#daddy Levi

[your-favorite-spyho]

Lee cocked an eyebrow, witnessing their internal argument. Apparently, he has to find a gemstone shop himself, since they're not helpful at all. Curse you Adam, for destroying the first ring, it was perfect!

Brobie, eh? Mah friend's boy, I guess. Nice guy, I'm gonna head riiiight to him in a bit. Maybe he'll be a better "tour guide". -🍬

She smirks and jumps off the table, heading to her favorite exit, the window.

A guard patrolling the palace spots Lee.

“YOU THERE!”

They step a few paces forward to get a good look at her.

“You’re the one Leviathan is looking for aren’t you?”

The guard begins running full speed at Lee in an attempt to grab them.

(( @theleviafun ))

Lee flies up, avoiding the guard. She hisses, crossing both pairs of her hands.

Watch out BITCH, I JUST ate! If ya grabbed me, I'd fuckin' throw up. But I have da good new for ya' sexy ass,- I'm already on mah way to meet Levi. So mind ya' business and don't touch mah weak little stomach.

She flies down the hallway and lands on her feet to walk inside the room she saw Levi entered earlier today.

Umm.. hehe... Hiii, ya'highness. -🍬

[kariighost]

That was so hot of him…

[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.

[abiatackerman]

Daddy's little rival

The sun spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You're nestled between Levi's legs, your back against his chest, and his lips trace delicate patterns along your neck. His breath is a gentle promise against your skin, and you can't help but moan softly. A rare, unguarded sound that belongs only to moments like this.

But life has a way of barging in uninvited.

The door swings open abruptly, and your son pouts looking at you both.

"It's not fair, mommy! It's a weekend and you're playing with daddy, not me! He's not a brat! He doesn't need you to play with him."

You chuckle as you see your son's jealous eyes. He is a perfect mix of genetics. His black hair, blue-grey eyes, and pale skin are from Levi while his cute, slightly rounded features are from you.

"Your mom is mine."

As Levi speaks, he gently kisses your neck while he keeps staring at his son… Trying to get the little tyke rile up.

"Stop teasing your son."

You chuckle as you nudge Levi a little. You smile looking at your son's pouty cute face and open your arms.

"Come to mommy, dear."

Before you can even finish your sentence, your son runs towards your bed and jumps right into your lap and hugs your waist tightly.

"Are you done with your little tantrum now?"

Levi mutters playfully as he watches his baby get cuddled on by you.

"Hmph…"

Your son mutteres softly. His mood turns from angry to adorable in a second just by being cuddled by you. Like Levi, he is a momma's boy. All it takes one moment for him to start giggling and smiling if you're around. Levi can't help but smile at the sight.

"You're just like your dad. You've got his every single behaviour..."

You chuckle as you caress your son's hair. He grumbles in your chest making you laugh. He doesn't like to be compared with his dad. Not even a little.

Levi tilts his head and watches as his son squirming.

"What's wrong? Scared of being daddy's lil twin?"

He teases, which only seems to make his son even more frustrated.

"Stooooop…."

Your son mutters as he lifts his head up and glares at his dad with a frown. His eyes, which are just as beautiful as Levi’s, seem to glare right into Levi’s heart.

"Hey hey hey... Your daddy is humanity's strongest soldier, don't forget that. You should be proud that you've got his strength and attitude... "

You say patting your son's head.

"That's not something you should be proud of, he's just a grumpy old man!"

Your son mutters playfully sticking his tongue at Levi.

"I think he has a bit of an attitude problem. Maybe you're spoiling him too much, he's becoming cranky…"

Levi speaks in the same playful tone as his son and flicks his son's head.

"Tch! I'm not cranky!"

There the little tyke goes again. Acting exactly like his dad. A mini Levi. His cheeks puffed out as he pouts at his dad.

"Whatever, come here brat. Your mom needs to cook. Today's weekend and we're gonna enjoy a delicious dinner cooked by mommy, right? Also it's time for your after lunch lap. Come on."

Your son grumbles in a grumpy tone, but Levi pulls him along anyway. Despite his initial reluctance, your son can't help but be drawn into Levi's arms. As he tickles jis son, your son bursts into laughter. You watch from the doorway, heart swelling with warmth, as father and son share this precious moment. You close the door behind you, leaving them to their own time together.

You know both of them will fall asleep within 30 minutes. Levi will hug his son protectively and your son will cuddle against Levi's chest while they'll sleep.

This is the regular weekend routine of your little Ackerman family.

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but Dad Levi taking your daughter out to the grocery shop alone, and she needs the bathroom.

Levi knows his way with his little princess. Hair? Done. With 2 matching butterfly hairclips on either side of her head. Bottle? Filled with water he boiled this morning. No overnight water for his baby. Wet wipes and napkins? Packed in his favourite "i Love DadDy" canvas bag painted by your little girl.

