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[darkstarlight82]

Not exactly traditional

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Neighbour Levi Ackerman, Romantic comedy, 700 words!

Summary: Your relationship with your neighbour, Levi wasn't exactly traditional. A lot of embarrassing, funny and awkward incidents, made you two closer and that's how it all started

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267

Day 12: This isn't exactly a traditional start to

a relationship

You weren't expecting your new apartment neighbor to be a cranky, overly hygienic man who vacuumed at 6:01 a.m. sharp every Sunday and scowled like it was a personal hobby.

And Levi definitely wasn't expecting you, the girl who talked to plants, walked around barefoot and accidentally locked herself out of her own place three times in one week.

The third time, he just stared at you through half-lidded eyes, toothbrush in mouth. "Again?"

You smiled sheepishly, barefoot on the doormat. "I swear the door closes on its own."

Levi sighed like the world had failed him personally. Then, wordlessly, handed you a cup of tea.

"Until your locksmith shows up," he muttered. "Don't touch anything."

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You didn't plan on talking to him more than necessary. But when your shower exploded and his ceiling started leaking, that plan went straight down the drain—literally.

And that's how you found yourself sitting on Levi's bathroom floor, soaking wet in your towel, while a plumber shouted things about pipes and water pressure.

Levi just stared at you, then offered you his spare robe.

And from there, it got worse—or better, depending on who you asked.

There was the time you accidentally tripped on his cleaning supplies and knocked down an entire shelf of perfectly organized disinfectants.

Or the time he found you asleep in the laundry room because you forgot your clothes in the dryer and were "emotionally attached" to your favorite hoodie.

You weren't even sure when it started feeling like something more. Maybe when he silently brought you breakfast after you pulled an all-nighter. Or when he started vacuuming half an hour later because he "guessed you weren't a morning person"

You learned Levi's way of caring doesn't come with big words or fancy gestures.

It comes in bleach-scented towels, neatly folded.

In side-eyes that lingers just a little longer.

In letting you touch his mop. (That's huge.)

So one day, while the two of you were sitting on his couch, eating takeout, watching reruns of some crime show neither of you understood, you turned to him and asked:

"Are we dating?"

Levi paused, chopsticks in mid-air.

"No idea."

You blinked. "Do you want to?"

He looked at you. Really looked. Then nodded, very slowly.

"This start isn't traditional, though," you said, nudging his leg.

Levi rolled his eyes. "You slept in my laundry basket. We're way past traditional."

You grinned. He didn't.

But his hand found yours anyway.

And from then till now, he never has let go of it once.

[darkstarlight82]

Incubus Dabi x Plus Size Reader 5

(Inkubus Dabi fanart by @lura-valentine Seriously, Lura, bless you for bringing our beloved Dabi to life! Not only the Incubus Dabi plaguing my head, but look at the necklace he gives MC! 😍💙)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5: Missing You

Touya called you. "Hey, can we meet up and talk?"

"Sure." You blinked, nerves churning and twisting in your stomach. "You're not… you're not breaking up with me, are you?" You swallow, raising your free hand and clutching your necklace, feeling it's warmth between your palm, brushing your thumb over the jewel, his flame. Dark whispers and anxieties, old voices coming back as you try to shove them away.

Inwardly, hoping and praying he wasn't.

Touya's breath hitches as he gasped. "What?" He shuddered and groaned, gritting his teeth. "No. Of course, not baby." The demon sounded surprised. Dumbfounded and baffled that you've ever suggest such a cruel thing. "How the hell did you come to that conclusion?"

You blush. "Well, can you blame me, my devil?" You fired back, sheepishly. "Normally when somebody says we gotta talk." You let go of your necklace to use air quotes, even if he can't see your gesture as you deepen your voice to make it sound masculine. "It's code for "let's break up," you know?"

Touya pouts. "Baby, listen." He whispers gently, lowering his voice. "I promised you forever and I meant it." Running a hand through his snowy white locks, thinking of anything that might reassure you. Without thinking he said, "I'd rather have Overhaul chop my dick off and choke on it than break up with you, do you understand?"

"Yes." You mutter, sitting down on your bed, leaning back and lying flat onto your back. "Sorry for doubting you." You frown. You knew your incubus demon loved sex, it was part of his nature. It felt wrong to hear him say he'd give it up for you.

His voice broke you from your musing as he teased into the receiver. "Hey, I see that upside down smile, stop it."

How the fuck did-? You heard a knock on your bedroom window.

Touya smiled and waved, sitting on the tree branch outside your window. "Gonna let me in?" He chuckled, tilted his head. "Or are you going to gawk at me sum' more?" Sitting cross-legged as his tail waved back and forth lazily, resting his chin in the palm of his clawed hand.

You hung up, went to the window, unlocked it and opened it. "How long have you been there?" You felt your lips tug into a smile. "Stalking me again?"

Touya hung up and climbed through your window. "Not long. C'mere." His hands pulled you close, into his heated chest and a kiss. "I missed you." He murmured, cradling your jaw before tangling into your hair.

"I missed you too." You giggle in between kisses and hugging him tight and breaking the kiss first. "Now, what's this about?"

He shushes you gently and pulls you back into another kiss. "Don't ruin the fun." His tail raises and wraps around your waist, stopping you from pulling further away, heated and clawed hands sneaking and wondering, ghosting and gasping plush curves. "Been thinkin' bout you all day, my sweet."

"Touya." You scold him, returning the kisses, then placing your hand on his chest. "I'm serious. What's wrong?" You try not to moan and fall into his sinful touches and caresses, you need to know. "It must be something, if you needed to see me this late?" It was surprising for him to show up unannounced like this. He always calls the day before or told you in person after getting his morning coffee. Never this late.

He sighed, pressing his forehead against your own, closing his eyes. "You're too smart for your own good, you know that dontcha?" Opening his azure blues to meet your curious and worried gaze.

"Once or twice yes." You agreed, waiting.

He takes your hand and leads you towards the end of your bed, sitting down and pulling you into his lap after taking off his jacket and boots. "I wanted to tell you in person."

"Tell me what?" You asked, wrapped your arms around his neck and straddle his lap.

"I'm going to be gone for a weeklong photo shoot." He blurted out. Scrubbing his jaw as he pouted.

"Where? When?" You pout. It made sense given Touya's profession as a model for both humans and nonhumans.

Touya's arms snaked around your lower back, pressing your full weight on top of him before continuing. "Monday morning." He sighed, his pout deepened. "Kei's going too and so is Leon. A lot of big shots are going to be there for an extra naughty calendar for demi's and humans." He explains further. "We will be taking shoots in both our true forms and glamour." He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. "It's annoying."

You kiss the corner of his burnt jaw, leaning back and smirking. "Extra spicy, hmm? Hope, I get a signed copy from my boyfriend as a souvenir."

That got him to chuckle and a half smile. "That's a big request. I'll have to pull a few strings." He hummed, playing along. "Why? Who's the big bad demon that's stollen your heart 'n soaking your panties?"

You tilt your head, pretending to think. "This sexy sex demon that's been haunting my dreams and stealing my brand-new panties my boyfriend just bought for me." You meet his amused azure blues and smug grin. "You know'em?"

"Does he have white hair and blue eyes like me?" He gestures towards his features.

You nod. "Perhaps?" You grin. "Are they sensitive, if I touch them?"

"Yes." His hands wonder and land on your hips, giving a gentle squeeze. "Most demons have horn sensitivity." He winks, wrapping his tails around your waist. "What about a tail and wings? Fangs?" Making a show by fluttering his pierced wings and running his tongue along his teeth and a sharp, pearly white fang.

"Yes, I believe so." You start to squirm and swallow, feeling your claiming mark and necklace heat up, you run your fingers along the nape of his neck, brushing soft, pure snow-white tresses.

Touya purrs, hands sinking down and groping your ass with greedy handfuls, kneading the flesh and pressing you closer to grind the growing tent in his pants against your heated core. "Does this sexy, arrogant, panty thief got a name?" He growls and groans. "Bastard tryin' to steal my pretty baby from underneath my nose?" Shaking his head and groping your ass harder, possessive. "Hell no, it ain't happening."

"Will he do unspeakable and wicked sinful things to me?" You gasp. "If I call his name?"

Touya trails his mismatched mouth down to lick a teasing stripe along his mark, lowering his head, closer towards one of your breasts. "Only if you say it. Say it so sweetly f'me, my sweet." A fang lightly grazing the erect bud before capturing one of your stiff and perk nipples into his mouth through your shirt. "Sing f'me, c'mon, baby."

"T-Touya." You moan, arcing your back and chest into his face. "Touya, my demon, my devil." You grip a fist full of his hair and yank, tilting his head back as he groans and his pretty baby blues roll into the back of his head, muttering a string of curses.

"Oh, baby." Touya rasps, yanking your shirt up to kiss, lick and suck on every inch of your creamy skin he can get a hold of. "I'll give you more than just an autograft." He purrs, smirking against the valley of your chest, nuzzling and groping the other one. "I'll mark you and decorate your body and insides with cum, how about it?" His eyes brighten, voice dripping with lust and desires, dark and raspy. "Won't you look pretty, wrecked and stuffed full of my cock?"

Your core clenched around nothing. "Promise?" You moan, meeting his sinful and wicked gaze, feeling arousal pooling between your thick thighs.

He hums, rocking his hips and rolling yours, grazing his rock hard and throbbing pierced dick against your aching, swollen clit. "Don't I always keep my promises and more?" He groans, giving a half smirk and charming smile.

A string of giggles and moans left your mouth as he picks you up, twirls you around with ease and you two fall down onto your bed. Kisses growing heated, passionate, sloppy and needy as your demon steals your clothes, fully stripping you and laying you down on the bed. He tosses them without a care and spreading your thighs and licking his lips. "Gotta devour and feast on your sweet tasting pussy first, precious." Wedging himself and staring hard at your slick glistening sex with want, hunger and drooling. "The first of many courses tonight, my love."

Touya's baby blues brighten and glow, retaining eye contact as he lowers his head, gripping your parted thighs, rubbing and kneading the tender and soft plush flesh, delighted to see you squirming in anticipation and need. He reaches for one of your hands and interlocking your fingers and guiding to into his snow-white locks, winking and poking his forked tongue out of his mouth; his hot breath fanning and teasing your pussy as your breath hitches.

"Please, Touya." You pant; chubby cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink. "Don't tease me."

"As my little mate wishes." He growls, licking a long and greedy stripe from your opening to your swollen nub. He groans at your sweet flavor and licks more vigorously, lapping up every juicy nectar you give him and he's still wanting more.

You moan, fisting tangling in his hair as your other hand grabs and rubs one of his horns, stroking him as he it was his hard, pierced shaft in your hand.

Touya groans and whimpers into your forms, panting and burying his face further into your cunt.

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Two months.

Two months of bliss before you were told last week about your boyfriends trip. You suppose it could have been worse. It was strange not waking up to him hogging the covers or cuddling against you, whining and begging for you to stay in bed for five more minutes. Which was never just five more minutes. Once you trying to drag him out of bed, but you didn't get far before he pulled you back, laughing and grinning at our frustrated and pouting face as he kissed your cheek. You instantly melted from his kisses and into his loving embrace.

The week was almost up.

Jenna came home and crashed two nights in a row for a girl's night in and asked her mother to watch her boys, which she gladly accepted. It had been forever since you two chilled, relaxed and had proper girl time since both Touya and Keigo were always clinging onto you two wherever you to went. You two binged watched Asian romance dramas on Netflix, Harlots on Hulu, re-watched both Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice. Both fawning over Mr Darcy and Colonel Brandon and booing both Mr Collins and Willoughby while throwing kettle corn at the screen.

