#levi SnK

[minervsworld]

zeke was haunted by levi till the very end

“Heeeeere’s Johnny!” 🪓

[alizha]

𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 | 𝟦𝗑𝟢𝟩 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍

[alebrasil0101]

Cute chibi Captain Levi Ackerman

[levispersonalslave]

Hi. How are you? I love your Levi's story and your cute blog.

I would like to leave a request.

Ex boyfriend Levi x ex girlfriend reader

In which Levi ended a four-year relationship with the reader. And after two years they meet again.

During these two years, the reader went abroad to study and when she returns to her hometown, she opens a bakery that serves sweets, coffee and tea. A very cute bakery.

Her friend invites her to a company party where her husband works. But destiny plays tricks, and Levi works at the same company. When she sees him, he is 'accompanied' by a woman.

Both, Levi and the reader, still love each other and have very strong feelings for each other.

Ps: Levi wears glasses.

I leave the resolution and development of the story up to you.

Thanks and have a good Sunday and an excellent start to the week.

Don't be in a hurry to write. Take your time.

HI DEARRR this is absolutely ADORABLE and im in LOVE with that header omg,, I HOPE THIS IS TO YOUR LIKING MY LOVE ‹𝟹

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞~!

𝐸𝑥-𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑!𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 × 𝐸𝑥-𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑀𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝐴𝑢, 𝐸𝑥’𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 1.3𝑘 𝑤𝑐

The scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingers in the air, curling around you like a warm embrace. It settles into every corner of the bakery, clinging to the wooden counters, the glass display, the freshly wiped tables. Even as the evening rush fades, leaving behind only a handful of customers, the air remains thick with the sweetness of sugar and nostalgia.

With a slow breath, you wipe your hands over your apron and step back, surveying your work. Trays of golden pastries rest behind the glass, their delicate edges catching the soft glow of the overhead lights. This bakery—your bakery—is everything you once dreamed of. A fresh start; a sanctuary built with your own hands.

And yet, no matter how much sugar and warmth you pour into it, some ghosts refuse to stay buried.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Hitch’s voice cuts through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You turn to see her leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a thin brow arched in mock exasperation.

“Ah, sorry,” you say with a sheepish smile.

She rolls her eyes. “I was inviting you to a party. My friend’s company is hosting it tonight. Fancy food, good music, and a whole room full of pretty corporate guys debating things we’ll pretend to understand.”

You hesitate, already shaking your head. “I don’t know, hun. . . I have an early morning tomorrow.”

Hitch groans, throwing her head back. “You always have an early morning. You work too much. Come on, you need a night out.”

You do work too much. You know that. But the thought of stepping into a crowded room filled with unfamiliar faces—and the possibility of familiar ones—is enough to make you hesitate. Two years abroad gave you distance, but not immunity. There are still some things your heart refuses to forget.

Still, when you meet Hitch’s expectant gaze, something in it makes you waver.

And fate, with its cruel sense of humor, will happily remind you why you spent so long running.

“. . .Fine then,” you relent, untying your apron. “But only for a little while.”

Hitch grins, triumphant. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

The venue is the kind of place that whispers elegance in hushed tones—polished floors gleaming under soft golden light, chandeliers dripping with crystal, laughter weaving through the air like silk. The clink of champagne glasses hums in the background, mingling with the gentle murmur of conversation.

You adjust the strap of your dress, exhaling as you follow Hitch inside.

And then you see him.

The world tilts, just for a moment.

He stands near the bar, half-listening to a conversation, his posture effortlessly composed. He hasn’t changed much. The sharp cut of his suit, the quiet intensity in his gaze, the way his fingers curl loosely around the rim of his glass—it’s all painfully familiar.

For a fleeting second, you almost convince yourself he’s just a memory, a ghost conjured by your own mind.

But then your eyes shift, and you notice the woman beside him.

She’s beautiful, the kind of beautiful that turns heads without trying—wrapped in a sleek red gown, dark hair tumbling in soft waves. One hand rests lightly on his arm as she leans in to say something.

He responds with a quiet smile, and your heart clenches.

You tear your gaze away, fixing your eyes on anything else—the flickering candlelight, the tray of champagne flutes gliding past—but it’s far too late.

He’s already seen you.

Your breath catches as his gaze finds yours across the room.

