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lxciferuss · 17 days ago

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Ms. Ackerman

Summary: Levi's newest Squad and yours are both bickering about the humanities strongest soldier's questionable relationship status. They however didn't imagine he'd be married, and to you out of all people.

Warnings: Husband!Levi x Fem!Captain!Wife!Reader. Swearing. Teenagers arguing about dumb stuff. Reader is around Levi's age so it's all legal. "S/N" stands for (your) Squad's Name. SFW!

English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!

The distant chatter echoed through the bricked walls to the main hall, where the members of Squad Levi, without their captain, were engaged on a—way too serious—debate about Levi's love-life. Not even the thick, tall wooden doors were able to muffle the constant screams of disagreement between the cadets.

"No! There's no way in hell he's even had his first kiss. Ever!" Connie argued against Mikasa, who was the most hopeful for her Captain and his private issues. She was sat between Eren and Armin, calmly sipping on a cup of freshly brewed coffee while silently enyojing the discussion.

"To be honest, I doubt anyone would ever want to be with him. Have you seen the way he glares at everybody?" Jean jumped in, his face contortioned into an expression of fear and disgust together. "I would not speak a word to him, man or woman."

"I highly doubt he'd even look your way, Jean. You might even be some sort of omen in his day to day." One of your soldiers said, entering the warm, barely lit room. The rest of your squad got in after him, sitting themselves down on the wooden table so to accompany the teenagers. Some others decided to prop themselves up against the wall as there was no space left on the benches.

"My condolences to whoever might be his partner." They all laughed together, even Sasha—who was previously too busy stealing away Connie's dinner to even listen.

"Who's partner are y'all bullying now?" Levi's tone was annoyed and raspy, he glared at the group of cadets that were out, past their bedtime, being obnoxiously loud despite their superior's orders to hush.

His squad froze in fear, stopping all movements as if he couldn't see them that way. Eren gulped, thick, wide eyes looking back at his captain.

Your squad just shut up, smug smiles still plastered all over their faces. They knew better than to try and explain themselves out of Levi's punishment.

"Go spend your time on something wise. This stupid bickering is gonna do nothing to that smooth brain of yours." He sighed, eyebrows knitted together on a deep frown. For times like this he almost regretted choosing a bunch of teens to be part of his mighty squad. Almost.

"I mean- C'mon Captain. When are you gonna tell us 'bout your love li- ow!" Springer held the back of his head, which had been smacked by Mikasa in an attempt to shut him up before he doomed them all.

"Hm?" Levi lifted an eyebrow, wide eyes looking at the group in front of him. He decided to go and make some tea in hopes of freeing himself from the situation.

"Like- Have you got a girlfriend...boyfriend...ever?" Jean spoke and his teamed groaned in defeat. Fifty laps around the training fields weren't sounding so terrible now.

Levi huffed, rolling his eyes as his lips touched the steaming hot liquid on his porcelain cup. He shook his head in disbelief, acting deaf to the questions.

"No offense, Captain, we just don't see you as someone who would have a romantic partner, that's all." Another soldier of yours spoke, nervously tapping their foot on the ground.

"Again, i do not see why my life should be a matter of yours." He sat down on the table besides the younger's, crossing his legs and resting his arm on the back of the wooden chair.

"Please! We want to know!" Sasha whined, mouth full of rice, which made Levi scrunch his nose up in disgust.

Another deep sigh left through his nose, deciding to answer the kids and put an end to the conversation asap.

"If I tell you, will you shut the fuck up?" He groaned, massing his temple with his free hand.

His squad and yours both beamed with happiness, nodding excitedly at the Captain's will to reveal a fact so private.

"Such a pain in the ass." He muttered under his breath, lowering his cup on the table. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Jean's laugh resonated through the walls, hitting Armin in the back and shaking him violently. "I was right! You heard, Mikasa? He doesn't even have a-"

"I'm married; I have a wife."

And suddenly, the room was silent. Mouths agape, the teens turned to look at him, expecting to see some sort of hint of lying on his face.

Levi resumed his tea-drinking, eager to get both teams back to their dorms sooner than ever.

"Sorry, I just- What kind of person would marry you?" A cadet of yours asked, her face still portraying a big shock.

"Why don't you ask your captain instead?"

"Ask me what?" You entered the room with a wide smile, all twelve soldiers automatically saluting. "Captain" you greeted Levi with a deeper voice. He nodded back to you.

"They were asking what kind of person would marry me." His grey eyes glinted as he looked at you, leather straps still attached around your body.

"Oh?" You let out a small giggle, sitting down on top of the table Levi was at, not bothering to pull out a chair. "And what kind of person do you think I am?"

If Jean's jaw was already on the floor, it would easily reach the cellar on the basement below them after the big revelation. Even your squad was a loss of words, exchanging glances between each other.

"Squad Levi, S/N, you are dismissed." Your smile widened at their faces.

"But-"

"Now." Levi's stern voice made everyone rush out of the dinning hall and get back to their dorm room.

