➺ synopsis: After weeks of being Levi's least favorite talkative regular at the local cinema, he decides to try to shut you up.
➺ contents: janitor!levi, modern au, grumpy/sunshine
➺ warnings: rough oral sex (m receiving), semi-public
➺ a/n: hiiii idk i guess i just needed a break from working on my entries for levi week and got possessed by a demon lmaooo i almost never write one-shots so short but i want to get better at writing smut with minimal plot. literally free me from the need to turn everything into porn with all the plot, so much plot.
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Your first mistake was assuming Levi worked at the movie theater because he loved movies. He did not linger by the doors because he couldn’t miss a good showing. He did it because it was his damn job to clean up after the pigs who came to waste their evenings sitting around in the dark.
Like you. You were always there, every damn week, when the theater screened their showings of pretentiously obscure films for their seasonal program. Levi used to actually enjoy the late shift because hardly anyone came in for those showings. But now—
The movie had been In the Mood for Love. He was trying to do his work as you talked his ear off, as usual, not able to take a hint. You wouldn’t stop using the phrase mise-en-scène. The only way Levi had been able to finally shut you up was by pushing you down onto your knees in the first row of the mezzanine and shoving his cock into your mouth.
He’d had to unzip practically his whole damn jumpsuit to free himself, leaving his top half covered by only his white undershirt. You’d paused—actually paused—in the middle of your praise for “Wong Kar-wai’s sense of composition” to part your lips and present your tongue. He should have known that your silence wouldn’t last long.
“Aren’t you just in love with the film’s color palette?” you sighed dreamily, taking over stroking his nearly fully-erect length languidly with your hand. “God, don’t even get me started on the color palette."
Your tote bag had been flung, forgotten, onto the nearest seat, and your chunky cardigan was already crookedly hanging off your shoulder. Levi made an irritated noise, adjusting his grip in your hair and shoving your mouth back onto his cock.
“You got own damn self started again,” he muttered.
That shut you right up, your lips stretching around him, glossy in the glow of the aisle lights. He watched you blink up at him as your eyes went wide and glassy, spit already gathering at the corners of your mouth. God, you looked like a mess. An infuriating, beautiful mess.
Your hand, so delicate on the base of his cock, gripped tighter as his tip prodded the back of your throat. The other dug into the back of his thigh, nails catching in the thick fabric of his jumpsuit. Levi gritted his teeth as you bobbed in time with his impatient thrusts, interrupted only by your constant, pesky need to keep talking.
“Wong Kar-wai’s lighting is just so perfect at setting the mood,” you tried to say, voice muffled on his cock. “Like, the way the reds and greens just, mmph, play off the shadows—”
Levi twisted his fingers tighter in your hair, hard enough to make you whimper. “Shut up.”
You made a needy sound, trying to move your mouth again, but he didn’t let you, rocking forward until he could feel his cock slide into the tight sleeve of your throat. He held you there with his cock flush against your tongue, feeling you shudder under him. Your eyes blinked rapidly, hands scrabbling at his thighs. Even now, filled to the brim with him, your throat worked, humming around his length. Stubborn little thing. Heat flushed across your face, color blooming down your neck, and Levi wondered if you even realized you were trying to talk around a cock stuffed in your mouth.
The theater was empty, leaving only rows and rows of empty seats to watch your performance. Spit dripped down your chin, glinting under the watery light, and your mascara was starting to smudge. He felt you try to swallow around him, gagging just a little, and finally drew his hips back enough to let you take a breath.
“What was that about the color palette?” he asked, darkly amused.
You blinked, dazed, lips swollen with strings of saliva keeping you tethered to him. “It’s—an emotional thesis,” you gasped. “The fabrics—and… shadows—”
Ridiculous. You were still thinking about movies with his dick down your throat.
“Yeah, sure,” Levi muttered, pressing the head of his cock to your lips
Your tongue lolled automatically to lick the liquid beading at the slit. “The… colors,” you babbled, sounding drunk on it as your palm stroked his balls. “They’re suffused with longing—the way the silk… the pattern motifs…”
He snorted under his breath and let his cock fill you again, guiding you to take him deep. The wet heat of your mouth pulled him in, cheeks hollowing as if on instinct. Levi groaned at the perfect suction as he snapped his hips, chasing his pleasure. Fuck, he shouldn’t have gotten off so easily from the sound of your voice. But he did, every single time, like a fucking Pavlovian response.
