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levihan family au that nobody asked for 🫶
#allow me to be self indulgent for a moment#I'm also bad at drawing babies my apologies#levihan#levi ackerman#hange zoe#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyoujin#shingeki no kyojin#snk#art#fanart
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I would fight the world for you, little Levi. My heart is in shambles.
Isayama if you’re reading this, HIDE.
[translation credits to @/vooo_eee on twt]
#someone HUG HIM#MY POOR BABY#levi ackerman#levi bad boy#bad boy#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#shinjeki no kyojin#levi ackerman x reader#eren jaeger#eren yeager#kenny ackerman#kuchel#kuchel ackerman#levi x you#levi x reader#levi x y/n#levi ackerman x y/n#levi ackerman x you
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I HC that Levi has the most uncomfortable sleeping position ever. He's stiff as a board, lying straight and face up, not moving one inch through the night and every little sound stirs him awake.
But then he meets you and bro is literally curled up in a ball, literally molded to you, all tucked in cocooned, his blanket covering him from head to toe. He sleeps so well when he's with you, waking him up literally becomes a chore. And when he does wake up, he's doing the biggest, sleepiest stretch, eyes puffed, hair messy and he honestly can't remember his own name.
Well, gotta make up for all the sleepless nights he spent before after all.
Also, I think he used to be hardcore against taking naps. He'd just think it was lazy. But then he finds you, slumping to bed every bit of leisure you get. He watches you as you look so, so comfortable, so soft, so warm and he tries okay, he really tries to not cave in but he's like.
Fuck it.
What is self-respect anyways.
#i saw a fanart 2 secs ago#and levi is like all curled up like a baby and its so fucking cute#as someone who sleeps a lot 😔🫶#i need him#levi ackerman#aot#levi#captain levi#levi heichou#snk#levi x reader#levi thoughts#levi x you#levi headcannons#levi headcanons#levi hcs#levi hc#levi fluff
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Little kid megumi has never had anyone dote on him in his life the way you do. Something he’s come to love is cuddling up against your chest and snuggling when satorus out on missions cause he knows you miss satoru (it gives him an excuse to why he does it 🙄🙄 but we all know he just loves it). Also the love and warmth he feels always leaves him with his ears turning red and embarrassed.
One time, however, he walks out of his room to see you asleep on satorus chest after an exhausting day. Megumi walks right up to satoru with a scrutinizing gaze and he asks “what are you doing?” 😭😭
Satoru Just stares at him and says “cuddling with y/n what does it look like?”
Megumi stares at him in disgust and then proceeds to climb up on the sofa. The movement lightly wakes you up and you see megumi and proceed to turn so he can snuggle into your chest. Satoru was left as the big spoon and dumbfounded. Megumi looks up at satoru and just smirks as he cuddles his head into your neck.
They constantly get jealous of eachother over you it’s so funny. ESPECIALLY SATORU.
Satorus talking about this to you and pouting “he has a crush on you I swear”
And you’re just like 😭 “he’s a child satoru, you’re really getting jealous over a child??”
And he just pouts more LMFAOOOO
#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#ackermans-angel#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru headcanons#satoru x you#satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#baby megumi#7 year old megumi#jjk megumi#megumi jjk#jjk gojo#gojo jjk#gojo and megumi#jjk satoru#jujutsu satoru#jujustu kaisen#levi ackerman#dad!gojo
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Zeke jaeger what a man you are
#everyone's favourite character am I right#zeke jaeger#zeke yeager#attack on titan season 4#now watch as I list every character under the sun#pieck finger#eren yeager#erwin smith#hange zoe#porco galliard#colt grice#falco grice#someone is missing.#oh my god it's the damn shrimp#levi ackerman#my art#MIKE ZACHARIAS#baby im so sorry
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YOUR SWEETHEART PSYCHOPATHIC CRUSH !
pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader word count: 5.7k chapter summary: while spending your summer at the ackerman's estate, you and levi become slightly obsessed with each other despite mikasa being very clear she doesn't want you to fuck her cousin. warnings: alcohol, smoking, slight enemies to lovers dynamic, kinda rough smut (18+!!), oral (f+m receiving), unprotected period sex, mentions of blood, yearning, religious imagery/references, morally ambiguous protagonist with unclear motivations, eat the rich vibes....essentially very saltburn inspired so...yeah author's note: been having levi brainrot all summer and this is the result hope y'all enjoy ♡
♪: the louvre by lorde
you weren’t in love with him.
