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Levi getting just a lil bit jealous...

“You’ve taken a liking to him.”

Twirling on the spot, you’re met with the sight of Levi staring at the place where Dieter had been standing mere moments before.

“Can you blame me?” You shrug, hooking your arm under his to drag him with you to your room. “Calling me miss and thanking me for saving him and everything.”

“Hm…would you like it if I started calling you miss too?” Levi asks as he lets you lead the way, head tilted as he sends you a curious glance from the corner of his eye.

You let out a snort. “Gosh no. That’d make me sound so old!”

“If anyone’s old of the two of us, it’s me.”

“Old geezer.”

“Oi!”

“You started it-- whoa!”

Without warning, Levi grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder, then proceeds to carry you the rest of the way to your room. 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and a by now familiar tension building in your gut as his fingers dig into your thighs, and you must admit that knowing Levi can throw you around as if you weighed nothing sends a thrill through your body, causing your nerves to stand on end with anticipation.

After entering his office, Levi he slams the door shut behind him, locks it, then heads straight for the bedroom. He throws you onto the mattress, a hand at the back of your head to prevent you from hitting it against the wall behind, then lets himself fall on top of you. 

His lips are on you in an instant, peppering your collarbone, throat, and face with heated kisses as his fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt. You can already feel him, hard and throbbing against your thigh, as well as your own arousal threatening to soak through your underwear and pants.

It’s probably stupid not to use this last night before the mission to catch up on sleep, but oh well…you guess you only live once.

Just a lil excerpt from chapter 39 of my Levi X Reader longfic posted on ao3, if any of you are interested🫶

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100 day art challenge | day 31: clean freak | masterlist

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100 day art challenge | day 30: on wheels | masterlist

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100 day art challenge | day 29: Maid Levi | masterlist

Yeah, so I might have done something👉👈

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100 day art challenge | day 28: tea for your thoughts | masterlist

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Nicknames (AOT x FemReader)

Description: Head cannons on nicknames that AOT men would have for reader and what situations they would use them

Warnings: Fluff, slightly suggestive content

A/N: Oh man it’s been a while since I’ve done and AOT head cannons. Personally I rank Demon Slayer over AOT, which is a hot take 😅, but AOT is still an excellent anime and so I’m dipping back into fanfic writing for it

Erwin Smith:

Gives me standard nickname vibes. To me he’s only going to be using the classics. For everyday use I see him using honey. Like “Honey I’m home” or “Honey come here”. Erwin puts the job first so don’t expect to hear terms of endearment during work, uses them privately

If you’ve been injured, are super sick, or something like that, Baby is coming out of his mouth so fast. He says it so softly too, “Baby I’m here”. This might be the only occasion that he accidentally calls you something other than your name around other people

In a more intimate setting I really see him saying something similar to my love. Being the leader of the Survey Corps it’s hard for him to find the time to be alone and intimate with you so when yall have the time, I see him using soft nicknames. Something like, “My love you are perfect”

For special occasions or rare moments, like holidays or a very very rare day off I see him using darling. He doesn’t use it often, but when he does it melts your heart. Something like “Here darling”, as he hands you your favorite drink. It’s his way of telling you that he cares for you deeply

You groan as you wake up, the last thing you remembered was getting flung backward hard but then it all goes blank. Your eyes open and shut and your face twitches as you come to. The images you see are hazy, but as they come into focus you see a streaks of blond hair. “Erwin..”, you mumble before fatigue starts to pull you back under. Something touches your cheek and you turn your head slightly before forcing your eyes open again. There you find him, his baby blue eyes unmistakable, though you vaguely register worry in them. “Hey baby, I’m right here”, Erwin says quietly ignoring the raised eyebrows of the medical staff. “You got hurt badly, you’re gonna be ok, but you need to rest ok?”, he continues. “Mmkay”, you sigh, sleep heavy in your voice. “Sleep baby”, is the last thing you register before the darkness over takes you again.