And today, Levi is taking your little girl out on an adventure to the grocery shop. It's your anniversary and Levi has planned a nice dinner for the three of you. You wanted to take a day off but Levi and his mini-me insisted you give them some "alone time" to prep for the dinner.

Levi had his arms crossed and your daughter, who has the exact same eye and hair colour as Levi, crossed her arms too and nodded her head. "Mommy should go to work. I can make dinner with Daddy!" "But Mommy can help too.." you offered. "No! It's a surprise for Mommy!" Your little daughter pouted her lips, making her chubby cheeks chubbier than usual. In the end, you agreed to go to work while Levi and your daughter prepare your surprise dinner.

With the grocery list prepared by Levi and his little helper, the father-daughter duo waltz through the aisles, grabbing all the things on (and off) the list. Levi is still learning to say no to the big, sparkling greyish blue eyes when she says "pleaseeeeeeeeeeee daddyyyy pleaseeeeeeee".

After they grabbed everything and checked out, Levi goes through the items one last time before they head home. "Daddy?" Your daughter pulls his shirt.

"Yes, my strawberry?" Levi pats her head.

"I.. I wanna pee..." you daughter crosses her legs. She's still learning how to tell people she needs the bathroom before it's too late. Panic hits Levi. He forgot to ask her to use the bathroom before they got out. Your daughter, who is 4 now, is still too young to use the public restroom alone. But she has the awareness of having privacy or covering herself from boys and men at times like this (Levi taught her well).

"Sweetie," Levi kneels to her level, "can you hold until we get home?"

Tears start to accumulate in her eyes, your daughter shakes her head, his pigtails flying left to right, "I have to go now, Daddy."

Signing, Levi leads your daughter towards the restroom. Levi tries his best to convince your daughter to use the men's restroom, but she refuses. Levi looks into the men's bathroom, finding only 2 people in the bathroom doing their business facing the wall.

Levi tries telling her it's alright and the men wouldn't bother looking at her, but she insists that she doesn't want to see the men too.

"Tell you what," Levi kneels down again, "Daddy will carry you, and you hide your face here." Levi pats his chest, "and close your eyes so you don't see anything else until I bring you into the stall."

"Are you sure about this? Will we get into trouble?" Your daughter starts to pout.

Levi wraps his arms around her little frame, "no, sweetie, Daddy promise we'll be just fine. Just close your eyes now."

And so, Levi carries his little princess into the bathroom, ignoring the men doing their business and goes into one of the stalls. He locks the door behind him and gently drops your daughter. "You can open your eyes now," Levi softly informs her.

Your little daughter blinks her eyes as she takes in the stall. She watches the toilet for a while and turns her head to Levi. "Daddy, you have to turn around."

Startled, Levi apologises and turns around. Levi listens patiently to his daughter climbing onto the toilet and releases herself. Then she hops off the toilet and flushes.

Levi asks, "may I turn over now?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Levi carries her again as she closes her eyes, and they exit the stall. Levi makes his way to the tap and your daughter reaches her hands out while Levi carries water from the tap to her little palms.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my strawberry?"

"Are there boys here?"

"Yes, sweetie, this is a men's toilet." Levi chuckles.

"How many boys are here?"

Levi knows she is curious about the men's restroom. "3 boys, and they're all closing their eyes too. So don't peak!"

Your daughter giggles and Levi exits the restroom.

That night, your daughter couldn't shut up about how she has been in a men's toilet with 3 boys! And she is proud that she kept her eyes closed the entire time.

You share a glance with Levi and see him already grinning at you. You think tonight would be the night you make another mini Levi ;)

[levisonlylover]

POST WAR LEVI HEADCANNONS!

You know I got to do some post-war Levi

First, He would ask you to live with him in Marley, despite having Falco and Gabi, he'd want you to be there with him.

Of course adjusting to his injuries would be a pain for him. But at least he isn't fighting while being injured

Waking up next to him everyday is a relief. you aren't worrying about him not coming home anymore

Tea sessions are a must. At least for him, He always found it comforting.

Pushing him while he is on his wheel chair while walking for some fresh air is a comfort activity for you guys. Despite his inability to walk, you still find ways to spend time outside with him

Those sleepless nights he used to have are now non-sleepless nights, he loves to feel you beside him as you guys sleep, he feels safe now.

Levi doesnt like talking about his past. But for you, he would tell stories. You love him for him:)

a/n: wonky end because i just got out of writer block

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#787 Baby snake

Baby: Mah...

Levi*Looking at his child*No

Baby: abUA ama bu!*"Glares at Papa*

Levi: Dont you talk back to me!*Frowns at the baby, with a gasp*

Baby *Starts pouting and squirts water out of their mouth to Leviathan's face and tail slapping on the ground in a tantrum*ABU!BUH BUH!

