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[stararonia]

FLUFFYISH LEVI ACKERMANN HEADCANONS

despite his cold exterior, the captain of the special operations squad has a soft spot for you (:

Levi is quiet and doesn’t say much. However, when the sun rises and you’re putting your tent away, he greets you with a “good morning” in a softer tone compared to his squad.

While traversing through rough terrain, he stays closer to you, just to make sure you won’t slip and fall even though he knows you can handle it.

“Levi, I’m fine.” “No, you aren't.” “I haven’t fallen!” “Not yet.”

He's like a bodyguard, but instead of walking next to you, he keeps an eye on you from a distance.

During meals, Levi gives you his leftovers saying you need to eat to stay strong even though he knows you’re strong.

“You’re still hungry.” “No, I’m not, I ate a good amount.” “Then these are snacks.”

Levi has a secret voice kink. Whenever you talk or laugh, he tries his best to be as close as possible without arousing suspicion.

When you and your squad fight with Levi’s, he kills the larger Titans for you, pissing you off so much you told him to fuck off. And, unfortunately, that pissed him off enough to tell you to fuck off (calm and collected). Of course, that voice kink of his got him feeling things he hadn’t felt before.

[shiorihyugawrites]

Letting Go (Levi x Reader Oneshot)

Levi Ackerman is known for his unshakable discipline, always in control, never letting his guard down—until tonight. What begins as a stolen moment on a hidden beach in Marley turns into something far more intimate, as Levi finds himself vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. With you, he's faced with a new kind of battle—one between his iron will and his desire to finally let go. In the quiet of the night, you guide him through an experience he's never had, helping him understand that losing control doesn't mean losing himself.

18 + Only | Minors Do Not Interact

It was a quiet night in Marley, a silence that hung heavy with the tension of a looming storm. The Azumabito estate was shadowed under the dark clouds that rolled in, the ocean breeze sending a chill through the night air. You stood by the window, the dim light of the moon casting a faint glow over the hidden beach below. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was faint but rhythmic, like a lullaby carried by the wind. 

Your squad had been undercover for weeks now. The Assassination Squad—your elite squad— along with Levi’s Special Operations Squad were specifically assigned to handle delicate operations like this. And yet, for all the precision and skill you had developed over the years, nights like this made it hard to sit still. You were restless. It wasn’t the mission or the danger that kept you awake. It was him.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. The stoic, disciplined captain of the Special Operations Squad. His very presence exuded control, an iron will that seemed unbreakable. But you had seen cracks in that steely exterior. You had noticed the subtle glances, the way his eyes would linger on you just a second too long during training or briefings. There was chemistry between you—an unspoken pull neither of you would acknowledge. He was as untouchable as he was guarded, yet you couldn't resist pushing those boundaries every chance you got.

You glanced over your shoulder, your gaze settling on Levi as he stood near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His sharp eyes were scanning the room, ever watchful, ever vigilant. The others were asleep, but Levi—Levi never slept during missions.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips.

“Captain,” you called softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The sound of your voice broke the silence, making him turn his attention toward you. His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable.

“What is it?” His tone was flat, disinterested, but you could hear the subtle edge of curiosity beneath it.

You turned fully toward him, taking a few quiet steps closer. The silk of your cloak shifted with each movement, the light fabric brushing against your skin. “You’re always so serious,” you said, teasing him. “Don’t you ever just… let go? Do something spontaneous?”

Levi’s brow furrowed in response, his arms still crossed as he regarded you with that intense gaze of his. “We’re on a mission,” he replied, his voice stern. “There’s no time for foolishness.”

You shrugged, undeterred. “What if I told you there’s a hidden beach just beyond that cliffside? We’re right on the coast, and nobody would notice if we snuck out for a little while.”

His expression hardened, and you could almost hear the disapproval in his silence. “Tch. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, come on,” you pressed, stepping even closer now, your voice dropping to a whisper that only he could hear. “Just for a few minutes. What’s the harm?”

Levi’s jaw clenched, but you could see the internal struggle behind his cold exterior. You had a way of getting under his skin, and you knew it. It was a game you had played since the day you joined the Scouts. You knew how to push his buttons, how to tease him just enough to break through that impenetrable wall of discipline he kept up at all times.

Levi sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “If anyone notices—”

“No one will notice,” you interrupted, your smile widening. “It’ll just be you and me, Captain.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His eyes searched yours, as if he was weighing the risks. Finally, with another resigned sigh, he relented. “Fine. But we’re only going down to the beach, and we’re not staying long.”

You beamed at him, excitement bubbling up in your chest. “Deal.”

Within minutes, the two of you had quietly slipped out of the estate, careful not to wake the others. The hidden path down to the beach was narrow, winding between jagged rocks and overgrown brush, but the sound of the ocean grew louder as you descended. The cool night air whipped around you, carrying the scent of saltwater. 

When you finally reached the beach, the sight of the ocean stretched out before you like a dark, endless void. The waves shimmered faintly under the moonlight, casting a silvery hue across the sand. You pulled off your boots, letting the cool grains slip between your toes as you wandered closer to the shore.

Levi followed you, his steps measured and cautious, even in this moment of stolen freedom. You turned back to face him, your eyes gleaming with the thrill of the night. He was standing a few paces away, his expression as unreadable as ever, but you could see the faintest trace of curiosity in his eyes.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” you asked, stretching your arms out toward the sea, as if you could embrace the entire ocean. “The ocean breeze, the quiet… For once, we’re not surrounded by Titans or soldiers. It’s just us.”

Levi remained silent for a moment, his eyes drifting toward the horizon. “It’s quiet,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

You stepped closer to him, your bare feet making no sound in the sand. “You should enjoy it, Captain,” you whispered, your voice low and coaxing. “Let go… just for tonight.”

He turned his gaze toward you, his gray eyes locking with yours. There was a flicker of something in them—something you had never seen before. Hesitation? Longing? You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew that he was fighting an internal battle, one that had been building for a long time.

You took another step closer, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt the tension between you grow stronger. Your fingers brushed against his hand, and to your surprise, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stood still, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Just for tonight,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The sound of the ocean faded into the background, and all you could hear was the quiet pounding of your heart. Slowly, you leaned in, your lips hovering just inches from his. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension that had been simmering between you for so long reaching its peak.

But just as your lips were about to meet, Levi pulled back, his breath ragged as he shook his head. “No,” he muttered, his voice strained. “We can’t.”

Your heart sank, but you could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire he was struggling to suppress. His discipline, his control, it was ironclad, but even Levi Ackerman wasn’t immune to the pull between you.

“Why not?” you asked softly, your fingers still brushing against his. “What are you afraid of?”