For a heartbeat, the party disappears. The chatter, the music, the laughter—it all fades into something distant, unimportant. There’s shock in his expression at first, then something softer—something dangerously close to longing. Hitch is speaking beside you, but her voice barely reaches your ears. You take a step back, pulse thrumming against your ribs.

He hesitates, fingers twitching at his side before he murmurs something to the woman beside him. She nods, stepping away without protest.

And then he’s moving toward you. Your breath wavers.

You turn, reaching blindly for the nearest tray, grasping a glass of champagne with fingers that tremble just slightly. A sip does nothing to steady you.

You turn sharply, needing distance, needing air—anything to steady the erratic rhythm of your pulse. Your gaze flickers toward the nearest tray of champagne flutes, and you reach for one, fingers trembling just slightly. But in your haste, you miscalculate the movement.

The glass tilts, slipping from your grasp.

You lurch forward instinctively, hands reaching out—

And collide with someone.

Strong hands catch your arms, steadying you before you can stumble. A warm, familiar touch.

“Oh, I’m sorry—” The words die in your throat the second your eyes rise to meet his.

Up close, he’s even more overwhelming. The sharp cut of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows, the way his fingers tighten just slightly before he lets go. His scent—clean, crisp, edged with something undeniably familiar—wraps around you like a ghost of the past.

His touch vanishes, but the sensation lingers, branding itself onto your skin.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The party hums on around you, distant and insignificant. The space between you is thick with everything unspoken.

“Hello,” he says at last, his voice warm, careful.

You swallow. “Hi.”

A pause.

“I didn’t know you were back.”

“Been a few months,” you answer softly. “I opened a bakery.”

His lips part slightly, and you can see the memory flicker behind his eyes. You can almost hear his voice from years ago, teasing yet certain: You’ll be amazing at it. He used to say he could already picture it—a place that smelled like sugar and cinnamon, with soft jazz playing in the background.

He had believed in your dreams before you had.

Another waiter passes by, this time with a tray of desserts. Without thinking, you reach for a small lemon tart.

The moment you realize what you’ve done, you almost move to put it back—but when you look up, his gaze is already on the pastry in your hand.

Your eyes meet again, and your fingers tighten around the delicate crust. “This was always your favorite,” you murmur.

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Yeah.”

Silence stretches between you, heavy with nostalgia. Something unspoken lingers in the air, something fragile and dangerous all at once.

And then, before you can stop yourself, the question slips from your lips.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

He blinks, surprised. His eyes flicker toward the woman in red, then back to you.

“No,” he says simply. “Just a coworker.”

Relief rushes through you, quick and sharp. You barely have time to smother it before it betrays you. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. You don’t belong to him anymore, but your heart hasn’t gotten the memo.

“I should—”

“Can we talk?”

Your pulse stumbles. “Levi. . .”

“I know this isn’t the place,” he says quietly. “But—” He exhales, tugging at his cuffs. “Two years, and I still—”

“Please don’t.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “Don’t say it.”

Because if he does, you might break.

And yet, standing here, with the taste of lemon on your tongue and the past so close you could touch it, a truth settles deep in your chest.

You still love him. Maybe you always will.

He takes a slow step closer. “Then let me show you instead.”

The party buzzes on, indifferent to the moment unfolding between you. Two people standing on the edge of something unfinished.

You could walk away.

Or you could let fate take the wheel.

And maybe—just maybe—find your way back to him. Because the best recipes are a little messy, and some things are worth making from scratch.

⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet, @pinkberryfox, 𝑑𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦 @kodaswrld ᵎ!ᵎ

[koulakoukoula2003]

the same man who wipes off the filthy blood of his filthy human enemies, lets his horse lick his hand, I can't stress enough how much I LOVE HIM

♡ Levi Ackerman, they could never make me think you’re cruel, heartless, and emotionless.

[nanasrkives]

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── .✦ "UNSPOKEN BONDS" ─ Levi Ackerman

lil levi one shot cuz i felt like i was neglecting aot content : soft angst. hurt to comfort. 1k words.

The barracks were quiet as the last remnants of daylight dipped below the horizon.

The walls felt colder tonight, as if the very air around you was heavy with unspoken words. You sat on the edge of the bed, absently running your fingers over the hilt of your blade. It was the kind of silence you had grown used to, the kind that followed the worst kind of revelations—the kind that weighed on you but didn’t dare to make a sound.

Levi stood by the window, his posture rigid, his gaze focused outside, but you knew he wasn’t really seeing the world beyond. His thoughts were elsewhere. In a way, you understood that better than most. After all, you'd both seen your share of darkness, yet this—this had struck a different chord.