picture levi ackerman on a gilded summer day. shimmering, sweaty skin. designer sunglasses and overpriced flip flops. mouth red and sticky from the popsicle melting in his hand. sharp jawline. sharper tongue.
you understood why people loved him, of course — and so many did.
he saw through them, and they wanted to be seen by him.
picture levi ackerman at a busy pub on a friday night, the most expensive whiskey in front of him. one eyebrow quirked, silver piercing disappearing beneath his hairline. grey-blue eyes watching carefully. interested. suspicious.
he was dangerous;
picture levi ackerman on a hot, midsummer night. on his knees, canines sparkling in the moonlight. blood on his chin, between his fingers. he’s wearing pristine silk pyjamas that will soon become stained with grass and dirt and other unspeakable things.
beautiful, of course;
picture levi ackerman in a marble bathtub, skin wet and soapy. defined muscles and intricate tendons that could have been carved from marble, too. smelling of citrus and bergamot.
and compassionate, somehow.
picture levi ackerman handing someone a cigarette, heart beating fast after a heated argument. long, slender fingers and a silver crested ring. black stars etched across the skin of his hand, similar to his cousin’s.
you loved him.
picture levi ackerman across a bountiful breakfast table. he pries open a ripe fig, reaches over for some tea. as always, he holds his cup from the top. burgundy bruises in the shape of someone’s lips decorate his neck, disappear under the collar of his shirt.
you loved him.
picture levi ackerman, preening as if for a portrait they’d hang in an art gallery. taking a slow drag of his cigarette, backlit by the sun shining in from grand windows, framing him like a halo.
but, were you in love with him?
it’s a sticky, sultry summer — the summer mikasa first brings you to paradis.
with each day that passes, slow and sweltering, june gradually melts away in the blistering heat, but july lingers.
time passes differently when your life is filled with luxurious nothing.
mikasa always had friends over, all of whom had their own summer houses nearby. you recognized them from school. work, actually — they were frequent customers at scout’s coffee.
there was historia reiss (oat vanilla latte), who was family friend to the ackermans and twice as rich; annie leonhart (double shot of espresso), who grew up next door; eren jager (black coffee) whom mikasa had gotten back together with at the end of year banquet; and, jean kirstein (cappuccino with extra foam), one of eren’s frat brothers who seemed to notice you more now that you were out of your emerald green uniform and instead squeezed into a very revealing bathing suit mikasa had given you to wear.
she’d been doing that a lot since you arrived to paradis: giving you last year’s dress to wear at dinner, a blouse that didn’t fit her right, a skirt she wore once that she thought you would look so good in, trust her.
you’re sure it was a coincidence that jean only took interest in you now.
“oy!” jean whistles your name from across the water. “enjoying the view?”
you stop your task to look at him, but your eyes quickly wander.
you are, in fact, enjoying the view. on the other side of the pool, levi ackerman (no coffee, just earl grey tea) lounges on a pool chair. his pale skin shimmers under the afternoon sun. levi’s mouth is stained, red and sticky from the popsicle melting in his hand.
levi, whom mikasa had already deemed off limits. he was family, she said, and you were her friend. it wouldn't be right, she said.
she might not be too thrilled to find out how much you wanted to run your tongue over levi’s lips and underneath his jawline, chase the sweet popsicle stains with the salty sweat on his skin.
“instead of painting mikasa’s nails, you should paint me like one of your french girls sometime,” jean continues, lifting his prada sunglasses just to wink at you. he then goes back to his conversation with eren, the two of them talking animatedly in the shallow end while sipping their beers.
oblivious or not to your staring, levi seems too busy devouring another gothic novel — last week was frankenstein by mary shelley. this week is oscar wilde’s the picture of dorian gray. he’s shirtless, wearing designer sunglasses, overpriced flip flops and board shorts. in his day-to-day summer outfit, an entirely new expanse of skin is on display: a sword tucked into his forearm; angel wings sprouting from his shoulders, almost golden under the sun’s rays; flowers and thorns blooming between his ribs; a snake slithering across his hip bone.
mikasa clicks her tongue, a telltale sign that she’s impatient for you to get back to work, so you do.
“so, here’s the thing: eren told me than jean likes you,” mikasa says once you finish with her left hand and start on her right.
annie snorts. she’s one chair over, clad in a light blue bikini, suntanning with her eyes closed yet very much engaged with the gossip at hand. “you think? he’s been drooling over her since the start of summer. i’m surprised he hasn’t made a move yet.”
“well, apparently, he’s been waiting for you to make the first move.”
you bite back a scoff. “why?”
“he likes to be chased, sometimes,” mikasa explains. “it’s a game to him.”