"Time you set some limits." You shoved him in the shoulder, a smug grin adorning your lips.

"Time I get a new Squad." He murmured as you both got up and slowly left the hall too, enjoying the rare peace and quiet of the headquarters at night.

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amywritesthings · 4 months ago

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in the wrong. / levi x f!reader

for @levievent #levimonth24. (day one: pre-canon, first time)

pairing: gang leader!levi ackerman x military police!reader word count: 2.4k summary: You're Military Police. He's public enemy number one. Getting involved with one another is wrong.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! pre-aot, in the canon of 'a choice with no regrets', smut, enemies to lovers, military brutality mention, first time, bottom!levi, virgin!levi credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

And so it goes—

There’s no disputing if waiting here in the dead of night is right or wrong.

Leaving your post, forcing your colleagues to pick up the slack — it’ll catch up with you eventually.

Military Police stationed within the Underground City is about as much of an oxymoron as it comes. You see the irony of walking these streets as the symbols of order when it’s a place that thrives in disorder.

Your superiors don’t wish to save these people.

You — your squadron — will do nothing here.

(But he could.)

Meeting with the leader of the most notorious gang in the city started out as an accident, really.

You’d minded yourself down here, still trying to do your job when you could: helping elderly people walk their rotting groceries to their door; aiding a young child who found themselves lost, only to witness the dilapidated home they came from; smuggling your own rations down from the surface to feed the sick.

In their eyes — wrong.

In his — confusion.

If you ever came into contact with the perpetrator known as Levi, then you were meant to engage.

Albeit fast on his feet and even faster with a weapon, his ever-growing group of goons were the Military Police’s biggest enemy.

You’d just spotted a redhead doing her best to creep up one of the staircases towards the surface, assuming no one was watching.

There are people up there, you remember saying.

Her wide eyes stared back at you with uncertainty, like perhaps getting her attention was a trick to set her up, but you’d managed to grab her by the scruff of her dirtied vest.

The small girl made a noise of protest, but you did your best to press a finger to your lips:

Silent.

Pulling her back into the shadows with you had been the smart move — the unit at the top of the stairs trudged down the stairs and into the Underground pathway, presumably to cause trouble.

They always did.

You held onto the stranger until the unit disappears, letting go only once the place is clear.

The girl turned around, seemingly breathless. “You… why?”

You didn't know.

“I don’t know,” you confessed, blinking between her face and the pathway. Paranoid. “Those two are pieces of work. Nasty. Would’ve had your damn head on a platter.”

“So you saved my life?” she asked, and the musical naivety of her voice squeezed your aching stomach.

“It wasn’t that noble,” you promised softly. “Just… be more careful.”

She realized as seconds pass: you’re letting her go.

There’s nothing to arrest her for.

The people down here suffer enough.

When she left, you thought it was the last time you’d ever see her.

— —

It isn’t.

— —

“The hell is an MP doing here, Isa?”

You can’t say. You’re not sure.

The redhead, a common recurring figure in your time patrolling the Underground, seems to have taken a liking to you when she surely shouldn’t.

Isabel Magnolia, you learn, is her name.

Talking to you about her life, asking questions about the surface, wondering if there’s a better life up there—

She’s a part of a found family she definitely shouldn’t be telling you about.

You explain that, while the sun is beautiful, the surface isn’t much better sometimes.

If there’s a better life, then clearly you wouldn’t know it.

You’re stuck down here, too, whether you’d like to admit it or not.

Perhaps by choice — you enlisted for a reason — but nonetheless stuck.

She’s so cheerful. Trusting.

You hate that for her.

(Someone could take advantage. Doesn’t she know that?)

Yet when Isabel grabs your hand one day and excitedly pulls you down an alleyway, telling you she has to show you something, you wonder if this is the moment where your stupidity catches up to you with a final blow to the head.

So it begs the question while you’re standing in an oddly pristine, clean-to-the-edges apartment in the middle of the city where two boys stare at you like you’re the devil incarnate:

What the hell is an MP doing here?

An ashy-haired boy yelps from his spot at a round dining table, catching a second dark-haired boy’s attention. He whips around, the whites of his eyes growing while he stares directly at you.

Immediately you recognize the cold stare, the raven-black fringe sweeping against them.

A smaller frame for a man but nevertheless daunting.

Billowing white sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His hands are busy scrubbing dishes at the sink of their quaint kitchenette.

The one they call Levi.

“This is the girl who saved me a few months ago,” Isabel chirps like it’s nothing, happily tugging you further into the apartment.

Your uniform feels constricting, like it’s threatening to choke you out.

“You never said it was a goddamn MP, Isa,” the lankier boy whisper-shouts as he stands from the table, his head whipping between the other two. “Levi? The hell do we do?”

Levi’s silent, observing you.

“Isabel, I should go,” you murmur to your odd friend, looking over the ginger warily. “They’re right. I shouldn’t be here.”