Levi: I said "NO" and I overrule you youngling!

Mc*Knitting their firstborn a tail sock sitting near the pool Levi and their baby are swimming, with a sigh*Would you please stop arguing with our child...

Levi:...I might as well my Henry, I think they are winning...

Both are fighting about what they should cosplay as a family...more so what you look good in-

[sweetfire01]

I wear glasses 24/7 and I can't see very well without them unless something is super up close to my face. Would any of the yandere daddies take advantage of that? I'm just curious 🤔

Found all these "I'll continue writing them later" draft, I hope I can finish them soon FOR REALLY this time.

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I think Asmo is the only one who would let you keep the glasses without problems. What if you bump into something while crawling? Imagine the bruise that would form! Or while coloring with your fingers you miss the paper and paint your clothes! What a nightmare! Plus, the glasses are so stylish and he will let you try all kinds of them.

Also Levi would leave them on you, otherwise how are you going to see all these anime? Or to play video games? Sure, he likes to win, but then it gets all too easy when you can't finish a single lap on Devil Kart: you can't even distinguish your own character on screen! And he can't risk you accidentally destroying some of his action figures...

Perhaps he and Satan will be more likely to give you glasses with a lower prescription. Levi loves helping you and guiding your hands on the joystick, as if you are too little to understand what you need to do, and the fourth born loves hearing you stumble when he point at a word and ask you to read it. You just look like a child learning! That's why you still need him to read a book to you.

But the others, ooh, they will really use it to their advantage. If you're with Belphie you have to sleep, so it only makes sense that you take them off anyway, right? It's not like you have to do something.

Beel loves how you don't notice the spoon while he feed you until it's already near your mouth. If you don't open it in time you end up making a mess and he has to clean it up with his bib. You threw a tantrum when he tied it around you, but now aren't you glad Daddy knew better? C'mon, say "AAH". Here comes the plane… We know how Mammon will never admit how much he adores you, so he uses the "theycan't see well, I'm just helping them out" excuse to be with you. He's also the only one who, if you cry enough and give him those puppy ​​eyes, he'll give you your glasses back. But just to watch cartoons, okay? And you have to cuddle with him in the meantime! Lucifer and Diavolo would tease you all the time, buying you one of those playmats with the games hanging on the strings. At least now you can see and play with them while lying on your back. Aren't you happy? And to think you throw so many tantrums about not being a baby... Simeon would do the same, but without the teasing. He's just serious. Human babies have bad eyesight, so you are no exception. And so it only makes sense that he would buy you those things, right? Oh, but he will make sure to be with you the whole time: you can't see him, but you can hear his voice as he reads and sings to you or feel the warmth of his skin as he nurses and cuddles you.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

started rewatching AOT and I am like a small feral dog barking over Captain Levi AS USUAL

[clefairymuke]

eloquent | eleven

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3.2k

tw: swearing, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of cheating, age gap, teacher/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of marking, a little teasing

tags: @number-0-iz @propertyoftoru @commanderawkward @thenamesholly @shortmexicangirl @missyasma @syubseokie @ceceofthevalley @sleepynyx @lavidamuerta @rxcked @peacchfuz @musababy @tripedelic-cali @bitterjay @hypernovaxx @alominum @myownenjoymentfanfiction | reply to be added!!

<chapter ten | masterlist >

Levi presses his head into the cold tile of the shower wall, the steam that billows around him feeling more like a murky fog than the relaxing sauna he expected. Each drop of water numbs an infinitesimal bit of skin on his back before rolling down to his ankles, and he’s sure the once-soft canvas between his shoulders is now raw and red. The sting of the heat wore off a half hour earlier. 

Confidence had never been a problem before, second-guessing his choices unheard of, but that was before you. Before he allowed himself, in an unforgivably drunken stupor no less, to pursue some ridiculous semblance of a relationship with a student— with his only student, at that. Before the incisors of childish jealousy sank deep into his neck and forced its venom to course through his veins. Before you showed him that perhaps there are things in this world even he can’t handle. Now, since you, all he has the energy to do is think, and rethink, and rethink again.

He takes a deep, ragged breath, straightening himself then punching his thumb into the intercom button on the wall. “Hange,” he starts, voice husky with frustration, “bring a pot of tea to my study. Don’t stick around.”

“You got it, boss.”

Levi’s hair is still dripping onto his face as he sips the chamomile from the dainty teacup at his desk. He stares angrily at the blank document in front of him, as if he’s trying to intimidate it into spontaneously populating with the words that seem to escape him. He thought he was immune to slumps. Thirty years of his life he’d had something to behold, something he needed the entire world to read; the last few months, however, have been void of any substance at all. This is the one problem he can’t blame on you.