“i don’t know. i’m not really looking to play any games,” you lie, thankful that she let you borrow one of her many pairs of vintage sunglasses as they hide how your eyes instinctively flick over to levi.
“come on!” mikasa pouts. “jean would be, like, the hottest summer fling. he’s smart and sexy and definitely knows how to show someone a good time.” a sober mikasa would have never said that — eren would hate his girlfriend talking about another guy like that — but she reaches over to grab her second margarita, smudging the fresh polish on her thumb, and takes a long gulp before adding: “you should go for it. right, guys?”
“you should totally go for it!” historia encourages, leaning over the other side of annie to nod at you enthusiastically. “jean is such a catch.”
“heard he’s good in bed, too,” annie adds. “so, yeah. go for it.”
“right,” mikasa smiles, satisfied. “it’ll be good for you.”
it’ll be good for you.
you didn’t even want to think about what mikasa meant by that, however well-intentioned.
the truth is that you had arrived to the ackerman’s sprawling estate with a hand-me-down suitcase, one old swimsuit, and a bitterness buried in your throat.
mikasa had invited you because she pitied you, the poor scholarship student working at the cafe she and the others frequented. all you had to do was comfort her after another argument with her flighty boyfriend eren jaeger, and suddenly the two of you were the best of friends. inseparable, even when spring finals bled into summer break.
friends is a generous word, really. she was your golden ticket, you were her charity case.
what’s that saying about the road to hell?
it’s paved with good intentions.
you wonder what that means for the road to paradise, then.
“just promise me you’ll consider it? at least give it a chance? please?” mikasa looks at you with those naive, hopeless romantic eyes. she wants this for you, and you have to keep her happy if you want to stay in this paradise for a little longer.
“okay,” you concede. “i’ll think about it.”
when you glance across the pool once more, levi is gone.
SPRING SEMESTER.
amid the chaos of students rushing across campus, all you could focus on was useless clicking.
click.
click.
nothing. not even a goddamn spark.
served you right, buying a lighter from the dollar store.
“need a light?”
levi’s voice had a deep baritone, one that might have been calming if the two of you hadn’t spent the past hour bickering. he argued that caravaggio’s painting of judith beheading holofernes was more sophisticated than any other rendition; you challenged him, stating that artemisia gentileschi’s work was more powerful — cathartic, even — and therefore a better representation of the story.
erwin smith, the professor leading your art history seminar, urged the two of you to stay focused on the class material, but between you and levi — it always got personal.
you couldn’t afford the textbook, so how could you know anything about art?
his family bought his way into the university, so how could he know anything about anything?
so on and so forth. razor-sharp insults and sarcasm that dripped from your tongues like honey, the other always eager to lap it up like a starving dog.
if there was one thing you could count on from then on, it was levi providing a snarky comment or underhanded joke meant to remind you that you were only a guest in the aristocratic world mikasa pulled you into, and for you to defend yourself as best you could through equally cutting remarks.
it was like that ever since mikasa dragged you into the group earlier in the semester.
everyone was already a few drinks in at the pub when you walked in behind her. the most expensive whiskey was sitting in a crystal glass in front of levi. he quirked one eyebrow at you, silver piercing disappearing beneath his hairline. grey-blue eyes watching carefully — interested, suspicious — as mikasa introduced you.
it was exhausting. a little exhilarating, too, but not enough to keep you from sliding down to the ground, back against the cold limestone wall, knees pressed to your chest.
“not from you,” you told him. you expected him to leave you alone, grant you a minute to compose yourself.
instead, levi sat down next to you, legs stretched out because he knew the crowd would bend around him. you listened as he lit his own cigarette on the first try, handing it to you without taking a drag.
long, slender fingers and a silver crested ackerman ring. black stars etched on the skin of his hand, similar to the ones mikasa has.
you couldn’t help but stare; levi ackerman had that effect on people.
it was almost unfair how attractive he was. all he had to do was lounge against an old building, dark hair with a sharp undercut and eyebrow piercing glinting in the late afternoon sun, to give michaelangelo’s david a run for his money.
you dug your nails into your palm to keep yourself from accepting his offer. there was always a price to kindness, especially with people like him.
after a few moments, levi rolled his eyes. he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, just for show.
“it’s not poisoned or anything. i wouldn’t do that. not to you, at least.”
you weren’t convinced, but smoke curled around his words. when it hit your nostrils, you had to give in.
“god,” you practically moaned as warmth filled your lungs; your heart rate eased as you finally got your vice. levi let out something of a choke. his cheeks became slightly flushed.
it must have been your imagination. levi ackerman did not get flustered.
he cleared his throat, your fingers brushing against each other when he accepted the cigarette you handed back to him.