Gossiping about the latest spicy romance book you two were reading and having a good old time.

Two days were gone in a flash as you two returned to work.

Now, it was Sunday night.

You were so turned on. So horny. You missed Touya. You missed his wicked and sinful tongue, his voice, his fingers and cock.

You moaned, closing your eyes. Imagining the duel vibrator was your sexy, white haired, incubus boyfriend. "Oh, Touya." You ran your thumb unsubconsciously, running the pad on your thumb over your necklace, the gem.

Your phone started ringing.

Huh? Seriously now?

You paused, reached over and checked the caller id. It was Touya. Your cheeks burned hotter, biting your bottom lip as you answered. "Hello?" You cleared your throat, feeling so naughty. "Touya?"

"Baby," Touya whined into the receiver. He sounded half asleep and needy. Voice raspy and low. "I need you, my sweet." He groaned, "Miss you and your tight, sweet pussy, so bad."

Your breath hitched, pressing your thighs together, clenching around the toy. "I miss you too, my devil." Slowly dragging the fake phallus in and out of your dripping hole. "Miss your beautiful, pierced and hard cock."

"Yeah?" He let out a low, breathy groan. "Just my cock?"

You heard the squishy noises. He was masturbating, same as you.

"Your fingers... Your tongue... Your voice... All of you, Touya." You admitted, moaning.

"Was asleep til..." He grunts and gasps. "I woke up... So hard it was painful.. wouldn't go down... So sensitive... Oh my pretty baby, fuck... Just hearin' ya pretty voice is driving me mad and feral."

"Are you jerking off?" Of course, you knew. You knew the delicious and sinful tunes when he sang and whined, so pretty for you now. You had to tease him a tiny bit while he was half asleep, delirious and touch-starved for you. "You really miss me, baby?" You stop, lowering your voice into a sultry purr.

Touya released a throaty, groan. "Yes, my love."

"Which do you miss more?" You ask, a coy smile tugging on your lips. "My mouth or my pussy?

"Both." He said wouldn't shame or hesitation.

"Are you fucking into your hand?" You continue pushing the toys in and out, slow and steady.

"No." He pants, shaking his head despite you not being able to see him. "P-pocket pussy."

You raised a brow. "The one with the hourglass figure, wide hips and big fake assed tits?"

"Uh huh." His eyes rolled into the back of his head. "God, I love it when you fuckin' talk dirty, baby." He huffs into the phone.

You got an idea. "Turn your camera on." You ask. "I wanna see, pretty please?"

"You too, baby. Fair is fair. I know you are fucking yourself with that poor excuse of a pity dick." He growls, his jealousy flaring. "Lemme see." His hand tightens around his pulsing and throbbing shaft. "Lemme see you fuck yourself, stretch out that pretty pussy." A sexy, primal and predatory growl leaves his burnt vocal cords. "Show me how much you miss me pounding into your greedy, delicious cunt."

Your breath hitched, shuddering and whimpered, feeling your insides tight and clenching around the toy, your nipples growing hard and taut. Touya's claiming mark heating up as your clit throbbed, hard and painful. "W-Wish you were here, Touya."

"Me too, my sweet." He half groans and half whines, keeping his hand steady, waiting patiently for you to switch on your camera. He was tempted to ask you to record yourself, but he need to see your sweet, dripping hole. This poor excuse of a pocket pussy wasn't enough. He'd grown so addicted to your pretty pussy that any other hole was a poor substitute in comparison. He'd tried any different types of pockets pussy's and they weren't cutting it, not even enough to bring him close to the edge.

Touya's mouth watered just thinking about the taste and sweet scent of your pussy and nectar, your juices. His eyes glazed over with phantom images of you riding him hard while playing with his horns and clawing his back when you called out to him.

"Touya." You brought his attention back to you. "Did... did you change your mind?" You ask shyly, tilting your head and pouting. Your confidence wavering again.

Touya blinked, swallowing the saliva gathering and building inside his mouth. "I'm here, baby." His cheeks heating. "Thinking about your dripping, tight hole and sweet pussy juice is all." He admitted, winking.

Your own flushed cheeks grew rosy. "Such a dirty mouth you have, my devil." You giggle. "Somebody needs to wash your filthy mouth out with soap." Rasing a brow and smirking. "Maybe the size of Mt Everest?"

"Sorry, my sweet." The horny incubus chuckled, showing off his pearly white teeth and fangs. "The only liquid pure enough to wash my mouth our is your holy water dripping between your sexy legs."

"Oh my god," Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped, blushing a harder shade as your shoulders shook from crackling. "You are impossible! You lecherous, wicked, sex crazed devil."

His scarred, burnt and stappled mouth quirked into a devilish smirk. "And I'm all yours and don't you fuckin' forget it." He tilted his head, "Now. Where my pretty pussy?" Narrowing his eyes and giving you a playful glare. "I wanna see her. Lemme see."

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, alright." You shake your head and give him a playful glare back. "Show me that monster dick first, or no dice." You turn your toy off, stretching your hand and hovering your hand over the little red, end call button, raising a brow and challenging him. "Or I'll end the call right now, Mister Todoroki."

Touya clicked his tongue, really glaring at you now. "You wouldn't dare?" Azure blues filled with heat, challenging and predatory.

You tilt your head, smirking. "Wanna bet?" You shuddered underneath his pure carnal and animalistic, smoldering and hungry gaze. It made your toes curl and your heartbeat accelerate, your cheeks blushing a brighter shade. "Well?" You asked again, poking your tongue out to lick your bottom lip, slow and sensual, knowing your sex demon couldn't resist, dropping his gaze to follow along. "I'm waiting, Touya."

Touya blinks, breaking the trance you had placed on him. His glare softening in amusement, a low, dark and raspy chuckle bubbled from his chest. "Alright, alright, baby." He rolled his pretty blue eyes, scarred lips twitching and rising into a shit eating grin. "Don't come to fast on that pity dick, yeah?"

He switched the camera, giving you a sinful view. Touya's clawed hand gripping a pocket puss, the fake cocksleeve wrapped around his hard cock as he gave a show by moving the male masturbating toy up and down.

Your breath hitched, a wave of jealousy hit you. You wanted to be the one stretched, fucked open and bouncing on Touya's pretty, big, hard cock.

Touya paused, a half groan, half laugh reached your ears. "I heard that, my pretty baby."

"Shut up." You fire back, swallowing the drool coating your mouth. Damn him. You wanted to shut him up by sucking him off and wiping that smug assed grin you knew tugging on his scarred lips.

"Oh?" He hums, raising a brow. "What are you going to do to shut me up, my little spitfire? Squeeze that cute ass of yours though the phone like a virus and sit on my face?" His length jerks and throbs as he strokes himself again. "I'd-fuck-" he groans, his hips jump on reflex, humping his fist. "Like to see you try." His eyes half closes, giving you bedroom eyes behind his phone screen.

"If I could I would." You bit out, thick thighs pressing together. You would love to sit on his face as he ate you out like the sex crazed, loved, touched and pussy starved sex demon that he was. You miss hearing his cute whines and muffled gasps pleasure grunts and groans as you tried to swallow his soul through his dick. You turn the tables knowing it would drive him more wild, unhinged and feral. "You'd love for me to suffocate you with my pussy wouldn't you, my naughty demon?"

Touya hissed a breath through clenched teeth as a pathetic whine bubble from the back of his throat, nodding his head. "Yes, god, yes, baby." He used his tail to hold his phone to free his hand, running it through his snowy white lock, gripping and tugging tight in his hair thinking the pain would distract him. No. His body betrayed him, causing him to groan, his back arching and shudder, feeling his cock twitching in his hand.

"Tell me.." he pants. "Tell me what else you wanna do to me, please, my goddess, please?" He raises his head, meeting your enthralled and heavy-lidded staring and leering. "I want to devour your sweet pussy, feels your fantastic tits bouncing in my face as you ride me." The incubus closed his eyes, imagining you hovering over him, straddling his lap or his face and whispering how desperately you wanted him.

He'd gladly use his body, his fingers, his mouth and his cock to please you and worship you. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste you, devour and feast on your sex between your legs, sucking on your clit, making sure your body is wet and ready before he pushes a finger inside.

You had remained silent, hesitant. Watching your demon lover masturbating to you, the memory of you and begging, needy and half delirious for you. You couldn't leave him like this. It wouldn't be fair. You didn't have the heart to tell him no. Before the old and familiar nervous butterflies and doubts entered your mind, you switched the camera on your phone and called out to him. "Touya," You whispered softly, low and silky. "Open your eyes for me."

He cracked open his eyes, delighted when he saw your wet mouth, patch of curls and that toy he hated so much completed shoved into his pussy. "Oh baby," Touya fisting and tugged on himself rougher and harder as he released a breathy, guttural groan. "Look at that beautiful sight." He slows the roll of his hips, hands raising to the tip of his sensitive cockhead, imaging he's guiding himself to your entrance. "Dripping, drooling needy cunt wanting to be filled and stuffed full of my demon cock."

This time you release a breathless moan. "Yes." You grip the toy, pulling it out slowly until the tip touched your opening. "I miss you so much, Touya."

"That's my girl." Touya mutters, gliding and lowering to fake pussy onto his cock. "Fuck yourself for me." Heavy-lidded and stormy ocean blues watching your hips jerk and rock back and forth, smearing your arousal and coating the false phallus in your juices and lube. "Just wait until I can come back home tomorrow. I'll fuck you better than that shitty toy, I swear, baby."

Your mouth falls open. Nodding your head, pushing the blue phallus back inside, slow and teasing, knowing your demon boyfriend can fuck you better. To feel him pulse and throb deep inside, hard and stuffing you full, pound into you like it's the last time and your first time all over again until he's leaving you blissfully sore. Wanting more. Need more of his love, his sinful touches, his hot, hard, body pressed against your own.

Touya buckles and thrusting his hips upwards, slow and steady, following your lead, pushing past the silicone molds folds, impaling the cheap copycat of a cunt with his length and sinking until his hot, swollen and angry cockhead reappeared at the top of the toy.

You pace yourself, being careful and controlled. "Are?" You shudder, feeling your insides grow wetter and adjusting to the invasion and size of the fake phallus, picking up speed, thumb hovering over the button. "Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me, Touya?"

"Fuck, yes." He half snarls, half whines. "Turn..." He puffs out a breath, sweat sticking onto his skin as he grinds his teeth and fangs together. "Turn that fuckin' thing on," he growls, blue eyes glowing bright, meeting your eyes, "fuck yourself. Fuck yourself thinking it's me wrecking and destroying your sexy, horny, greedy pussy."

You turn on the toy, hearing and feeling it buzz to life inside you. "Oh, god," you moan, eye falling half shut and gasping. Somehow, it feels more erotic and naughtier, sinful and hot knowing Touya's watching you pleasure yourself and masturbate while imagining that it's him. Your nipples harden and ache, your body tenses and jerks, causing your breasts to bounce. "Touya," gasping his name as the suction over your clit stimulating your swollen, aching and neglected nub.

He wants to hear you praise him more, feel your insides wrap around his painfully hard dick. "That's it, baby." He coos, seducing you with his low, raspy and smoky voice. "Don't hide your sirens voice from me. Give me every sinful, pleasure moan and call from your pretty lips." His face grew rosier. He tightened his grip on his shaft and sensitive cockhead, the crown swollen as beads of precum leaking the head and dripping down his fingers and hand. Slowly, resume pumping his length into his fist.