Levi’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Because if we start this… we won’t stop.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the weight of his admission hanging in the air between you. He was right—if you crossed this line, there would be no going back. But the desire burning between you was undeniable, and you weren’t going to let him retreat into his shell again.

“Maybe that’s exactly what we need,” you said, your voice bold, daring. “To stop holding back. To just… let go.”

Levi’s gaze darkened, and for the first time, you saw his iron will falter. He took a step closer, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, his voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Then burn with me.”

And with that, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as fierce as the storm brewing in the distance.

The kiss ignited something in both of you, a release of all the tension that had built over time—every stolen glance, every fleeting touch, every unspoken word. Levi’s lips were rough but desperate, moving against yours as if the restraint that had kept him on a tight leash had finally snapped. His hands slid up to your face, holding you with a gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging between you.

You pressed yourself closer to him, your heart racing as the taste of salt from the sea mingled with the heat of the kiss. His grip tightened slightly, pulling you into him as the world around you faded away. There was no mission, no looming danger, no war. It was just you and him, here in this stolen moment on the hidden beach.

Levi pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was heavy, his eyes half-lidded but burning with an intensity you had never seen before. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, his voice rough and low.

You smiled softly, still catching your own breath. "You can let go, just this once. You don't always have to be in control."

His eyes flickered with conflict, but before he could respond, you brought your hands up to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down into another kiss. This time, it was slower, deeper. His hesitation began to melt away with each passing second, his lips moving against yours with a newfound urgency.

Levi, always so composed, so controlled, was unraveling right in front of you. His iron discipline was slipping as he gave into the moment. His hands, once tentative, now explored your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid that letting go would mean losing you. The warmth of his touch, the feel of his body so close to yours—it sent shivers down your spine.

As you both stood there on the edge of the sea, the waves lapping at the shore behind you, Levi’s control faltered completely. His lips left yours, trailing down the line of your jaw to your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. His breath was hot against your skin, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

“Levi…” you breathed, your voice barely audible above the sound of the crashing waves.

He froze for a second, his name on your lips grounding him. His forehead pressed against the crook of your neck, and for a moment, he just stood there, holding you. You could feel the tension in his body, the internal battle he was fighting. He was always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, never allowing himself to truly let go. But here, in this moment, you could feel him begin to falter.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whispered, your hands gently running through his hair. “Not with me.”

Levi lifted his head slightly, his gray eyes locking onto yours. There was a vulnerability there, something raw and unguarded. His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling against yours, and for the first time, you saw the man behind the soldier. The man who had been through so much, who had seen more death and destruction than anyone should have to bear, and who had locked himself away behind walls of steel.

“I don’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how.”

You smiled gently, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “Then let me show you.”

Before he could say another word, you closed the distance between you again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Levi responded immediately, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that surprised even him. It was as if every pent-up emotion, every suppressed desire, was being unleashed all at once.

He was gentle but desperate, his touch burning through your skin, his lips demanding against yours. Your hands wandered across his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt, and a shiver ran down your spine. It was easy to forget that beneath all his discipline and stoicism, Levi Ackerman was still a man, still human.

The kiss deepened, and you felt Levi’s body press against yours with a need that sent your pulse racing. Your back met the soft sand as Levi gently lowered you down, his weight hovering over you, careful not to crush you. The world felt like it was spinning, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the scent of the ocean, the taste of salt and skin.

Levi pulled back just enough to look down at you, his expression intense, his breathing ragged. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin, as if he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I…” He struggled for words, his voice strained. “I’ve never…”

You smiled softly, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I know,” you whispered. “It’s okay.”

For the first time, you saw a flicker of uncertainty in Levi’s eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see. But instead of pushing him, you gave him space to breathe, your touch gentle, your movements slow and deliberate.

Levi’s lips found yours again, softer this time, less frantic, but no less passionate. His hands moved with more confidence now, tracing the curve of your waist, the shape of your hips. He wasn’t holding back anymore. He was letting go, just as you had asked.

And for a brief moment, in the quiet embrace of the night, Levi Ackerman wasn’t Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He wasn’t the stoic captain or the ruthless warrior. He was simply a man, and you were the only person who had ever seen him like this.

The storm that had been building on the horizon finally broke, the distant rumble of thunder echoing across the beach. But neither of you noticed. The world could crumble around you, and it wouldn’t matter.

Because, for once, Levi was letting go.

As the storm’s distant rumble echoed across the beach, the tension between you and him completely melted away, replaced with something raw and electric. His lips, once hesitant, now pressed against yours with fervor, his body no longer holding back. It was as if every wall Levi had built around himself had crumbled in your arms. The feel of his hands, strong yet trembling, sent shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened, his fingers threading through your hair as the soft sand shifted beneath you. Levi groaned softly against your mouth, a sound that sent a surge of heat through you.

Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and you could tell he was holding himself back, unsure, yet desperate for more. Levi, always in control, always calculating, was at the edge of losing himself. You pulled back slightly, your lips hovering over his, your breath warm against his skin.

“Levi,” you whispered, your voice laced with desire and affection, “let me take care of you tonight.”

His sharp, storm-gray eyes met yours, wide with uncertainty. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “I… I don’t know how to… I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice low and strained.

You smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin. “That’s okay,” you said, your voice soothing. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… let go.”

Levi’s brows furrowed slightly, still caught between his iron discipline and the pull of his desire for you. He was always the one in control, always the one leading. Letting someone else take the reins was foreign to him, but the temptation of your touch, your words, was impossible to resist. 

“Trust me,” you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

With one last lingering kiss, you both stood up, still breathless. The ocean breeze cooled your flushed skin as you silently made your way back to the estate, the night air filled with the distant sound of the waves and the occasional rumble of thunder. When you reached the estate, you quietly snuck in through a side entrance, careful not to wake the others. The halls were empty, dimly lit by the faint moonlight streaming through the windows.

You led Levi to your room, his hand firmly grasped in yours. The moment you closed the door behind you, the tension between you both snapped like a taut string. Levi barely had time to process the situation before you were on him again, your lips crashing into his with the same intensity as before, your body pressed against his. His hands were at your waist, gripping you tightly, but he still seemed unsure, almost as if he was afraid to lose control.

You pulled back, your lips ghosting over his ear as you whispered, “You don’t have to hold back tonight, Levi. Let me take the lead.”

He swallowed hard, his breath shaky as he nodded slightly, his eyes searching yours. You gave him a soft, reassuring smile before your hands roamed over his chest through his shirt. Levi’s breath hitched as you felt the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. You took a moment to admire him the sturdiness of him, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his shirt,  aching to feel more but knowing you needed to take things slowly with him. His skin was warm under your touch, and the tension in his muscles was palpable.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” you whispered, your voice dripping with affection and desire.