“mika says i’ve projected certain….insecurities onto you.”
mikasa had changed her major three times already, and the one she’d settled on then was psychology. her new pastime was psychoanalysing the people around her, depending on which chapter was being covered that week.
“she says i should apologize for —”
“being a dick?”
“yeah, i guess.”
it wasn’t an apology. he just looked at you with his signature, disinterested gaze.
“okay.” you wouldn’t give him forgiveness, anyways.
“can i ask you something, then? without you biting my head off?”
a pause.
“fine,” levi responded.
“what insecurities?”
another pause. he twisted the ring on his finger, almost nervously.
levi ackerman did not get nervous, but maybe he wasn’t used to letting his guard down.
the silence stretched between you.
“let’s just say that i’m not as blue-blooded as i try to seem,” he finally said.
you turned your head to examine levi ackerman: ironed button-down rolled up to his elbows, showing off elaborate tattoos that must have cost a fortune. brown leather satchel engraved with his initials. shiny new rolex.
“oh. could’ve fooled me.”
levi laughed, stiff and hollow. you could taste the bitterness from his lips when it was your turn with the cigarette, and instinctively licked your own.
“you more than anyone should know: that’s kind of the point.”
it was the way he said it that got you. his voice just above a whisper. protecting his secret — and, by proxy, yours.
you gnawed the inside of your cheek, hard enough to taste copper.
it never occurred to you that you might not have been the only outsider.
there might have been reasons why levi remained on the edge of the group, a brooding mystery to most of them, why you were the only one levi bothered to argue with. there were reasons why he didn’t skip class or get blackout drunk on weekdays like the others, why he was always so pristine, so perfect, so composed.
“look, i’m not a bad person. it’s just —”
“sometimes you have to bite,” you finished his sentence. “you’re angry at the world, and you know that the wrong person might take everything away if you step out of line and let that anger slip through.”
it was a coping mechanism; one wired within you, too, even if it sometimes manifested in different ways. you didn’t need a textbook to recognize that.
“yeah.”
you could tell he was trying his best to hide his reaction, but you knew — by the sudden glint in his eye, the slight relaxing of his jaw.
levi ackerman did not let his guard down, but there you were, recognizing the hunger inside him as your own.
“well, i don’t care if you bite,” you promised. “just don’t be surprised if i bite back.”
the corners of his lips curled into a smirk, matching your own.
“i’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
you let the time pass, let ash fall from the smouldering cigarette you shared until it was down to the quick. the sun was hidden behind the lecture hall by then, and the quad was quiet. only you and levi remained.
“i should get to my next class,” levi informed, breaking the comfortable silence you had unexpectedly built. he got up swiftly, although he was likely already late.
“see you around.” you caught a flash of silver where he was just sitting. you grabbed it, and held it up. “don’t forget your lighter.”
he flicked his eyes towards the object in your hand, and he frowned.
“keep it.”
“i – i can’t.”
“it’s fine. just take it.”
“i don’t need your handouts, levi,” you snapped. you remembered the time he had teased you for wearing one of mikasa’s blouses, warning you that her handouts aren’t enough to make you pass as one of them.
levi winced, clearly remembering too. “consider it a gift for being — what did you call me before?”
“a dick.”
“right. anyways, you’d be doing me a favour,” levi continued. “i’ve been wanting to get rid of this one; got a better one waiting for me at home.”
you would’ve continued pushing back, but it was too late. levi was already walking away.
levi looked back once and winked at you. you let the cool metal lighter burn through your skin.
apparently, trust fund kids suck at monopoly. especially after a few bottles of wine taken from their parents’ cellar.
they don’t really have a strategy, and those who did…well, it can’t beat yours.
you secure property left and right, make deals, and, yeah, screw people over until you’re the only one remaining with any candy-colored bills. by the end, you’re drunk off pinot noir and a high on the euphoria of winning this little, insignificant game.
“no fair!” jean whines. “how’d you do that?”
“a magician never reveals her secret,” you hum.
“what if i asked nicely?”
you shake your head with a slight smile, leaning over to grab the last of the pretzels as a cover for getting jean’s hand off your thigh. he’d become bolder in the past few days in his flirtations; you, in all fairness, gave as well as you got — lingering eyes, purposeful touching, flirty banter.
levi, sitting across from you, sips his drink calmly.
“maybe you just underestimated her,” he suggests.
“hell yeah, he did.” historia gives you an enthusiastic high five.