“But why not?” Isabel asks with confusion. “You’re not like them. Furlan, she’s really not, she’s actually really—”

“You’re the one who saved her ass from MPs?”

Levi’s voice, smooth like honey and deep like a rumble, cuts through your panic.

You turn your chin to regard him, lips parted with an apology you shouldn’t owe.

“She was getting too close to the stairwell,” you confess softly to him, clenching your fists at your sides. “I know how the MPs treat people down here. I didn’t — I couldn’t let something happen to her.”

“Why?” he asks abruptly, eyes narrowing.

Isn’t that the question of the hour:

Why are you trying to get yourself fired and tossed down here with the rest of them?

“Because it… was the right thing to do.”

He makes a noise, something of a tch, before picking up a fourth tea cup.

— —

If your colleagues knew you spent the better part of your shifts in the Underground talking to their number-one public enemy, with your backs against adjacent brick walls — you facing the street, him in the shadows of an alleyway — they wouldn’t hesitate.

Execution style, side by side.

You confess the routes of your brethren.

You warn them of the dangers of different colleagues that want nothing more than to hurt people, to use their position of power for worse.

It takes time — months upon months — but eventually his group grows stronger than your unit.

They could very well kill you themselves, if they wanted.

Maybe you’re like Isabel with the desperation to connect.

Maybe you find yourself hating the animals your colleagues become under the guise of an endless night.

Levi meets with you weekly, if not daily, by this point.

For the good of his friends, he claims. Nothing more.

You don’t blame him.

(Yet the more you talk to him, learn about what he’s built, what he’s about, the less you feel like returning to the sun.)

— —

He likes tea.

That much you’ve gathered in your time sitting in the living kitchenette of their apartment.

You’ll never forget the change in his expression, usually so stoic and emotionless, when you produced a small bag from under your emerald cloak late one evening.

“The traders down here don’t carry these blends,” you tell him, pushing the bag towards him.

His eyes squint, observing the brown pouch with confusion, before reaching to delicately unravel the tie holding it together.

Levi lets out a gentle huff when the aroma hits him, face smoothing with recognition.

Fresh leaves.

“Why?”

It’s a question you’ve even asked yourself.

You get things for Furlan and Isabel all the time, their requests for surface goods fairly frequent, but—

“Because you never ask for anything,” you confess. “And it’s the least I can do.”

“But why?” he questions again, softer this time.

His gaze flickers to yours.

Your throat clenches with the truth.

“I don’t know.”

A lie.

— —

You’re meant to be patrolling the streets of the Underground City in the dead of night.

Another lie.

All you’ve learned to do is hide, steal, and lie.

Yet nothing feels closer to the truth than Levi letting you into the small, cramped apartment.

Opening his home to you.

The enemy.

“Furlan and Isabel are elsewhere tonight,” he confesses under his breath when he closes the door.

“Elsewhere?” you ask him quietly. “Are they safe?”

“You would know if they weren’t.”

You step forward, anticipating the same song and dance you’ve played for over a year now.

Instead of dancing with you, playing the game, Levi stays put.

It forces you chest to chest, eye to eye, and suddenly you realize just how blue those gray eyes really are.

Stormy, like a sky he’ll never see.

Something shifts in his expression. Something lighter, tangible, as he takes a slow inhale through his nose.

You shift on impulse, angling closer, until you feel the heat of his face.

“Can’t,” he states, like you know what he’s saying.

By now, you do.

“I know,” you whisper, and those eyes dart lower.

Cheeks.

Nose.

Lips.

“Shouldn’t,” he argues to no one but himself when he leans closer.

His breath tickles your face.

“Wrong,” you agree, accidentally brushing your lips to his.

A single act opens the floodgates.

Both pairs of hands jump as your lips smash into one another’s.

His palm cradles the back of your head while yours guides his cheek closer, directing the angle of the kiss.

With a purposeful push, he slams you into the front door, caging you in and causing stars to flash behind your eyelids.

You’re already undoing the straps of your uniform with haste — he may have stolen ODM gear in the time you’ve known him, but you’re not confident he knows how to disrobe a military uniform.

He seems grateful, because he grunts against your lips and flicks his tongue against your lower lip in thanks. You part your lips obediently.

Can’t, but you’re still hopping up into his arms the second you free your lower half of white uniform trousers.

Shouldn’t, but he catches you with ease, digging his free hand into the flesh of your ass while he pivots and walks with you in his arms.

Wrong, but he drops down to his couch anyway, letting you sit in his lap.

There’s no time for decorum.

His hand blindly dips down your lower belly and slips under the fabric of your panties, groaning when he realizes you’ve been wet since you saw him.

You make the tiniest noise, a strangled moan at best, and you feel it right against your lips:

A smirk.

Brief and fleeting, but you felt it.

Lazily dragging his fingertips in a circle around your clit, your breath becomes stagnated. Shaky.

Your bare thighs clench around his, trying to keep your wits about you, but his hand only proceeds faster to ruin those efforts.