Levi’s eyes widened slightly at your words, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being complimented, especially not like this. “Tch, don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice gruff, though there was no bite to it.

You smirked, leaning in to kiss his neck, your lips trailing down to his collarbone. “It’s true,” you murmured between kisses. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Levi let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as your lips continued their slow, deliberate assault on his skin. You could feel the way his body tensed beneath your touch, how his resolve was starting to crumble. He had spent so long being in control, always keeping his emotions in check, but tonight, you were determined to show him what it felt like to let go.

His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to hold on to the last vestiges of his control.

“Relax, Captain,” you whispered, your voice sultry, teasing. “I’ve got you.”

You slowly slip off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. His sharp gaze followed the motion, but he didn’t say anything, his jaw tightening as his fingers twitched by his sides. You noticed the slight shift in his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell a little quicker as you began to undo the buttons on your shirt. 

When you let the fabric fall away, revealing the smooth curves of your skin, Levi’s breath hitched audibly. His eyes widened just slightly, betraying the stoic mask he wore so well. His gaze lingered on your breasts, then your thighs, his usually composed features cracking for a brief moment of awe. The flicker of emotion in his eyes was unmistakable, but just as quickly, Levi tore his gaze away, his ears burning red as he tried to regain his composure.

You couldn’t help but smile softly, watching him struggle. “Levi,” you called his name gently, stepping closer. His eyes snapped back to yours, and you saw the embarrassment in them, as though he had been caught doing something wrong.

“Tch…” He muttered, clearly flustered. “Stop staring at me like that.”

You chuckled softly, enjoying how vulnerable he looked. “You were the one staring,” you teased, stepping even closer until your body was just inches from his. His eyes dropped to your chest again, only for a second, but it was enough for you to notice.

Levi swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly, but when your hands reached for his shirt, he froze. His entire body tensed as you began to undo the buttons, your fingers moving carefully over his chest. His skin felt warm under your touch, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin fabric.

He avoided your gaze, his lips pressed into a tight line as you peeled the shirt off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare. You could see the tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched slightly as your hands moved to his waistband. Levi wasn’t used to this—he wasn’t used to someone else taking the lead, and the vulnerability of the moment was palpable.

When you knelt down in front of him to finish undressing him, Levi’s breath stuttered, and his hands twitched at his sides, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and uncertain, as if he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. For all of his strength and confidence on the battlefield, here, in this moment, Levi was shy.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice gentle as you looked up at him. He was completely naked now.

Levi’s eyes flicked away, his jaw tight. “I… yeah,” he muttered, though the hesitation in his voice betrayed him.

For the first time, you saw him without the armor of his uniform, without the stoic mask that he wore so often. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze swept over him, drinking in the sight of Levi Ackerman—bare, vulnerable, and entirely real.

His body was lean but sculpted, muscles honed from years of battle, each line defined and purposeful. His skin was marred with the faintest traces of scars, the silent history of the wars he had fought, and survived. His chest rose and fell with quiet, controlled breaths, though you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he was not as composed as he wanted to appear.

Your eyes trailed down to his toned abdomen, the faint ripple of muscle there catching the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, the sharp lines of his pelvis only accentuating his lean frame. He was all strength and precision, yet somehow delicate in this vulnerable state. His hardened length was standing firm at attention–his arousal for you evident, much to Levi’s embarrassment.

His arms hung by his sides, his hands flexing slightly as though unsure what to do with them. You noticed how his knuckles were pale from gripping the fabric of his pants just moments ago, and now, as he stood bare before you, his fingers twitched with a nervous energy. His usual stoicism had cracks in it now, uncertainty flickering in his storm-gray eyes as he caught you staring.

“Stop staring,” he muttered, his voice gruff but quieter than usual, betraying a slight hint of embarrassment.

But you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t look away from him. There was something breathtaking about seeing him like this—without the hard edges, without the barriers. He was always so composed, so untouchable, yet here, in this moment, he was entirely yours to behold.

“You’re perfect,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Levi’s brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he averted his gaze. A faint blush dusted his cheeks, creeping up to his ears, and it took you a second to realize that Levi Ackerman—the strongest soldier—was shy. He shifted uncomfortably, as if unsure of how to stand or where to look, the vulnerability of the moment not lost on him.

“Tch, don’t say stupid things,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. It was softer, almost as though he didn’t believe what you said but didn’t mind hearing it.

You stepped closer, reaching out to gently brush your fingertips against his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. He flinched slightly at the touch, not because he didn’t want it, but because he wasn’t used to it. Not like this.

“I mean it,” you whispered, your eyes tracing over the planes of his chest, down to the dip of his waist. “You’re perfect, Levi.”

He let out a breath, a soft, almost inaudible exhale, as though the weight of your words finally settled over him. His eyes flicked back to yours, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The vulnerability in his gaze, the slight hesitation in his movements—it all spoke volumes.

And in that moment, standing before you, Levi Ackerman wasn’t just Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He was a man, stripped bare in more ways than one, allowing you to see the side of him that no one else ever had.

You smiled up at him, your hands brushing lightly against his thighs as you gently guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white, and his breathing grew uneven as you began to explore him, your touch slow and deliberate. 

You wrapped a delicate hand around his member and slowly stroked him up and down, glancing up at him through your lashes to gauge his reaction. He tensed as soon as you touched him and immediately gasped. Taking that as a good sign, you decided to speed up your ministrations until Levi was squirming. Every little sound he made, every sharp inhale or quiet groan, told you that you were driving him closer to the edge. His usually stoic expression was completely gone, replaced by the look of a man who was losing control of himself for the first time.

When you finally took him into your mouth, Levi gasped, his body jerking involuntarily as his hand instinctively found your hair. You swirled your tongue around his tip before hollowing your cheeks and sucking him tightly. You took him all the way till you felt him hit the back of his throat and you heard a soft whimper from Levi. He gripped your hair tightly, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to hold on. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face flushed, and you could tell he was already struggling to maintain control.

“Shit…” Levi’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper, and his hand tightened in your hair as you continued. His body trembled, his hips moving slightly in time with you, but it wasn’t long before you felt him tense up even more, his breath coming in short, erratic gasps. 

“Wait… I—” He tried to warn you, but it was too late. Levi’s entire body shuddered as involuntarily shot his seed down your throat, a deep groan escaping his lips as he came, his grip on you almost painfully tight.