Levi Ackerman:

Does this man even use nicknames?? Honestly I see him just saying your name mostly. There are some occasions that he’d use nicknames but don’t expect them often with Levi. The most common one I’d see him using is brat. At first it’s something he says to many people, but with you it turns into something more sweet. I definitely see him using this one when you’re teasing him about something. “Don’t be a brat”, is his go to phrase for that

If someone is bothering you or you find yourself in a dangerous situation , I could see him using my girl. While it’s not necessary a nickname per se, but it’s something he’d use to make it clear you were taken. He’d also say it when he’s impressed with you, sometimes it’s just slips out. I could see Levi saying, “Get your hands off my girl”, or even “That’s my girl”, with a small smirk.

In more intimate settings is the only time you’re gonna hear baby fall from his lips. Like it’s only coming out when he’s in his feels which is extremely rare. So thus it because your nickname mostly during sex. Though it’s hard for him to admit it, he cares for you deeply so when Levi is able to release his pent up emotions it just slips out, something like “Baby you feel so good”

This might be controversial, but if you’ve been injured or are sick or even during a fight I could see him using sweetheart. However he’d only use this in a long term relationship, it’s something that is built up. But if you got hurt I could see him saying something like “Hey sweetheart eyes on me”, it’s not something he says often. So he uses to get your attention as well as to show his care for you

Your first connects with the man’s jaw before Levi even attempts to get up from his seat. It had been a rare night off with your unit, so it was decided you all would grab a beer at a local tavern. Even Levi had decided to come along, much to everyone’s surprise. What started as a fun night, had turned into a bit of sour one as a drunk guy started hanging around you and wouldn’t take no for an answer. You were content on just ignoring him until his hands gripped your ass, that’s when you had finally reached your limit. Anger flashes in your eyes as you land a hard punch, knocking him down. “I said no”, you say loudly, your comrades looking at you with a mix of shock and awe. However your eyes land on Levi, he leans back in seat with a small, but unmistakably sexy smirk on his face. “That’s my girl”, he mumbles as you come to sit down next to him, content on letting you handle the situation yourself.

Jean Kirstein:

Definitely enjoys using nicknames when it comes to you. Is the type of guy who rarely uses your first name and would also be the type of guy to assume you’re mad at him if you use his first name (😂). For everyday use he’s using the classic babe. “Hey babe”, or “What do you want to eat babe?”, are common phrases you’ll hear

When you’re angry or upset with him I feel like he’d say sweetie. Almost like a sad puppy, he’s upset that you aren’t happy with him so he’s trying to be sweet to you. “Sweetie talk to me”, would definitely be something Jean would say

In more intimate moments Jean would be similar to Erwin. He’s not going to hide his love for you so he’d use something like love. “You look so beautiful love”, or “Fuck you’re amazing love”. Jean just wants you to feel good and feel his love for you

In a more private setting I see him giving you a special nickname. Whether it’s something silly or something really special between the two of you. Maybe something like Precious. It’s a name that is used only between you two. If he lived during the time of cellphones, he’d use that as your contact name

“Jean”, you say, tone warning him to not push it. You turn to look at him and see the confusion displayed on his face. “Sweetie you have to talk to me. I can’t fix it or apologize if you don’t communicate with me”, he says moving to step closer to you. You sigh loudly, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “I just thought today would be about us, alone”, you start. “I like Connie, I do. But it felt like you just invited him along”, you finish, looking up at him. “I’m sorry, he’s going through a hard time and I thought getting out would do him some good. But I should have checked with you first”, Jean responds. “Forgive me?”, he asks sweetly in a tone you had a hard time saying no too. You nod your head, “Yeah”, you say as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

Eren Jaeger:

Younger Eren would have so many cute nicknames for you, but as he gets older and things change he wouldn’t use them so much. One that I think would stay consistent would be baby. He used it a lot in the past, but now uses it mainly when he’s in a softer mood. “Baby I missed you”, or “Baby get some more sleep”, would be common phrases he still uses.

One that he doesn’t use often would be princess. He uses it only on special occasions like birthdays or when he wants to he romantic. It’s something he keeps for special moments between the two of you. “I got you some flowers princess” is something I see him saying to you

For more daily purposes I see Eren using Gorgeous. It’s the first thing you hear in the morning and often the last thing you hear before bed. “Morning Gorgeous”. He might not say around other people, but during the times your alone, it’s the one he uses more frequently.

