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pair : levi x fem!reader
warning(s) : pregnant sex, pregnancy (obviously), fingering, a lil vanilla, breeding, cream-pie, squirting, a lil degradation, humiliation , takes place during the paradis vs. marley/paradis invading marley arc

levi skillfully scribbles his signature on another report before grabbing the corner of the paper to set it in his finished pile of work to work on the next one. he's been working nonstop all day. and the day before that, and the day before that. overall, he's just been working hard lately, but not on purpose.
for some reason, his work pile has doubled and he has no time to breathe and sit back. no time to play with your hair. no time for you at all. i guess it's expected, after all paradis has just recently basically invaded marley so there's much to report on.
he feels frustrated, though. you're currently 6 months pregnant, and the only times he can really see you is when he passes by you in the hallway, at meetings, or at bedtime when you are basically half-asleep, body tired from all the heavy stress the baby puts on you.
not only are you emotional due to all of the pregnancy hormones, but you've also been having to take time off from your duty as a soldier/captain, which hit hard because it made you feel useless. and not only that, you can't even really see levi any of these days. he imagines how miserable you must feel.
suddenly, the door to his office is creaked open, followed by soft pats of feet walking towards him. he turns his head around to look at the intruder, only to be met by the relieving sight of you. he raises his eyebrow in confusion, "...it's really late, aren't you tired? you should go to bed." he urges, a little concerned. you're wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown and slippers. you have a light brown cloak draped over your shoulders for comfort. if he looked close enough, he could see the outline of your body underneath. the slippers are a little smaller than your feet, so he assumes they are his. how cute, he thinks.
you don't respond to any of his words. you waddle over to him, and when you finally reach him, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "i miss you, i can't go to bed without you lev'." you pout, eyes full yearning and love. he sighs, today he'll let you off for not going to bed on time. "i know. i miss you too." he replies, hand taking yours so he can place a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.
"no.. not in that way.." you whisper out. levi looks up at you once more, eyebrows raised in confusion. why is your face so red? are you sick? should he call a doctor? his eyes widen with surprise when you take his hand in yours, guiding it down underneath your short dress to your core. you place his index and middle finger against your panty clad pussy. he can literally feel your heat, throbbing with want.
oh, he thinks. he just realized the two of you have yet to even have sex in almost a month. "oh.. i'm sorry y/n." he pitifully says, scowling at your discomfort. "can we..?" you mutter, eyes tearing up. "i want it - you. really bad." you sniffle.
he softly smiles at your desperation. without another word, he pushes your cotton panties to the side, index finger finding your clit, rubbing soft circles. you moan out the contact, arm coming to support yourself on his chair. "lev'.." you cry when his middle finger finds your pulsating hole, slowly entering. his fingers continue playing with your pussy, not long afterwords does he slide his ring finger in as well.
he's teasing you. his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, dragging them in so deep but not deep enough like usual to rub against that spot. "levi.." you cry out, "stop teasing me. please, i need you." this is your breaking point, tears finally flowing down your cheeks.
he lets out a tch at your whining before he suddenly pulls out his fingers, ignoring your cries of displeasure. he places his hands on your waist to guide you on his lap. "you're so pitiful." he says, hands undoing his belt and fly so he could pull his cock out. he pumps it lightly before guiding it to your sopping pussy, sighing with relief when his tip pushes in your warm embrace.
your back arches with that. his hands pull your hips into him slowly before you're taking all of him. hip to hip, he connects his lips with yours, hand coming up to support the back of your nape. he supposes that since your pregnant n'all, he'll be nice and do all the work for you. what a gentleman.
he pulls away, letting you limp your silly head into his shoulder as he rocks his hips into yours. his ears listen to the sounds of your lewd cunt slosh with every thrust of his. "you're so wet. i've barely done anything. kinda shameful of you." he teases, free hand coming to grip at your thigh.
he feels your adorable baby bump rub against his stomach as he rocks into you, hand traveling upwards from your thigh to your bump to rub soft circles. he smiles with pride, your bump has gotten bigger. that must mean it's healthy right? healthy and well-grown.
"how are you going to be a good mother when your pregnant and so desperate for cock?" he bluntly said. "can't even go without a month of cock so you have to interrupt my work and beg me to touch you." you whine at his words, shoulders lightly shaking as you sob in pleasure. "no.. i'm a good mommy. just missed you."
he picks up his pace suddenly, thrusting his hard cock into your cunt so deeply he's finally giving in to your whines and hitting that spot. "no, you just missed my cock, like a bitch in heat." he hisses, eyes clenching shut when he feels your pussy pulsate around him. you're so sensitive, you're practically sucking him in.
he grunts when he feels his orgasm near. "bet you wanna be bred again." he taunts, "bet you wanna be bred so well, like a bitch, hm?" he questions. it wasn't much of a question, though. he already knew your answer.
like clockwork, you instantly shake your head, mindlessly babbling words of affirmation and pleas. "yesh- i wanna." you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm hits you when he assaults your sensitive spot so roughly. "of course a whore like you would." he spits out. "can't even make a full sentence because of your stupid mommy brain."
suddenly, he's forcing you to take him as deep as possible as he cums deep inside you, burly hands gripping your hips down. you squeal at the sudden fullness, and before you realize it, you're squirting all over his lap. creating a sloppy mess over his thighs and lower abdomen.
he catches his breath, body stilling as you're limp in his arms. "damn brat." he pants, hand coming to rub soothing circles into your sore back. he places a sweet kiss to your shoulder. he'll remember to set up another office rendezvous again.