For a moment, the silence between you was almost deafening. Levi’s lips parted as if to say something, but the words didn’t come. His expression shifted quickly, from pleasure to something closer to embarrassment. His brow furrowed, and you could see the frustration creeping in. He turned his head slightly, as if ashamed to meet your gaze.

“I… I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Levi muttered, his voice low and gruff, but there was an undeniable edge of uncertainty there. He was still breathing hard, his hands now gripping the sheets beneath him as though he couldn’t quite believe what had just occurred.

You could tell that Levi, for all his skill in battle and composure in life, wasn’t used to being in situations like this. Vulnerable, open, and without control—he wasn’t prepared for how quickly everything had unraveled. The weight of his embarrassment was heavy, written all over his face.

“Hey…” you whispered, your voice soft and reassuring as you moved closer to him. You could see the tension in his body, the way his jaw clenched as he tried to avoid looking at you. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “It’s okay.”

Levi stiffened at your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours for just a second before flickering away again. His hands twitched by his sides, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets harder. “It’s not…” he began, but his voice faltered. His brows knitted together in frustration, and his usual sharpness was replaced by something softer—something unsure. “I don’t… I didn’t expect—”

You could see him struggling to find the right words, and it only made him more flustered. Levi wasn’t used to losing control, not in battle and certainly not in moments like this. It was clear that he felt embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, but you weren’t going to let him feel that way—not with you.

“Levi,” you whispered, leaning in closer, your hand still resting gently on his chest. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He let out a low, frustrated sigh, his hand coming up to brush through his hair, clearly at a loss. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He finally looked at you again, and you could see the uncertainty in his eyes—the vulnerability he rarely showed. “I wasn’t ready.”

You smiled softly, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his chest, trying to ease the tension you could feel radiating off of him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you said, your voice soothing. “You were just… in the moment.”

Levi let out a quiet scoff, his face still flushed with embarrassment. “Tch. In the moment,” he muttered, clearly still irritated with himself. But even through his frustration, there was something softer underneath, a vulnerability that told you this was unfamiliar territory for him.

“You’ve been holding back for so long,” you said softly, your hand moving to gently cup his cheek. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and this time, he didn’t look away. “It’s not a bad thing to finally let go.”

Levi stared at you for a long moment, his breath still coming in shallow bursts. He seemed to relax slightly, though the tension in his body hadn’t completely disappeared. “I don’t know how to… do this,” he admitted quietly, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear him.

You smiled gently, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “That’s okay,” you said, your tone soft and full of affection. “We don’t have to rush. We have all the time in the world.”

Levi let out a slow, shaky breath, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find reassurance. His hand, still trembling slightly, came up to cover yours on his cheek. For the first time since the moment began, he seemed to relax a little more, his body slowly releasing some of the tension.

“Just… don’t think too much about it,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ve done more than enough, Levi. You’re perfect as you are.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but the way he held onto your hand told you everything you needed to know. Despite his embarrassment, despite his frustration with himself, Levi was letting go—if only for a moment—and that was all that mattered.

He glanced at you, his sharp gray eyes softened by your gaze and for a second, his usual stoicism flickered. Levi was never one to let his emotions show, but now, with the barrier between you both shattered, he seemed different—unsure, vulnerable.

You smiled softly, your hand moving to rest over his, guiding it upward, toward your chest. His eyes widened slightly, and you could feel the hesitation in his movements as his fingers brushed against the soft curve of your breast. He paused, as if unsure if he should continue, his gaze searching yours for permission.

“You can touch me, Levi,” you whispered, your voice gentle, filled with encouragement. “It’s okay.”

Levi swallowed hard, his breath hitching as his hand gently cupped your breast, his thumb brushing over your skin with a hesitant reverence that surprised you. His touch was soft, almost cautious, as though he was afraid of doing something wrong. But the moment his fingers made contact, you felt the tension in him shift, the vulnerability replaced with something more primal—something deeper.

His eyes darkened, his body reacting to the intimacy of the moment in ways that even he couldn’t control. His breath quickened again, and you could feel the subtle shift in his body as he started to respond, the growing heat between you unmistakable. Levi was clearly trying to hold back, unsure of how to navigate the intensity of his feelings, but the way his hand lingered on your skin told you that he was being pulled under by the desire he had kept buried for so long.

"You're driving me insane," he muttered, his voice rough, barely above a whisper, as he focused entirely on the sensation of your body beneath his touch. His hand trembled slightly, his control slipping once again, and the shift in him was palpable. 

The desire between you reignited, stronger than before, and you couldn’t help but notice how his body responded. Levi’s jaw clenched, his breath becoming heavier, and when you shifted slightly against him, you could feel just how much the moment was affecting him. He was hard again, the tension and need that had briefly subsided now returning with a force that seemed to surprise even him.

Levi’s hand stilled on your breast, his eyes closing for a moment as he fought to regain control, but you could see the struggle in him—the desire to let go warring with his instinct to maintain composure.

"You don’t have to hold back," you whispered, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, feeling the way his pulse raced beneath your touch. "It’s just us. No need to be in control."

Levi opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of need and uncertainty. He was clearly torn, still unsure of how to handle the intensity of the moment, but the look in his eyes told you everything—he didn’t want to stop. 

For a moment, he said nothing, but his body betrayed him. His grip on you tightened slightly, his breath hitching as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I’ve never felt like this before."

You smiled softly, your fingers gently trailing down his chest as you whispered back, "Then let’s explore it together." 

And in that instant, you could feel Levi’s last walls begin to crumble, his hand moving more confidently now as the tension between you both reached its peak once again. The vulnerability and connection you shared in that moment were undeniable, and Levi, for the first time, was letting himself feel it all.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and Levi’s eyes widened as you lined yourself up with him. His hands shot to your waist, gripping you tightly, his breath shaky as he tried to steady himself.

“You don’t have to—”

But you cut him off with a soft smile, your voice low and teasing as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I want to, Captain. I want to see you lose control again.”

Levi groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips as you slowly sank down onto him, inch by inch. His entire body tensed beneath you, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he fought to keep himself together. But the moment you took him in fully, he let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on your hips tightening even more.

“Fuck…” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice strained. It took everything in him not to come right then and there, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold on.

You began to move, slowly at first, your hips rolling in a way that made Levi’s breath hitch. He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched tight as he struggled to keep himself together, but you could feel how close he was, how desperately he was trying to hold back.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I love watching you like this… watching you lose control.”

Levi groaned in response, his hands flexing on your waist as his breath came in ragged bursts. You picked up the pace, your movements slow but deliberate, teasing him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I want you to come for me, Levi. Don’t hold back. Let go.”

"I can’t... I can’t—" Levi's voice faltered, his body tensing beneath you as his breath hitched, his head tipping back against the pillow.

