#levi SnK

[kirimachi]

Levihan

[zekescherries]

﹒ 2BLEED! ﹔ ft ＃ levi ackerman ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕kuchel is determined to face the sun and meet her father, years of the darkness below the underground lefts her with a new purpose.

PAIRING﹕levi ackerman × female!reader ﹒canon verse

CHAPTER(S)﹕next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth, past relationships, dark themes, gore, friends to lovers, original characters, angst w eventual fluff, dad!levi & more as the story progresses

AUTHORS NOTE﹕this is not originally my idea, it’s a continuation of another fanfic that was orphaned. i'm just picking up where the author left off: Noceur (10532 words)

you wipe your tears from your face, leaving your eyes glossed over with sorrow. you don't want kuchel to witness her mother like this. you've always tried to be strong for her, the underground is dangerous, full of surprises and outbreaks of random violence.

nowhere is safe in this hell you call home.

your eyes meet with hers as you both hold eye contact with one another, glassy, sharp, silver irises and the poignant memory of levi stares back at you.

you wonder if levi can see you through her eyes, who pathetic and wretched you look in this very moment.

"please, just come inside. . ." you take kuchel's hand in yours, pulling her closer until her feet cross the threshold.

"i'm. . .so sorry, mama."

"i'm the one who should be apologizing." you persist.

"i've. . .hid things from you because i was afraid of what would come of it; i wanted you to be safe but in reality all i've been doing is lying."

kuchel pauses, her body tenses and she can practically hear her heartbeat roaring in her chest as the pumping quickens. she doesn't say anything, waiting for you to finish.

your eyes gaze up at her, your baby, your first, your one and only child, the person you and levi created in one of your last moments together.

you loved her in the womb and loved her when she came out, the sweetest baby you ever saw.

you love her, you love her enough now to tell her now, don't you?

"levi ackerman." you haven't said his name in so long that your tongue almost ties. slipping the straps from kuchel's body you sit her down at the circular table, bent and twisted, it's old, worn out and dilapidated but you still use it nonetheless; unable to afford another.

". . .levi?" kuchel repeats, as if she's tasting his name on her tongue, a name unfamiliar to her.

"i used to fly around on that thing, with him at my side." you recall.

"we grew up together down here," kuchel can already tell that this story won't end in your favor.

"we ran from all kinds of criminals, we stole, we drank, we. . ." you laugh, a soft yet saddened laugh.

"you get the idea."

"it would catch up, i knew it would; crimes never go unpunished."

kuchel nods, drinking everything in.

"he joined the survey corps, with two of our friends, i haven't seen him since." you put it lightly.

"but, he gave me you."

"he gave me life, happiness and my girl."

kuchel's face goes from shock to sadness, not only for you but for herself. she had never met her father or known his name yet now all this information comes crashing down on her like a load of bricks.

yet that name burns into her brain, levi ackerman

© zekescherries

[rivai-hana]

Finally I find this levihan 's wedding photo 💚💜😍😘

Levi and hange's wedding

[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.”

Banners from @/benkei-bear!

[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

[lavender-phoenix-flames]

LEVI ACKERMAN IS THE PRETTIEST SOLDIER EVER.

LOVE that all the losers that were saying "LEvI iS uGlY iN cAnON" were destroyed and utterly annihilated by the existence of these images alone

[ackerpenguin]

The joke never gets old.

[levisbitterness]

mini levi

[zekescherries]

ׅ ˙ levi & physical touch

levi hates being touched, even if it's a guy from a random person or a handshake, he'll decline. it's a complicated thing, he isn't used to things that would be considered "gentle touches".

most of his life levi has just experienced violence and cruelty at the hands of many, those he knew and even strangers. getting beaten within a half inch of your life almost everyday just to get your hands on even the smallest slice of bread is something that doesn't really leave you.

so, levi hates being touched. he can really only correlate being touched to being violet and unruly.

it takes a while for levi to warm up to the idea of you touching him, even if you two are in a relationship. it's not that he doesn't trust you, he's just scared. though he wouldn't admit it outright.

sometimes, people are afraid of the unknown but levi has never been afraid of anything. not in a long time at least. no titan, man or animal has invoked fear into him like this has.

he's not sure where to even start. but when you invite him to take a warm bath with you he agrees, he's not even sure why.

you keep your hands to yourself as to not cross his boundaries. levi can't help but feel conflicted, he wants to touch you, he wants to be like other couples who hold hands and hug each other so close that they seem as if they're one.