The messy, eager sounds you made with his cock in your mouth weren't all that different than the ones you made when you were running your mouth about movies, except now you were wrapped around him, on your way to looking completely ruined. You moaned, swallowing him down. The needy sound vibrated through his cock. Levi clicked his tongue scoldingly. Was that what it took to keep you quiet? To have you kneeling and mindless between the rows, mouth too stuffed full to speak?
“Fuck,” Levi grunted, hips rolling forward. “Cumming.”
That was all the warning you were getting. He felt his balls tighten in your grasp, the pleasure coiling at the base of spine snapping with release as he spilled over your tongue. You took it with a pleased hum, clinging to him as he rode out the aftershocks in your mouth. Levi couldn’t look away as your throat bobbed, swallowing every last drop.
He kept you on his cock a moment longer to make sure you got it all before finally pushing you off. You gasped for air, wobbling on your knees. When you were apparently recovered enough, you wiped at the corner of your lips with your thumb and fixed the shoulder of your cardigan.
“Anyway,” you said breathlessly, “if you ever want to actually talk about the film—”
“I don’t,” Levi deadpanned.
“—I could recommend some reading—”
“No.”
You pushed yourself up onto your feet and reached for your tote bag. “They’re running Stalker next week. You’re going to love how slow it is.”
This time Levi’s only answer was a grunt, but you didn’t seem to notice. He watched you fuss with your bag, digging around until you found your phone, screen lighting up your face as you thumbed out a text. Unbelievable. He tucked himself back into his jumpsuit and pulled the zipper up in one sharp motion.
You looked back at him, grinning, smudged eyes bright. “You’ll see. It’s all about atmosphere.”
He snatched up the broom and trash bag he’d abandoned earlier. “I hate you.”
“Great! See you next week,” you said, whirling around toward the exit.
Levi watched you practically skip up the aisle. “See you next week,” he grumbled.
I’m getting very excited with where this chapter is going. I keep thinking of ways to expand the lore of Neo Tokyo and its characters and it’s really got me hyped up. I hope all this planning will make the wait for this chapter worth it!
I need the reader to be down bad and I mean not even trying to hide it. Just saying the most outrageous shit to Levi because she is manace. Stuff like "You know once this meeting is over, how about you bend me over this desk like a pretzel?" And Levi is flabbergasted but trust me, he does fulfill that wish.
In this au, when Levi was a baby, Kuchel was going through financial difficulties. She wanted a photo of her son’s first birthday, since she didn’t have any pictures of him yet, so she asked one of her neighbors if he could lend her his camera and take a picture of her with Baby Levi.
Hold Still - Levi Ackerman x Gender Neutral Reader One Shot
Summary: Levi is in desperate need of a haircut and you offer to cut it for him. The last thing you expect is for him to accept the offer.
Word Count: 1k
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It breaks my heart that Levi probably cuts his own hair. I wanted to believe he would let the person he loves and trusts most to do it for him. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it♡
Thank you to @levislolita for proof reading and @levionlyyours for hyping me up to write this♡
You had already noticed the Captain’s hair. The longer undercut tickling his ears. The way his fringe kept getting in his eyes. The almost constant motion of his hand pushing it back throughout the day. Hange had even made a joke about him growing it out like Eren.
The first time you mentioned it Levi had answered with a look sharp enough to kill the conversation where it stood. However, it didn't stop his hair from falling back into his eyes five minutes later. You watched him shove it away again as he finished signing the last report, his expression pinched with quiet annoyance.
"You're staring."
You tilted your head at him with a small smile.
"Your hair's annoying you."
"Tsk."
The second time you mentioned it Levi had answered with a long, defeated sigh. He was beyond infuriated that he had not had time to cut it. You said it quietly. Reserved. You had often cut your dad's hair before joining the Scouts. You offered to cut his. As usual, you were met with—
"Tsk."