“i did not underestimate her.” jean rolls his eyes. “it’s just, i didn’t expect her to —”
“ — have a strategy that might outwit you, of all people?” levi mocks.
“put your teeth away, ackerman,” jean huffs. “i’m just saying — i’m a business major.”
“you did fail econ 200 twice, jean,” eren points out.
“you’re lucky daddy kirstein payed off the professor so you didn’t have to take it a third time,” levi quips, earning a scowl from jean.
“don’t get me started, you underground piece of — ”
“okay, good game everyone!” mikasa interjects, so loud her words bounced off the walls. the ackerman’s ‘cozy’ den is just as grand as any other room, large with signature tiled floors and marble columns. she turns to you and jean, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “why don’t the two of you go get more snacks, and the rest of us will decide on a movie?”
as everyone else follows mikasa to the home theatre, the board game now forgotten, you and jean head to the kitchen.
“my dad didn’t pay the professor off, for the record,” jean says as you start refilling bowls. he leans against the counter, watching you. “he paid for a tutor. i mean, i had to pass the class, right? if i’m going to take over my dad’s real estate company. there’s nothing wrong with a little help.”
you smile like you mean it.
“of course not.”
and that seems to pacify jean, until he bluntly asks:
“is something happening between you and levi?”
you freeze. “why would you say that?”
jean walks around the large kitchen island, stopping in front of you.
“he just seems…protective over you.”
“nothing’s happening,” you swallow the lump in your throat, unable to say more. “nothing’s happening between me and levi.”
if you keep saying it, maybe it will become true. maybe the tension will evaporate, and the fire in the pit of your stomach will die out, and you will be able to give mikasa what she wants.
jean watches you through thick lashes, hands creeping over your hips. playing the part, you throw your arms around his neck, fingers threading through auburn hair.
“good. because this dress is incredible.”
it’s mikasa’s dress. gucci, spring collection from the year before.
“jean,” you whisper his name like you want him.
jean kisses you then, and you kiss back. he slides his tongue in your mouth, slides a hand underneath the dress you wore. whispers again how incredible the dress was, how good you would look on your knees for him later.
you feel nothing. it’s fine.
you squeeze your eyes shut and, ignoring your guilty conscience, imagine a certain raven-haired boy in jean’s place. it works fine, allowing you to deepen the kiss, but then jean presses his thigh between your legs, and his stubble itches against your cheek.
fuck. you don’t want this.
lightheaded, you rip away from jean’s grip and place a hand on the counter next to you to steady yourself. you swallow as much air as you can, but still feel terribly breathless.
“everything okay?”
of course, it’s levi. he came to inform the two of you that cruel intentions was decided on (a message from mikasa), and to tell you to hurry the fuck up with the snacks (a message from eren).
jean smirks as he walks past your raven-haired boy and winks at you before he leaves the room.
levi is the one who helps you bring everything to the home theatre. he doesn’t say another word to you all night.
the only time you can truly be at peace in paradis is late at night, looking out into the dark green nothing.
it became a habit of yours, going out to smoke when you figured everyone was asleep. you’d formed an attachment to a particular stone bench next to a statue of some melancholy mythological woman (persephone, maybe?), and parked yourself there every night to look up at the stars.
quiet. limitless. alone.
even then, there’s always someone watching.
“nice lighter.”
those are the first words levi has spoken to you in the past week that aren’t delivered like he’s getting his teeth pulled.
“nice shirt, too.”
you look down, remembering that you’re not wearing the nightgown mikasa had given you when she saw your actual pyjamas: a pair of old boxers and an oversized marvin the martian t-shirt.
that’s one thing you can’t bring yourself to give up in all this, apparently: the soft, worn cotton that feels like home.
the other, unfortunately, takes a seat next to you. you should tell him to leave you alone, but you find yourself wanting him to stay.
he reaches out for the cigarette. you pass it to him like a moth to a flame, body betraying mind, knowing deep down that it might cause you to burn in the end. you watch as he inhales deeply, then tilts his head up as if sending the smoke as an offering to the full moon.
the quiet, formerly comforting, now makes your skin crawl.
“so….what’d you get on the final?” that’s the best you can do in terms of small talk with levi ackerman. your heart stops, when you realize your mistake —
the reality of what happened the last time you studied together.
levi, for his part, doesn’t bring that up. he hands the cigarette back to you.
“97. you?”
“98.”
levi whistles. “better go celebrate with your new boyfriend.”