Deadlines stalk him viciously, interrogators in their own right, begging him for something to consume with a disgusting quickness. He has nothing to give them. Lately he’s questioned if he ever will again.

He considers calling you. Asking for your thoughts instead of assaulting you with his. As soon as the idea crosses his mind, he’s only frustrated with himself again, and yet, his hand still gravitates toward his cell phone. Levi allows his thumb to hover over your name for only a second before scoffing under his breath and tossing the device to the side. At this moment, he makes a decision. It’s one he may not like, but one that needs to be made nonetheless. It’s time to pull back from you.

-

YOU

You don’t hear from Levi again until Tuesday morning rolls around. Trying not to let it bother you proves impossible as you stress over your appearance before the meeting, which is something you hadn’t worried much about in the past. You spend a painstaking amount of time mulling over your outfit for the day.

You’d stayed up all night editing your pages, which is turning into quite the habit. It’s astounding how one heated meeting and a single date could send you down such a spiral of inspiration, and you more than appreciate this unexpected surprise. Sleep escapes you these days; all that comes to you in the night is your work. You hope your dedication doesn’t escape Levi’s devouring glare, but you fear it will in light of his recent lack of communication. Still, you find yourself significantly less afraid of your advisor-slash-fling for once— perhaps he won’t be so cruel after finding his way into your pants. 

An hour later, when your warm smile crashes headfirst into his icy glare, you realize you might have been dead wrong. You remain confident— he feeds on fear and humiliation, after all— and chirp out a friendly greeting. His eyes soften for only a second before freezing over again.

“Good morning,” Levi says smoothly, opening the door a bit further to allow you into his office. You allow your shoulder to brush his chest just barely as you pass, fighting the urge to do it with your hand, instead. 

“You look nice today,” you tell him as the door clicks shut. “How was your week?”

“Do you have any pages, or did you think I scheduled this meeting to chit chat?” he snaps, rounding his desk and sitting down without meeting your eyes.

His tone admittedly ruffles your feathers, but you let it roll off your back, fishing the manila folder out of your purse and leaning forward to lay it on the desk. “I’m proud of them,” you say, eyes flitting back and forth as nerves begin to overtake you, eager to look anywhere but his smoky eyes. “I hope you will be, too.”

He takes the folder without a word, ten minutes of silence besides the turning of pages and his pen scribbling in the margins. You cross and uncross your legs a hundred times, palms sweating as a familiar dread settles over your weak shoulders. At least it hasn’t hit the shredder yet, you tell yourself. Anything is better than that. 

“I like it,” he says, and that’s all. You wait for more to come from his mouth, lips parted as if there’s something else on his mind, something threatening to slip despite his protests, but Levi remains stubborn and quiet.

You aren’t sure what to reply with, so you decide on honesty. The man in front of you has no trouble being blunt, after all. “There’s more you want to say.”

For the first time since you’d met Levi, he seems almost timid. A few thoughtful seconds pass before he opens his mouth again. “I thought it was a mistake,” he starts, nervously tapping his fingers against the desk. “What’s been going on between you and I, I mean.”

This admission shocks you, sending a little chill up your back and making you lean forward with a need to know more. “Thought? As in past tense?”

“I’m not sure,” Levi says honestly. He meets your eyes, something he’d clearly been avoiding since you walked in that morning, and they are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re writing about me, aren’t you?”

You nod, strangely unashamed. He told you to write your life. Following instructions is nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

“Keep going,” he tells you, allowing the beginnings of a smile to poke at the corners of his mouth. “It’s working.” There’s a comforting silence between the two of you as you search for a way to respond to an unnaturally kind version of Levi. You don’t have to search for long. “A lot of it is still fucking awful, of course. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Let’s go over some notes before you go.” There’s the Dr. Ackerman you know. That didn’t last long.

He proceeds to ream you for the next half hour, practically shredding your pages with his sharp tongue as he insults nearly every word of the piece in front of him. You’re confused on what parts of it he claims to like— the pacing is dogshit, dialogue is “stronger, but still utterly embarrassing to read,” and the plot has as much direction as a blind old woman in an unfamiliar city. You want to argue, but he gives strong, undeniable reasoning behind his cruelty. It makes you sick.

As the meeting begins to draw to a close with Levi’s rather rude ‘constructive’ criticism, you admittedly feel a bit disappointed. After the intense revelations of the past week, you’d thought things would be a little different now. Looking at his emotionless expression, you’re prepared to be kicked out crying within the next few minutes.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” he asks suddenly, a little light in his eyes for the first time since Wednesday. You give him a suspicious stare.