But the annoyance wasn't there. Not anymore.
The knock at your door was so soft you almost missed it.
"Come in."
You looked up from the book in your lap, surprised to find Levi standing in the doorway. His expression was that of someone on the edge. The slightly longer strands at the nape of his neck stuck out at wild angles behind his jaw.
"You busy?"
You set the book down next to you softly.
"Not particularly."
A brief silence settled between you.
"You still offering?"
It took you a heartbeat to realise what he meant.
"The haircut?"
He gave a single nod.
"If the offer still stands."
A warm smile made its way onto your lips before you could stop it.
"It does."
Before long, a towel was draped over his shoulders as he sat in the chair you'd pulled into the middle of your room. A pair of sharp scissors rested in your hand and a razor on the side table. Levi eyed them suspiciously.
"If I leave here looking ridiculous, I'm blaming you."
You laughed. Something in his posture had softened.
"Trust me."
"Tsk."
You rolled your eyes.
"Come on Captain, just trust me."
"I have a high opinion of competence."
"I know you do. No pressure then."
The corner of his mouth twitched. Only for a second. But you caught it. The ghost of a smile.
The room fell quiet except for the rhythmic snip... snip... snip of the scissors. Your fingers ran through his hair holding it gently to trim away at the wild ends. Every so often, your fingertips brushed against his scalp or ear. Each time you felt his shoulders tense. Loose strands clung stubbornly to the back of his neck. You placed the scissors down and reached for the razor.
"Head down a little?"
Without a word, he obeyed. Your hand moved through his hair, pushing the longer strands forwards and holding them out of the way. Your hand rested on the crown of his head, your palm pressing against him. You paused. You blinked a couple times. His head leaned into your palm. You felt it. Captain Levi Ackerman leaned into your hand. Humanity's Strongest Soldier was letting you cut his hair. Your breath caught in your throat. It wasn't about the haircut. It was about trust.
You moved carefully. With precision. Every time you moved your hand, his head went with you. The undercut slowly returned to its usual clean and neat state. Just the way he liked it.
Your fingertips brushed lightly against the warm skin at the nape of his neck as you dusted away the loose hairs. You knew those would irritate him otherwise. He stayed perfectly still, shoulders relaxed in a way you rarely saw.
"You alright?" you asked quietly.
"Hm."
"I'll take that as a yes."
He didn't say anything back. He didn't have to. A smile found your face as you continued to neaten the edges around his ears. For a little while, neither of you spoke. Neither of you needed to. The silence felt comfortable. Somehow it felt warm.
You set the razor down and walked round to face him. Your lips pursed and eyes narrowed as your hand came up to style the hair. You brushed the hair to the natural part. Both hands, fingers spread wide, ran through either side of the parting. Your heart felt like it shattered. Levi's eyes fluttered closed. His breathing slowed. The crease between his brows eased away. The tension in his neck loosened. He looked... peaceful. You weren't sure you had ever seen him like this before.
You finished styling it and took a small step back, studying your work with the same concentration you had the entire time.
"Done."
Levi opened his eyes, blinking once as if waking from a nap he hadn't intended to take. You held up a small handheld mirror. He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours. He held it up, inspecting the fringe and the edges of the undercut. His hand ran through the top once, the sides falling perfectly above his eye.
"Looks even."
You breathed out a laugh.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
He handed the mirror back without another word. He stood, removing the towel from his shoulders carefully to not drop loose hair all over the floor. He placed it on top of the chair and turned to you.
"I'll come to you next time."
The words felt like being hit mid-air by a Titan. It felt as though the air had been sucked from your lungs. Your heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted to break free. You couldn't think of any words. All you could do was smile. The warm, genuine smile that Levi somehow always managed to get out of you.
He turned on his heel and made his way to the door. Just before crossing the threshold into the hallway, his head swivelled round. His gaze met yours as you were rooted to the spot.
"Tea?"
Your eyes widened.
"Now?"
"You earned it."
There it was again. The ghost of a smile. The slightly upturned lip and tiny eye crinkle you had grown to crave seeing on his features. You nodded once. Some things didn't need to be said. They never had. Trust had always looked more like this.
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