“he’s not my — ”
you bite your tongue.
careful.
you want to bite that smirk off his lips.
it’s been a while, but he’s trying to rile you up.
you wonder what levi saw in you that made him think this was how to understand you: by throwing a punch and seeing if you could match his fight.
the truth is that jean isn’t anything to you. nothing had happened after that moment in the kitchen, and you wanted to keep it that way. you know that levi is perceptive enough to notice how you subtly distance yourself from jean, despite mikasa’s efforts and jean’s once again one-sided flirtations.
(you have a clear image of levi at breakfast a few days ago, prying open a ripe fig and holding his cup of tea from the top, burgundy bruises in the shape of someone’s lips decorating his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. historia had thrown a party next door, and you had the profound displeasure of watching levi make out with someone who wasn’t you. as soon as your eyes met his from across the room, levi removed himself from the person sucking on his collarbone. you weren’t sure it was a coincidence.)
“so kirstein isn’t your boyfriend?”
“what does it matter to you?”
“are you just hooking up, then?”
“why do you care, levi?” you snap.
it was dark, and you felt levi shuffle closer to you. you turned your head away, refusing to acknowledge the weight of his gaze on your body.
“i think you know why.” his voice nothing but a burning whisper in your ear.
levi, the clever brat, after giving you the cold shoulder, is not only trying to rile you up — he’s teasing you.
god, you were losing your mind, playing levi’s game, when he should have been losing yours.
you felt a fresh kind of heat spread through your body.
“whatever.”
you rip the cigarette from levi’s fingers, careful to avoid skin touching skin, snuff it out, and make all the moves to leave.
“wait.” he commands, grabbing your wrist before you can get too far. “let’s start again. i know you heard me earlier tonight.”
you clench your jaw, still standing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
(your bedroom is the closest to his, with only a bathroom with thin walls separating the two. earlier, you swore he was pleasuring himself to the rhythm of your name, but when you entered the bathroom to check, all you found was water swirling down the bathtub drain.)
“i saw you.”
“what do you want, levi?” his name like poison on your tongue, fire in your throat.
levi doesn’t say anything for a bit.
crickets chirp in the distance.
neither of you move.
“i think about that night all the time.” levi swallows, hard. “that night in the library.”
(during finals season, late night at the library, when you were both frustrated and bone-tired and in need of release, levi fucked you in a secluded corner. two fingers in, knuckle deep. you returned the favour after reaching your high, kneeling down on the carpet to taste him. he was wiping away his own cum from the corner of your mouth just as someone walked over to examine the shelves for a book on the italian renaissance. it was careless, and dangerous, and neither of you spoke of it again.)
mikasa made her expectations for you clear, and you need to please her, so you bit back your desire, swallowed whatever spark might have been between you and levi, and carried on as acquaintances because you couldn’t really afford to let it catch.
except, levi’s looking at you like he did then, hooded eyes, dark blue with desire.
he lets go of your wrist and you already miss his touch.
so, the reckless part of you stays, sits closer to him, tries not to melt when his silk pyjamas brush against your naked thigh.
“i think about your mouth.” he brings a tentative hand to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “those pretty little moans, the way you said my name….”
you can’t help it; you brush your fingers in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and find his pulse strong, but steady.
“levi,” you sigh, and he shudders.
“fuck, just like that.”
you and levi are so close now, you aren’t sure the air you’re breathing is your own.
“it kills me, that you’re only a room away —”
“i think about your fingers,” you finally confess. you lick your lips, grazing levi’s thumb in the process. “i think about the way you taste, how full you made me feel.”
levi sucks in a sharp breath. by now, he’s snaked his other hand underneath your shirt, fingers tracing shapes onto your stomach.
“kirstein might murder me.”
you nod slowly.
“mikasa might never speak to me again.”
“you’ve been driving me insane all year,” levi justifies. “all fucking year. when mika brought you to paradis, i thought we’d have all summer….”
he scrapes his nails against your ribcage, wandering further into dangerous territory.
“i guess we better make up for lost time, then.” you suggest. his hand stills, eyes locked on yours. “don’t you think, levi?”
levi answers by surging forward, and kissing you with such ferocity, he might as well be a man starved. teeth on teeth on tongue. you tangle your hands into his hair, pull on some strands just to see what he'd do. he groans, and retaliates by biting down on your bottom lip, hard enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the remnants of minty toothpaste on his lips. you whimper and pull away slightly. he holds your face firmly between his two hands, so you can’t go too far.
"sorry." levi smirks, and you know he doesn't really mean it.
you don’t care. you tug his hair some more and crash your mouth back to his, let your tongue trace every one of his teeth as if committing to memory.
you’re jolted back to reality when his hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear.