You spread your legs wider to give him a better view. Opening your eyes, staring into his azure blues with a look of yearning, passion, feeling goosebumps rising and scattering, your shiver, liquid hellfire engulfing your body and senses. "You better.." You half groan in frustration and half moan, "Come back to me first and bend me over before you go back home, or I swear to god-"

Touya cuts you off, "Always, baby, always." he nods his head. "As my beautiful, plus size princess and pretty baby commands." His eyes roll into the back of his head, moaning. "Can't ever stop fuckin' your tight, hot, pussy, if I tried." He twists his wrist, pumping himself faster and harder and gasping for breath. "Please, don't stop." he begs, another roll of shuddering tingles throughout his body and lust clouded mind.

Your lustful, hunger gazes met.

It's there, a silent, lonely hunger and desperation.

That raw and vulnerable, blue eyed, puppy dog look that made you fall deeper in love with him.

You moan louder, insides clenching and squeezing around the toy that you wish was him instead. "Will you stuff me full of your cum?" You whine, trembling as your thighs began to shake. You felt the coil and knot in your belly, growing hotter and tighter, the familiar cord about to snap and break, thrusting the blue vibrator harder and faster.

He buckled his hips to match your thrusts. "Yes." His cheeks flushed, answering without shame. "Fill you up so good, I promise."

You didn't know why you said what you did next. Maybe something part of your soul was calling him or the lustful haze making you more honest and chattier, hornier and bolder. "Will you fill me up with you half demon babies?"

Touya's breath hitched, a rumbling purr and growl of approval left his chest. "Don't tease me, pretty baby." Colbalt icy blued gaze wide and dilated, lost in your movements and writhing for him like a needy bitch in heat. "Asking for something you don't mean." His voice is rough and heavy with lust, panting.

But by God and the Devil up high and below did he really want to. Watch his seed take root and impregnant you with his hellspawn, become the mother of his children, watch your beautiful belly grow round and swollen, for your tits to fill with milk. You will look so beautiful as a mother. He wanted it. Wanted it more than anything, except he didn't want to push.

You were making it harder for him not to use his magic to disappear into a cloud of blue smoke and pounce on you. He felt his body quiver and quake, shivering deep within his bones and soul. Your body calling out to him. You soul crying out for him. Needing him. One he could state your lust and desires, the call of his mate and female beckoning him back to your side.

Touya felt his whole-body pulse, his fangs bared and clenching, feral instincts taking over as he yanked the fake cunt off his shaft, dropped his phone, lustfilled and crazed eyes dilated and staring down at the sinful sight of you clenching around the blue duel vibe. Your breathing coming out in gasps and needy pants, the way your thick thighs were shaking, the rising and falling of your chest.

You were close, so close to your release.

Calling his name, so sinful and sweet.

Touya muttered quietly underneath his breath, so low that you didn't catch it as he disappeared into a cloud of magic and smoke.

You felt your walls tighten around the vibe; a whimper left your lips. "Won't you, Touya?" You were so overstimulated and close to tears. You needed to come. You needed him. Wanted to feel his hands on you, hold you in his strong arms, kiss you and climax with you. You can't stand it. "Touya, please." You break and beg. "Baby-" Shutting your eyes tight.

You didn't hear anything.

You glanced down at your phone, a tear falling down you face. "Touya?" You sniff and waited as your heart began to sink. Oh god, did you push him too far? Did you fuck up? Panic setting in as you bit your lower lip and turn the toy off, falling back onto the bed until your head hit your pillow as a heart wrenching sob spills from your chest. "Don't leave me."

A blue plum of thick smoke gathered around your bed as a tall figure stood over your bed.

Deep, dark otherworldly blues drinking in your naked form. Silently panting and aching with primal lust and need, gasping for air as he hovered over the edge of your bed, fully hard and ready when the scent of your tears and distress snapped him out of his trance and lustfilled haze. His instincts shifting from thoughts of carnal sex to offering you comfort and pulling you into his arms. Why? Why were you crying when just a few minutes ago you were begging for him to re-claim you.

Releasing a shaky breath, his chest rises and falls as he tries to calm down. Rein in his emotions and desires back. Keeping the last shred of his sanity and clarity. Holding on by a single thread as he crawled into your bed and his heated hands reaching for you. "Hey," he whispered, purring softly. "I'm here, pretty baby. I'm here." He murmurs in between pants, his heartbeat drumming in his ears, voice husky, rough and gravely.

You trembled harder, shutting your eyes tighter. Oh boy, you were hearing his voice. You really were desperate and crazy like a needy slut, weren't you?

Touya's heart clenched within his scarred and damaged chest. He trailed his clawed hands up your quivering thighs, spreading you wider and pulled the toy out, flung in behind him without a care and wedged himself between your thick thighs to pull you into his embrace. "Open your eyes, my love." He whispered, wiping your tears with the back of his thumb and kissing your rosy, wet and tear-stained cheek. "Y/n?"

Your eyes snapped open, as a new trail falls. "Touya." You are greeted by the sight of his beautiful face, the purple burn scars, piercings and stapples you've grown accustomed to seeing every single day. Your dark knight and winged, fanged devil. "Are you really here?" You stared at him in disbelief and sadness.

"Of course, I'm here." He raised a furrowed; ocean blues soften in worry. "You called for me and I came." He lowered his head, rubbing his noise with yours and offered a small smile. "Don't cry, my sweet." His other hand gently cupped your face, licking your tears away. "Your soul called out to me. We are bounded for life, remember?"

You nodded your head and hummed, sniffing. "I'm sorry." You whisper, guilt and shame tightening like a thick chain around your chest, squeezing your heart.

"What did I say about over apologizing, baby?" Touya whispered gently, nuzzling the top of your head, then flicking you in the forehead.

You yelp, smacking his arm while rubbing your aching forehead. "Not to." You offer him a wobblily smile. "I can't help it."

"No," he tsks lightly and corrects gently, "It's a bad habit that needs to be broken." He gives a brief, kiss on the lips which leaves you wanting and burning for more. "You don't need to overexplain things to me. I know who you are and adore your cuteness." He contradicts himself again by lightly pinching your cheek as his lips curl into a smug, cocky smirk and flashing you his pearly white teeth and fangs. "Somebody's gonna take advantage of it, if you aren't careful."

Your smile pulls down into a glare. "Yeah, you blockhead."

That earns you a chuckle, light and carefree. "Perhaps. You need more training, my sweet." He stops to kiss your red cheek as an apology.

"Or you could learn to more self-control?" You argue, rolling your eyes.

"Now where the hell is the fun in that?" Touya counters, raising a brow. "I think I'll pass, thanks." He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with sweat and traces of your earlier pheromones of lust and desire still clinging onto your skin. A familiar scent caught his attention, his lips quirked higher into your flesh. "You wore my shirt today, didn't ya?"

Your cheek become ablaze. "Maybe?"

"Don't worry, I store your white lace panties." He admits without shame, leaning back to study your expression of embracement and shock. "What? You didn't think I'd leave without taking something? Do you now know me?" He placed his hand over his heart and pouts, "You wound me, my love."

Your brows furrow as you cover you heated cheek. "Oh my god, Touya you sick perverted demon I just wore those yesterday."

Touya reached around, underneath your pillow and holding something in his hand. "So you can walk around naked only wearing my shirt while I'm gone, but I can't use you used panties as jerking material? How the fuck is that fair?" He isn't mad. He's genuinely curious and teasing, eating up your honest and cute reactions.

You grab his shirt out of his clawed hand and put it back. "It's mine now. No take backs." You huff and stick out your tongue.

Big mistake.

Touya latches his mouth onto yours, licking, swirling and sucking on your tongue in a passionate, hungry and heated kiss. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss before breaking it. Leaning upright, balancing on his forearms, his mouth tugged into a mischievous, lopsided grin. Drinking in you become a flushed, panting and breathless mess beneath him. Your hair strawed out on your pillow, beautiful silky tress a wild, suggestive and untied, untidy.

Touya felt his body come back to life. Protesting as a wave of heat and liquid fire, lust and desire flooding his veins rebounding back, hard and demanding. He grunts low, shutting his eyes tight. His body began to tremble and quake above you, fingers clenched tight, white knuckled and claws nearly riping the sheets. You. You smelled sweeter than usual. Sweeter than the sweetest tasting fruit and ripe? His eyes snaped open and widened, breath hitching. That's why he was going into a frenzy. His body demanding him to mate and fuck you until his seed plainted your insides white and he had nothing left to give. "You?" Touya panted, groaning as if he's in pain.

You tilted your head wondering what's had gotten Touya so riled up? "I'm?" You repeat. "Touya, what's wrong?"

Pressing his body further into yours as you giggled, feeling his larger, heated hands begin to wonder, heating up and grip your wide hips, snug and tight. His painfully hard, erect cock, throbbing, angry between his legs as he grinded himself between your wet, soaking folds and lower lips to try to relieve himself of his aching need. "You're in heat." Touya muttered, panting. His cheeks were flushed and red. Trying to think of the right words to explain things better.

"Heat?" You gasp, legs falling wider and rolling your hip, accepting the welcomed delicious friction, following his lead.

"Your ovulating, aren't you?" Touya questioned, blunt.

Your face heats up further. "Yes." You nod your head, stopping. "My cycle has always been abnormal." You admit, hands wanting up his scarred, stappled and muscled chest, then wrapping around his neck. "I have a calendar on my phone that tracks my cycle. It supposed to start in this weekend, but it does say fertile today and the next few days." You mutter sheepishly, turning your head away.

Touya didn't look down at you in disgust. No, the opposite. He stops his grinding despite everything inside of him wanting to take you, sink into your tight heat and waiting womb, begging for his seed. He smiled through the pain, cupping your face and guiding you back to meet his gaze. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is still beautiful." He chuckles, kissing your cheek and purring.

You can't believe what you are hearing. He knew by scent that you were ovulating, and he found it hot. Your heart warmed as your felt you could cry happy tears, resulting in you trailing your lips along his burnt jaw line, feeling his muscle tense and grind. You knew you were playing with fire.

Touya took a moment to recompose himself.

"Besides, I have a mom and a younger sister. I know a thing or two about periods. It doesn't gross me out." He mutters seductively into your ear. "If you're down for it. We can still fool around while you are on your cycle." He felt his cock twitch and jump as if his lower half agreed to the idea. "Heard it can help those pesky cramps, and you become more sensitive, hmm?" He hums, lips rising into a wicked smirk.

You shiver and gasp, squirming underneath his watchful and leering, heated gaze. "Yes."

The incubus demons hold becomes more possessive, territorial as his hands leaves your hips to reach underneath and knead and cup handfuls of your ass. "Still want to try for a baby?" He asks without breaking eye contact, blue eyes flickering a darker shade. "Want me to knock you up with our little gremlin, hellspawn and halfling, pretty baby?" He lowered his head to lick a teasing stripe of his tongue along your neck and his claiming mark, sucking on the flesh. "Or we can still practice? Final all the right, deep position when the times comes?"

You tangled your hands in his soft, snow-white, fluffy locks. Biting your lower lip. Everything was still so new. Your new relationship with Touya. You didn't have the money saved to take care of a child, even if, you knew Touya would make sure you or the child never went without. Knew he would spoil you and the child. It wouldn't be fair to chain him down yet no matter how much your body screamed for him. "Not yet," You admitted, softly, a hesitant and low whisper.

Touya sucked on his claiming bite hard, loving how your back arched further into his chest before he let go with loud and audible pop. "Alright." He pulled back, smirk growing higher. "Practice it is then," he purred.

"Really?" You panted, fluttering your thick, pretty long lashes at him.

"Abso-fucking-lutely, precious." Touya winked, lowering his head to capture a perky nipple into his hungry mouth. Swirling his tongue around the erect peak, then gave a hard suck and groaning into your skin.