“Off,” you weakly state, reaching between you to pathetically tug at his own trousers.

Levi pulls away from your mouth, staring up at you in his lap. “That’s—”

“What I want,” you interrupt, and you see his throat bob with a swallow.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confesses, and it feels like the closest you’ve ever gotten to knowing the essence of him.

“You don’t have to,” you promise. “I do.”

Once, fumbling at the cadet barracks.

It was awkward and quick and unremarkable.

Yet the way Levi’s eyes widen with recognition, you already know this is what you want — him, every fragment of him, hidden away from the world.

Pushing him to the couch cushions, you raise your hips to help him push down his trousers and underwear.

His cock springs free and his hisses at the contrast of the cool air and his hot skin.

You take advantage of the moment, wrapping your hand around him.

The way he whines when your hand leisurely pumps will be burned into the back of your skull.

“Are you sure?”

His question manages to weave itself through the hazy maze of your mind.

Glancing down at him, you note how flushed his cheeks have become; how his chest rises and falls under that flowing white shirt. He looks utterly wrecked without having to do much of anything.

“Are you sure?” you ask in return, giving your answer rhetorically.

Panting, the dark-haired boy nods.

Certain.

So are you.

“Just touch me,” you tell him, and Levi leaps at the damn opportunity to do so.

He raises up from the couch to loop his palm around your neck, dragging you down with him into a searing kiss. You moan into it, gently nudging the tip of him to your entrance.

When his hand returns to your clit, eager to draw those noises out of you, it only makes it that much easier to slowly push yourself down onto his length.

Both of your mouths drop open, wide with a soundless shout, as you ease him fully into you.

Wrong.

Over and over, the word plays in your mind.

Levi groans as you drag your body up, then down, beginning a tentative rhythm.

Wrong.

Nothing fills you like him.

Nothing fills you like this.

He lets you set the pace as you fuck him on his couch, the sounds of your pleasure mixing in the midnight air.

Faster.

Harder.

His hand grips your hip so hard it could leave a bruise.

You don’t care.

He groans a semblance of your name, something he rarely does, and squeezes harder.

Close.

If he’s never done this, then you know he won’t last long.

With your own climax coming at you with a vengeance, you can’t find a reason to care.

Suddenly you feel it — the wave rises so fast and falls that you don’t have time to warn him.

Within seconds you cum around him, violently shuddering around him as you cry against his mouth.

The sheer force of it causes Levi to gasp sharply, hips slamming abruptly into you so he’s buried deep—

He doesn’t have time to warn you, either.

He cums just as hard, sealing the loud moan with a kiss to your lips.

You still your hips, spent — his arms catch you when you crumble against his chest, desperately trying to catch your breath.

You’ve passed it: the point of no return, forced to confront a choice with no regrets.

The aftermath, euphoria clouding judgment, hasn’t quite hit yet.

Wrong.

(Neither of you care.)

author's note:

Thank you so much for reading! This one shot was unbeta'd and written in two hours so I hope this insane "I woke up with this idea and really wanted to participate" story made you as sweaty as it made me this morning.

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leviismybby · 7 months ago

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Cat and Mouse

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, mdni, nsfw 18+, fingering

Levi's eyes scan the rooftops, he can hear you, hear your footsteps. He launches his gear at the nearby building wall and steps on the rooftop, spotting your figure he hides behind a wall and waits for you to pass by. This time, he won't let you off the hook easily, you were gonna rush past him but Levi surprises you, spins you around and pushes you against the cold surface harshly. You grunt as your back hits the concrete, your eyes narrow immediately before they meet his grey ones. He will never learn.

"Captain." That sarcasm in your voice isn't something Levi appreciated, he jas had enough of your games. Before he speaks, he pins your hands above your head, last time you pulled a stunt, he isn't letting that happen again. "What the fuck is your problem?" You know why he is mad, you've caused him quiet the trouble, not that you regret it. "My problem? I don't have one. You clearly do." A brat, you were such a brat and he couldn't fathom what keeps him so infatuated with you. Maybe it's the fact that you're a thief that the MPs can't seem to catch or maybe is the fact that you outsmarted him both time he caught you. Either way, Levi wants it to stop.

"You have to stop. The military police will get a bounty on that shitty head of yours. You fucked it up badly this time." He was right, you did fuck it up, stealing from the Garrison just for the thrill of it. If Levi didn't know any better, he would say that you're crazy, than again, he isn't exactly normal either and he is the last person to judge you given his past as a thug. "Aww, thanks for caring, I don't care." You try to stir out of his grip and he only tightens it, keeping you still. "You're fucking insufferable you know that?" It was true, you were an annoyance for him, he had better things to do than to chase a petty thief around Trost but there was something about you that kept him coming back. He hated himself for always giving in.

