mused, looking up at him. “So…” He stares down at you, head slightly tilted to the side. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?” Doe eyes are looking towards him like you can read his mind.

His face feels a bit hot. “Yes. If you’d be so inclined,” He puts a hand on your cheek, leaning down to kiss you there. “You know, every time you look at me like that, I can never say no. It’s like you’re some witch succubus that can get me to agree to anything.” He begins walking towards your bedroom.

You get up to follow him. “I know,” you let out a small laugh to yourself. Of course, you know. It’s one of your favorite traits, like a universal key to a lock. You’ve never been so happy to see that door finally open, after all this time. And after you both shower together and finally crawl into bed, Levi doesn’t move a muscle, even after an hour. And by the time you’re falling asleep, you realize he’s not going anywhere.

[delirious-donnaarchived]

an: thanks to s. for the request for some comfort with our glorious short king, Levi. I really hope you enjoy this 💜

pairing: Levi Ackerman x female reader (wc 1.8k)

warnings: SFW with the barest hints of playful suggestion, Levi is blunt as usual, canon au, implied lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort

Requests are semi open -> check here

The captain’s office door loomed into sight along the shadow-laden corridor, most of the lamps having been extinguished or turned low given the lateness of the hour, but not his. Warm amber framed the door, the candles from inside illuminated through the cracks of the frame, a beacon drawing you closer.

Levi was still awake and by the walls you were glad of his habit to burn the midnight oil, especially tonight.

Sleep had alluded you. Instead, you replayed every little interaction from the day, stewing on them until they were twisted into much larger mountains than what they started from. Then memories of other failures crept in too, adding to your mental torture. It was safe to say that today had been a hellish day, and honestly, you couldn’t point to any one thing to explain why. It was just one of those days where nothing went according to plan.

Dressed only in a nightgown and wrapped in a crocheted shawl gifted to you on your last birthday, you tiptoed gingerly along the hall, picking your way carefully so as to avoid the places where splinters might spear an unsuspecting victim. You raised a fist to gently knock only to pause, your lip caught between the edge of your teeth.

What if he turned you away? Told you to go back to bed. What if he wasn’t alone?

As if he sensed your inner doubtful monologue, a voice called out—unwavering and full of authority.

“Enter.”

Given that you were not in the habit of disobeying orders, you grasped the highly polished brass handle and the snick of the door catching loosened the contents of your stomach into a swirling maelstrom.

It was warm inside, inviting even, the smell of camomile tea mingled with the open ink pot and the dying embers in the fireplace hissed softly as the coals lost the remnants of their energy. Despite the ambient heat, you pulled the shawl closer around your shoulders and ducked your head to the man sat behind the desk.

Levi glanced up and his grey eyes warmed, faint lines crinkling in the corners even if he didn’t look to be smiling. This was not uncommon, and long had you mastered the ability to read his every tiny micro expression with reasonable accuracy. He let his pen drop to the crease of his open journal and canted his head ever so slightly.

“Good evening, love. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asked evenly, the earlier authority of his voice mellowed into mere intrigue.

“I should ask you the same thing, Captain, and how did you know I was outside?”

He hummed, the shadow of a smile gracing his face and only serving to make him look all the more handsome, not that he needed the help. Instead of answering, he lifted a hand and flicked his wrist in your direction, beckoning you close.

Another order you were not going to disobey.

Your fingers traced the bevelled edge of his pristine desk, his eyes following your every move, assessing silently. Levi pushed his chair back, reclining to afford you the room to climb onto his awaiting lap.

Instantly, you felt better, soothed by his presence. The shadows encroaching on your mind receded in the wake of his inner light and strength.

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, nose burrowing into your hair just as his hand secured at your waist. The scent of his soap invaded your nose, the ascot at his throat tickling your cheek and for the first time that day you felt the tension melt out of your shoulders. He was your haven.

“Your feet,” he said, drawing a frown to your face.

“What about them?”

“You asked how I knew you were outside. I could see the shadow of feet beneath the door, and only you or Erwin ever visit this late. The Commander would not have hesitated, so I knew it was you.”