You cradle his head against your body, one hand remaining tangled into his hair and the other raking your nails down his back. You felt his body twitch and shudder above you, growling possessively and drooling around your breast before letting go to give the other attention while his hand groped and pinched, rolling your nipple in-between his fingers. You accepted his attention and affection, moaning and once again, thanking your lucky stars for such a beautiful and bewitching demon.

Touya grins, using his tail to slither in-between your bodies to play with your clit as he rolls his hips back to press the aching tip of his cockhead between your folds. He pushed his hips forward and sinking into your hot, wet sheath, slow and gentle, feeding you his length, observing every twitch, everything breathless moan and gasp falling from your pretty kiss swollen lips.

Touya knew he had to apologize properly for upsetting you and sate his woman's lustful hunger and needy body. Right now, nothing else matters. You and only you filled his mouth, his senses, his lungs, wrapped around his cock as he focused on your pleasure and release.

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Touya didn't sleep after your love making. He stayed awake to watch you sleep within his arms and purred in content. His hands roamed lazily, heating and massaging your skin underneath the blanket as his tail wrapped around your waist. He inwardly sighed. He had to go back to his hotel room and pick up his things to check out. He didn't want to leave.

He got an idea.

"My love." Touya nuzzles and cooes gently into your ear, lowering his head to pepper your jaw and neck with featherily light kisses. "Wake up, baby."

You began to stir, humming softly in answer. "What is it?" You mumble, trying to snuggle further into his warm body heat. "What time is it?"

"Come with me." He offered, nippling and lapping at his claiming mark. "Gotta get back to my hotel room to check out, then I can treat you to breakfast."

He knew he'd had you interested when he mentioned food.

"What kind?" You whispered, trying to hide your interest but he heard it all the same.

"Whatever my sexy succubus wants." He captures your jaw in his hand and locks his lips with yours. "My treat."

"I need to shower and get ready." You moan in-between kisses.

Touya pulled away, eyes twinkling with mischief and bright. "You can get all dolled up inside my hotel room." Flashing you that checky, arrogant and smug grin of his. "Besides, I need to show off my girl and I promised to give you a signed exclusive copy of our calendar."

"Isn't it too early before they can be printed?" You ask, opening your eyes and smiling up at him.

"Everything finished yesterday while everyone was at the after party celebrating." He explained, rolling his eyes. "Leon and Keigo asked about you." He kisses the side of your head, wrapped his arms around you, rose into his knees and proceeded to crawl off the bed as you giggled, noticing that he was pouting in annoyance. "Stupid nosy feathered bird has to bring you up." Touya's tail swayed anger behind him as he glowered and clicked his tongue. " Of course, Leon had to join in the teasin' and goating. Asking, if I'd gotten your pregnant yet."

You blush hard, remembering what you had asked last night. "What did you tell him?"

Touya's face softened, flickering down to meet your embarrassed and curious gaze. "That it was none of their fuckin' business." His lips curled into a smile as he led you to your closet and set you down to open a drawer inside your dresser to grab a paint of sweat pants and one of his spare shirts he'd left here.

After nearly crashing at your place every night and purposeful leaving his clothes you had decided to clear a drawer and cabinet in your bathroom for him. He even stores things inside his side of the bed in the spare nightstand.

On more than one occasion you had found an envelope with money inside your purse.

A thick wad of cash with his handwriting, Treat yourself to something pretty on me~

You still felt guilty whenever you spend it on thinks that wasn't what you needed. Instead of using it all you decided to add it to your rainy-day fund and savings. Of course, you did buy a new outfit or lingerie set. Touya loved literally everything, however, he seemed to go crazy over the crotchless set and corsets with in underbust, leaving your tits bare and free to admire, latch onto and grope to his greedy, black, flaming hearts content. 

Throwing on a bathrobe, shoving an outfit and the new lingerie you bought yesterday into a small tote bag and your favorite black boots, shower essentials, makeup and creams you exited the bathroom where Touya sat on your bed. "I'm ready." You nervously shuffled on your feet. It was ridiculous getting all nervous and jittery. Touya had seen you naked thousands of times now and he still stared holes into your skin with an unnatural, beast-like, unholy, carnal and sinful hunger that left you hot all over and wanted. 

Touya gave you a slow once over, rising from the bed and strolled towards you. Towering over you and quickly eating up your personal space, pulling you into his hard chest and holding you like precious glass. Lowering his head and whispering in your ear, "Hold on tight, baby," he purred, then muttering a spell, his blue smoke and magic swirling and engulfing you two as your heart fluttered and pounded within your chest. You trusted him. You didn't care where you went as long as you had him. 

"Always." You pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing more of yourself into his body. 

---- End of Part 5 ------

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Once again, Lura! Thank you, thank you so much for the Inkubus Dabi! @lura-valentine

He's so delicious 🤤 and oh my god, she even drew Touya's necklace from Chapter 1! His courting gift to MC! Y'all don't tell me you wouldn't absolutely fuck him? No? Fine, more for me! 🤭 Jk

Y'all give her some love! ���🙌💙🔥

[darkstarlight82]

All I asked was for you to stay

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon era, Angsty love, Confession, Hurt and comfort, 1.2k words! Summary: Levi pushes you away, thinking you deserve better—but your heartbreaking confession makes him realize you were all he ever wanted. Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

Day 9: What do I have to do to keep you huh?

You never asked him for anything.

That was the most dangerous part.

You never begged for affection, never reached for the hand he always tucked in his pockets, never looked at him with wide, expectant eyes like everyone else did. You simply were Kind. Loyal. Steady.

And that terrified him more than titans ever could.

Because you were everything he wanted.

It started quietly. You were there after every mission, handing him hot tea without a word. Sitting next to him during meal hours when others gave him space out of fear. You smiled without expecting a smile in return.

He thought you were naïve at first.

But you never blinked at blood. You stitched wounds with the same ease you tied your boots. And when his eyes met yours after a near-death encounter, you didn't panic or cry.

You just smiled and said, "You came back!"

And that was the moment Levi Ackerman knew he was doomed.

But still he tried to ignore it.

Tried to focus on paperwork, on training, on anything but the softness of your voice or the way you always remembered how he took his tea—no sugar, just bitter. Like him.

But affection was dangerous. Wanting was dangerous.

And still, he wanted.

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One evening, he spotted you laughing.

You were standing by the stables with another soldier—someone your age. Clean face, warm smile, hands that hadn't held as much death. The guy handed you a handkerchief, and you took it, cheeks flushed.

Something inside Levi twisted.

You looked like you belonged there, in a world where people smiled. A world where lovers exchanged cloth instead of bleeding out in battle.

He turned and left.

And expectedly, the next day, he didn't show up for tea.

He didn't sit beside you at meals. Didn't speak when your eyes searched his face for something, anything that told you this wasn't all in your head.

And you noticed. Of course you noticed.

But you didn't chase him.

Because you thought he needed space.

You didn't know he was trying to erase you.

And that's how three days passed. Then five. Then ten.

And on the eleventh, you snapped.

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You find him in his office after training, standing with arms crossed in front of the window, jaw tight. You enter the room without knocking and walk straight up to him, voice trembling with something volcanic.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

His expression dosen't change. "Doing what?"

"Don't act like you don't know," you say, taking a breath. "You've been avoiding me."

He looks away. "You're imagining things."

"Bullshit, Levi," your voice cracks, "You shut me out. For no reason. After everything we've been through, you just… cut me off like I'm nothing."

"I didn't—"

"You did!" you yell, tears finally covering your eyes. "You did! And I want to know why!"

Silence....

His room feels too cold, too narrow. You step closer.

"What do I have to do to make you love me?" you whisper.

He flinches.

"I never asked you for anything," you say. "Not a relationship, not your time. I knew you weren't ready. I knew you were fighting death every day. I didn't expect you to hold me or kiss me or give me anything—I just wanted you to let me stay. That's it. Just… stay."

You press a hand to your chest, breath shaking. "But instead, you decided for me. Like I'm not strong enough to love you."

"Don't," he says lowly, finally looking at you. His voice is hoarse. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

"Then why?" you cry. "Why push me away?! Why do you keep acting like I'll be better off without you?"

"Because you will be!" Levi shouts.

The silence that followed cracked the air like a whip.He didn't yell often. You never heard him raise his voice like that—not to you.He steps back, fist clenched. "You're young. You have time. You can be with someone who doesn't come home with blood on their hands. Someone who can promise you a future. Someone who won't die tomorrow."

"But I don't want someone else!" you scream. Tears blur your vision, hot and endless. "I want you. You, even if you're rough. You, even if you're afraid. I don't care if the world ends tomorrow—I'll love you in it."

He looks at you then.

And his eyes, those gray-haunted eyes, breaks.

"You deserve better," he says, voice softer now. "A real life. I can't give you that."

"I don't need perfection, Levi!" you choke. "I need you. All your scars. All your fears. I need the man who sharpens his blades beside me. Who comes back from hell and drinks his tea bitter. I chose you."

A long, quiet pause.

Then he mutters, almost bitterly, "You're a fucking idiot."

You laugh through the tears. "I know."

He turns his face away, but not before you see the flicker of something cracking, like a dam that's been holding for too long.

"I tried to make it easier for you," he mutters. "I thought if I left, you'd find someone else. Someone... not me."

You step closer.

"I don't want anyone else," you breathe. "Don't you get it? I'd rather have a few real moments with you than a lifetime with someone I don't love."

He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, something inside him has shattered. And from the pieces, something raw and honest finally rises.

"I wake up every day thinking you'll stop loving me," he says hoarsely. "That you'll look at me and realize I'm too far gone. Too stained."

He lowers his head.

"But I look at you... and I wonder what I ever did to deserve someone like you looking at me that way."

The tears fall freely down your face now. "Then why push me away?"

"Because I love you." he whispers.

You choke on a sob.

"I love you in ways that terrify me," he continues, voice breaking. "And I didn't know how to carry it. How to carry you, without hurting you."

You throw your arms around him. He doesn't resist this time. "I don't want easy," you whisper into his ear. "I want you."

He presses his face into your neck, and for the first time, his walls aren't just cracking, they're collapsing.

"I'll ruin you," he whispers.

"You're the only thing that's ever saved me," you reply.

And in that moment, amid the silence of everything you both tried to deny, Levi kisses you.

It's not soft, it's not desperate either. It's just filled with the weight of a hundred things left unsaid. It tastes like regret, tea, tears, longing and love... all at once.

And when he pulls back, looking at you like you've given him the whole world and asks-

"Tell me y/n, what do I have to do... to make you happy?"

You just smile through the tears.

"Just stay, and don't ever leave."

He pulls you close again. "Never again."

[darkstarlight82]

Dirt and dignity

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

No regrets era! Thug Levi x Reader

Summary: While you enter the Underground to help the poor and almost get kidnapped, Levi, a sharp-edged thug saves you. As you keep coming back, he becomes your quiet protector and you become the only thing that softens him. Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

🔪Day:7 Thug/Noble🖋️

The air in the Underground stinks of rot, rust, and smoke. Every step you take echoes in the narrow alleys like a dare.

You keep your hood low, face hidden beneath layers of thick, worn fabric. Even now, draped in commoner's clothes and covered in soot, you stand out. There's something too clean about your posture, too careful about your silence.

You don't belong here. And everyone knows it.Your bodyguard walks ahead, hand hovering near his hidden blade. He's tense. Has been since you passed the collapsed stairwell and saw a group of children huddled together in the cold, skin and bones under thin rags. That's why you're here. That's why you keep coming down here, even though the nobles in the Upper Ring call you foolish.