Pretending to think for a moment, you say, “No, not that I can think of.” A tingle starts between your legs, making you shuffle around in the chair a bit on an instinctive search for friction — you hope his hawk-like eyes didn’t catch that, although there’s no way they missed it. Levi never, ever takes them off of you, it seems. One side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

He motions you over with a jerk of his chin. “Come here.” Three hollow taps sound through the room as he pats the desk six inches away, directing you where he wants you. You can’t deny that you went racier with your outfit than you typically would — a low-cut sweater paired with a less-than-mini skirt — but you don’t let yourself get flustered as you stand and brush off your legs.

Once you’ve settled on the cool, oak desk in front of him, careful not to let your gaze waver from his eyes even as the wildfires start to spark up, a tingle starts to run up your spine. The cool, smoke-infused tone of his perceptive irises is so cold you could shiver, even though your own eyes burn from the contact alone. You swallow once before speaking — things never go your way when the arrogant man just a half foot away sets the tone. “You never asked me how things went with Reiner,” you say. 

Levi’s eyebrow cocks up a millimeter as he looks up at you, hands folded over his stomach as he relaxes into the black leather chair. “I assumed he got the message. Was there more to it?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You frown.

“I mean, no. He hasn’t spoken to me since then,” you respond, breath catching in your throat for half a second as his hand comes to rest on your knee. The calluses on his fingers brush over your skin softly, and you find yourself wondering if they’re from typing or holding a pen. Your eyes flutter down to examine his clean, slender hands before shooting back to his face.

“Do you want him to?” Levi questions smoothly, no indication of tone or expression to aid you in interpreting his reasoning.

“Well, no. Not really,” you answer honestly, chewing on the inside of your lip. Heart beating in time with Dr. Ackerman’s thumb brushing over your knee, you feel your cheeks begin to grow warmer.

His eyes get warmer, too. “And why not?”

It only takes a second for you to feel the shift, but you go from forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the intimidating soul before you to losing the ability to pull your gaze away from him. His pitch-colored hair falls just above the sharp, knee-buckling glare of steel eyes — between them, Levi’s narrow nose comes to a neat, up-turned point that shadows his perpetually frowning pink lips. His chin and jaw follow the same chiseled theme, projecting the awe-inspiring feeling one derives from pristine marble likenesses of Greek gods; the leather chair morphs to a throne of skulls, and you consider how fitting it would be to replace Cheryl with the much less vicious, three-headed Cerberus. A skip interrupts your steadily beating heart as one corner of Dr. Ackerman’s mouth turns up in a smirk. You’ve always had a soft spot for the villains, haven’t you?

You gulp. “He’s just not my type. We don’t have anything in common,” you say softly, the flames licking up in his eyes just short of entrancing you. Chills travel up the sensitive skin inside of your thigh as his fingers trail higher on your bare leg, making your chest swell with anticipation. “I think I prefer intellectuals,” you add, courage seeping through your pores with every electric shock, “and darker hair.”

“I think you just prefer me,” Levi corrects you boldly, expression unwavering as his confidence. A soft breeze stings against the feverish skin between your legs as he flips back the hem of your skirt, fingertips brushing the fabric of your panties as blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No, that’s not quite it,” you tease, dishing back for once — Dr. Ackerman hasn’t thrown you out of his office yet, so you figure it’s well received. That’s as much of an indication as you’re likely to get from him. “I know your type, though: young blondes with no shame. I’ve seen a few take the walk of shame through the waiting room.”

Levi chuckles, sharp canines poking out over his supple lips. “And are you shameless, too?” he inquires, a hint of mockery pervading over his steely tone.

“You get off on the fact that I’m not,” you quip, eyes flickering to his grinning mouth. “I can only assume that’s why I’m the exception. But I would never let you mark me up like that before I walked through the waiting room.”

The fires in his eyes blaze a hundred times hotter, an arrogant expression overtaking his features as he pinches your thigh playfully. “What would you be willing to wager on that?”

A tinge of curiosity pulses through your mind in tandem with the wave of heat between your legs. “What would you want if you won?”

There isn’t any hesitation as Levi opens his mouth, tongue sliding quickly over his lips once before he speaks. “You’ll let me take you out again. Wherever I choose.”

A little smile plays on your lips; you’d expected a much more crude request. Swinging your feet back and forth gently as you lean a bit further toward him, you toss a suspicious glare his way. “And if I win?” you inquire, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ll buy you something nice,” he answers, not detailing your prize any further. Choosing not to pry, you twist up your lips in consideration. Adding an expensive item to your bedroom and getting to fool around with Dr. Ackerman almost seems too good to be true, but you choose to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. After all, it could just end up being a wonderful day. The worst that could happen? You nervously slink through the waiting room with a hickey on your neck and get treated to a fancy dinner.