"I can only say the same, Captain. Why do you care so much?" You roll your eyes, trying to find a way out of his grip but nothing seems to come to mind. He is too close to you, you can feel his breath on your cheek, this is getting dangerous. "I don't dammit. I will be the first to celebrate when your ass gets thrown in jail." Maybe he should do it, bring you in and let the militray police do as they please with you but his inner turmoil isn't letting him, he hates to admit it but he enjoys this, the chase and the games between you. His comrads would be disappointed if they knew, he knows your face, knows how you work so why doesn't he just report you? It's a problem that he can't slove tonight.

You don't say anything, the words coming out of his mouth were harsh but true, you did keep him on his feet and you enjoyed the attention. "So report me. Or is your ego not letting you." He hides things well behind that indifferent expression but his eyes tell you a different story, there is hate there, of course there is, you two hold mutual hatred for on e another however there is desire there too, it shouldn't be. It really shouldn't. Levi scoffs at your words, his fingers wrap around your neck and he squeezes, his other hand still firmly holding your wrist together. "You're the egotist one here. You and your shitty criminal jobs. How much money did you earn by selling sealed information huh? What is your game here?" That was his main problem, you stole from the survey corps too and he doesn't appreciate it one bit.

His fingers squeeze your throat again, he wants you to answer but he won't approve if you lie to him. "Enough and I enjoy the chase. Noel matter how big or minor my crime is, you always comr running after me. Why is that captain?" Now there is a question he wants answer at least not with words. Hos face inches closer to you, your noses touching. "Fucking annoying brat." You smirk, your eyes drifting to his lips, will he finally do it or will he run away from it like all those other times? You don't move away or lean in, you simply wait, eager to feel his lips agsint yours.

And just like that, a groan leaves his lips, his hand moving down to your hip and his lips crashing agsint yours. Returning the kiss immediately, you feel his grip on your wrist loosen and insted he interlocks his fingers with yours, his kiss getting more passionate. You let your hand fall to his hair, pulling him into the kiss even more, his body presses up agsint yours, the heat between you making a shiver run down your spine. You moan as his hand moves to your ass and he squeezes, loving the sounds that are leaving your mouth. He needs to hear more and he plans too. His grip gets more and more possessive, his hands start to roam your body, feeling your every curve. You can't go all the way put here, both of you know that but Levi is letting his desire for you cloud his judgement and he can't keep his hands off of you even out here.

The two of you keep kissing for some time until Levi pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to each other. Levi's eyes look you up and down, he wants to fuck you here and now but it's too risky, so he will simply have to do something else. His mouth starts kissing your neck, each kiss more sloppy than the other, you throw your head back, giving him more space, you're enjoying this more than you thought you would. A gasp leaves your swollen lips when he bites into your skin leaving marks behind. "You smell so fucking good." He says against your skin before biting again, this time he hits your sweet spot directly, making a shiver run down your spine. You grab onto his shoulders, your body pulling it self closer to his. "Desperate are you? Fucking brat." He turns you around, your hands on the cold wall, he bucks your hips sligthy and gives your ass a firm slap, fuck the things he would do to you.

He lands another slap on your ass, his body pressing fully into yours, you can feel how hard he is for you. You bite your lip and reach out for his bulge but he slaps your hand away. "No. Keep your fucking hands on the wall understood?" You nod at his words, as much you want to talk back to him, you don't want to ruin this moment so you keep quiet and listen to what he says. You keep your hands on the wall feeling his run up and down your sides before the reach your pants. His hand slides in and you gasp at his cold fingers as they reach your core, he rubs you over your panties making soft moans come put of you. "Wet aren't you? Is this waht this whole thing is about? You want me to fuck you don't you?" Bingo, thats exactly what this whole thing is about, him finally breaching his breaking point and taking you.

Your hips buck into his hands, you want more. Levi chuckles, sending another shiver down your body, this is the first time you hear him chuckle and it's making you feel things. "Yeah? Oh you would love to have my cock deep inside of you right now. Too bad you're not getting it." He nibbles on your ear as he says that, his voice horase and rough, he is turned on beyond belief. He starts to rub you again, feeling the way the fabric of your panties is getting wet, you're phehetic, acting all though while all it took is a single touch for him to get you under his control, you melt so easily, he will indulge in that. Finally his fingers slip into your underwear and feels your pussy, his fingers runs down your slit, feeling your slick and walls, you're so wet for him, fuck he really is in trouble.

He kisses your shoulder, his fingers finding your clit, you thighs close against his hand, whimpers escape your mouth. "How cute. You're phehetic, so fucking easy to break." His fingers enters you without warning, it starts of slow, he loves teasing you but as soon as he feels your warm walls clench around his finger, he starts to finger you faster. "Fuck Levi." You say, your hands steady on the wall, he knows what he is doing. As soon as you said that, he adds a second finger keeping the fast pace, your eyes start to water as he curls them hitting that soft spot. He keeps pumping his fingers in and put of you, your actions are getting him more drunk, he loves how your body shakes just from him fingering you. He needs to control himself or else his cock will be buried deep inside of you and he can't afford that.