In more intimate settings I see him using something like Baby Girl. It’s a mix of is favorite nickname for you, but with more yearning. “That’s it baby girl, just like that”, I swear he’d say something like that.

It’s quiet that evening as you sit along the edge of the wall, staring out towards the vast untouched land. It’s quiet, it had been for a while, Titan sightings were down and those who were left in the Survey Corps knew of the outside world. You sigh, wondering what the next steps would be. “Hey gorgeous. Thought I’d find you out here”, Eren says as he comes to sit next you. “You ok?”, he asks after a moment of silence. “Yeah, just need a second to breathe”, you tell him with a small smile. “Ok, well I’m here if you need anything”, Eren says, fingers softly brushing against yours. You smile, eyes watching the sunset as your fingers curl around his.

Armin Artlet:

Similar to Eren I see home having some special cute nicknames for you. One that he uses most frequently is Angel. For some reason I see this being his go to nickname for you. “Anything for you my angel”, would be said a lot by Armin. You are precious to him, thus he wants you to feel special

I also see Armin using sweetheart a lot. I feel like he uses this mostly when it’s in a slightly sour mood or when something is bothering him. “Give me a minute sweetheart”, it’s not that he’s angry at you per se. But overtime you’ve learned he uses this when he’s having a bad day

In happier moods he’s using darling. Armin uses this the most when he is most in love with and happy with you. “Thank you darling” or “Here are your favorite flowers darling” are phrases that he would say. This would be his second most used nickname because Armin is always enamoured with you

In a more intimate setting I see Armin using something similar to my love. It’s a classic, but the way it rolls off his tongue has you feeling some type of way. “My love you take me so well”, is so Armin coded. It’s so simple, but it’s nickname that holds a lot of significance

You roll over in bed, being careful not to disturb your partner as he lay sleeping beside you. His blond hair is strewn messily across his forehead which you gently sweep away. You loved seeing Armin this way, relaxed, worry long gone from his face for a moment. You move your fingers, delicately tracing the outline of his nose before you lean down to kiss him. Your actions awaken him, his hand cupping your face carefully as his other pulls you tightly. “Good morning darling”, he mumbles, sleep still heavy in his voice. “Sorry for waking”, you say slightly guilty. Armin cracks open his blue eyes, “I have to get up soon anyway”, he says before pulling you into a kiss.

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Imagining Levi gently calming his crying baby sitting in his wheelchair 😭💞

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Event: @levievent | levimonth25 | day 6: we’ve been through everything else together, this is no different | masterlist

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where you go, I'll go

✰ tags: Levi/fem!reader, injured!Levi, established relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort ✰ warnings: unplanned pregnancy, not smut but Levi thinks dirty thoughts (MDNI) ✰ wc: 3.3k ✰ summary: Just before the Battle of Heaven and Earth, you discover something which might prevent both you and Levi from participating in the final war.

You’re standing by the railings, clutching the bars like your life depends on it, holding on so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. 

Your eyes are fixed on the moving water below, trying to focus on the ripples and waves created by the moving boat, the white foam rising to the surface only to dissipate moments later.

This is pathetic, you think letting out a quiet groan as you feel another wave of nausea roll over you. Closing your eyes, you press your cheek against the cool metal bars in an attempt to suppress the urge to throw up – again.

Who would’ve thought you would be susceptible to seasickness? You, who can do somersaults in ODM gear and spin in the air so fast that you’re only a blur to the eye, without feeling any discomfort whatsoever? You didn’t even know seasickness was a thing before you boarded this damn Azumabito boat.

“Hey…are you alright?” A delicate hand is placed on your shoulder, and you glance behind you to find Armin standing there. His white shirt is still stained with blood, now brown and crusted. There’s a small tear in the fabric right above his heart where Samuel’s bullet had gone through.

It’s jarring to look at and only serves to worsen your nausea. Gulping, you avert your gaze.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, then move to press your cheek against the bar again. It helps a little.