"Yes, you can," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to give in. Let it happen, Levi. Let me hear you."

Your words seemed to break whatever restraint he had left. With a final, deep groan, Levi’s body tensed completely, his grip on you tightening to the point where you were sure he’d leave marks. His breathing grew ragged, shallow gasps escaping his lips as he finally surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure and began to buck his hips up into you.

"That's it," you murmured, guiding him through it with your words, your voice laced with affection and desire. "You're doing so well. I want you to feel all of it."

Levi’s body jerked beneath you, his eyes squeezing shut as the intensity of the moment overtook him. He couldn’t control the way his hips were shooting up into your hot core, desperate for his release.  His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his usually sharp mind clouded with pleasure as his body gave in completely. 

The world seemed to blur around him—his breath hitched, his chest heaved, and he felt as if his body had ignited in a way he’d never experienced before. His vision went white, the pleasure almost overwhelming as you continued to talk him through it.

“Levi… you feel so good,” you whispered in his ear, your words a soft encouragement, keeping him grounded as he gasped for breath. “I want you to remember this night.”

Levi’s breath hitched, his grip on you tightening as you continued to move, faster now, your hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of losing himself completely. His body trembled beneath yours, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he struggled to hold on, but it was no use.

With a sharp, ragged groan, Levi came again, his body shaking violently as he lost control. His hands gripped your hips so tightly it almost hurt, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as his release hit him harder than before.

He was trembling beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body tensed with overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your hips so tightly that you could feel the indent of his fingers, their strength betraying the iron discipline he usually held. His face was flushed, and his normally sharp eyes were wide and unfocused, lost in the intensity of the moment.

His breath hitched, and he squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the newness of it all. Levi had faced countless battles, stared death in the face time and time again, but this—this feeling coursing through him—was something entirely different. His senses were overloaded, the heat of your body pressed against him, the way you moved, and the sound of your voice sending him spiraling further into a state of vulnerability he wasn’t used to.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered soft, sultry words. "You feel so good, Levi." Your voice was like a lifeline, pulling him deeper into the experience, and he clung to every word.

Levi gasped, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook him, white spots clouding his vision. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, then lower, gripping the soft curve of your thighs as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His breathing was uneven, and for once, Levi Ackerman—the ever-composed captain—was completely undone.

“I… I can’t—” Levi tried to speak, but his words faltered as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, every muscle in his body tense as he continued to shoot his seed inside you. You could feel him filling you up, his body trembling as he lost all control.

"That's it," you murmured, your voice soft and coaxing. "Just let it happen, Levi."

You continued to guide him, your words both reassuring and teasing as you spoke pure adoration and desire into his ear. Levi groaned, his body arching against yours as another release surged through him with a force that left him breathless. His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your skin, and for a moment, all Levi could do was hold on as he was swept up in the intensity of the moment.

His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and his normally composed expression was a mix of pleasure and disbelief. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was as though his body was reacting on instinct, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through him.

As the peak of his orgasm finally washed over him, Levi’s mind struggled to process it all. The warmth of your body, the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice—all of it combined to push him past any boundary he had ever known. You stayed with him through every moment, whispering encouragement as his body trembled beneath yours.

Levi finally opened his eyes, still wide with shock and disbelief, his breath shaky as he tried to catch it. His gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, there was something soft and vulnerable in his expression—something you rarely saw in him. He looked at you as if you were the only person in the world who had ever seen him like this, and in that moment, you realized how much he had been holding back.

"You're... incredible," Levi whispered, his voice rough and filled with emotion. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, and as he tried to regain his composure, he found himself still lost in the sensation of having let go, something he had never done before.

You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as you whispered back, "You deserve to feel like this, Levi. I’m happy I got to show you what it's like to lose control, even if it’s just for tonight."

Levi’s hands remained on your hips, his grip softening slightly as he slowly started to come down from the overwhelming high, his heart still pounding in his chest. The vulnerability, the raw emotion, was still there, but this time, Levi didn’t pull away. For once, he allowed himself to be present in the moment—something he hadn’t done in years.

He held you close, his breathing steadying, but the intensity between you was far from over. There was still a fire in Levi’s eyes, still a desire simmering just beneath the surface.

That look in his eyes told you everything—you had taken him somewhere he had never been before, somewhere he had never allowed himself to go.

"Thank you..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible as he caught his breath. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that you had never seen before, a soft gratitude that he didn’t need to voice.

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, whispering, "You deserved it, Captain."

Levi’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both lay in the afterglow, the tension and exhaustion from the night slowly melting away. The storm outside continued its distant rumble, but inside the quiet room, the only sound was the soft breathing of two people who, for the first time, had truly let go.

And you weren’t done with him yet.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・asking them to put on a condom ⸜⸜・

jjk & aot

this can't be happening to him, it's just a joke you're playing on him. he can feel his eye twitching at your words but he mouth says, "okay, no problem." why don't you want him to fuck you raw? do you not trust him? he almost cries when he sinks into your pussy with the rubber around his cock. he can't even enjoy this. the only reason he's staying hard is because he loves you. it's so much discomfort for him. but if you want it, he's not gonna say anything. he just hopes you will let him cum on your body and not into the condom. he won't let his cum go to waste. this is for you happiness and he's not happy. he quickly pulls out to cum on your stomach, but he has a trick up his sleeve.he gathers some of it on his fingers to push it right into you.

- yuuji, gojo, eren, jean, yuuta

"i wouldn't mind if something happened." and by that he means he doesn't mind if you got pregnant. are you saying he has to fuck you with condom just so you don't get pregnant? is that what you mean? he knew the risk ever since you started fucking and that's the thing that drove him to fuck you good and hard. he's trembling at the thought of you carrying his children. people fuck to reproduce and he's one of the people. he doesn't have the motivation to fuck you now that he's wearing a condom. you can't get pregnant now. he's trying so hard to think that he's sliding bare against your walls. that he's doing this he can plant his seed inside of you. he cums with a disgusted whine, all of the cum is in the condom and you're not getting pregnant. he's gonna make sure to cut off the top so he can cum inside the next time.

- reiner, geto, choso, armin, erwin

"okay." he says, it's not a problem. you feel good no matter how. and asking for condom only shows that you are not reckless and care about your heath.

- nanami, megumi, levi

no

- toji

[bunnisari]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

aot headcannons + how they handle a brat ft. eren, armin, + onyankopon.