The more you react, the faster his pace gets, you forget completely where you are. That people can see and hear you but that's the last of your worries right now. You have Levi, the captain of the survey corps, humanity's strongest soldier fingering you on top of a building. This isn't how you wanted your afternoon to go but its far better than you ever imagined. His fingers keep moving inside of you, his other hand runs under your shirt and he grabs your breast, massaging it in his hands. "Are you gonna cum for me out here?" That makes your pussy clench aagsint his fingers again, you're getting close, that pit in your stomach starts to build up but you're not queit there yet. Levi knows how to push you over the edge, his thumb adds pressure on your clit and he keeps fingering you in a fast pace, the moan that leavs you is something you should be ashamed of, oh someone definitely heard you now, not that you care. "That's it. Good girl, cum for me, let me see you fall apart."

You can't keep your hands on the wall anymore, your grabs onto his arm with both of your hands, digging your nails into his shirt as you cum. You roll your hips, riding out of your orgsam against his fingers, he keeps them inside of you even after you cum. You catch your breath, your head falling back on his shoulder, he kisses the side of your face, he removes his hand from your underwear, his fingers are soaked. "Took about two fucking minutes to make you cum. Aren't you embarrassed?" He asks you as you open your eyes, your cheeks flushed, his hand is still on your breast and he squeezes it once more before letting go and setting both of his hands on your hips. He kisses you on the lips again, the kiss is quick and sloppy.

Eventually, Levi pulls away from you, cleaning his fingers with his cloth. You turn back around, leaning against the wall. The sun is starting to set and you don't know what to say. Levi looks your way again, he fixes his gear. "Stay out out trouble or next time I am fucking you on the wall for all to see. Understood?" That makes you laugh, he had a way with words but you wouldn't mind at all. "Oh captain my captain, if that will be the outcome, I will be gladly robbing the bank next." Your words make his eyes roll, you really were a brat. You fic yourself, fix your hair and look at him again. "See you around, Captain." You wink and get off the rooftop. Levi is left there, staring at the distance until he realised something, his wallet was missing. Damn you.

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your first kiss with these aot characters

warnings: smoking, but mostly angst and fluff! word count: 4,6k author’s note: in all of these scenarios, the reader and the character had been having tension build up over time, so the kiss isn’t completely out of nowhere fyi includes: armin, eren, mikasa, levi, hange, erwin, ymir, connie, jean, reiner, bertholdt, annie

⭑🪻 ⭒ 💜 . ✦ 🙈 . ⁺ . ✦ 🔮 . ⁺ . ✦ 🙈 . 💜⭒🪻 ⭑

it took armin all he had in him to finally close the distance between the two of you and kiss you. the fact that you were surrounded by your friends wasn’t able to stop him this time. he’d longed to kiss you for months now and the time was never right, but the way you kept holding onto his hand now, laughing at his jokes, eyes lidded as you covered your mouth with the palm of your hand to silence your laughter was really getting to him. you were just so cute, so beautiful in his eyes. the moment you set your drink on the window sill beside you, he knew he couldn’t waste any more time. his palm touched your cheek softly, eyes eager as he whispered your name, before pressing his lips onto yours, a kiss so sweet, so anticipated for. you felt yourself sigh in the kiss, your muscles relaxing by the warmth of your bodies being pulled closer together like magnets. as you pulled away, you stared into each other’s eyes with tenderness, a smile spreading on your faces, along with pink patches on your cheeks. you were so drunk on each other, that you almost didn’t hear your friend jean whistling at you, the rest of your friends clapping their hands and cheering you on. “fucking finally mate!” jean patted armin’s back in approval, as he put an arm over your shoulders. “he’s been planning this for months, y/n, did you know?” a smirk plastered all over his face. armin simply reached his arm to remove jean’s from around your shoulders, adding a “no touching jean” before locking lips with you again.

“can you quit being so mean eren? jean did nothing wrong!” you exclaimed as you pulled eren’s phone away from his fingers, immediately deleting the nasty text he’d sent to jean. “i’m typing “sorry, wrong person” instead… why are you like this?” you questioned him, heaving. once the new, proper text was sent, you locked his phone and gave it back to him, giving him a scolding look. “jean should keep to his own business. he knew about our date today, he didn’t have to facetime you when he very well knew you were with me. what is he trying to prove?” he scoffed, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, along with his hands, not attempting to go against you again. “jean’s my friend, eren. i asked him to call me, to check in with me. girls do this all the time, especially on first dates!” eren froze, slightly turning to side to look at you, a look of disappointment on his face, as he regretted what he’d just said to. “were you scared to meet me today, y/n? is that why you wanted jean to check in?” he asked. “that’s not it, eren, you know i was looking forward to our date. but it’s better to be safe than sorry, you know? what if i never made it to your place or if you’d fallen asleep and i had to go back home alone and something bad happened?” you trailed off, eren nodding as he understood what you meant. “i’m sorry, y/n, i see how i overreacted. frankly, i think jean’s been hitting on you for ages, i felt… threatened that he had the audacity to call you when he knows i’ve invited you over” he said, pulling your legs back into his lap, tracing his hand up and down your calf. “threatened? THE eren jaeger felt threatened?” you couldn’t keep your laughter as eren fake slapped your calf. “stop it, y/n! you know what i mean and besides… i really do like you. i wouldn’t simply allow anyone to steal you from me, especially not jean, especially not before i’ve even managed to do this” you were taken aback when he leaned his body over yours, pulling you closer by your legs and kissing you all of a sudden. you grabbed onto his shoulders for balance as you deepened the kiss, feeling him smile into it. you pulled away only to crash your lips on each other again and again. “you’re way too bold for someone who claimed to have felt threatened, eren” “shut up and make out with me, y/n”.