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Sex with Levi has always been hot but since he has married you, that increased a 100 times more...
He didn't know what it was, of course, he was always attracted to you but this was something else. Your moans ring around the bedroom as his hands hold your hips tightly, and he pounds into you. You bite into the sheets, your hands desperately gripping the same fabric when you feel his cock hit even deeper inside of you. "Yeah? Right here?" Levi notices the way your body reacts, he knows exactly what you need. He slows his pace so he can hit that spot over and over again. His gray eyes catch a glimpse of the ring on your hand, a reminder that you're his. A groan leaves his lips and he stops moving, cockwarming you, leaning down he kisses up your spine until he is at your ear. "Atta girl. Youre doing so good, baby." He nips at your ear and starts moving again making your pussy clench around him. You try to reach back but Levi pins your arms on the bed, his mouth moving down your back. Before you can react, he pulls out of you with a wet pop and flips you around.
He takes your shaky legs and warps them around him, just like that he is inside od you again. Your back arches, hands grabbing onto his biceps, nails digging in. "Fuck...the way you feel...." His thrusts were brutal like this, he loved missionary because he can see what he does to you, your every reaction, every moan. His hand reaches down to rub your pussy as he continues to fuck you roughly. "Levi! You're so deep!" Yoir vocie is a melody to his ears. "Want me to go deeper huh? Well then..." Levi grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulders. "...my wife will always get what she wants." Kissing your ankle, he begins to fuck you senseless just how you need it. Your body arches, breasts bouncing up and down from the force of his thrusts. When his cock hits your spot this time, you cum, eyes rolling back, mouth agape. "Shit....that's it. Fuck you're a sight." Your husband speeds up his movements chasing his own orgasm, he leans down kissing you hungrily. "Baby.....can I?" He asks, he always did. You nod, holding onto him tightly as he cums inside of you.
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ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ!ʟᴇᴠɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ :)