꒰ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ꒱ ꔫ . . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, nsfw twitter links, aggressive sex, choking, rough play, spanking, dacryphilia, punishment, bondage, oral [f + m.], squirting, praise, all of them are kinda mean but with reason, teasing, pet names dnt feel like listing, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are appreciated! ♡

EREN YEAGER

let’s just say eren likes to fuck you really hard when you piss him off. i’m talking putting you through the mattress. gotta make you feel his anger. the man will make you gag on his dick until your jaw aches, stating ‘since you like to run your fuckin’ mouth so much, make use of it’. he loves when your pretty lips glide along his dick, holding your head still as he hisses and groans, muttering ‘suck it, c’mon’ while he stuffs your throat with his heavy dick. when you use two hands to stroke him until he’s throwing his head back trying his best not to whimper. his moans get stuck in his throat when you suck him, eyes completely gone and his face shifting in pleasure. and for revenge for putting him in a position where he has to be mean to you in order for you to understand, he’d fuck you hard till you’re gushing all over him. licks his fat tongue up your neck as he moans in your ear and tells you ‘fuckin’ pretty, mama. takin’ that shit so good, girl.’ burying his dick deep into you it’s painfully good. he always loses his stress halfway through, kissing you like you mean the world to him, since you do. but, he’ll definitely make you beg for forgiveness, and beg to cum. ‘i can’t hear you, baby. say it. i wanna hear you. don’t go quiet now. you were talkin’ all that shit earlier so be a big girl and beg me to let you cum.’

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s a tease at first. he likes to play with you before he fucks you really good, and i mean good. it’s enough for your legs to spasm and your pussy to squirt along his abdomen. he’s gentle when he starts, sucking on your neck, licking on your nipples as he rolls them under the pads of his thumbs. kissing your inner thighs and doing his best to avoid eating your pussy since you’re currently undeserving. your whines and trembles fuel him, and once he’s gotten a taste of you, slicking his thick tongue between your folds and releasing a guttural moan in your pussy, that’s when the demon comes to show. holding you down as you squirm and try to escape, using all of his upper body strength knowing you can’t fight him. armin will not hesitate to fuck you dumb. you’ve been a brat lately, knowing he hated when you sassed him. he’d always tell you ‘we’ll talk later’ and the talk is usually him fucking you straight. he likes to have you in every angle imaginable. loves to stare at your face as you scream his name, yank at the sheets, and even bite into his arm. he’ll grab your face and tell you to ‘watch me fuck you like the bad girl you are.’ kiss you sloppily as he drops his dick into you hard, every pound leaving you gasping for air. that blonde hair on his head covering his dangerous eyes, followed by weak whimpers and whines escaping his throat. ‘too pretty, love. keep suckin’ me deep. i can feel you cumming.’

ONYANKOPON

not the type to play games with you, at all. will cut any attitude you have extremely short. you seem to yap a lot, and he can live that. what he won’t deal with is a grown woman who throws temper tantrums like an adolescent. he’s usually understanding of most things, meaning he can sit you down and talk if needed. but some things just don’t get through that tiny skull of yours. now, now he has to push it into the bed to fuck some respect into you. he gets really deep to make you feel it all. won’t stop until you’re actually crying. he expects apologies, and they flow from your mouth airless. clearly, he won’t give up until he approves a real apology, not just one you spew just to let you cum. ‘told you stop talkin’ to me fuckin’ crazy. ima fuck the shit outta you’ he’ll groan, heat pooling in his stomach. he’s mad as fuck, and you feel the energy. struggling in the fabric he used to tie your wrists behind your back, whining into the pillow as he claps your ass back onto him. the rough baritone of his voice causing your head to spin. when his big hand wraps around your throat, he’ll pull your head to his chest as your back arches lower, swiveling his hips and fucking you quicker. ‘fuck yes, baby. tell daddy how sorry you are. right now.’ and you’ll tell him, because at this point you didn’t have a choice. his heavy hand lands numerous hits to your ass, biting his lip as you clench around his dick, drawing an orgasm from him sooner than yourself. then he’ll give your pussy some sloppy kisses after because he feels bad for making you so sore. <3

© 𝑠𝑡4𝑟𝑏𝑤𝑟𝑟𝑦 . all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life.♡

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[tvgals]

gimme plug! connie w his sleepy gf 😸

she’s such a sleepyhead! so when connie does his early morning drops, he makes her a little pallet in his backseat so she can sleep peacefully.

“cmon mama, don’t wanna leave you here.” connie says, pressing kisses to your face. “noooo, leave me here con’..” you whine, tossing and turning away from connie’s kisses.

“nope. get up, i ain’t asking again.” connie says. you groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes. connie hands you the keys to his car so you can make yourself comfortable in the backseat while the car heats up.

you walk to the car with pillows and a cover in hand. you make yourself snug in the backseat while the car warmed up. connie walked out the door a few minutes after you, getting into the drivers seat. he smiled at your sleeping figure. he ran around in the city making his drops, making sure not to wake you up.

plug! connie is head over heels in love with his sleepyhead girlfriend

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Big Men Headcanons

♡ NSFW, size kink, fem reader, size kink, oral->male receiving, fingering, did I mention size kink? ♡

note: I ain't write shit in a week lmao 🙃 I randomly felt motivated at 1 am tho

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Big Men who are twice your size, making you look small in comparison no matter your proportions.

Big Men who could easily break you in half if they wanted to, but of course they'd never do that to their precious angel.

Big Men who are extra vocal when you give them head because the sound of you gagging on their cock turns them on to no end.

Big Men whose thick fingers can barely fit in your cunt when they try to prep you, continuously slipping out or not going in at all.

Big Men who whisper soft words of encouragement to you as they enter your pussy, coaxing you to relax as they fill you up.

Big Men who start off gentle and end up folding you in half, your legs propped on their shoulders as they pound into you mercilessly.

Big Men who almost cum inside you when they see the bulge their dick is making in your tummy.

Big Men who cum inside you anyway because you're just too tight for them to resist.

Big Men who kiss your forehead, praising you for how well you took them and telling you how amazing it'll feel the next time.

♡ TAIJU, DRAKEN, Mucho, Mochi, SOUTH, Reiner, ZEKE, NANAMI, Geto, TOJI, TOGAME, Kishibe, Rengoku, Uzui, GYOMEI, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, KAFKAAAA + any of your faves ♡

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@witchy-scribblings + @breathofthewind29 tagging y'all for the Kafka vibes ♥️

@rainyrindou tagging you for the Togame vibes lol 🩷

[disturb7a]

HOW HE SOUNDS | armin arlert nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐

˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! armin x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

ARMIN is so vocal oh my gosh— i think he just like cannot keep it in cause he feels so good.

his moans are just barely moans and are basically whimpers … “a-ahh fuck!”

and when he has his face burried in your neck ?!?! oh my god he’s letting out the cutest moans ever while saying the nastiest, freakiest shit ever. i believe in ‘innocent’ freak armin till i die ☝🏾☝🏾

“fuckkk…yeah? here?” in the whiniest voice you can possibly imagine.

source.