But you don't care what they call you. You see those kids in your dreams. You hear them when the castle halls go quiet.So you bring food. Warm blankets. Medicine in secret. You risk everything for these kids—because someone has to.

You round another corner, hand on the bag strapped across your shoulder when—

"Hey!"

Your guard tenses just as three men emerge from the shadows—filthy, scarred, and armed. One of them grins, revealing gold teeth. "That cloak's too clean for this place. What do we have here?"

The second man eyes your boots. "She's a noble."

"I'm not-" you start, but it's too late.

One lunges forward. Your guard shoves you back, drawing his blade.

"Run!" he shouts.

But you don't get the chance.

A fourth man grabs you from behind. The bag drops from your hands as you twist, elbowing him hard in the ribs. But he's stronger, and he clamps a filthy hand over your mouth.

Panic floods your chest. You try to scream. Try to kick.

Then, suddenly—A blur of black cuts between you and the attacker.

You hear a crack—then a body hits the ground.

The man holding you stumbles back, choking.You spin around just in time to see him fall, face-first into the dirt.

Behind him stands a man with coal-black hair, a knife spinning in his hands like they were born there. He doesn't even look winded.He looks… annoyed.

"Tch. Filthy"

To his right, a girl with red hair and wild green eyes kicks another thug to the ground, laughing as she spins a rusted pipe.

"You okay, princess?" she calls.

"I'm not a princess," you mutter, heart still pounding.

"To us, anyone not covered in sewer grime is royalty," says the third of them, a taller man with blond hair and kind eyes. "Sorry about the dramatic entrance. You looked like you needed help."

The leader, the one with the knife, turns to you, eyes narrowing. "You're not from here."

"No," you admit, brushing dust from your cloak. "But I came to help."

'Help?" he echoes. He looks around at the scene, the unconscious thugs, the torn bag. "This isn't a tour. You could've been killed."

"I brought food and medicine for the kids," you say, standing straighter. "Not to sightsee."

He looks you over—eyes cool, calculating. Noticing the way your voice doesn't shake. The blood on your lip. The way you didn't cry, didn't collapse. You fought.

"Tch," he mutters. "You have shit on your face"

You look at him with disbelief, "Excuse me?"

Isabel hops over beside him. "Levi meant you're amazing. Also yeah you have dirt on your pretty face, probably because that bastard grabbed you. Anyway we're impressed. You're like… the first rich person I've seen who doesn't act like the world owes her."

Furlan nods. "She's brave."

Levi clicks his tongue. "She wishes to get kidnapped"

You look at levo with annoyance. "What's your problem?" You ask angrily. Levi's eyes land on you again. "Its common sense. If you're coming down here, you'll need someone who actually knows how to survive this place."

You raise a brow. "And that’s you?"

"I'm Levi," he says simply, stepping closer. "And yeah. It is."

You meet his gaze, steady and sharp.

And somehow… you believe him.

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Weeks later, you come back. Again and again. Bringing medicine. Teaching the children how to write. Listening to their stories.

Levi waits for you each time, leaning against a broken wall, knife crossed on his back. At first, he says nothing, just walks beside you like a shadow, eyes scanning every corner. But over time, something shifts.

He starts walking closer. Offers you his coat when the cold sinks in. Stares too long when you smile at the kids.

"You're too soft," he grumbles once as he ties a child's shoe for them. "Someone'll take advantage of that."

"Then I'm lucky because I have you, right? At least here?"

His hand stills.

You pretend not to notice how his ears go red.

He's still a thug. Still sharp-tongued, rough-edged, and not entirely gentle.

But he's yours now. Even if neither of you say it aloud.

And slowly, the Underground starts to change.Because you're not just healing its children—You're softening its deadliest blade, too.

[darkstarlight82]

Whatever comes, we'll face together

Event: @levievent "Levi month 25"

PostWar Levi! Married life! 1k words!

Summary: You fear becoming a burden when you become sick, but Levi reminds you that you've survived worse together and this is nothing.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

Day 6: We've been through everything else

together, this is no different

The letter arrives just after breakfast.

You don't read it right away, just stand by the door, envelope in hand, staring at your name printed neatly across the front. Levi's in the kitchen, grumbling to himself while reorganizing the tea tins, his wheelchair clicking softly against the floor every now and then.

You take the letter to the bedroom.

When you finally unfold it and read the words, your first thought is, I knew something was wrong.

Your second is, How do I tell him?

You sit on the edge of the bed for a long time. The room feels too quiet. Too clean. You read the letter again. And again.

Chronic autoimmune disease.

Early stage. Manageable, the letter says. But progressive. Unpredictable.

The kind of condition that comes in waves. Some days, you'll be fine. Some days, you won't be able to get out of bed.

You swallow hard.

You've survived a war. Seen the worst humanity has to offer. But this..... this slow betrayal of your body..... it feels different. Colder. Quieter. Like being hunted by something that never shows its face.

You hear the wheels long before you see him. A quiet roll down the hallway, purposeful and slow. Levi doesn't call your name. Doesn't knock.

The door creaks open.

You look up too fast, and the paper flutters to the floor.

He catches the edge of it before it lands, eyes flicking to the heading. His expression shifts, just barely.

"What is it?"

You can't speak. You look at him—your Levi, your stubborn, tired, unkillable Levi, with his sleeve half-rolled and hair still slightly damp from his morning routine. The old wounds still linger in his body, but he sits straighter than anyone you know. His strength is quieter now. Rooted.

You try to find the words. They don't come.

He picks up the letter, scans it quickly, and folds it with surgical precision.

You brace yourself.

"I didn't want to tell you like this," you murmur.

Levi raises an eyebrow. "What, with facts and medical terminology?"

You blink. That tone—flat, dry, unimpressed. He's already defusing your spiral.

He sets the letter aside and wheels closer.

"You're shaking."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

You clench your jaw. "It's not life-threatening."

He leans back in his chair, arms folding.

"Is it going to hurt?"

You nod, barely. "Eventually. It's not fatal, but it gets worse over time. I might lose mobility on bad days. My joints, my hands, knees, they'll swell. Some days I won't be able to walk without help. Some days I won't be able to do anything at all."

Levi doesn't flinch. He doesn't look away. He doesn't wince.

He just watches you with the same cold fire he used to level at Titans, and says:

"Then we deal with it."

Your heart stumbles.

"I don't want to be a burden," you whisper.

He leans forward slightly, one hand resting on his wheel, the other reaching for yours.

"You're not a burden. You're my partner."

You bite your lip. "You already went through hell. You already lost so much. And after all the sacrifices, I thought I finally be able to take care of yourself. Of us. And now.... this?"

His voice is low. Blunt. Unshakable.

"We've overcome everything together. This is no different."

You try to smile. You can't.

"I feel like I'm breaking," you admit. "And it's not even bad yet. What happens when I can't carry my own weight anymore?"

Levi's eyes darken—not in anger. In resolve.

"Then I carry it for you. Even in this state, I will."

Your throat tightens.

He pauses. "You remember when I was in the hospital? When I couldn't even lift my arm. I'd cry in my sleep due to pain and you'd sit next to me, pretending to read, just to make sure I didn't wake up alone."

You nod slowly.

"You didn't treat me like I was broken. You didn't run."

You reach for his hand. His fingers curl around yours with calloused strength.

"I'm not going anywhere, I already can take care  most of the housechores and myself," he says. "And I'll learn how to take care of you too."

You laugh shakily. "You'll get sick of me. Wait till I can't get the jar lids open."

"Tch. I'll just call you weak and open them myself."

You snort. "Romantic."

He smirks. "You chose me."

You lean your forehead against his.

"And I'll keep choosing you. Even when it gets ugly."

"Especially then."

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, slow and deliberate. No fanfare. No big speeches. Just Levi, quiet and real, offering you the most precious thing he has: his steadiness.

You close your eyes and breathe him in.

This disease will come and go. It will take. It will hurt.

But it won't win.

Not when Levi's beside you.

[darkstarlight82]

Rules mean nothing when you bleed

Event: @levievent "Levi month 25"

!Mentions of self-insecurity! 900 words

Summary: Your safety is Levi's greatest priority. If breaking rules means keeping you safe, he'd do that without a second thought.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

🖋️Day 5: Abuse of authority🖋️

You're not supposed to be here.

You know it. Everyone knows it. And Levi definitely knows it.

The Survey Corps isn't for people like you, new recruits who hesitate a second too long, who flinch at the sound of horses galloping, who still cry when they see their first dismembered body.

But you're here. Assigned, somehow, to Captain Levi's squad.

It doesn't make sense.

You're not top of your class. You're not the fastest, the smartest, or the most ruthless. You just can.... stitch well. But that doesn't count as much. You're almost a liability.

And yet, he doesn't transfer you.

Not when Hange casually suggests it.

Not when Oluo complains about your inexperience.

Not even when you try to bring it up yourself.

"Captain," you say one day, standing at attention in his office, hands trembling behind your back. "I'm not sure why I was placed in your squad. I… I think I'm holding everyone back."

He doesn't even look up from his paperwork.

He just says calmly, "You're staying."

"But..."

"You think I make assignments without reason?" His tone cuts sharper now. He looks up, eyes narrowing. "If I didn't want you here, you would have been in a much more shittier place.”

You blink. "But why do you want me here?"

He stares at you for a long moment. Then goes back to writing.

"You think you have the right question to my decisions, cadet l/n?"

You flinch and immediately apologise.

"I'm sorry, captain."

"Then move your sorry ass and get out of my office."

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The missions were brutal. The terrain was worse. But Levi never put you in the vanguard. Never let you lead. You rode behind him, always. You rarely even got assigned cleanup or scouting.

He always picked the worst of it for himself.

And the more you think about it, the more it becomes obvious.

He's protecting you.

Too much.

You never get paired with anyone but him. You never get punished like the others. And when you dislocated your shoulder during a gear malfunction, Levi personally reset it—him, not a medic—his hands firm, precise, his jaw locked.

"Try to be more careful," he muttered.

"I'm trying," you breathe, wincing.

And for the first time, you catch it in his eyes, something tight. Something personal.

Something that shouldn't be there.

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After some day you overhear levi and Hange's conversation. You didn't mean to but when you heard them talking about you, you couldn't stop yourself from listening.

"You're too soft on her," Hange says gently.

"She's not like the others. She's not built for this."

Levi doesn't answer right away. You press your ear to the wooden wall, heart in your throat.

"I know," he says.

"Then why keep her here? She'd be safer as a clerk in HQ."

Another pause.

Then-

"Because I don't trust anyone else to keep her alive."

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Also coincidentally "that" night, you find him alone in the mess hall, sipping tea long gone cold. Without any formalities, you stride towards him, angry, frustrated. Then with any doubts.....

"You're abusing your authority, captain. Is it because you know me from underground?" you say quietly.

He doesn't flinch.

"Yeah," he replies.

You gasp and look at him with shock, then clench your firsts with anger.

"You could get court-martialed for favoritism."

"Tch." He looks at you now. "They'd have to prove it."

"Why me?" you ask finally.

"I don't know," he admits. "You're not strong. You're not fast. You're too kind, naive. You hesitate."

"Then why?"

His fingers curl around the edge of his cup.

"Because for once," he says, voice barely audible, "I want something that doesn't get killed."

The words sit between you, raw and heavy.

You swallow. "That's not fair to me."

"It's not." he says.

Then he turns to you, eyes colder now. "So if you want out, say it. I'll file it myself."

You shake your head. "I don't want out."

"Why?"

"Because I feel safe with you. And I don't wanna die either."

That stops him.

For all his control, for all his careful walls, your words shake him. Just a little.