"can i wash your back?" the question is polite, innocent. levi agrees, it wouldn't hurt, right? he trusts you, he believes you won't hurt him. you aren't those men, you aren't those strangers.

your touch is everything he dreamt of and more, gentle. a gentle touch. he melts, his body relaxing.

maybe this was the first step you both had to take.

a/n﹕maybe i'll turn this into a fanfic one day. 🫠

© zekescherries 🍒

[rivai-hana]

In most official arts and scenes depicting Levi and Hange together, Levi is often seen looking specifically at Hange's direction

[leviismybby]

Mappa Levi they can never make me hate you 🤍

[levispersonalslave]

𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 × 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑘𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 & 𝐸𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑉𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝐾𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖, 𝑆𝑓𝑤, 𝑈𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 0.4𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 ᡣ𐭩

“Would you mind if I feel it?” You rest your cheek against your knuckles. “Your face, I mean.”

His gaze shifts from the documents in his hands to you, sitting on the plush armchair in his office. Your head is turned to him, yet you can’t see him. You’ve never been able to, but that’s done nothing to hinder the growth and blossoming of your relationship.

You hear a soft hum from him, followed by the rustle of paper and clothes as he stands. He approaches you quietly and carefully before kneeling in front of you, taking your hand in his and gently guiding it to his face.

“Thank you, dear,” you murmur and cup his cheeks with your hands. Your thumbs glide over the pale skin beneath his eyes and down the curved bridge of his nose. You’ve always loved touching and feeling the sharp features of his face, and he’s always allowed it, much to the surprise of his comrades and familiars. He doesn’t hesitate to kneel for you — whether it’s to help slip your heel onto your foot or to simply let you feel his face — whenever and wherever. He may occasionally receive stares and glances, but he simply can’t care less. He doesn’t believe his dignity or honor is being wounded in doing so, but rather only elevated.

But, right now, you’re in the privacy of his office, so you may do as you please for the time being. You continue to feel along his face, running your thumb along his eyelid and dark lashes. He gazes at you fondly as you do so. He knows you can’t see him, and he almost thanks the Lord for that — he wouldn’t be able to admire you in such a way otherwise.

“You’re very handsome,” you speak up all of a sudden, your tone of voice soft.

He quirks an eyebrow at your words. “How would you know?”

“I can tell.” You squish his cheeks gently. “I can tell a lot of things, dear.”

He hums as your hands move to his hair, stroking and ruffling it. He glances at the clock above the door, before gently grasping your wrist. “Alright, that’s enough for now. I have to get these forms filled out by late evening.”

“Oh, so soon?” You murmur, withdrawing your hands with reluctance. He stands straight, but leans down to take your hand and plant a chaste kiss on the back of it.

“Yes, my dear,” he responds. The petname slips out before he can stop it. “So soon.”

⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet , @pinkberryfox

[littlerequiem]

Drabble Month, Day 8: Nickname ˚⁎⁺ Levi x GN!Reader

CONTENT — Sweet rotting fluff, sfw. Written for @thedrabblecollective as part of the AOT Vets Drabble Month. Divider by @cafekitsune.

“Hey, has anyone ever given you a nickname?”

“No.”

Levi turns on his pillow, watching you.

You seem half-asleep. “M’gonna call you… beloved when we’re alone, m’kay?”

At that, Levi’s breath catches. “… Huh?”

“Beloved. Because that’s what… you—” A yawn. “—are to me.”

And then you’re asleep.

Levi, on the other hand, is now wide awake. His heart drums wildly.

Beloved… is he really?

Shit, it sounds so cheesy, he ought to tell you. But… he also liked the way it rolled off your tongue, liked that you bestowed it on him.

Fine.

Levi supposes there’s... worse things to be called.

[ebechnasheim]

I’d go through a thousand rumblings for this man