~ Husband!Levi wakes up before you every single morning. He pads around the house barefoot, starts the kettle, and takes his time preparing tea, one cup for himself, and one exactly the way you like it. He just sits beside you on the bed, watching your chest rise and fall. There’s something calming about the sight of you tucked under the covers, wearing one of his old shirts.
~ Husband!Levi is absurdly territorial, not in a jealous way, but in a quiet, calculated way only people with survival instincts notice. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t argue. He just watches. eyes sharp, jaw tight. When someone gets too familiar with you. He steps closer, hand resting low on your back, fingers lightly tapping your spine. If someone pushes past you in a crowd, Levi’s the type to grab your waist and reposition you next to him with zero hesitation.
~ Husband!Levi keeps your home cleaner than most hospitals, but he doesn’t mind your clutter. Only yours. Your clothes on the floor? He folds them. Your hair in the drain? He scoops it out. You could leave makeup all over the sink and papers scattered on the table and he wouldn’t say a thing, he just cleans around them. He once found your necklace tangled on the bathroom counter and spent thirty minutes undoing the knot before hanging it carefully on your nightstand.
~ Husband!Levi wears his wedding ring like armour. He’s not flashy. He didn’t want some expensive band, and he didn’t want to make a big deal about the ceremony. But that ring? He touches it constantly — when he’s thinking, when he’s irritated, when he misses you. It grounds him. If he has to take it off for work or training, he keeps it in a tiny cloth pouch tucked inside his inner jacket pocket, and he checks for it twice before putting his gear on.
~ Husband!Levi remembers every tiny thing about you, especially the things you forget. He knows your coffee order, your shoe size, what side of the bed you prefer, and exactly how long your bad moods last when you’re sleep-deprived. You’ll mention craving something in conversation, days later, it’s in the fridge. You’ll complain about a headache, he’ll hand you water and your preferred meds before you even ask. He doesn't make a show of it. He just...pays attention
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t verbalize “I love you”, but when he does, it means everything. He’s not careless with words. He’ll call you “brat” or “woman” or “pain in my ass,” but when it comes to the real thing, he doesn’t waste it. He says “I love you” on nights when the world feels too heavy. When you’re curled up in bed, when you’ve had a terrible day, when you’re not even looking at him and he can finally say it without being overwhelmed by your reaction. It’s always low, always gruff. Sometimes it slips out when he’s holding you too tight. Other times it’s whispered when he thinks you’re asleep.
~ Husband!Levi is physical, not in a lustful way, but in a grounding way. He needs to touch to believe you’re real. When you sit beside him, his hand will automatically land on your thigh. When your cooking, he’ll press a kiss to your shoulder. If you’re standing together in silence, he’ll brush his fingers along your arm or let your pinkies link. You once asked him if he even noticed how often he touched you. He stared for a moment and said, “Not really. Feels normal.” And that’s the thing with Levi, touching you isn’t supposed to be showy. It’s instinct.
~ Husband!Levi is surprisingly soft when you're sick or injured—even if you're being a stubborn brat about it. You could be sneezing nonstop, wrapped in a hundred blankets, claiming you’re “fine,” and he’ll just frown and say, “Bullshit.” He’ll monitor your temperature, feed you soup (homemade or not, he makes sure it’s hot), fluff your pillows, and glare at you if you try to get out of bed. The only time he ever truly panicked was when you got hurt badly once, he didn’t say much then, just held your hand until you came to, knuckles white from how hard he gripped you.
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t believe in grand romantic gestures, but you’ll never have to ask for flowers. He brings them anyway. Not for show. Just… when he’s thinking of you. He’ll come home after a long day, toss his coat on the chair, and hand you a small bouquet without saying anything. Sometimes they’re wildflowers, sometimes fresh lavender, sometimes from a stall near work. He acts like it’s no big deal. “Don’t make it weird,” he’ll say as you smile and coo over them, cheeks turning pink. But he likes seeing them in a vase on the windowsill. He glances at them every time he walks by.
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t smile much, not with his mouth, anyway. But with you, his whole face softens. His voice drops a little lower. His brows relax. His shoulders ease. You tell a bad joke, and while he doesn’t laugh, his lips twitch and he shakes his head like he can’t believe he married someone like you. He stares at you sometimes when you’re not looking—long, quiet stares filled with so much weight it knocks the breath out of you when you finally catch him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, grinning. He shrugs. “Just… still figuring out how I got this lucky.”

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😦 ! what is he doing!
rumors say he’s humanity’s best pussyeater 😋
🍒 full version on twt 🍒
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Poor thing I wanna cuddle him
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Have you ever thought about what one..or all of our Levis would do with that recording from the foursome :3 I wonder if it should be Captain Levi on a lonely night, postwar Levi with us, underground Levi back to his place or Marleyan Levi who claimed the tape since he recorded it..or something else :3
OKAY FIRST THEY DEFINITELY FOUGHT OVER IT
and maybe they put it on google drives Or sum and gave access to each other lmaooo
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LEVI AND OURS BABY BOY BEING SUPER CLINGY WITH LEVI. WHEN LEVI COMES HOME HIS BABY SON JUST HAS TO BE CUDDLED BY HIM OR ELSE HE'LL JUST CRY. AND ONE TIME LEVI CANNOT CUDDLE HIS CUTIEPIE BABY WHEN HE COMES HOME BECAUSE HE HAS TOO RUSH TO THE BATHROOM AND THE BABY LOSES IT AND WHEN LEVI COMES BACK HE HOLDS HIM AND BABY DOESN'T LET GO EITHER
CUTIEPIE CLINGY BABYYYYY WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH 🥺😖💓💓💓💓💓💓
Levi doesn’t want to hold his baby with his dirty hands from outside but the moment he enters the house baby boy knows it’s his papa and starts bawling for attention 😦 we have to go calm down our baby while the poor thing shakes with little cries and sniffles, his face buried in our chest, little hands grasping us 🥺 then Levi comes back, unable to help a smile at the sight and kisses us and coddles the baby, shushes him with that deep voice 😖🩷
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A commission I did for the amazing @sixpennydame, inspired by her great and heartwarming postwar Levi x OC fic, North Star. 🐴
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imagine Levi watching you spar with the scouts you’re training and him getting turned on from seeing you fight 🤭 esp because he knows ur gonna win, you just look so hot when you’re fighting, ESP if you’re defending/protecting him

ꜱʜᴏᴡ, ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ
levi ackerman x fem!reader warnings: none :) an: i made the reader a captain, hope you like it!