And that's enough.

Because from then on, he doesn't hide it as much. The way he watches you too long during drills. The way he walks between you and danger without thought. The way he answers anyone who questions it with one sharp glance.

Call it favoritism. Call it obsession. Call it abuse of power.

He doesn't care.

Because in a world of death and cruelty, keeping you safe is the only order Levi refuses to question.

[darkstarlight82]

The peace between battles

Event: @levievent "Levi month 25"

Captain Levi Ackerman X Baker Reader! Fluffy romance, 950 words!

Summary: You, a simple girl who owns a bakery, unexpectedly become the softest part in Levi's life. In you, Levi finds solace and he definitely doesn't want to lose you, ever.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

🥖Day 4: Soldier/Civilian🥖

You first saw him when your hands were covered in flour.

The village was bustling with the arrival of the Survey Corps—bloody, battered, dragging themselves home like ghosts. As always, you brought bread to the square. Warm loaves were wrapped in cloth. It was the least you can do for the soldiers who kept the Titans from swallowing the walls.

You didn't expect him to take one.

He didn't speak when you offered it. Just stared.

Gray eyes. Sharper than steel. Tired in a way that sleep won't fix.

You hesitated. "It's still warm," you offered gently.

The others took theirs with nods or rushed thank-yous.

He took his in silence.

That's how it began.

You learned his name a week later: Captain Levi Ackerman. Everyone said it like a warning. He's the strongest, the fastest, the cleanest. He doesn't tolerate laziness or loudness or even dirt, apparently.

But to you, he's just the man who stands quietly in the corner of your shop at dawn, always five minutes before opening, waiting for your first batch of bread.

He doesn't talk much. Barely looks at you.

But one morning, when you forgot to wear gloves, showing your burn marks, he muttered, "You burn your fingers often?"

You blinked, startled. "Only when I'm in a rush."

He frowned. "Don't rush then."

That's the longest thing he had said to you in two weeks.

The next morning, he brought you a pair of reinforced gloves, far too nice for someone like you.

You stared down at them. "Captain?"

"Use them," he said. "I don't give gifts twice."

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People start noticing.

You, the civilian girl with flour on her cheeks and a garden behind the bakery.

And Levi, the terrifying Captain who now drinks your tea after missions, eyes closed, shoulders slumped.

They wonder what someone like him could want with someone like you.

But they don't see what you see.

They don't see how he stares at your hands when you stitch torn sleeves for the neighborhood kids. Or how he listens, really listens when you talk about your favorite flowers.

They don't hear the way his voice softens when he says your name. Rare. Barely audible. But there.

You don't ask about the missions. He doesn't ask about your past. There's an unspoken agreement between you two, "this is a safe place"

And for Levi, who has spent his life surrounded by blood and orders, this peaceful silence becomes his comfort.

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One night, thunder shakes the walls. There's news of a breach in Wall Rose. People are panicking.

Levi finds you in the cellar, gathering food and first-aid.

"You're not leaving?" he asks.

You turn, surprised by the tension in his voice. "No. This is my home. I'll stay and help the ones who can't run."

He steps closer, jaw tight. "You might die."

You reach for his hand. His hand is stiff, cold.

"And so could you. Every time you ride out there, I think of that."

His hand twitches. But he doesn't pull away.

Instead, his voice drops. Barely a breath.

"If I told you to run, would you?"

You don't give a straight answer. You just smile.

"Don't worry, it's not like Titans are gonna come here soon, so I don't need to run."

He clicks his tongue with annoyance, then pulls you into him, rough, sudden but protective.

"You're a damn idiot," he mutters against your neck.

You smile. "Takes one to love one."

He stills.

You lean back just enough to meet his eyes. "I love you, Levi."

He stares at you like you've just handed him something he doesn't know how to hold.

Then, slowly, his hand lifts—callused fingers brushing your cheek.

And he kisses you.

Not like a soldier. Not like a captain.

But like a man who has lost too much… and finally found something he wants to keep.

[darkstarlight82]

Yours, wether you want me or not

Event: @levievent "Levi month 25"

Levi in denial, late night talks, 850 words

Summary: You refuse to let Levi push you away, forcing him to face the love he's spent so long denying. Like it or not, you've chosen him—and this time, he won't get to run. Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

Day 3: Like it or not, you're stuck with me

The storm has passed but the wind still howls between the walls of HQ.

It's late, past curfew but you don't care. You march down the hall, boots echoing against the cold stone floor, fingers clenched at your sides.

You've had enough.

Enough of his silence.

Enough of the distance.

Enough of pretending Levi Ackerman doesn't feel what you already know he does.

You stop in front of his office door. You don't knock.

You push it open.

Levi is sitting at his desk, of course candlelight flickeringThe against his tired face, eyes scanning one of a dozen open reports. He doesn't look up.

"Tch," he mutters. "You forget how doors work?"

"I knocked," you lie flatly, closing it behind you.

Now he does glance at you, briefly. His eyes narrow.

"It's late. You should be sleeping."

"And you should be human," you snap. "But here we are."

He doesn't answer, just clicks his tongue and looks back down at the page like your presence is a mosquito he's trying not to swat.

You don't move. You won't.

"I'm not here to talk about sleep," you say.

"Then talk fast."

"No."

He lifts his head again. Slower, this time. His eyes settle on you with that sharp stillness he uses in battle—measuring, guarded.

You walk to his desk and stop in front of it.

"I'm not going to talk fast. And I'm not going to leave. I'm going to say what I've been meaning to say for weeks, and you're going to listen."

Levi leans back slightly, folding his arms over his chest.

"Tch. That so?"

"Yes." You inhale. "Like it or not, you're stuck with me."

A pause.

He blinks once. Slowly.

You continue before he can cut you off. "You've been trying to push me away ever since you figured out how I feel. Since before that, even. You keep hiding behind protocol and rank and 'protecting me' like that makes it better."

He opens his mouth. You raise a hand.

"No—listen. I'm not your subordinate right now. I'm not a soldier. I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you."

Levi's jaw tightens. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"I do."

"No," he growls, standing now. "You think this is some storybook shit? You think I can just—what? Love you and go back to sharpening blades like none of it matters? That I can sit here while you throw yourself into the field and wonder if this is the day you die in front of me?"

"I think we've already been doing that!" you shoot back. "Every mission, every ambush, every time I come back bleeding, you're there. Scolding me. Stitching me up. Staying awake all night. And don't act like that's just part of the job."

You step around the desk. You're closer now. He doesn't move.

"I know how you look at me, Levi," you say, quieter now. "Like I'm the only soft thing you've ever allowed yourself to want."

He stares at you. Unblinking. Still.

You press on.

"And I know what you're going to say next. That I deserve better. That you're not good for me. That your hands are stained and your past is rotten and you're too cold to give me anything real."

You stop right in front of him. Chest to chest.

"Say it, then," you whisper. "Say it and mean it. Say you don't want me, and I'll walk out that door."

Silence.

His eyes flicker. His throat bobs.

But he doesn't speak.

And that's how you know.

You reach for his wrist—slowly, gently—fingers curling around his wrist.

"You don't get to choose for me," you say. "You don't get to decide what I feel or what I want. I've already chosen you, Levi. And I'm not going anywhere."

His hand twitches beneath yours.

Then his voice—quiet, frayed—cuts through the air.

Your heart stutters.

"You think I'm scared of you?" he breathes. "I'm scared of what I become if I lose you."

You squeeze his hand. "Then stop trying to lose me on purpose."

His breath shakes. His eyes fall shut.

And when they open again, something cracks.

"I'm not good at this," he admits, voice thin. "I never was."

You step closer. "Then be bad at it. With me."

And finally, finally—he lets his forehead fall against yours.

Not a kiss.

Not a confession.

Just a surrender.

A silent, trembling promise that maybe—for once—he'll let himself be loved.

[darkstarlight82]

Bound by oath

Event: @levievent "Levi month 25"

Age gap, !Angst! 900 words

Summary: You confess your love to your knight, Levi, but he rejects you—choosing duty over desire. He walks away, loving you silently from the shadows. Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs

⚔️ Day 1: Knight x Royalty ⚔️

The night sky weeps.

Not with rain, but with wind- cold, sharp, cutting through the castle gardens like a whispered warning. The lanterns sway. The roses bend.

And still, you wait.

Levi stands across from you, barely lit by the flickering torchlight. His black armor gleams dully beneath his cloak, and his sword rests at his hip, untouched. As always, he's still. Calm. Collected.

But his eyes — gods, his eyes betray him.

You take a shaky breath, fingers curling around the folds of your gown.

"Say something," you whisper. "Please."

Silence stretches between you.

Finally, he speaks.

"I told you not to ask me this, princess."

"I had to." Your voice wavers, but you don't break. "I couldn't keep pretending it doesn't hurt."

Levi exhales slowly, like dragging breath from stone.

You take a step closer. "You've watched over me since I was a child. You've risked your life for me more times than I can count. But I'm not a child anymore, Levi. I know what this is. Between us. I know you feel it too."

His jaw tenses.

You try again. Softer now. "My brother is to be king. Not me. I have no throne. No duty to marry for alliance. I'm free. I could choose-"

"No."

The word hits like a blade.

You freeze.

Levi's eyes stay on yours, steady and cold. But beneath the surface, something fractures.

"I serve the crown, princess," he says. "That is my only place."

"I'm not the crown," you whisper.

"You are royalty."

"And you are the only one who's ever seen me," you choke out. "Not as a symbol. Not as a bargaining chip. Just… as me."

Levi looks away then. Just briefly. But long enough for the silence to scream.

"I can't protect you if I cross that line," he says finally. "And if I can't protect you, I'm nothing."

"But....." you say, voice cracking.

His gaze meets yours again— and for a moment, you see it.

The devastation. The longing. The quiet love he will never speak aloud.

And then it's gone.

Walled behind the shield of his duty once more.

"You deserve someone who can stand beside you," he says. "Not behind you. Not in your shadow. Someone whose name won't stain yours."

"I don't care about names...."

"But I do," he snaps. Then, quieter, "I have to, princess."

Your throat closes.

He takes a slow step back. Not a dramatic retreat — just enough to create a distance that wasn't there before. Enough to remind you which of you wears silk… and which wears steel.

"I will always protect you, princess." Levi says, voice low. "Even from myself."

You take a breath like it might save you, but it doesn't.

"You love me," you say. It isn't a question.

Levi doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.

You see it in the way he looks at you like he's memorizing you for the last time.

You see it in the way his fingers twitch at his side like they want to reach for you.

You see it in the way he walks away — slowly, deliberately — as if it's the only way to keep from falling.

And you don't stop him.

You just stand in the garden under the aching sky, tears caught in your eyes, heart cracking like porcelain.

Because Levi Ackerman will love you from a distance.

He will protect you like he was born for it.

But he will never be yours.

[darkstarlight82]

Good morning, darling love bunny

Levi x fem reader

Mafia Levi, married life.

How mornings are with your adorable wolf of a husband, Levi.

After a full night of expressive love for each other, Levi showed you a lot more this morning. It was slow and delicate, the kind that made you breathless. The two of you were like two halves of a soul, united, you formed one perfect person.

As you lay in bed, Levi partially lay on you with his head on your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. He rubbed his cheek against your soft skin as he squeezed your body tightly. While Levi snuggled, you checked your phone and replied back to your dear friend about possibly having a shopping day with her because you knew Levi had work.

You squeaked when Levi took your phone. "Levi, you made me jump."

He read your messages. "Shopping day."

"Yup!" You smiled with pride. "It'll be fun."

He hummed as he played on your phone. "Will you miss me?"