the moment you removed your headphones to step into the cafeteria, you heard mikasa yelling your name from some place behind you. as you turned around, you saw her racing towards you before almost crashing onto you, had she not placed her hands on your shoulders’ height, separating the two of you. she spoke, breathlessly “i’ve been calling for you, y/n! didn’t you hear me?” you gave her a guilty smile, pointing to your headphones in your hands. “sorry mikasa, i barely just took them off. what happened, though? are you alright?” “yes, everything’s alright, i noticed you and didn’t want you to walk alone. thought you’d seen me when i waved earlier, but it seems i was mistaken” she explained and gave a small laughter. “yeah, sorry, i’m terrible when on the street, i only look out for cars! you could be waving a banner at me and i probably wouldn’t notice it either!” you joked, making her laugh again. she was so beautiful when she laughed, you thought to yourself. a few seconds passed before either of you spoke again and mikasa was the one to break the silence. “uhm, you’re looking good today. meeting anyone special?” “you could say that, i’m just meeting historia for our weekly catch up” mikasa’s face dropped, her mouth forming and almost silent “oh”. “what makes historia so special to you, y/n?” you frowned at her question, as if she didn’t know how close the both of you had been for years. “uhm, she only is my best friend in the entire world? have known her since primary school? love her to death?” but mikasa wasn’t being too chatty all of a sudden and simply responded with another barely audible “oh”. (i swear, this girl) “so you’re not like… on a date or something?” you couldn’t help but laugh at her naivety. “you should tell this to ymir, she’ll be so mad someone mistook ME for historia’s girlfriend instead of her!” you joked in a low voice, “but please don’t tell anyone, mikasa, they’re not official yet”. and, again, another “oh”. “so… can i be special for you, but like this?” she questioned as he leaned towards you to kiss you on the lips. her soft touch made your heart beat faster and you quickly put your arms around her waist. as you broke the kiss, mikasa smiled at you. “thoughts?” she asked. your mind was racing and you couldn’t respond properly. you liked mikasa for so long that now that you’d finally kissed, you were at loss for words. “oh… uhm…” was all you mustered up. “copy cat” said mikasa right before leaning in to kiss you again.

levi never expected to kiss you. like, not ever. your relationship so far had been strictly professional, only turning to friendly quite recently. still, he’d never imagined you thought of him the same way he thought of you. you were sat in his office, hunched over a variety of sheets, post-it notes, pens and two coffee cups that’d gone cold long ago, neither of you bothering to fill them up, and instead sipping on the cold, bitter beverage. as your hands fumbled with the files, you kept on arguing with each other, trying to reach a conclusion, but your questions still remained, you couldn’t solve the mystery of the missing tax payments that man should’ve been paying. “y/n, you’re really not listening. i’ve told you a thousand times, this file is irrelevant to the case” “but HOW can it be irrelevant, ackerman? don’t you see how this man’s playing us with the dates? notice this detail here and-” you kept on explaining to levi, but he found himself staring at you, your voice steadily disappearing, your words not reaching his ears or his mind. “ackerman… are you still here?” you questioned, waving a hand in front of him, bringing him back to reality. “yes, y/n, i’m sorry. this case is really something and i’m too tired to reach a rational conclusion. let’s get some rest and we can revisit this tomorrow, what do you say?” he asked and only now did you notice how red his eyes were. probably as red as yours. “sure, ackerman, we’re wasting our time anyway” you stated while packing your things. “need a ride?” he asked, jiggling his car keys in front of you. “i’ve mine, but thanks! walk me to the parking lot?” you suggested before leaving the office together, levi locking the door behind you. he walked you all the way to your car and as you moved to sit in the driver’s seat, he put his arm on the door, preventing it from closing. “i’ll pick you up myself tomorrow and drive you home after work. you shouldn’t be going home on your own at this hour” “thanks ackerman, but don’t feel obliged to, it really is no problem” you explained as levi was hunching down to reach your level. “it really is, y/n” he gulped as he pressed his lips onto yours, making you jump slightly, breaking the kiss. “i’m sorry, y/n, i didn’t realise that-” an embarrassed expression spreading on his face, his hands awkwardly leaving the door frame. you quickly interrupted him “levi- i- i panicked, but… kiss me again?”. he looked back at you, his lips forming a sheepish smile. “i’m glad you transitioned to levi” locking his lips with yours again, giving you a goodnight kiss.