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[eli0004]

Some random Levi relationship HCs

Summary: Just some random lil Levi things I’ve had on my brain lately :D

Rating: 18+ [Minors DNI]

A/n: I can do a part two if anyone is interested

If you compliment him on his appearance, say you like his hair when it’s longer in the front, tell him he looks lovely in that shade of green, he will never forget that shit. He’ll start leaving his hair longer and wearing your favorite colors on him more often, because he loves knowing you’re finding him attractive.

When Levi catches you checking him out, he acts appalled, absolutely flabbergasted, how dare you objectify him like this. He’ll roll his eyes and scoff, waving you off like he can’t believe you’d be so openly perverted like this, but then you’ll spot the blush spreading over his cheeks, and if you’re lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of his lips curling up in a playful smirk as he turns away from you.

He’s not always “stoic”, he just has a very dry sense of humor. Sarcasm, deadpan jokes and teasing actually make him chuckle occasionally, and he loves when you go back and forth with him.

He doesn’t have a great social battery, but when he loves you, he wants you around regardless. Sometimes his favorite moments are sitting together in comfortable silence, and having you rake your fingers through his dark hair, or scratch his back.

I think he has a pretty normal sex drive, but sometimes he needs a lot of foreplay to get comfortable, because the second that sex starts to feel like mindless fucking rather than an expression of love, he feels unnerved and off put.

He’s such a giver, that if you give him something back he’ll be absolutely touched. Make him a bracelet? He’ll never take it off. Bring him something he forgot on his way out the door that morning? He’s thinking about putting a ring on your finger. Cook him his favorite meal? He’ll melt into a puddle of soft sappy feelings.

Honestly, he’s really just a hopeless romantic. Once upon a time he was a little boy that day-dreamt of finally being loved, being held, and doted on. Up until now, he was starting to get used to the idea of being alone, so he’ll do anything to keep you happy and content with him.

I think levi is a switch, but he leans towards submissive because, again, he loves being doted on. He likes sensual touching, thumb against his cheek, fingers gripping his thighs, running your nails down his abdomen and feeling it tense up. He fantasizes about that kind of thing. He wants your hands all over him.

He gets super turned on by possessive behavior, in and out of the bedroom. Bite him, yank on his hair, ask him who’s cock this is, he loves that shit. If you get jealous easily, he’ll roll his eyes and tell you you’re being immature, but he’s such a bad liar because his ego is soaring. He’ll be walking around with a little more confidence that day.

If you keep eye contact and tell him you love him during sex, he might bust on the spot.

In the colder months, he tends to become depressed easily. He benefits from having someone who won’t allow him to shut himself away.

Husband material, marry him immediately.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[mommypieck]

okay but imagine having a boyfriend with longer hair so you can tug on it while he fucks you. it started as a joke when you told him that you're gonna be the one olaying with his hair during sex... until it actually happened.

"fuck, baby, that pussy feels so good." he moans into your ear, licking the shell of it. just this sentence alone makes you moan out loud, making him smile at your whorish sounds. his cock is hitting the deepest parts of your body, teasing your sweet spot with every thrust.

"i need more." he moans out, slamming his hips into yours and hitting your cerwix dead on. you yell out in pleasure, gripping his hair tightly. your eyes go wide at the slutty moan he lets out. you grip his hair eyes tighter, bringing him closer so he can rest his head in the crock of your neck.

"do that again, baby." he purrs against your neck as he leaves love bites on it. you tug on his hair again and he loses his mind. his cock starts hammering into you again, he's determined that you're not gonna be able to walk after this.

"fucking hell, baby. you're making me so drunk off of you."

[bunnisari]

eren loves thunderstorms.

he loves the way the electricity crackling in the sky turns into background noise as he places himself so deeply inside you. you feel full, as always. eren’s head lays next to yours on the cold fluffy pillow, his body fitting perfectly on top of yours. his weight only made your head go even dizzier. your plush thighs welcome eren’s shamelessly slim waist, your mixed arousal making a mess on your thighs. the sound of eren’s deep thrusts is so lewd, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. eren’s warm body shields you from the loud thunder outside, the sound of rain brutal against the windows. “you’re so messy…” eren lifts himself from the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before pushing them further back to your chest. your breath hitches at the new angle. eren’s change in pace having you drooling over the pillows, he’s stroking you so slowly and so deep your thighs begin to shake. “r-ren” you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. with every thrust goes the last of your brain cells. eren watches where the two of you connect, his dick snug inside of you. everytime he thrusts back in your slick oozes out.

“ you’re so nasty…creaming all over me” eren lets out a breathy whine, coming down to connect his lips to yours. you don’t have a chance to process his movements before his thrusts speed up, one of his hands coming up to your throat.

whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as eren sucked your tongue, his fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. you could feel your stomach tightening, your pussy clenching around eren over n over. “shit you gonna kill me” eren whispers to himself, your warm sticky insides clamping around him so tightly. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes looking into yours. you can’t help but look away, he knows how uneasy eye contact makes you feel.

“ren m’gonna-” you sob out, tears flooding down your cheeks as the pleasure stimulates you so well. “hm? what you wanna say?” eren teases, fingers gliding over your sensitive clit in smooth circles.

“ i-i can’t” you shudder, hands pushing at eren’s abdomen. “yes you can, sweet girl” eren places a kiss on your forehead, pushing your hands out the way. “it’s okay, just cum m’here” he pushes down on your lower stomach. as if it was destiny, the final crash of thunder for the night hit you as hard as your orgasm, toes curling and eyes rolling back. eren hisses, your pussy clenching so tight around him. “gonna make me cum, pretty” he whines lowly, his grinding into you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. you sniffle, coming down slowly in a dreamy haze. you could sleep so good right now.

eren lifts your thigh up, pushing it back even further to bury himself as deep as he could inside you. you gasp aloud in shock, overstimulation hitting you hard as he rocks into you so good. “ren n-no” you squeal, hands desperate to hold onto something. “m’almost there” eren sighs out, his thighs shaking from pleasure. broken moans and whimpers leave your teary eyed form, only getting more sensitive with each thrust.

“ ahh - s..shit… look at me” your eyes lock with eren’s, he looks so good this way. before you can warn eren, your arousal squirts out of you, wetting eren’s lower body. eren stiffens, pumping rope after rope so deeply into you. you both lay bare and limp, chests heaving as you both come down from it all. you can only focus on the rain hitting the ground outside.