"Always." He kissed your body. "Good." He lifted your phone up. "Picture."

You squealed. "Levi, my boobs are out."

He shifted up the bed to show his muscles, tattoos, lovebites and a few scratches and scars. "We've taken naughty pics before." He pulled you against him. "Not today then."

"Another time."

He smirked when he saw you were all shy. "Only if you want it." He cuddled you. "Perfect picture." He took a few pictures and texted one to his phone. "I love it."

You reached up and poked his cheek. "You just love anything to do with me."

"I love my wife, is that a crime?"

You sat up and rubbed his chest. "No, it's cute." You stretched and moaned as your joints clicked. "I need a shower, I feel sticky."

Levi hopped out of bed, yanked you into his arms. "Shower time."

You kicked your legs. "Levi, I can walk."

"Darling, love bunny, I must carry you."

You hummed a gentle laugh. "Very well, my cute wolf."

He placed you on your feet, lovingly scrubbed you clean before moving you out of the shower. Levi was gentle as he dried you off and helped you into your clothes for the day. He sat with you, dried your hair and combed it. Once he was done, he carefully did your makeup with his steady hands.

Levi pulled back and smiled at you. "Done just the way you like it."

You looked in the mirror and felt your heart race. He was always so good at putting on very light makeup that highlighted your cute features. "I look lovely."

"You always look lovely."

You pressed the end of his nose. "Flirt."

He bit your finger. "Yep." He stood up and pulled you against him. "Time for breakfast."

Seeing Levi cooking in the massive kitchen of the mansion made you smile, especially with the fact that he wore a cute apron you bought him. Levi was a very scary and powerful leader, but with you, he was always soft and cute. Compelled by your feelings, you walked over and hugged him from behind. He had perfect broad shoulders, a muscular back and a small waist. You slotted against him wonderfully. Holding him like this meant you could touch his abs and pecs.

Levi rubbed your hand. "You miss me?"

You leaned around his thick body, covered in tattoos and muscles, all of which you'd explored with love. "Yes. I just wanted to cuddle my husband." You squeezed him. "That okay, hubby?"

His heart fluttered at the pet name. "It's perfectly fine with me."

You covered his back with kisses. "Good."

"I hate to break this moment, but breakfast is ready. Go wait by your seat."

You hurried over to the seats and waited for him. As he placed the food down, you could feel your stomach rumble. You were so hungry, and Levi's food was heavenly. Before you could sit, Levi took his spot and yanked you to sit on his lap. Most mornings, he'd make you sit on his lap; others, you were next to him.

He squeezed you as he ate and checked his phone, his messages full of reports from his group. "Mm."

You licked your lips and observed your husband. "Something wrong?"

He released a long sigh and put his phone down. "Sweet bunny wife." He hugged you and looked up at you. "I can't spend all day with you. I have to work."

"Oh, well, that's okay." You cupped his face when he pouted. "I'll miss you, but it'll mean when we're together again, it'll be wonderful. Reunions are fun."

"You're right." He kissed you. "Go shopping today, okay? I'll send two bodyguards to go with you."

You gasped and tapped on your phone. "I'll invite my friend!"

"Stay together, don't venture too much, okay?" He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Call me if you need anything at all."

"Promise." You rubbed his chest. "Make sure you're careful, okay?"

"I'll be very careful."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @demonic-bird @searriously @dreamerofthewest @abiatackerman @minminroie @aomi04

[darkstarlight82]

Hiii jellyyyyy I had an idea about husband Levi killing a guy because he was perving on us at the pool/beach bc we love a crazy man

Unwritten rule

Levi x fem reader

Mafia Levi

It was a well-known unwritten rule. A rule so simple that anyone can follow. It was an important rule. Even children knew about this rule. Everyone followed and respected the rule. No matter what life you lived or language you spoke, you knew this rule.

Do. NOT. Fuck. With. Levi. Ackerman's. Wife.

Easy, right? Such a simple thing. Everyone knew how deeply in love Levi was with you. The man was insane. People talked about the things he would buy you - once he bought you a whole shop full of flowers. People knew that Mrs Ackerman was as sweet as candy, though. You'd never demand anything, only ask for simple things, and your husband would go overboard.

The demon Levi Ackerman, protector of the good and killer of bad, had found his sweet goddess, whom he made sure corruption never touched. He kept you safe. He kept you loved. He kept you happy. He kept you fed in more ways than one.

This unwritten rule was so well known that it was confusing to hear, from you, that some fucker had touched you, groped you and insulted you when you were at the beach, and you told him no. When you said no multiple times, the man got angry and ended up hitting you a few times. Now, you were a broken, shaking and bruised little Goddess, Levi didn't like that.

Not. One. Bit.

It didn't take long for Levi to find the pathetic man, drag him to his base and beat him for a few hours. The pleasure Levi felt beating the man over and over, blood spattering, bones breaking, skin bursting open, and screams filling the room. It was like music. Levi had hurt people before; it was nothing to him, but hurting someone who'd dared to bruise his little muffin? They had to suffer and die. This was a perfect feeling, making this man suffer.

"Levi?" Erwin's deep voice echoed off the walls. "Your wife is calling." He raised the phone up.

Levi yanked his leather gloves off, caked in blood and threw them at the broken man on the floor. "Thanks." He pressed the phone to his ear, and the scowl he wore dissipated, replaced by a sweet smile. "Darling."

You cooed Levi's name. "My handsome grumpy. When are you coming home?" You whined. "I miss you." The pout you wore was clear in your voice. "I want cuddles and dinner."

"You've not eaten yet?"

"No, I won't eat without you."

His heart swelled with delight; he knew you ate when he did to ensure he was eating correctly. "Forgive me, darling, I will be home soon."

You huffed a sigh. "Okay." You whined a little. "Has he been taken care of?"

"Of course, darling, you know I take care of trash." He reached for his gun, which was slotted into his shoulder holster. "I'll be home in ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay!" You were excited to see your husband. "I'll get cooking."

"Darling love, we have chefs."

You huffed. "I know, but I want to cook for us. Please, can I cook for you?"

He chuckled. "Alright, I look forward to seeing what you make."

"I love you!"

He smiled at your words; he'd never get tired of hearing them. He softly called your name. "I love you more than anything. See you soon." He ended the call and handed the phone back to Erwin. "Thank you."

Erwin gripped the phone. "Happy to help. I'll hand it back over once you're finished."

Levi turned off the safety and checked his gun. "I appreciate it, Erwin. You're an incredible friend." He walked up to the man as he started to sob, beg and plead for mercy. He pointed the gun at his head and fired. "Would you and your wife like to come over for dinner?"

Erwin nodded. "I'd love that, thank you." He handed over Levi's phone. "I'll call Kat now."

Levi texted you about the update and smiled at the happy and excited emojis you sent back. "Fuck, I love her." He looked up at his friend. "She says yes."

"Kat says yes. We'll head over in half an hour."

"Perfect." He looked over at the dead man. "Get Eren to clear this; he's a good cleaner."

"Sure thing."

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[darkstarlight82]

Deleted Scenes: Hot Ones Interview

Drabbles from the Make.Believe. series

Levi braves answering questions while eating some hot-ass wings.

A/N: My summer is soon coming to an end, so I thought I'd have a bit of fun and revist the Make.Believe world. Sometimes you just gotta write something silly!

I set this interview as The Last Attack was coming out in theaters, so let's go back in time a bit.

Content: Explicit language - this is Levi, after all.

WIRED Interview | Thirst Tweets | Make.Believe. Masterlist

Sean: I’m Sean Evans and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. And today we’re joined by Levi Ackerman, acclaimed actor and stuntman, who’s best known for his performance in Attack on Titan, which just finished its final season. Levi Ackerman, welcome to the show.

Levi: Thanks for having me Sean.

Sean: Levi, you’re looking pretty serious right now. What’s your mindset going into this?

Levi: I’ll be honest with you, I’m not the biggest fan of hot sauces but…well, I’m here, so fuck it, let’s go.

Sean:  laughs Then let’s get right into it.

The Classic Scoville Level: 1,800

Levi: This ain’t that bad. I’d eat this on some wings for sure.

Sean: When Erwin Smith was on the show, he mentioned how difficult it was to work in the ODM gear, but that you took to it almost instantly. Can you talk to us a bit about how you were able to handle it so easily?

Levi: Geez, that fucking ODM gear. First off, let’s talk about the straps. They’re going every direction and they always end up a tangled mess when you’re trying to put them on. Then the iron wire propeller and blades were so heavy. I don’t know how we were even able to lift off the ground, to be honest. The magic of television, right there.”

Levi: wipes his mouth So, yeah, it wasn’t easy at first, but I guess I did take to it pretty quickly. I’ve always been a bit of a risk taker so flying through the air on those thin cords never really phased me. It was more of the heat working on set in the summer that was rough.

Sean: Speaking of heat…

Levi: Wow, what a transition..

Sean: Are you ready for the next sauce?

Levi: You ask that like I have a choice, Sean.

Little Dick’s Ghost Pepper Pear Scoville Level: 6,900

Levi: Hmm..

Sean: You’re quiet over there, Levi.

Levi: I’m fine. It’s good.” a pause “I’m just gonna take a quick drink of milk though.”

Sean: Was there a scene in Attack on Titan that you just dreaded having to shoot?”

Levi: There were two, actually. The scene where Erwin dies was difficult for me - that whole episode was, actually. We had shot the scene with me telling Erwin to give up on his dreams and die just the day before, so I was already in a pretty heavy headspace. And - I don’t know - just knowing that I wouldn’t see Erwin on set after the final take…he’s a good friend and that was a hard one.

The other one was the scene where I say goodbye to Hange in the final season. You know, Levi is seen as this kind of gruff, stoic, guy, but he actually feels things deeply, especially for those he cares about. That moment, when I say, “Dedicate your heart,” before Hange flies off - let me tell you, I’m glad half my face was bandaged because I was tearing up.

Sean: You and Hange had great chemistry on screen. And you’re friends in real life, I hear.

Levi: Oh yeah, best friends. I guess they grew on me through the years. I’d love to do another project with them someday.

Zeke’s Real Deal Scoville Level: 17,000

Levi: What the fuck…

Sean: You didn’t know Zeke had a line of hot sauces?

Levi: Oh, I did. That’s all he ever talks about these days. And he actually put his fucking monkey titan face on the label. I hope he gets sued by Isayama for that.

Levi takes a bite.

It’s not bad.

looks at the camera 

Ya see that, Zeke. I’m finally eating your shitty hot sauce.”

Sean: Speaking of Zeke–

Levi: Oh god, here we go–”

Sean:--it’s said that he was quite the prankster on set. What was one of the best pranks he did on you?

Levi: Bold of you to assume he could actually get by with pranking me. 

 All laugh   

No, but actually, we were getting ready to shoot the scene where I cut his head off, so the SFX crew had made a really great, life-like head, and god, he’d put that fucking thing everywhere. I’d get back to my trailer and it’d be tucked into my bed, or stashed away in my refrigerator. Scared the shit out of me every time. laughs  Zeke actually gave that head to me after we wrapped.

Los Calientes Verde Sauce Scoville Level: 36,000

Levi: Hmm…this is a little sweet. A bit tangy. I don’t know why I’m talking like I have a clue about hot sauces.”

Sean: No, you’re right. It’s a bit on the sweeter side.”

Levi: Oh. Oh, shit, I’m feeling the hot now.” 

takes a drink of milk 

You trying to trick me or something?

Sean: I would never do that Levi. I’m an honest hot sauce interviewer. That heat sometimes sneaks up on you.

Levi: I don’t like people or foods that are sneaky.