“Oh.”

For a long moment, you basked in the silence.

The negative thoughts of earlier dissipating with the stroke of his elegant fingers down each notch of your spine. He asked for nothing and took so little. Whether he knew it or not, Levi had come to be a beacon for you. The person you sought out when times were hard, and who you looked to when you are uncertain.

Whilst your relationship with the captain was far from common knowledge, it was not a secret either. In truth, the definition of what the two of you were had never been formally discussed and you didn’t feel like it was needed, not yet, not when things were still so turbulent. There were far more important things to deal with and honestly, that was okay. Moments like these made up for the unknowable future.

“Something bothers you,” he stated, not needing it to be a question when he could read you like an open book.

The tightness of your shoulders and the weariness around your eyes when you first entered his office were more than enough evidence to your current state. Levi was not the most subtle of men when it came to speaking, but you liked his directness, it was a balm when the potential for misunderstanding lurked between every word—spoken or not.

He wasn’t demanding an explanation, only stating a fact. Since you weren’t sure you could verbalise the jumble of thoughts dragging your mood down, all you did was nod in agreement, snuggling deeper into his chest. Your palm smoothed over his stiff shirt, the collar starched and the creases ironed with meticulous attention. The gentle thump of his heart thrummed against your fingertips, steady and even, calming.

No wonder so many looked up to him, even if he regularly terrified the newer recruits. He never wavered in his dedication to his beliefs, and the conviction he used to bolster his… less than savoury words were from the heart. He may not give the kind of awe-inspiring speeches such as those of Commander Smith, but when you asked Levi a question, you would always receive an honest answer, whether you liked it or not.

“I’m pleased you came to me, my love… it means a lot that you trust me when you’re vulnerable. I’m not going to ask you what is wrong, although you’re free to explain if you want, but I am going to ask if you need me to kick anyone’s ass.”

You chuckled at the thought, the molten steel lacing those final words more than enough to remind you that Levi Ackerman was not to be trifled with. His fingers stilled, pressing deeper into your side and the curve of your shoulder like you might slip right through his fingers if he didn’t hold onto you tightly. It was far from uncomfortable; it was exactly what you needed.

“No ass kickings necessary, promise. My head just feels a little messy is all… I couldn’t empty it enough to sleep and the longer I stared at the ceiling, the more annoyed I got. Then I was thinking about when I nearly smacked into the side of the storeroom during ODM training last week and…” you paused to take a breath, blowing it out slowly through your nose. “I think you get the gist.”

“Tch… that accident was because you weren’t focused on where you wanted to go. I was watching you and your eyes kept finding me even though you knew you should be trying to improve your forward momentum by using your bodyweight as well as the gear,” he said matter-of-factly, following up his gentle reprimand with a flick aimed between your eyebrows.

“Can you blame me? You look good in your training gear, and I was reminiscing about the morning where we—”

Levi hushed you, bouncing one leg until you were giggling once more and clutching at his shoulders for stability. “You’ll end that sentence right there. Now is not the time for those kinds of thoughts. Walls have ears, remember.”

You peered up at him from beneath your lashes, internally cheering when the colour of his cheeks took on the faintest pink hue. The corners of his lips twitched, and you couldn’t believe how much your mood had lifted in only a few moments in his presence. The temptation of sleep, which had hiding from you, edged closer and you could feel the weight of it pressing upon your eyelids.

“Let me finish this last entry and I will take us both to bed, okay?”

It took all your remaining energy to simply nod; fingers twisted into the front of his shirt whilst the steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat lulled you to sleep. Levi picked up his pen, dipped it into the ink and resumed his writing. The faint scratching of the nib against the thick paper was a pleasant tickle to your ears and soon enough, you were fast asleep.

Levi tried his best to focus on what he was recording, but it was desperately difficult. The allure of your soft body curled into his drove him entirely to distraction. At last, the final sentence was inked into the page, and he was able to eat his fill of you.