Kenny Ackerman.

Levi’s uncle, a man who had lived in shadows. The man whose blood ran through Levi’s veins. It was the kind of truth Levi would’ve rather not known, but the burden was his now, whether he wanted it or not.

He hadn’t said much since the revelation, not that you expected him to. He wasn’t one for sharing his burdens. But you could see it—could feel the weight he carried every time his shoulders tensed, every time his gaze turned distant.

"Levi," you called softly, breaking the quiet that had settled between you both.

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched on, thick with the unsaid. You knew him well enough by now to know that he’d close himself off from the world, shutting down emotions he didn’t know how to deal with. But that didn’t mean he was unaffected. You knew better than anyone that Levi carried more than he let on.

Finally, his voice broke the stillness, low and hoarse. “I’m fine.”

It was the same answer he always gave, but you could hear the lie in it.

You rose from the bed and moved closer, your footsteps quiet on the cold floor. Levi didn’t look at you, but he knew you were there. You didn’t have to say it, but you couldn’t let him be alone with this. Not when it was so raw.

“You don’t have to be fine,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “You’re carrying too much.”

For a moment, he didn’t reply. His back remained to you, the tension in his frame as palpable as ever. Then, after a long pause, he spoke again, his tone flat.

“Not everyone can carry the weight of the world,” he muttered. “Not everyone gets to have that luxury.”

You knew what he meant. Levi had always shouldered more than his fair share. But even Levi had limits. You reached out, your fingers brushing his sleeve just lightly, offering a silent reassurance.

“It’s not about carrying everything alone. Not anymore. Not when I’m here.”

Levi turned his head, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like hours. His gaze was hard to read—something between frustration and exhaustion. But there was something else there too, something that wasn’t so easily hidden behind his usual calm demeanor.

“You’re here because you have to be,” he said, his voice quiet, but laced with the usual bitterness. “Because that’s what we do. We fight. We survive. That’s all.”

You didn’t push him. You never did, not when his walls were up like this. But you didn’t pull away either. Instead, you stepped closer until there was just enough space between you both to make it feel like you weren’t worlds apart.

You lifted your hand slowly, brushing your fingertips against his cheek. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this—these small gestures of comfort had become a quiet part of your routine. But Levi wasn’t used to receiving comfort, much less from someone who had fought beside him for so long. Still, he didn’t pull away.

"Levi," you whispered, a soft breath that didn’t need to be louder. "You don’t have to carry it alone. You’ve never had to."

He closed his eyes for a brief second, the tension slowly draining from his posture. Then, without another word, his hand found yours. Not forceful, but steady. The touch wasn’t desperate, but it wasn’t casual either. It was something that had become routine between you both: silent, mutual understanding.

When he leaned in, it wasn’t because he had to. It wasn’t because it was expected of him. It was because, for once, Levi allowed himself to take a moment. A moment of closeness, a moment of comfort, without any words to define it.

His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—nothing rushed, but it spoke volumes more than anything either of you could say. It wasn’t about the urgency of the moment, nor the complications that surrounded you both. It was about connection. About trust. About the understanding that, in a world where everything was constantly falling apart, this was one thing that would always remain unshaken.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath still steady against your skin. You didn’t need to ask if he was okay—Levi never would be, not entirely. But for now, this was enough. For now, you both had this.

“We’ll make it through this,” you whispered, your hand still lightly brushing his.

Levi didn’t respond at first, his fingers brushing yours in a fleeting moment of shared reassurance. Finally, his voice came, low and steady.

“Yeah. We will.”

The promise was unspoken, but it didn’t need to be said aloud. The war, the Titans, the bloodshed—they all loomed in the distance. But for now, this moment of peace was yours to hold onto. And for a brief moment, in the silence between you both, you knew that despite everything, you had each other.

And that was enough.

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

[rivai-hana]

levi and hange are getting ready for CPR

Levi and hange getting ready for CPR

[leviismybby]

This is so sexy and I can't explain why....

[billy-willy]

Levi doodles because no one got time for full illustrations

[peachdues]

Levi Ackerman can and will blow your back out, but he’s also the type to lean in and press his lips hard against your forehead when you’re in the middle cumming so prettily for him.