You expect Armin to leave after that. To plan your next move with Onyankopon and the rest of your friends, or maybe to spend time with Annie. To say goodbye – because reality is, none of you know if you’ll come back after what you’re about to do.

But he doesn’t leave. And when you spare him another glance, you notice that he’s chewing on his lip, gaze fixed onto the ground while he fiddles with a loose thread on his sleeve.

You frown at him. “What’s wrong?”

Armin looks almost guilty as he speaks again. “I, uh…I may have told-- I may have told the Captain that you’re feeling…unwell.”

Your eyes widen, just before your features fall back into a scowl.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, shifting on his feet under your gaze.

You throw your hands into the air, nausea all but forgotten. “Why? You know he almost got blasted to bits and the last thing he needs to worry about is--”

“Oi.”

You fall silent, swivelling on the spot. As you knew from the moment he’d spoken, you’re met with the sight of Levi. A lump forms in your throat, unshed tears stinging behind your eyes as you take him in – half his face in bandages, leaving the stitches running across his cheek, his lips, all the way to his chin visible. He’s leaning heavily against the railings, bandaged fingers holding onto it just as tightly as you had only a moment ago. From here, you can’t see that he’s missing two of them.

“Levi,” you breathe, and next moment, you’re by his side. “You should be in bed, you--”

“Damn if I need you to tell me what I should or shouldn’t,” he scowls. His one visible eye narrows at you, his mouth pulling into a taut line. “Why is it that I have to hear from Armin fucking Arlert that you’ve been emptying your guts into the sea for the past – what? Two days? Three?”

You open your mouth to reply – to defend yourself, to lie, to wave it off – but Armin beats you to the punch. “Actually…then it’s been going on for longer than that.”

Both your and Levi’s attention immediately fixes on Armin. He freezes, eyes wide and gaze flickering, like a deer caught by a pack of wolves.

“What do you mean by that?” Levi snaps.

Armin looks from you to Levi and back again.

Levi clicks his tongue impatiently. “Spit it out, brat.”

Armin’s posture straightens, his jaw tensing. “You stopped eating breakfast about a week ago. When the Captain left with Zeke.”

You just stare at him, stunned that he even noticed.

“Commander Hange also told me you’d complained to them about…cramps. And uh-- spotting,” he continues, a faint blush rising to his cheeks, his eyes not quite meeting yours. “They said you’d been worried about having to deal with period cramps when we had to fight.”

You feel heat rise to your own cheeks. Pointedly avoiding glancing towards Levi beside you, you send a glare Armin’s way. “And why would they tell you that?”

Armin holds up his hands, palms facing up, like in a peace gesture. “They were just worried about you, that’s all! And they didn’t want to tell you before they were sure, in case they were wrong…” He trails off, biting his lip.

“Tell me what?” you ask.

“I don’t think that’s a conversation you should have right here.”

Speak of the Devil, you think, turning towards Hange. They’re walking towards you in a brisk pace, their steps lacking the usual spring, their eyes devoid of the usual spark. You guess Commanding a group of traitors trying to stop the end of the world does that to you.

“You, Levi, c’mere. We need to talk.”

Carefully, you sling one of Levi’s arms over your shoulder, wrapping your own arm around his waist to support him. He lets out a grunt of dismay but allows you to help him up the stairs to the cabins without further protest.

You know he hates being this helpless. You could see it in the way his mouth curled in dissatisfaction when you would hold the spoon for him, feeding him in bed when his hands were still so heavily bandaged that he couldn’t move his fingers. In the way he’d avoid looking at you, jaw clenched, a vein throbbing at his neck whenever you would help him to the bathroom, when he still couldn’t walk himself.

You’re grateful he even lets you help him.

When you reach one of the sleeping cabins, you first lower Levi onto the mattress, then take a seat beside him. You don’t comment on the way he presses his lips together, his abdominal muscles flexing beneath your touch, his fingers twitching – as if he’s in pain but refuses to let it show.

Hange pulls up a chair in front of you, resting their hands on their knees and raking a hand through their hair, messing up their already ruffled auburn ponytail.