The dying candlelight flickered across your skin in a mysterious dance, highlighting your cheekbones and nose, the perfect curve of your mouth. Oh, how he wanted to kiss that sweet mouth and expel any lingering doubts in your brain, leaving you empty headed and blissed out… but there would be times for that later.

He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was pleased you came to him; pride puffed his chest outward that you had grown to trust him this much and whilst he wished he could rid you of any and all negative thoughts, that wasn’t reasonable. All he asked was that you were honest with yourself and him about how you felt. Nothing good ever came from bottling up emotions. Advice that he himself needed to take.

As he stood slowly, arms cradled behind your back and under your thighs, he vowed to do better. Levi let a smile slip onto his lips when you mumbled his name in your sleep and pressed your nose deeper into the ascot at his throat. He wouldn’t wash this one for a while, wanting to keep your intoxicating scent imprinted on the fabric for as long as he dared.

“Sleep, sweetheart. For tomorrow is a new day and the sun will rise just as we will continue to push forward. I’ll make this a better world… for you.”

[leviraaaaaa]

"Lev?"

"Yes?" Levi looked up to see you leaning against the door, swaying on your feet. He sighed, realizing how drunk you must be. The night air was sweet, it flowed through your hair as you tried to adjust the stray strands.

You grinned sheepishly, stumbling over to him with unsteady feet. Levi sat up straight, ready to catch you if you fall.

"Whatcha doing out here alone?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head. Loud sounds came from the interior, voices and music tangling together. A lot of people was here in the usually empty house today.

"It was too loud inside." Levi replied. It was true. But perhaps not wholly. A tiny part of Levi knew he was avoiding you really.

Now wasn't that strange? Avoiding his newly-wed wife? On his wedding night?

But that was the problem.

It had been hours since he murmered the vows with you, your hands in his. It had been hours since then, but he still couldn't quite believe it. He still flinched every time his eyes fell on the gleam on his fingers.

It was a quite small wedding really. Go to the church, say your vows, then come back home with the guests. There weren't a lot of people left in you and Levi's life to invite, but there was still a handful. The brats, along with some Marleyan friends and acquaintances, the house was filled.

Levi had stayed in for the first few hours, talking to people, watching you talk to people. But then it became all too much. The questions, the teasings–it was too much. It was already too much for him, the bare concept of it, the fact that you were truly his now, it was all too much.

It felt like a dream, truly. You looked like a dream.

And he was so scared any second he might wake up.

So he stepped out, leaving you with all your friends as you laughed your head out at something Jean said. You gave a worried glance at Levi when he was leaving the room, but he only nodded, a gesture that all was well. Levi only needed to breathe a damn second.

What am I doing here? He thought.

What is she doing here with me?

This isn't how it should've been. You shouldn't have been stuck with him. You deserve better, someone whole, not..not someone as fucked as he was.

But yet there you were, clad in white with the brightest smile in your face. All throughout the day, he had not seen that smile fade once.

A girl like you had chosen him. Chosen him to spend your life with.

You were his now.

"I was always yours." You had told him right after. "I'd dedicated my heart for you, back in the first day of scouts, don't you know?"

He had wanted to run away then. Get the hell out of there because he didn't deserve the way you were looking at him.

He never did.

But here he was.

"Hey!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Heyyy! Earth to Levi?"

"Yes?" He looked up startled, broken from those parasites in his head. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking." You tutted disapprovingly.

Levi stared at you, scowling at how red your face was. "God, brat. How much did you drink?"

"I did not!" You gasped dramatically, hands flying to your chest as you clutched your heart. "I'm just..tipsy."

"You're going to be so fucking hungover tomorrow." He shook his head. "Just tipsy, huh?"

"Yes." You said defensively. "Also it's not my fault, Reiner made me drink."

"Of course he did." He sighed.

You put your hands on your hips, staring down at him. Then suddenly you leaned down, peering closely at him with parted lips and squinted eyes, head tilted with curiosity, like you were just seeing him now for the first time.

Levi instinctively leaned back. You were too close. "What?"

"Levi." You mutter.