He has your legs bent and nearly pinned to your ribs beneath the solid mass of his body. His arms are braced on either side of your head, one hand loosely fisted into your hair to make sure you keep your eyes on him and him alone. Every bit of his weight bears down into you, and it strikes you that between the fullness you feel from his cock and the pressure of his body against yours means there is no part of you that isn’t being thoroughly and completely consumed by him.

He curls one arm over your head, caging you in against the pillow while the other shoves between your sweat-slickened bodies. You think he means to play with your clit, but instead his hand presses firmly against your lower stomach as he continues hammering into you, allowing the blunt head of his cock to push repeatedly against that spot deep within that makes your vision turn white and your toes curl.

“There you are — oh,” he smirks at how you begin trembling beneath him, and the vibrations of your body only magnify as he rubs his hand in time with each hard grind of his hips as his cock continues bullying deeper and deeper into your soaking heat. “That’s the spot, huh, pretty girl?”

His smug, mocking smirk is a front; you know it by the way the muscles in his shoulders tense, signaling he’s summoning every bit of his own will power to fight off his own release, far too invested in savoring yours.

You’re also trying to hold on, and he knows that; he can sense it in the way your nails bite into his back, can see it in how your teeth sink into your plump bottom lip.

You want to cum — badly. And he’s more than eager to see you fall apart.

A growl, low and possessive builds in his throat. “Go on then — be a good girl and give me what I want.”

He gives another sharp, pointed thrust of his hips, burying himself all the way to his hilt before grinding against you, hard. “Let go,” he orders, his voice firmer and you know the leash he has on his own restraint is rapidly fraying.

Levi exhales a quiet swear of relief when he feels your cunt finally seize around him like a vice, and he is transfixed by broken staccato of his name that falls from your pretty lips as your climax washes over you like a wave. A surge of pride wells in his chest at how you manage to keep your eyes locked with his, even though he knows your instinct is to let them roll back into your head as you float among the clouds of pleasured bliss only until he can reach in and haul you back down to earth.

“Atta girl,” he coos, and the pace of his hips slow from those relentless, bruising thrusts to a gentle canting, each roll into your heat deep and purposeful. Then, he feels a surge of your wetness gush over him, dampening the coarse hairs of his base as the walls of your cunt continue to flutter and pulse around him, and Levi somehow finds himself becoming even more smitten with you than he already is. “Oh — it’s a big one, isn’t it?”

And when you look up at him with those big eyes of yours — wide and sparkling with tears of pleasure and exhaustion- and you nod, lower lip quivering, Levi can’t help but lean forward to press his lips to your forehead, as he continues fucking you through your high.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your damp forehead, his groin churning torturously against yours. “Good fucking girl, cumming for me like this.”

Each grind of his coarse base right against your clit sends sparks additional waves of electrifying pleasure rocking through you until your legs are twitching and spasming beneath him. But Levi only chuckles, the sound dark and rich and so distinctly him.

He continues to guide you through the dizzying ripples of your orgasm, and when the last, gentle wave flickers out like a candle flame, Levi imparts one, final kiss against your forehead.

And then he pulls back, but he is not finished — no where near it, in fact. One by one, your legs are pushed over his shoulders until your knees are pressed to your chest, and his lips curl into something between a grin and a sneer.

He leans down and presses his mouth to the shell of your ear, and you’re not sure whether it’s the heat or his breath or the severity of his promise that sends an excited chill down your spine as he hisses, “My turn.”

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[ackerteasstuff]

this is what ppl mean when they say "His eyes softened" >>>

I mean I might melt if I'm hange, levi staring at me that way ,

letting himself show his vulnerable side to hange is so precious to me

[ackerpenguin]

Like all shorties, Levi would absolutely make a surreptitious climb up the shelves because he’d never ask anyone for assistance (trust me, I know).

[alizha]

𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𓂅 𝟥𝗑𝟢𝟩

[kirimachi]

Levi & Hange💚💜

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[zekescherries]

let's take a moment to admire levi's jawline

[abiatackerman]

Levi sleeps peacefully only when he's sleeping on your chest. The calm melody of your heartbeat calms his nerves down and pushes his nightmares away. Not to mention your breasts are the softest pillow to him. And no matter how much your back aches due to laying still for the whole night (since Levi's a light sleeper and a slight movement wakes him up)... You still drag his ass to bed, make him lay down on your chest, caress his hair and lull him to sleep. And when the other cadets start to wonder why Levi's eye bags are vanishing... You can't help but smile proudly.