“shit. wait.” you push levi away and need a second to appreciate the state he’s in: raven hair a mess of your own making, pupils blown wide as he watches you with greedy impatience.
“what is it?” he presses when you take a second too long to explain.
“oh. it’s just,” a nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. you’ve craved this, craved him for so long, and it seems cosmically unfair that something else prevents you from satisfying your hunger. “i’m on my period.”
levi blinks at you. “so?”
you’re flustered, having to spell this out for him. “well, i guess we can’t really have sex, then?” you pause, watching as levi tilts his head. “i can suck you off if you want —
“what i want is to taste you,” levi states. “it’s lucky for you, i’m a vampire.”
you would have bet all your money that levi was just fucking with you, ready to leave you to tend to yourself for the night.
it’s a bet you would have promptly lost, seeing as levi slides to his knees and lodges himself between your legs.
“if you’re not comfortable with it, i don’t have to.”
your teeth catch your bottom lip, heart almost beating out of your chest.
you could back out now, suck it up and get on your knees for jean instead, gush to mikasa about it later and keep making her believe that you’re following her word like scripture.
but — it’s just so sincere. sweet, almost, how levi tilts his head up at you, waiting for your command like you’re a deity he’s dedicated his life to, willing to do anything and everything to prove his devotion.
the final transgression, the nail in the coffin:
you reach down to brush your fingers underneath his jawline and tell him it’s okay — that you want him.
levi sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, soothing his tongue over the sting before removing your shorts and underwear.
he has his way with you, bringing you over the edge not once, but twice with his sharp tongue and skilled fingers. you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming, until it’s just too damn much and you have to push levi’s head away.
levi looks up at you again, this time with a devilish grin, canines sparkling in the moonlight. crimson on his chin, between his fingers. once spotless silk pyjamas are probably stained with grass and dirt and whatever wetness he’s gathered from you.
maybe you should be on your knees, too, repent for the sin of crossing a line that was very clearly drawn, but you don’t care.
you’re hot and sticky and overstimulated, and fuck if you aren’t entirely blissed out.
levi confesses that wants, needs, to be inside you, so he carries you to his bedroom. you claw at the angel wings engraved on levi’s shoulder blades as he thrusts into you and sucks at your pulse point, your collarbone and chest.
“knew you’d feel like bliss, all tight and wrapped around me,” levi exhales, moving up to press his sweaty forehead to yours. “i’d call you angel, but we both know our friends would sentence us to hell for this. worth it though, right, baby?”
“fuck, levi,” you moan at the nickname, which encourages him to go faster. one of his hands moves to grip the pillow beside your head; you take the opportunity to angle your chin and run your tongue over the tattooed sword on his forearm, tasting salt. “so fucking worth it.”
you reach your climax when levi starts rubbing harsh circles onto your clit. he lets you ride out your high before pulling out of you, stroking himself a few times, and painting your stomach with his release.
lingering in a post-orgasm haze, you take a few moments to look around. levi’s room is pristine, save for the dirty clothes you practically tore from each other’s bodies and the now ruined sheets. you’re about to close your eyes, but levi taps your cheek.
“hey. you okay?”
“yeah,” you yawn, tracing a finger across the roses decorating his chest. “sorry about the mess.”
levi shakes his head. “don’t worry about that. i’ll do laundry tomorrow,” he assures. “but let’s get you cleaned up now, beautiful.”
it was such a rush at the beginning, between you and levi. now, the result of your… whatever you want to call it — obsession, violence, passion — sees the two of you sharing a bath. the air thick with steam and smelling of citrus and bergamot. levi ackerman in a marble bathtub, skin wet and soapy after washing away blood and dirt. defined muscles and intricate tendons that could have been carved from marble, too.
he falls asleep in your bed, and you fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
in the morning, when you wake up, levi is sitting on your windowsill. backlit by the sun shining in, framing him with a halo, he takes a slow drag of his cigarette, preens for no one in particular as if for a portrait they’d hang in an art gallery.
you’ve tried, multiple times, but could never quite capture his beauty. at least not with a regular hb pencil and flimsy sketchbook paper. you thought he deserved to be immortalised, all shadows and intense angles. maybe the louvre in paris or the uffizi in florence; displayed somewhere for all to admire, like renaissance portraits of italian nobles or ancient gods carved in stone, given sacrifices from starving peasants.
levi represents everything you want to burn to a crisp.
and, yet.
levi notices you stirring.
he smiles at you (you’d sit in hell just for a glimpse of that rare, precious, levi ackerman smile) and murmurs a good morning, sweetheart (how is it possible that you can taste his words on your tongue, thick like honey and just as sweet?), all while looking at you like you were the work of art.
you feel something twist in your gut.
you’re so, utterly fucked.