"Yes?" He asked warily. You and your randomness wasn't anything new to him but it still leaves him on his toes everytime. Specially when you're drunk, there's no telling what you might do.

You observed his face with such intensity he felt warmth flooding his cheeks. You pulled back, finally seemed to have made up your mind on something.

"I think I like you a little."

Levi almost snorted then. Trying his best to hold back the smile that was tugging on his lips, he scoffed. "A little? Brat, you're married to me."

The information was absolutely new to you, it appeared. You pondered on his words, thinking closely. "Hmm" You hummed. "Yes. I think I like you a lot now that you mention it." You grinned. You didn't quite remember what he was talking about but you liked it. Being married wouldn't be bad.

"I know." His lips quirked. Such a rare sight.

Such a pretty sight, you thought.

"Do you like me?"

"Hm? Actually, no I don't think so. Not really."

You pouted. "But you're married to me too."

He reached for your waist, pulling you to his lap. Your legs straddled him. "Is that so?"

He smiled.

"Actually, I think I love you."

You grinned widely at the response, butterflies bursting in your stomach and your face flushed. "You're a simp."

"Definitely." He kissed your forhead. "For you? Definitely."

"And clingy."

"Shouldn't have married me then."

"You love me?"

"I love you."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"I changed my mind. I think I like you a whole lot. This much–" You streched your arms wide to show him the amount.

"You don't love me? You said you did."

"I did?" You squinted, considering his words. You let your fingers trace his face, running them over his scars. "You have a pretty face. So I must do."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"A whole lot."

"So you love anyone with a pretty face?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?" You paused. " No. Not sure. They don't have faces like you. "

A small smile. You stared wonderingly. The moonlight shone bright across his face and you wondered if this was an angel.

An angel said he loved you.

"You love me?" You repeated the question again.

"I love you."

"That's... nice of you."

He snorted. "How generous of me huh?"

"I'm married to you?"

"Yup. Just today."

"Forever?"

"Definitely."

"So you're mine?"

"Yours."

"You're so nice." You stared at him. His gray eyes gazed into yours. "Can I kiss you?"

"Do you want to?"

You nodded. You wanted to. You really, really wanted to. The silvery moonlight carressed his lips and you wondered if he tasted like stars.

"Im yours, aren't I?"

You gave him a shy smile. But slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward. Pressing his lips against his. Then pulled away.

"They're so soft" wonder dripped your voice.

His face heated up a little. His ears turning red. "You should get drunk more often." He murmured.

"I'm not drunkkk," You whined, leaning again to kiss him. You held it longer this time, feeling him press back against you. Euphoria spread through your blood, mixing with the already existent alcohol. You lost all ability to form coherent thoughts, not that you had much ability today. And When you pulled away, you felt happiness. In the purest form.

"You're the nicest person I've ever met."

It was him to lean forward this time, and he didn't let go.

"I hope so."

A whisper against your lips.

@sad-darksoul

[leviraaaaaa]

Mornings. (Levi x reader)

::postwar!Levi/domestic!Levi, working reader::

"...Lev?"

"..hm?"

He hummed softly. He had his head buried in your chest, arms wrapped around your stomach, his eyes closed.

You smiled a little at his sleepy voice, running your hands through his black hair, the soft threads tangling around my fingers, your nails scratching his undercut. You looked down at his peaceful face and almost considered shutting up, just to let him be in peace.

"You gotta let me go, you know. I have work to do."

"...its the fucking weekend, shut up."

"I have a paper and I have a deadline."

"Don't care."

His arms tightened around you, digging his face deeper.

"Come onnn," You squirmed against his hold, laughing. "I promise I'll be done quickly. The rest of the night, I'm totally yours."

"...mine?" He looked up through heavy lashes.

"Mhm. Let me go?"

He did. Groaning, he let you go and rolled over. "One of these days, I might just burn those damn papers down."

You sat up properly, swinging your legs over the bed. It felt surprisingly empty now that you didn't have him so close to your heart anymore. You leaned over to him to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Mhm, don't worry, you're still my number one."