“So, you wanted to talk,” Levi grits out. He leans his head against the headboard, glaring at Hange over the bridge of his bandaged nose.

Hange lets out a sigh, then looks at you. Their eyes are deep set, shadows pooling beneath like bruises. You wonder how long it was since they last slept properly.

“So, how long since you last had your period?” they ask.

You scowl, fisting the sheets beneath you. “Wha-- what does that have to do with anything?”

“Just tell me when.”

You roll your eyes. “When I was seventeen. That was ten years ago. Happy?”

“Hm, secondary amenorrhea. Not that uncommon, especially given the food shortages. And even more common for women in the military,” they mumble. They press the tips of their fingers together, looking thoughtful. “Okay then, let me ask something else. Have you experienced anything else out of the ordinary? Apart from the nausea, changes in appetite, cramps, and spotting?”

“And apart from the end of the world approaching, I assume,” you deadpan.

Your comment earns a twitch from Levi’s lips, but Hange doesn’t look amused. “Apart from that, yes.”

You pause, racking your brain. So much has happened lately. Eren, the Rumbling, Levi getting injured. Meeting Annie again. And Reiner.

Unable to think of anything specific, you shrug. “I’ve been tired as fuck, but that’s probably again, you know, because of the end of the world?”

Bottom lip sticking out and brows curled, Hange just continues to look at you. The silence stretches out between you, awkward and charged somehow, as if you’re all waiting for a bomb to be dropped.

Slumping their shoulders, Hange finally breaks the silence. “Alright, I’m going to be frank with you guys. I think…I think that you might be pregnant.”

Levi jerks in the bed beside you, his head hitting the headboard with a loud thud followed by a curse.

You, meanwhile, sit completely still. There’s a ringing in your ears, the only other sound reaching you besides the thundering of your heart. You feel cold-sweat coating your palms, and you frantically press them against your thighs to dry them off – and to keep them from shaking.

“…”

“…hey…”

“…let me just…”

“Talk to me, okay?”

Hange’s lips are moving, but you don’t hear what they’re saying. And soon, your vision blurs too, and you can’t even see that anymore.

You blink once, twice, then feel something hot and wet trickle down your cheeks. The mattress shifts beneath you, and calloused, cool knuckles brush over your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“S-s-stop,” you hiccup. “You’re gonna get the bandages wet.”

Levi scoffs beside you. “Tch. I don’t care.”

“And now we can add mood swings to the list,” Hange mumbles.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hiss, tears now streaming freely down your cheeks. Furiously, you try to wipe them away, but they just keep coming and gosh, why are you crying?

You take a deep, shuddering intake of breath. “It just doesn’t make sense. We took-- I mean, we were careful.”

“I took contraceptives and never finished inside,” Levi comments, making you choke on your spit.

Hange pinches the bridge of their nose. “At any other time, I would’ve been thrilled to learn about your sex life, Levi. But now, I’m just thinking you’re both idiots.”

“Oh, and how so?” you snap, clenching your fists at your sides, nails digging into your clammy palms.

“Ackermans are resistant to drugs, remember?” they sigh. “Levi can’t get drunk, anaesthetics don’t work on him – by the Walls, he didn’t even shed a single tear after I filled his shaving cream with onion juice.”

“You what?”

“I’ll need to do a pelvic exam to be certain,” Hange continues, ignoring the look Levi sends them. It’s impressive, how he can channel so much ire into a single, grey eye.

You feel yourself tense. “Is that really necessary?” you argue. “It’s not like it’s going to make a difference.”

Hange snaps their head up to look at you, and Levi looks like you’ve slapped him.

You glance between them. “What?”

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Levi demands.

His voice is just a tad higher than usual, teetering on the verge of being shrill. You’ve never heard him sound like that before.

“Well, I’m going to help trying to stop Eren regardless,” you snap.

“Like hell you are.”

“Like you can stop me.”

“Watch me try.”

“Oh, I w--"

“Hey, guys, guys,” Hange interjects, cutting you off. They place a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s talk about this like responsible adults, alright?”

“It’s her not thinking this through,” Levi grits out. 