You give him a mischievous grin as you look down into his eyes, still feeling his fingers trace circles on the skin of your thighs. “I’ll take that bet.”

-

Ten minutes later, you’re kneeling before his black leather chair as Levi unbuckles his belt just in front of you. The sound of your breathing is prominent and anticipatory, skin still flushed and feverish from the feeling of his lips exploring your thighs, breasts, and throat— littering beautifully harsh love bites and hickeys in all the places you can typically cover up. He hasn’t aimed to win your little competition quite yet, but you’re beginning to think he has it in the bag. Looking at your current state, you don’t stand a chance.

Dr. Ackerman doesn’t take off any of his clothes this time— he simply undoes his slacks enough to free his length, fisting it in one hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Your mouth starts to water. “I don’t even think I can get my lips around it,” you say, half joking as you admire the long, puffy vein that runs from the base to the rosy head of his dick.

“You’re riding me, sweetheart,” Levi corrects you, running one finger gently along your jaw. “I just think you look pretty on your knees like this.” He motions at you to join him in the chair, gripping the backs of your legs to place them on either side of him as you come to sit in his lap, your noses only a centimeter apart. The head of his pulsing cock grazing against the lace crotch of your panties sends a shock through your body, making you whine out with searing need.

Your eyes find comforting heather gray as Dr. Ackerman pushes his forehead against yours, running his hands down your thighs while his shallow breaths caress your cheeks. All you can think about are his lips as they rest hanging open a half inch from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just holds your gaze as his long, sinewy fingers pull the lace of your panties over to the side and his hot, impossibly thick cockhead presses lightly against your entrance. Sucking in a shallow breath, you feel the overwhelming circumference of his length compared to the rather narrow tunnel between your quivering legs. You brace yourself. “You can take it,” he murmurs, catching the shield of anxiety glossing rapidly over your eyes. 

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve never had one this big,” you say. A gasp catches in your throat as he drags the tip along your slit slowly, savoring the sight of your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide when he grazes your clit before repositioning himself at your throbbing opening.

Levi grins the kind of grin that sparks up in his eye like a gas burner, blue flames billowing up in the dark void of his pupils as he listens to your greedy whimpers. His forehead separates from your own so that he may dip down and press his lips to your neck, his teeth pricking lightly at the base of your throat and his soft moans tingling against your sensitive skin. “Let me stretch it out, baby. I need to fuck you. Please,” the man pleads with you, nibbling on your collar bone while his hands continue to wander between your ass and breasts with desperate urgency.

The sweet, raspy sound of his voice makes your heart beat harder, sending a wash of static through your core as you grind down on his stiff length. The head begins to ease past your threshold, molding your smooth, slick walls to fit his girth as he sleeves the first fourth of his dick into your pulsing cunt. “Shit,” you whimper as he continues to push in; you attempt to adjust to his size, clenching repeatedly around the velvet-wrapped steel splitting you open wide.

By the time he’s submerged himself to the hilt, it feels like you’re in a million pieces on top of him. Levi holds a firm, tenderless grip on your hips as he looks up at you, pupils blown and canines poking into his bottom lip as a result of the smug grin painted across his mouth. The flames in his slate-colored eyes flicker blue again for a fraction of a second before his mouth is crashing onto yours, enveloping you in an all-consuming haze that distracts from even the ecstasy of being utterly full of him. He only deepens the kiss as his thumbs dig into your hip bones and begin to rock you back and forth, the head of his dick grinding into your sweetest spot and inviting a string of moans from your busy lips. 

Levi breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to your earlobe, suckling it gently before taking it between his teeth and nipping at it, sending a shiver down your back and forcing you to squeeze around his unbelievable girth. “I don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin with his sensual tone. “You seem pretty shameless to me.”

< chapter ten | masterlist >

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hi guys i hope the chapter is decent, i'm trying to get back into the groove of the story <3 will upload to ao3 later. lmk what you think :)

[theleviafun]

“What am I? A tour guide?”

“Who is Brobie?” Jealousy and possessiveness overwhelm Vi’s thoughts.

‘Lee is our pet.’ She thinks to Mal. ‘What about Lilith? She’s always had our heart?’ They begin to argue over heads and heart mentally, only stopping to listen to Lee’s response.

(( @your-favorite-spyho ))

A guard patrolling the palace spots Lee.

“YOU THERE!”

They step a few paces forward to get a good look at her.

“You’re the one Leviathan is looking for aren’t you?”

The guard begins running full speed at Lee in an attempt to grab them.

(( @theleviafun ))

Lee flies up, avoiding the guard. She hisses, crossing both pairs of her hands.

Watch out BITCH, I JUST ate! If ya grabbed me, I'd fuckin' throw up. But I have da good new for ya' sexy ass,- I'm already on mah way to meet Levi. So mind ya' business and don't touch mah weak little stomach.