Just as you were about to stand up though, arms snaked around your waist. And before you knew it, you were pulled back into the bed. His body embraced you, your legs caged between his.

"Hey–we talked about this—" You laughed, trying to escape his iron grip around your waist.

"Kiss." He mumbled against your neck.

"What? I gave you one."

He shook his head. His soft hair brushed my ears, sending tingles over me. "No, that wasn't a proper one."

"You're clingy"

"And you love me."

"That I do." You laughed.

"You also didn't say that after you woke up."

"I just did."

"No you didn't. You didn't say the words."

"Is that my crime? Is that why you imprisoned me?" You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, your back pressing against his front. He held you so hard you could barely move against him. You felt him nod.

You tried to turn around. "I say I love you to you like every 5 minutes the whole day."

"...thats not the same thing. Morning one's are special." He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "It means you think of me when you wake up."

"Levi." You snorted. "I wake up right next to you everyday, how could I not?"

"...not the same thing." He mumbled.

"Okay, fine." You accepted defeat. "I love you. So so much. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that. I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper kiss. I'm sorry. Yeah?"

"Hm." You felt his lips against your throat. Instinctively, your head tilts to give him more access. "Still not letting you go."

"Why not?" I apologized."

"Don't care. I'm more important than papers."

"Of course you are, but-"

"Shh." His hand covered your mouth. "I'll help you finish it, so just...stay with me."

You considered. He was too warm, felt too perfect against you for you to actually even try and struggle. You sighed.

"I'll hold you to it you know."

He only hummed.

"You know, you can't just hold me down whenever you feel like it." You turned around, pressing your forehead against his. "You're going to get me fired one of these days."

Levi exhaled.

"You're mine anyways. Everything about you." He peered at you through half-lidded eyes. "Mine, you said so."

"Yours." You confirmed.

Nobody else was even worth looking at when you had him like this.

@sad-darksoul

[chibi-tokki]

5am shifts are the bane of your existence for two reasons: one, you were up before any sane human and two, you would miss waking up with levi. miss the sleepy kisses hello and soft sighs as you both stretch away the night but the pay was just too good for those two hours before shop opens so you suffer through it because rent, bills, food, living.

you’re always quiet, afraid to wake up your lover from his sleep (he wakes up regardless of how quiet you are. the movement of the bed then the soft glow of light from the hallway has him conscious but not yet awake and moving) when you come back from your shower, he watches you dress and put on make up for the day before rushing around to find socks and your shoes. finally dressed and ready, you lean over the bed and press a kiss to his forehead wishing him a goodbye and good morning. levi loves the little routine (not that it happened very often but he loves the way you were so conscious of the fact he was still sleeping and didn’t want to wake him) however today you woke up late and didn’t have time to do your make up or go through your skin routine, just showering and dressing at the speed of light but when you leave without a kiss levi is calling to you before exit the room.

“mmm, kiss” his words are slurred with sleep but it has you stopped in your tracks

“yes, baby?” you call over your shoulder

levi feels like a kid whining after you. an arm stretch out from beneath the covers in an attempt to grab you despit the distance. “say bye”

you’re turning back to him. “i didn’t know you were awake”

“but you always say bye. i miss you”

this is one of the few moments levi lets his guard fully slip. in between sleep and not, the vulnerability shines through the rough exterior and it has your heart melting. you quickly rush back to him and lean over him. hands on either side of his head on the pillow you lean in for a kiss. a soft peck at first but as you tilt your head to pull away, levi opens his mouth. lips slipping over his you fall into the kiss, stomach turning as his hand cups your cheek. you pull away far to early for levi’s liking but he knows you have to go, you’re already late.

“bye, pretty boy” you coo and lift away.

“have a good day at work. i love you” levi smiles and retreats his arm under the covers.

“love you too”

[chibi-tokki]

Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.

"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.

"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.

A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'

"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-

"Levi, what are you talking about?'

"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."

"Levi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you belong to me?"

He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."

"And do you think I belong to you?'

"Well, I like to, I hope you do."

"Then I do."

"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”

"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

[aurel1awrites]

he’s such an idiot in love