“Well firstly, then we’re not even one hundred percent sure,” Hange reasons. “As I said, I’ll need to do a pelvic exam first. And secondly…then that’s not solely your decision, Levi.”

Levi opens his mouth to argue, but Hange interrupts him again. “But that’s not to say that I don’t agree with you.” They turn their attention to you again. “You’re not stupid, I know that. Coming with us to fight – we don’t know what will happen. You might lose the child. You might both die. You know it’s a risk.”

You will yourself not to blink as you stare down Levi. He meets your gaze with a grim expression, eyes hard and jaw clenched. Neither of you willing to back down.

The silence is first broken when Hange clears their throat. “Ahem. Can I suggest something?”

In unison, you both whip around to glare at them, making them raise their hands in surrender. “Can I just do the pelvic exam first? Then we can figure out if this is just an unusual case of the flu or if you actually have something to argue about.”

You’re both silent for a while. You can see Levi’s jaw working, can hear his teeth grinding back and forth. But then, he closes his eyes, chest rising and falling – first quickly and uneven, as if he’s just run a sprint, but then slower, calmer. And when he opens his eyes again to look at you, they’re softer. The grey a little warmer. He moves his hand to place it above yours in a display of affection he rarely shows when it’s not just the two of you. “What do you want to do?” he asks.

You gulp, then glance over towards Hange. And then, you nod.

The last time Levi recalls being this restless was after the Wall Rose Invasion. Back when you’d gotten half your bones crushed by the Beast Titan and had to go through surgery, and he didn’t know whether you’d make it.

But it isn’t the same kind of restlessness as he’d felt back then – not exactly. Back then, red had clouded his vision, and he’d found himself in a misty haze of rage. He’d almost broken down the door to the operating room and had to be restrained by half the Scouts, and later, he’d paced back and forth in front of your room in the hospital wards, feeling empty. Like someone had ripped out his guts and left a gaping hole in their wake. 

But now, he isn’t angry. He’s not feeling empty. No, it’s like someone stuffed him full to the brim with emotions he doesn’t know how to contain. Surprise. Confusion. Happiness. Excitement. Dread. Joy. Fear. Awe. Pride. Anxiety. Gratefulness. Anticipation.

And he doesn’t even know if it’s true yet. If you really are carrying his…child. Just thinking the words makes his heart thrum loudly in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears and drowning out every other sound as he, just for a split second, imagines it.

How it would be like with you, belly round and breasts heavy with milk.

You’d look so pretty, he’s sure of it. The only downside would be that he’d have to take you from behind when you grew too big – not because he doesn’t enjoy that too, but because he prefers to see your face when he makes love to you. When he makes you cum around his cock, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips parting as you cry out in pleasure.

And he imagines how it would be after, when the bump has been replaced by a living, breathing, human being. Such a tiny person, looking like the perfect blend between him and you – or just like you, he wouldn’t mind that either. In fact, he knows they’d be perfect regardless – because how could something created from his love, from his devotion to you, be anything but?

He lets out a small huff.

Tch. Since when did he turn this sappy?

The door to the cabin creaking open snaps him out of his daydreams. The look on your face – your pale cheeks, the hard pull of your mouth, the crease between your brows – tells him everything he needs to know.

So, it’s true.

He watches as you walk over to the bed, expecting you to take a seat on the edge – like you’ve done these past days, to hand him water or feed him or just to keep him company. But instead, you crawl over the mattress until you’re sitting beside him. Your warmth seeps into his veins, making it feel like he’s melting. When you lean your head against his shoulder – slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt him – he turns to press his nose against your hair.

You smell sweet – like a spring meadow just after rain has fallen – but also with a slight tang to it, like iron. Probably from your time in the military, handling ODM gear and blades and thunder spears daily.

“I’m going with the others,” you tell him. It’s not a question, but a statement.

“Well, so am I,” he says.

You snap your head up to look at him. “Levi, you can’t. You’re still injured, you can barely walk--"

“If the woman pregnant with my child insists on going to war, damn if I’ll let her go without me,” he growls. “Besides, I don’t need to walk. I’ll be using the gear.”