#this is my baby rn please take care of her#might fuck around and do a part 2 if ppl are interested....#thinking about the labyrinth scene too so 👀#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#aot#levi ackerman smut#attack on titan#saltburn#levi ackerman fanfic#levi ackerman x you#levi x reader#aot x reader#levi aot#saf writes
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Drabble Challenge 2024 - Day 7 // Marshmallow
Levi x Reader
Levi frowned into his mug. "What the fuck is this?"
"It's cocoa, Levi. You've never had it before?"
His frown deepened. "Of course I have. Shitty powder in water, not nearly as good as tea." (Clearly underground cocoa was lacking.) “I'm talking about this." He fished up the soggy lump with his spoon and regarded it suspiciously.
"Just try it! I promise it won't poison you."
He took a tentative bite and froze, wide-eyed. "Holy shit." You couldn't help laughing at his expression, almost childlike in surprise at the sweetness.
"That, my love, is a marshmallow."
"…do we have more?"
#drabblechallenge2024#some silliness for today's challenge#i love giving levi little luxuries#my poor underground baby#levi ackerman#levi fluff#levi x reader#aot x reader#levi ackerman x reader#aot drabbles
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armin is the little brother that mikasa never got to have
#for those who don’t know#mikasa’s mom was pregnant with a baby boy when she died and that’s why grisha was coming to visit them#attack on titan#aot#snk#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#armin#mikasa
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New Levi illustration. HIS BEDHEAD?? HIS COLLARBONES?? I’m deceased 😍
#levi ackerman#attack on titan#captain levi#leviackerman#my baby#levi#love of my liiiiiiiiife#my pookie
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Attack on Titan
#levi ackerman#my baby#ultimate fave#it was very difficult to visualize this man 'cause he's so damn fine#hope I did a good job#let me know#anime x realistic#my fanart#aot fanart#attack on titan#artist on tumblr#artists on tumblr
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Levi Ackerman over the years..
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my babies, my love, my forever children
#illopii#snk#aot#EMA#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman#armin arlert#damn its been too long since i use that tag ; ;#ive been rewatching snk and goddamn the burst of feeling i get everytime ; ;#my absolute babies
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girl dinner.
#i will literally eat him whole#pouty lil baby#NOM#levi ackerman#aot#attack on titan#snk#shingeki no kyojin#shinjeki no kyojin#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader#levi smut#levi x you#levi fluff#snk levi#levihan#captain levi#levi angst#levi thirst
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🍼Dadvi with the chunkiest babyyy 🍼
“You’re all rolls, huh?” He would say with a smirk before he’d place a quick kiss on top of his babe’s head. He’d be briefly horrified but then mostly impressed at the bits of food your child managed to get underneath their neck or in other crevices. “How’d you manage to get that in there…?” Over time he enjoys getting all the bits out as he loves cleaning them. It also helps that they let out the cutest giggle when he does. Levi takes his baby’s plumpness as a sign of good health. He wasn’t used to seeing well fed babies as he came from the underground where food was limited. So yes, he does take joy in seeing his little sunshine with full cheeks. It means they’re getting what they need; they’re safe and happy. Let anyone dare mention anything about how his child is getting too plump. “Tch. Don’t you have anything better to do?” He’d shoot them a glare. “Dumbass.” He’d mutter to himself as he’d gently bounces the little one on his knee. Placing a quick kiss on the top of their small head he’d whisper “You’re perfect.”
#He’d be so protectiveeeee dont look at me#Imagine him with a fat baby???? like???? literal love of my life#He’d fight anyone and everyone#What you’re not going to do is give his child a complex#sorry I’m having a dadvi moment#I warned y’all#levi#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi x reader#levi x you#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi x y/n#levi drabble#levi headcanons#dad!levi#dadvi#aot levi#attack on titan levi#manda writes
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Watching Levi play with your baby 😭 he would talk to them like an adult but with appropriate topics for a baby.
this man will TOTALLY info-dump about something completely nonchalant, and your child understands absolutely none of it, but enjoys the sound of their papa's voice
#kat chats#i am OVULATING I DONT NEED THE BABY FEVER RN KSDFJLSKJDF#thinking of levi#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi#levi ackerman
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The way Levi loves children 💕
#helpppp my ovaries are screaming#I’d have so many damn babies w him#dad coded#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi ackerman x reader#snk levi#daddy levi#attack on titan#levi thoughts#levi x reader
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