Sean: You’re known for your intense professionalism on set, and it’s said that while filming Attack on Titan you rarely broke character. Was there ever a time that someone made you break that stoic, Levi persona?”

Levi: Yeah. 

pauses and wipes his mouth 

There’s just something about Connie Springer, man. That cueball head had me breaking character so often. And the thing is, he never really did it on purpose. He was always trying to sneak Tik Tok dance moves into a scene. Like one time, he insisted on walking everywhere by doing the griddy dance. Called himself the “Griddy Titan” all damn day. 

takes his napkin and wipes his neck  

Why is this sauce burning my neck?

Sean: Still feeling it, huh?

Levi: Yeah…what the hell? I don’t like this…

Sean: Well, let’s see how you do with the next sauce.

The Wings of Freedom Scoville Level: 52,000

Levi: You’ve got to be kidding me…Wings of Freedom?

Sean: We made this sauce just for you, Levi.

Levi: Why? 

takes a bite 

Sean: We even put you on the label and everything.

Levi: …

Sean: …you ok?

Levi: No.

 takes his milk and drinks several gulps before slamming it down on the table 

Ask your damn question.

Sean: A deep dive into your history shows that you love to sing. What are your top three songs to sing in karaoke?

Levi: clutching the milk glass 

How the hell did you know about that? 

clears his throat and wipes sweat off his brow 

Say It Ain’t So, by Weezer. A classic.

 another pause while he wipes his brow again 

Number two is Smells Like Teen Spirit from Nirvana. If everyone isn’t singing along with me during this song then they’re no longer my friend. Shit! My mouth is on fire!

takes another drink

I’m gonna need some more milk, Sean.

Sean: You have water there as well.

Levi: It’s milk or nothing, man.

a production assistant pours some more milk, which Levi gulps down

Ok, where was I? Oh yeah. My number one karaoke choice is Metallica’s, Enter Sandman. 

Sean: No elaboration on your choices?

Levi holds out a hand while he drinks his entire glass of milk

Levi: I’m an old man, Sean, what can I say? The 90’s was the pinnacle for grunge music, which has always been my favorite. I can’t believe you knew I liked to sing…did Hange tell you?

Sean: I never give away my sources.  

The Last Dab Experience Scoville Level: 2,693,000

Sean: How we feeling? 

Levi: What do you think, Sean?

Sean: Well, your neck is turning red...

Levi: And you’re bald. Tell me something I don’t know….. Jesus, I’ve lost feeling in my mouth…...

Sean: Well, maybe that’s a good thing for this final sauce. 

Both put an extra dab of sauce on the wing before eating it. There’s a long pause.

Levi: Ok…that wasn’t so bad…

Sean: It has a tendency to hit a few seconds later…

Levi: Jesus Christ…I can’t…what is this?...

Sean: Just breathe through it.

Levi: Are you some kind of masochist? 

pours another glass of milk, then a glass of water, which he both drinks

Sean: You’re a deeply private person and have said that your personal life is nobody else’s business. But Levi Ackerman is an incredibly loved and famous character. Does it bother you how much attention you receive from fans?

Levi: No, it doesn’t. 

long pause while he takes a few breaths

Attack on Titan is such a powerful story and is loved by so many people. It was an absolute honor to be a part of that. Is it slightly annoying to see my face plastered on laundry detergent bottles? Yes. But when a fan tells me that Levi is their favorite character or that Levi’s strength taught them how to be strong…that’s a great feeling. And Levi was loved by manga readers before the show even started, so I knew I had big shoes to fill. I’m just glad that people were able to connect to the character. Hold on…

takes the cloth napkin and dabs his eyes

Levi: Why am I crying?

Sean: Be careful around the eyes…

Levi: Oh shit… 

puts the napkin down and takes Sean’s glass of milk instead

I want to drown my head in milk right now. Fuck me…

Sean: Levi Ackerman, Humity’s Strongest yet again by taking on this challenge and now there’s nothing to do but finish it up. 

points to cameras

This camera, this camera, and this camera–let the people know what you got going on in your life.

Levi: coughs I’m taking some time off to do some traveling after the Last Attack premiere and…yeah…some other movie roles that I’ll be announcing soon.

Eyes bloodshot and red, he blinks away tears.

Shit…what else am I supposed to say? I can barely see straight right now.

Attempts to look at the camera.

Go see Attack on Titan: The Last Attack, in theaters now.

Sean: Ever the professional. Thank you again, Levi.

--//--

[darkstarlight82]

Tokyo's flower calendar

I've added the flowers' Japanese names in brackets; and I've included autumn trees because, well, just look at them!

January Camellia (tsubaki), narcissus (suisen), wintersweet (rōbai), winter peonies (botan)

February Winter peonies (botan), plum blossoms (ume)

March Plum blossoms (ume), early-blooming cherry blossoms (Kawazu-zakura), rapeseed flowers (nanohana)

April Spring peonies (botan), cherry blossoms (sakura), peach blossoms (momo no hana), wisteria (fuji)

May Wisteria (fuji), azaleas (tsutsuji), roses (bara), poppies (hinageshi)

June Hydrangea (ajisai), iris (hanashōbu)

July Lily (yuri), morning glory (asagao), lotus flowers (hasu)

August Lotus flowers (hasu), sunflowers (himawari), crape myrtle (sarusuberi)

September Red spider lilies (higanbana), bush clover (hagi), cosmos (akizakura)

October Cosmos (akizakura), chrysanthemum (kiku), autumn roses (bara)

November Chrysanthemum (kiku), ginkgo trees (ichō), Japanese maples (momiji)

December Japanese maples (momiji), camellia (tsubaki)

[darkstarlight82]

toji loves your mouth, how you always have a smart-ass remark to say, the way you speak, the way it moves when you say certain words, and the way it moves around his dick.

this man loves when you go down on him; he likes the way you look at him when you do it with a smirk plastered over your face, and he loves the way that you know how to work it.

it sends chills down his spine and warmth through his dick and through the tip; it feels good, and you're the only person who can make him cum from just head and in under five minutes.

he hates that he loves the way you make him finish in that short amount of time and hates that he wants you to keep doing it.

"one more time... i swear."

one more time turns into two more times of his toes curling and his head thrown back.

there was something about the warmth of your mouth that really did it for him and the way that you latched onto him. whenever he said he was close and finished and you kept sucking? he loved that shit; he loved that his dick was still hard for your mouth even though his cum was sliding down your throat.

sometimes he wanted your mouth more than he wanted sex; some of it is because he is lazy, but for the most part he just wanted a quick nut. he wants to feel your tongue exploring his length and teasing his tip.

also... a part of him liked to feel a little bit of embarrassment when he came too fast.

"stop fucking laughing." his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over while gripping onto your hair for dear life.

[darkstarlight82]

The gardener

Levi x fem reader canon world

No matter how much he tried to distract himself with work, you were always on his mind. The two of you had been dating a while in private; only those who were close knew about the two of you. So, when you both had to work, it drove him nuts that he couldn't be affectionate with you in front of others. To make matters worse, he hadn't had a kiss from you for hours now.

Levi wanted kisses.

Levi needed kisses.

The desire to make out with you was growing stronger, and no amount of work would quell his raging mind and desires to kiss you. It no longer mattered if someone saw the two of you. This had to happen; otherwise, he was going to lose his shit.

He slammed his hands on his desk and shot to his feet as his emotions and desires took over; he was no longer in his right logical mind. He stormed out of his room and past a few scouts, all of them slightly scared of their Captain stomping about.

Levi swiftly moved through the halls until he was outside the base. His keen eyes searched the gardens for the love of his life and found you chatting nicely to Mike. The two of you were good friends, and you made sure to plant things that wouldn't overload his nose with scents.

There were a few scouts around enjoying the garden you'd lovingly cared for. If Levi went for it, then everyone would know about your relationship. He inhaled deeply and admired you for a while; you were just so beautiful to Levi. You were everything to him.

Levi felt his emotions building up; he had to do this now. He raced over to you and just as you smiled and sweetly said his name, he grabbed your plump behind and yanked you against him. Right as you gasped, he tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you. His tongue moved with yours as the world around him fell away. It was only you and him.

He ignored the cheers and wolf whistles at his actions; his focus was on you and making you feel his love as much as he possibly could. He squeezed your bum a little tighter as he turned his head to kiss you deeper. You were a dream. You were delicious. You were his.

When he pulled back, the two of you panted a little with cheeks heated. You lowered your head and whined a little. "Levi."

He cupped your face and admired how cute you were. "I love you." He smiled as he said your name. "I love you."

"I love you too." You giggled. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

"It's been hours since our last kiss and since I had your attention. Call me childish, but I was craving it all."

You hummed as he kissed you again. "You can come see me anytime you want."

"Good." He kissed you again before releasing you. He saw everyone was grinning, chatting or cheering him on. "Tch, oi! You lot! Get back to work!" He watched them rush around. He glared at Mike. "Shut it."

Mike held his hands up. "No comment."

Levi looked over at you. "See you at home."

You waved sweetly with a smile. "Sure!"

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[darkstarlight82]

"Tch, oi?"

You stopped in your tracks and turned to your husband. "Mm?"

"Come here." He beckoned.

With a gentle smile and a spring in your step, you trotted over to Levi. "Yes?"

Levi always thought you were the most adorable person in the world. You were his tasty cupcake that he wanted to kiss, bite and snuggle with. "Could you do me a favour?" He had a plan, a naughty plan.

You moved with Levi to a little spot at the side of the room. "Sure!"

"Stick your arms out in front of you."

You did as he asked. "Got it."

"Now, turn your hands so you have palms facing out."

"Done."

"Put one arm over the other so you can intertwine your fingers, like we do when you hold hands."

You nodded and did it. "Now what?"

He grabbed your locked hands, lifted your arms and pressed you against the wall with your arms above your head. He gripped your hip and gazed into your eyes. "Perfect."

You felt your heart race as you locked eyes with your husband. "Wh-what are you doing?"

He leaned closer and tilted his head a little. "I haven't had kisses with you for two hours. I need kisses."

You giggled at your husband being needy. "You want kisses and your wife's attention?"

"I crave it."

You smiled softly. "Then take as many kisses as you need."

Levi crashed his lips against yours as he gripped you tighter. His knee pressed against the wall, and his thigh slid up a little to get closer to you. He released your pinned arms to cup your face. He hummed in delight as you moaned softly at his tongue massaging yours.

He held your waist and yanked you up his thigh and pressed against him. He released your lips and smiled. "You're so adorable."

You panted a little as you gripped his shirt. "Mm, thank you. You're handsome beyond words." You reached up and cupped his face. "I'm sorry I was so busy and didn't give you enough kisses."

He turned his head and kissed your wrist. "I get kisses now, so it's okay."

You slipped your arms over his shoulders. "Do you want more?"

"As many as you can possibly give me."

You pulled him down and giggled. "Happy to give you everything."

He held you tightly and kissed you with passion and ferocity. He wanted to show you all the love in the world. The two of you weren't going to go back to work anytime soon.

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[darkstarlight82]

JJK MEN X READER !!!

Four roommates. One girl. Zero self-control.

Room for One more ?

Pairing - JJK Men x reader

Status - Completed

You moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around like a shared secret. But with four insanely hot men in one apartment— Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Nanami—it didn’t take long before things get messy. Now you’re cockwarming Nanami at midnight, riding Gojo in the shower, bent over for Geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by Toji. College? Peace? Who needs it when you’re getting ruined nightly?

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Side stories are here

A/N: a reminder that Room for one more is a no-limits smut-heavy fic—it’s only going to get more intense and darker, please check CWs and only read if you’re comfortable with that kind of content .

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