She flies down the hallway and lands on her feet to walk inside the room she saw Levi entered earlier today.

Umm.. hehe... Hiii, ya'highness. -🍬

[kariighost]

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM ILOVE HIM I LOVEHIIM

[abiatackerman]

Sweet nothings to the baby bump

The master bedroom of the "Ackerman Cottage" is clean as expected. Everything is free from dust and dirt and right now the shiny surfaces are sparkling under the moonlight. The window is open and a sweet calm wind is passing, making the curtains dance in a calm melody.

The room is silent other then the gentle voice of Levi Ackerman who is currently laying beside you and taking with the baby bump of yours. You're laying comfortably, caressing Levi's silky-straight hair as Levi keeps talking.

Levi smiles as he feels your fingers running through his hair which is his most favourite soothing sensation. His eyes are locked on your growing belly, knowing it holds his child, your child. His hand gently placed on the bump, he speaks again as he feels the kid kicking.

"Don't kick too much, brat…Your mother needs to rest as much as she can…"

Levi says softly, a look of affection in his eyes as he speaks and caresses your bump.

"The brat's got your genes.... Of course he loves to kick"

Levi chuckles softly at your comment,  knowing you are right. His child definitely has his genes and is already showing that by being just as restless and energetic.

And by kicking......

"Yeah, I don't think any amount of convincing is going to stop the little shi....."

Before Levi can finish his sentence, you sudden slap lands on his head.

"No cursing in front of the baby."

He winches playfully at the slap, just to make you happy. He loves your occasional "beating". Only you and you have the right.

"Fine. I won't curse in front of the kid."

Levi says, with a hint of humor in his voice. He then leans closer to the bump, his hand remaining on your stomach as he speaks to the growing baby.

"Sorry baby…Papa says too many naughty words, huh?"

Levi continues to speak to the unborn child in a gentle voice, his hand gently rubbing your abdomen. He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with love for the child that is growing inside you.

"Your mama's very protective of you already…But don't you worry, you can kick as much as you want when it's just me."

You laugh at Levi's words and lean down to kiss his forehead making Levi's heart flutter in response. He reaches up, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, wanting you as close as possible. He buries his face against your stomach, his eyes still fixed on your pregnant belly.

"I can't wait to meet our little brat…"

He says softly, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Same"

You say as you caress your huge baby bump as Levi keeps watching. After a while his hand joins yours, fingers intertwining over the bump. He can feel the occasional kicks and movements from the baby and it never fails to bring a smile to his face. Levi looks up at you, a mixture of love, excitement, and a hint of protectiveness in his gaze.

"You know, this might sound weird, but I kinda wish you'd stay pregnant forever…"

He says jokingly, yet with a hint of seriousness in his tone. You smile with amusement as you flick your forehead.

"You wouldn't have said that if you would have gotten pregnant. It's tough but I'm enjoying my pregnancy. Also anything for the brat."

Levi chuckles at your words, knowing you are right. There is no way in hell he'd ever be able to go through the pregnancy himself. He's a man and he'll never know that pain. Still he's so happy that you're enjoying this period. Both of you are enjoying this together.

"I'd rather not have to deal with all the mood swings, cravings, and discomfort. You're a damn warrior for dealing with all of that, and putting up with me on top of it."

He says with a  genuine appreciation in his voice and you chuckle.

"Just as I said... Anything for the brat. Also I'm enjoying."

Levi smiles and kisses your baby bump and speaks again.

"Yeah, I've seen how much you're willing to endure for this brat. You've even put up with me fussing over you every five minutes like a damn mother hen."

You laugh loudly as Levi compares himself as a "Mother Hen."  Suddenly you can't push away the image of Levi being a hen... It's hilarious.

"I love it when you joke and when you're protective"

Levi grins, feeling warmed by your laughter and words. He can’t deny that he relishes in your reactions to his attempts at humor.

"Well, someone around here has to keep your stubborn ass out of trouble. Can't have you getting into messes and putting yourself and the brat at risk. It's just a bonus that you apparently love when I'm a possessive, overprotective basta....."

You slap Levi's head again.

"No curse words!"

You warn, glaring.

"Alright, alright, I'll watch my language. Can't have the little brat picking up any bad words before it's even born."

He leans back a bit, and sighs.

"Although, I can't promise I won't slip up from time to time. I am Levi Ackerman after all, cursing is kind of my thing."

You nod at his words, understanding.

He's a man who grew up in the underground hearing curses, using them. It'll take time and you don't mind. You'll help him.

"Just not in front of the kid.... Please."

As you speak with a pleading tone, Levi nods, feeling a mix of amusement and affection at your pleading tone.