“And how are you going to handle the gear with only three fingers?”

“I’ll figure something out.”

“That’s not the point, Levi. The point is that you won’t be top of your game and I refuse to lose you because of your stubbornness--”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

You pinch your lips together. He’s almost never seen you cry before, but he knows you’re just about to break into tears again – your eyes red-rimmed and glossed over with a sheen of fury, lashes wet and glinting in the dim light from the small window beside you.

He feels his throat constrict with guilt – guilt and regret. It was never his intention to make you cry again, even if you’re probably more susceptible to tears now than you’ve ever been before. At least, he’s heard that can happen during pregnancies.

He leans closer to you, his forehead pressing against yours. The bandages are in the way, but he hopes you’ll still find some form of comfort in just being close – like he does.  

“If you go, I’ll go. If you stay, I’ll stay. How’s that?” he croaks, voice oddly strained by the emotions flooding through him.

“I…I don’t know, Levi.” 

He reaches up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin until you look him in the eyes. “We’ve been through everything else together…this is no different.”

You blink at him. A single tear rolls down your cheek, from the corner of your eye to the curve of your mouth.

He leans in again, intending to kiss it away, but then pauses. It occurs to him that he hasn’t kissed you – not really – since his injury. At first, it was because his lips were split in half, and it hurt as fuck just to talk. But now, even when they’ve begun to heal and talking has become bearable…he knows his lips will never be as soft, never as pleasant to you as they were before.

He hates to admit it, but it makes him self-conscious. 

“What are you thinking about?” you whisper, your breath fanning across his exposed cheek.

“Do you…” He trails off, gulping. His grip on your chin slackens, but you reach up to wrap your fingers around his wrist before he can pull away. Keeping him there.

“Do you still want me to kiss you?” he asks, then holds his breath. Dreading the answer.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you close your eyes, tilting your head slightly. Your hand moves to the back of his head, fingers gently curling around the longer locks falling over the short buzz at his nape. Carefully, you press your lips against his. Peppering him with kisses, from the base of his nose to the corner of his lip to his chin. Your lips move over the bandages and stitches, as if you don’t even notice they’re there.

And when you pull away again, you’re smiling.

“Of course, Levi. Always.” 

AN: So, this was a little spin-off from my longfic call my name posted on ao3! Hope you enjoyed reading🫶

ALSO, if any of you know where the animation above comes from, please tell me! I couldn't find the original creator, but I'd appreciate it a lot if any of you knew so I could credit them<3<3

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100 day art challenge | day 26: smirk | masterlist

Today's sketch was super quick bc I've got uni now🥲

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100 day art challenge | day 25: tattoos & piercings | masterlist

I’d definitely want him to kiss me with those snake bites🥰

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Zayne headcanons (since you guys liked the Xavier ones)

sfw and nsfw

divider by: @thecutestgrotto

• Zayne is a sucker for mundane domesticity. He loves doing tasks that one could normally do on their own, with you. Cooking, shopping, even doing laundry. He just likes sharing space with you.

• He’s a light sleeper. If you’re sharing a bed and you shift slightly, he wakes up. But once he knows it’s you, he relaxes again and holds you closer.

• When he’s lost in thought, he tends to furrow his brows without realizing. But when you kiss the crease that forms on his forehead, he melts immediately. Brain empty in seconds.

• He keeps notes about things you mention offhandedly, like your favorite things, or things you want to try. He never wants you to question if he pays attention, even if he only shows he does in subtle ways.

• He will not let you leave the house without breakfast. He’s not a flashy cook, but he’s pretty good at making simple, hearty meals, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t use that skill to make sure you start off your day on the right foot.

• He’s a little overprotective, but not in an annoying or overbearing way. He just won’t let you walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, will shield you with his coat if it starts to rain when you’re walking outside, and hovers just a little more when someone else gets too close.

• Inappropriate use of evol is definitely a thing with Zayne. Like, on a devious level. I’m talking shockingly cold fingers against the heat of your core, using ice to hold your wrists and ankles in place… gollllyyy. 😮‍💨

• He’s so pent-up all the time. He tries to hold back, but when he finally lets go, it’s passionate and intense, and he has the stamina to last until you’re overstimulated, shaking, breathless, and begging for a break.