….but yeah eren loves thunderstorms!

[i6eyes]

%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who's going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

omg omg he's soo tall right

definitely puts his arms around your shoulder, and kisses u on your temple or forehead too

the sweetest !! i feel like he would be so so attentive to u

oooh u did a double take at the dress u guys walked passed by earlier in the mall? woah it's suddenly in ur bed the next day !! :OO

he's a nice cook ! can cook but the best, his expertise are mostly breakfast foods but he can cook you lunch and dinner as long as he has a recipe

oh he'd be absolutely smitten !!!! i luv big scary men being total sweethearts to their s/o

if ur trying some shoes, he'd be the one to do all of the work ! he'd kneel down, take off your shoes, puts on what you chose on you, will be the who's going to take it off too, then will tie or buckle your shoes up for you

or or or, he'd be out alone and he passes by this little store filled with trinkets and stuff. safe to say, he walked out of the store with a silly little keychain he knew you'd like

^^ one of his love language is acts of service

he loves spending time with you. specially the moments where you two just chill and share some occasional kisses here and there

his favorite thing to do is have you lay on top of him while he's laying down and make you talk about your day !! he'd play with your hair and caress your nape and back while you do so :((

he's obviously attractive, but he doesn't know how much

there's so many simple things that he makes attractive

his attentiveness. you'd be in the grocery then he'd suddenly disappear for a while, only for him to come back with arms full of chips and snacks. "these are your favorites, right?" he said while dumping them in the cart, not even waiting for your answer.

oddly specific but the way he leans on every door way. you know the thing where people place their hands on top of a doorway? that, but he subconsciously does it everywhere. omg imagine he fetches you from your house for a date and the moment you open your door, boom! there's jean, towering you with a smile on his face.

he knows how to slow dance, like the ones in the movies where the main characters would suddenly dance in their living room, to which, he did with you!

slow dancing in the living room with jean :(

if you're still in school and he sees you struggling with a subject or school work, he'd help you as soon as he could, specially if it's something he already learned before. but! if that's not the case, he'd take his time to learn what you're having problems with and try to come up with an explanation to make you understand better

he's so lame (affectionate)

nsfw

oh boy

he's not the stallion for nothing

easily one of the biggest cock in the aot verse

usually, i'd be realistic when it comes to sizes, but jean is at 7-8 inches.

hhhhhhgggh, king of dick prints. he's naturally big even when soft, about 5 to 5.5 maybe. < he's a grower

he's such a big man, his proportions are perfect, of course he needs a big fucking cock to go along with it

he keeps his happy trail no matter what happens. he knows it's attractive and knows that you love seeing it on him

^^ up to you whether you want him to shave or trim, he's fine with anything as long as he keeps his happy trail

wide athletic shoulders that he puts your legs at while he's eating you out our splitting you open with his cock

this man's proportions are actually making me insane i don't know how to put my thoughts into words anymore

his hands are big, but not huge or ginormous. it's pretty and rough looking at the same time. his fingers are longer than most men's but are thick enough like the ones most are familiar with when thinking about a man's hand.

his nape is sensitive, simple touches like brushing his hair back will make him shiver. hickeys also show more easily on his neck, just suck on it lightly and there's already a blooming red mark left in its wake.

oh my god, touch his torso or the bottom of his stomach (ehem, close or at his happy trail) and he's gone. it's starting to become an actual problem because there would be completely innocent moments where you touch those places because you need to get pass by him and he'd just suddenly pop a boner on the spot.

*taps mic* soft dom

he absolutely loves praising you, it's an unconscious thing he does

you'd be on your knees, sucking in his cock on your mouth as much as you could, and he'd groan while keeping your hair out of your face using a hand while the other caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears that lay there.

^^ "there we go, knew you could do it.", "fuckin' natural at it.", "think you could take me a little deeper? uh huh? yeah that's my good girl."

im in shambles

he's SOOOOO good with his fingers my GOD.

he knows what it takes to make you cum with his fingers, he has an actual technique it's crazyyy. doesn't prioritize in making it fast or hard or whatever, whether you like it like that or slow, he will follow his own lead on what he thinks will make you feel spineless.

knows the fingers inside you, palm on your clit thing. has made you squirt using it on multiple occasions

while he adores missionary because he loves seeing your face and folding you in half with your legs beside your ears, doing it doggy will always make him carnal

he has a thing for your backkk. he'd grab the one side of your shoulder while he's hitting it from the back, sometimes he'd bruise your hips with his grip instead

will slap your ass. not really in a sub/dom dynamic. he just likes the way he sees his handprint on your ass while you're writhing beneath him

stroke game is unmatched !!!!!!!!!

he doesn't rely on his size alone, this bitch is actually prepared and knows his shit y'all

even if he doesn't or can't push all of him in, he'd work with what he's able to put inside you and god does he do it well

during missionary, expect him to put a pillow under your hips despite his size and knowledge. he want to make you feel the best at any given time

while he doesn't mind if you're a loud moaner or what, he LOVES hearing you whine.

if you're a whiner, boy is it a good time to be ALIVEEEEEE

he founds it so cute and hot <3

[ninibeingdelulu]

How it is to be Levi’s fiancée ft. levi ackerman

a/n: just some stupid (maybe bad) headcanons bc i miss my husband so much

While you're both part of the Scout Regiment, Levi tries to keep your relationship low-key and professional during missions or training. But his icy exterior melts a bit whenever he sneaks glances your way, letting a rare softness shine through.

The other scouts giggle and make bets on when their hardass Captain will finally propose. Levi overhears and shuts it down with a single death glare - though later that night he surprises you by getting down on one knee.

After the difficult decision to leave the scouts to start a family, Levi is an absolute clean freak about baby-proofing your home. He triple checks for any potential hazards like it's scouting enemy territory.

Despite his blunt manner, Levi goes misty-eyed the first time he holds his newborn child. You catch him tenderly nuzzling their tiny button nose while humming an old lullaby his own mother used to sing.

He may be pint-sized, but don't underestimate Levi's overprotective papa bear mode. He glowers down any strangers who so much as look at his baby funny while out in public.

At the same time, Levi melts into an adorably awkward pile of mush whenever his kid learns a new skill like crawling or talking. He'll play peek-a-boo for hours just to hear that baby laughter.

On hard days, coming home to his family is Levi's slice of paradise. He cherishes read-aloud time where his little one snuggles into his lap, already falling asleep to the soothing baritone of daddy's voice.

Sometimes you wake in the middle of the night to find Levi's side of the bed empty...only to discover him swaying in the nursery, cradling your restless baby close while humming that same lullaby.