The sun's high. Blades glint. Scouts circle the field like it's a damn battlefield—but you're the only one commanding attention. Authoritative. Sharp. Covered in dirt and sweat but holding posture like you run the whole damn military. Because, in this ring, you do.
You're demonstrating hand-to-hand combat—real close-quarters stuff. Taking them through weak points, disarming, grounding techniques. And everyone’s watching like it’s gospel.
You’re not smiling.
"Today we cover close combat—techniques to disable your opponent fast,” you say coolly, pacing in front of them. “No showboating. No dragging it out. Fast. Clean. Efficient.”
Levi stands off to the side, arms folded, stoic as ever. But his eyes haven’t left you once.
You demonstrate a basic move, flipping a recruit in under five seconds. The kid groans from the ground. You dust your hands.
“See that? Control.”
Then Miche—of course it’s Miche—pipes up with a lazy smirk, half-joking but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Y’know,” he starts, casual, “if you were ever up against Levi, you’d just have to aim low. Guy’s small. That’s a structural disadvantage.” A few of the scouts laugh under their breath.
You stop moving. Turn slowly. Levi’s eyes flick up from the ground—he knows that look.
There’s a flash in your eye. Dangerous. “So you’re the expert on taking Levi down now?”
Miche shrugs. “Just saying, it’s not realistic.”
“Oh?” you say, wiping your hands on your cargo pants. You start walking toward Miche with this calm, deadly energy. “Is that what you think?”
“Come here.”
Miche hesitates. “Seriously?”
“Now.”
Miche grins, cocky, walking over to you. “It’s basic logic. Shorter reach, smaller leverage—”
You don’t let him finish.
It’s immediate. Brutal. Beautiful. You lunge. Disarm. Sweep. Slam. It all happens in seconds, and suddenly Miche’s on his back in the dirt, wind knocked clean out of him, arm pinned behind his back.
You lean in, low and sharp against his ear. “That’s how you properly take someone down. No matter their height.”
Miche wheezes something unintelligible. You stand and dust your hands off like it was nothing.
Levi exhales slowly through his nose. If anyone looked close, they’d see the slight flush in his neck. His jaw’s tight. His fingers twitch once like he wants to do something with them.
Because you did that for him. You defended him without hesitation. Went full predator mode in front of everyone. And you looked hot doing it.
He can’t stop thinking about how easily you moved. How serious you got. How quick you were to get your hands dirty when someone disrespected him. His chest is tight. His mouth is dry. His pants are—well. Tight.
Levi shifts. Swallows. He’s feeling it now. The ache. The tight coil low in his stomach that only ever appears when you’re like this—unapologetically violent and so fucking loyal.
He should look away. He should. But he doesn’t.
Because the truth is— He’s not just impressed. He’s turned on. Wildly.
By the time it’s over—by the time you dismiss the scouts to go practice and start sauntering his way—he’s practically vibrating.
You lean into him, close, breathless but smug. “All done. Enjoy the show?” you ask, voice low.
Levi doesn’t answer right away. His eyes flicker to your mouth, then back to your eyes. And then he mutters, “Get inside. Now.”
Yeah. Sparring is definitely his favorite training activity now.

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i love how he looks there, love him so much he’s so cute and handsome and hot and perfect and husband and i’m going insane
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Boots drive me insane every time
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Baby Levi head canons
- Kuchel's nickname for him was 'teacup' because he was so tiny and precious 🥺
- he was a very gentle baby, the type who never grabbed at a cat's tail or smacked you in the face
- he had solemn eyes, as if he was already much older and wiser than his years
- but he would also have the sweetest, most angelic smile when something made him happy
- 1000000% a mamas boy. Levi used to potter around after kuchel and help her, like carrying a few socks whilst she held the laundry basket
- was a very colicky baby, and it seemed like he was ill all the time, which made kuchel out of her mind with worry. She would soothe him by holding him, singing softly, and gently patting his back
- basically a mini clone of kuchel. His bio fathers genes didn't even put up a fight
- he used to play with items by putting them in order or something 😭
- he loved to tuck his head into Kuchel's neck 🥺
- he didn't have any toys in the Underground, but he had a little blankie that he slept with every night and he was devastated to lose it when Kuchel passed and Kenny took him and forced him to give it up
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Look at my cute DILF aaaaaaaaaaaa I love him soooooo muuuuchhhhh 😭💘💘💘
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I really love their "doomed demon couple" moment
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my advice for not going insane? try to do something every weekend. go to events, you’ll love events. and not like just hang out with ur friends or go clubbing , no, make a day out of going to some local market by yourself or attend some strange convention event you’ve never heard of. i cannot stress the importance of doing random events on a friday night or saturday or a sunday at r pm for mentally ill people especially if you’re depressed and have been searching for an anchor 2 tether yourself to. attend some events now
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