• I feel like he’s the type where if you tease him by tugging his hair or biting his lower lip or sucking on his neck, he’s going to get you back x10.

• He knows his sexed-out tone drives you crazy and he uses it to his advantage, murmuring commands or praise into your ear.

• He can’t resist a brat, but he’s definitely equipped enough to tame one. He loves being challenged with a bit of teasing banter, but loves seeing how easily you fold when he rises to said challenge even more.

• Zayne would definitely get a little possessive, but in a quiet kind of way. He won’t outright say it, but he likes to leave his mark hidden in places like your collarbones, chest, and inner thighs.

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Self defense training with your fave but it ends with you pinned to the floor and thoroughly fucked 🫶

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I keep seeing the take that authors on AO3 need to stop deleting their fics and instead to orphan them without any explanation of the consequences of orphaning a fic and as an author I really need to say something to this.

Stop telling people to just orphan their fics.

Orphaning a fic means giving up any and all ownership over it. No way to claim it back, edit it or delete it. Yes it's an archive but an author should still have the right to delete their work if they feel like they don't want it to be up anymore.

Readers always scream for authors to orphan their fics instead of deleting because they feel like they have a right to the fanworks that is shared with them for free. If it's so important to you to not lose a fic, download it. Also comment and encourage the authors, instead of telling them to give up all ownership to their work.

To authors, if you think about deleting your fics, there are other options you should employ first. If you don't want it connected to your name, put it into an anonymous collection. As long as it's in there, noone can see you wrote it, you still can edit ot or delete it and moderate comments on it. You can even move it to anther account, just create another one, add it as co author and then take your main account off. Then you can still edit it from your second account but it's no longer connected to your account.

If you don't want it to show anymore put it in a unrevealed collection, that way, the fic won't show up but it's still there, you can still see it, read comments and make it public again.

If you feel the urge to delete your fic, try one of these options first and see how you feel about it after a while, you can still delete or orphan afterwards, but this hopefully makes your decision easier.

Only orphan a fic if you're 100% sure. This is permanent, there is no way back from that, AO3 support will NOT help you if you did it on accident or change your mind. Don't listen to people telling you to just orphan it, make very sure, this is what you want.

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omg this is just perfect, might be using those for my future sketches🤌🤌

Some of my favorite body references for how I visualize Levi.

(4th picture is a little too bicep-y, but is still nice to think about lol)

Bonus: some face

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You shiver a little as cool air hits your soaked sex. 

Behind you, Levi hisses a curse. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

You can feel his hot breath against your core as he moves closer, making you writhe against the table beneath you. “Levi, it’s embarrassing–”

“Please. I wanna taste you again.” His voice is a tad lighter than usual. Not whiny, but probably as close to it as his deep baritone will ever get.

His hands move up to grab your thighs. “Please,” he murmurs, for the second time tonight.

Fuck, how can you deny him anything when he talks like that? Levi, who never says please to anyone for anything ever?

You arche your back a little, as an invitation for him to continue, and next moment, his tongue is inside you.

“Oh fuck…” You thrust your hips back, gripping the edge of the table as he licks a stripe from your clit to your fluttering entrance, as his tongue trusts in and out of you with the same meticulousness and precision he uses when he fucks you with his cock.

He groans against you, sending vibrations through your core and straight to wherever pleasure is registered in your brain. “You taste so fucking good.”

You quickly feel yourself spiral into a whimpering, moaning mess as Levi alternates between flicking his tongue against your clit and fucking you with it, the sounds of slurping and squelching echoing off the walls of his office. 

Heat starts to coil in your lower belly, your insides clenching around his tongue. “Levi, I want you inside--”

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue first.”

And you do exactly that.

Later, Levi finds out that although he loves taking you from every possible angle, he prefers not doing it from behind. Only because he can't see your face while you cum so prettily for him...

AN: In case you're interested, then this is an excerpt from chapter 38 of my Levi X Reader fic posted don ao3🫶

dividers by @cafekitsune and @saradika