"Fine. I'll try my best to keep the swearing to a minimum in front of the brat. Can't promise I won't slip up occasionally, but I'll do my best to be a good example for our kid."

He reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, his gaze softening as he looks at you.

"I know you'll be a great father, love"

Levi's heart swells at your words. His face softens more when you kiss the palm of his hand which was caressing your cheek.

Levi can't help but smile at your confident belief in his ability to be a good father. He knows he has a lot to learn and that he'll make mistakes, but having your support makes him feel like he can handle anything that'll come in both of your ways.

"And I know you'll be an amazing mother. You're strong, caring, and have more patience than anyone I've ever known…even me."

You smile at his words and grin cheekily, making Levi smile too. He finally moves away from your bump and lays beside you. You yawn tiredly and hug Levi's waist and rest your head on his chest. Levi starts to caress your hair in order to lull you to sleep.

"The brat's kicking again..... "

You mumble and slowly fall into a slumber and Levi chuckles, kissing your head as he closes his eyes too, falling asleep with you.

You, his wife, the mother of his child.....

[levisonlylover]

Levi Teaser 🫶💕

"Damn it, How the hell will I stop myself from falling for her.." Levi said as he paced around his office, back and forth.

HEHEHE CANT WAIT TO POST IT!!

[lunagerosee]

All my babies together again ahh 💗

End of a Great Story 🪽🥹

[sweetfire01]

In your opinion, which obey me character is more likely to gove harah punishments snd light punishments

I thought of harsh and light as physical/non-physical punishment, so in my opinion we have:

Harsh: Lucifer Barbatos Satan Simeon

Beel Diavolo Solomon

Light: Mammon Asmo Belphie Levi

The harshest will surely be Lucifer and Barbatos. They are the strictest and do not accept any wrong behavior. You'd be over their knees for just being sassy towards them! Moreover, they're also the type of person who would extend the punishment for a long time. Sassy? You can keep that pacifier tied in your mouth all day, you're not ready to talk. Try to punch them (Ah! You dumb!) ? Hopefully you'll like your new mittens because they won't be taking them off any time soon. Only then they know you've learned your lesson and will act like a good baby.

Satan would be harsh too, though not so often. After all, he's the one pushing you to be a brat most of the time, just to annoy Lucifer. But you want to piss him off instead? Then, after the punishment, you'll be the one pissed. Literally.

Simeon can be very patient, but he has limits too! He try a lighter approach first, explaining you why what you did was wrong. It's his duty as a Daddy and as an angel! But if you still don't listen to him, he'll have no problem resorting to physical punishment, whether it's spanking or caning your hands. There will be something on the fic 👀.

I put Diavolo and Beel separate from the others for one simple reason. They are afraid to use their strength on you. And indeed they are also right. These two are HUGE and if they don't control themselves they could REALLY, REALLY hurt you. A single slap on your butt is enough to make it red. The positive note? It only takes that to make you behave yourself again.

And Solomon doesn't like to harm you, but he is a wizard and he can come up with various uncomfortable punishments. From locking you in an invisible box and watching you grow frustrated, to casting a spell on food so that what you're eating tastes disgusting (Maybe that would make his cooking better), to taking away your voice or weakening your muscles. It's not as bad as getting spanked by an enchanted brush, but not so mild as to make you walk away with a scolding.

For the lighter approach, we obviously have Mammon. If you scare him, for example by going out at night, he might be upset enough to smack you on the butt. But as long as you shed a few tears, he will immediately apologize, hugging you and trying to calm you down. But then, you'll have to hear him ramble about how he was freacking out, how something bad could have happened to you if he wasn't there to take you home… Please, don't make this guy too upset.

Asmo will only go with light punishments, nothing physical. He is NOT leaving any bruises on your body, he would be too horrified if he did. He will use paci, booties, and mittens to punish you, perhaps even tying you to a chair. This one can also be quite bad if you have some comfort object and you can't reach for it. Asmo KNOWS how much you want your blanket or stuffie, but not now! Maybe if you listened to it in the first place, you wouldn't be punished right now, mh? Oh well, don't worry, Asmo will let you out as soon as he's done getting ready to go shopping. And he wants to hear an apology as soon as he removes your paci, m'kay?

Belphegor is always tired and now he has to punish you? No, thanks. He can manage to give you a couple of smacks if you've done something serious, but more often he will put you to sleep. It's not like you're going to get yourself into any more trouble if you're asleep, right?

Levi is probably so insecure about how to punish you, he say something like "uh, well, try not to do that again next time". The End. He doesn't know at all what he should do: He could spank you but he's afraid it's a fitting punishment, he could hurt you too much and obviously he doesn't want to make you cry. He may ask you to go to the corner, but if you tell him you don't want to…Hell, what can he do? That's why he prefers the others to handle you in these cases