“no, if you look at the other person and step on it, it means you like them, if you don’t step on it while looking at them, it means you’re not interested. god, y/n, you need to work on your cigarette signals!” hange explained, taking a drag from their cigarette, blowing the smoke your way. “i’m new to this, i’m not supposed to learn it all in a day! plus, i shouldn’t be expected to learn anything, hange. isn’t it bad enough that i picked up this unhealthy habit from you?” you joked and laughed with hange as you shared a cigarette during your break. spending your breaks together had become tradition for the both of you. the new part was hange asking you to “take a drag” once, then again and again, until you actually bought a packet a few weeks later and offered them a cigarette. since then, there was no single break you wouldn’t spend together, smoking. it was intimate, in a way, that you only got to do this with hange and they’d admitted to only sharing their breaks with you, ever since you got accepted to the company. “you got me there! but you really should learn your smoking lingo soon or one might misunderstand your intentions, y/n” they said before dropping their cigarette on the ground, stepping on the fallen butt, looking at you. you quickly got the cue and dropped your own cigarette on the ground and stepped on it while maintaining eye contact with them. “for real, y/n?” they asked surprised, yet scooting closer to you from where they previously rested their back. “for real, hange” you hooked your finger in the loops of their jeans, tugging on them lightly before kissing them. a few moments later, when you broke the kiss, they looked at you mischievously, an almost criminal grin on their face. “and on company premises too, y/n? that’s kinda hot” “shut up and get back to work hange”. you were giggling at each other on your way in.

‼️DON’T LEAVE YOUR CIGARETTE BUTTS ON THE GROUND AND ALSO DON’T SMOKE‼️

“is it okay if i come in? i know we usually have our meetings in my office, but this couldn’t wait any longer” erwin asked, peaking his head through your office door, not stepping in quite yet. “come in! what’s the rush?” you motioned for him to sit in the empty chair, but he lifted his hand up in refusal, taking a few steps closer to your desk instead. he positioned himself to lean his weight on the side of your desk, forcing you to swivel your chair to the side in order to face him. “we’ve been spending more and more time together, y/n, and, in all honesty, i’ve been quite enjoying it” with his arms crossed over his chest, he was a marvel to look at. “i mean… i guess so. overtime is overtime, but i’m also very glad to be spending it with you, you’re a great colleague” you said as you awkwardly bumped his arm with your fist. “that’s not what i mean” he said as he bowed lower to pull your chair closer to his, trapping you. “i mean i’m enjoying the time i’m spending with you, getting to know you better and also that i really like you, y/n”. you were left speechless, but in a good way. erwin admitting to having this kind of interest in you made you smile and you soon leaned your head closer to kiss him. “you’re too bold for kissing me in your office, y/n” erwin said playfully, stepping away from you as you grabbed a stack of papers and attempted to hit him with it for teasing you.

ymir was restless from the moment you met her at your usual hang out spot. you could tell something was off, she seemed so… nervous or maybe even impatient. she’d normally ask you to tell her about your day, but this time she never questioned it. when you decided to share what was new anyway, she kept stealing glances at you, not asking very many questions while you spoke. honestly, you were starting to feel a little uneasy, she almost behaved like a child who broke the tv screen and was trying to come up with a believable excuse as to what had happened. “ymir, just stop this and tell me what the hell is wrong?” you demanded, obviously annoyed by her behaviour. “listen, y/n…” she began to explain, sighing deeply, her eyes focus on the pavement. seconds later, she put her arms on your shoulders, keeping you in place as she spoke again, staring deep into your eyes now. “i really need to tell you something… it’s been eating me for so long and i just can’t-” and pulled you closer to her with one swift motion, pressing her lips onto yours. when you opened your eyes again, you found hers looking back at you expectantly. “is that all, ymir?” you questioned. “yes… that’s all… hope it’s okay?” you smiled at her, seeing how she was still feeling a bit too awkward about this. “i was hoping you’d do this soon actually. and to think you’ve had me here this entire time, being all… however you were before, and i thought something really bad had happened!” you sighed, relieved, as you took her hand in yours. “yeah, something IS wrong” she grabbed your other hand and placed it on her chest. “ymir, i think this is extremely inappropriate” you whispered, blushing. “no, no, just feel it! my heart's still beating out of my chest, y/n!”

connie kept begging you and your friend group to go camping for ages, but you regretted supporting his idea. he put himself in charge of finding a good spot, and, lo and behold, no spot was “the correct spot”. tired from walking for about two hours straight, you, jean and sasha convince him to settle down and set up your tents. it took ages, but you were finally settled. jean and sasha went to get wood for the fire as you and connie checked if everyone’s tents were secure and tied a rope from one tree to a second to hang your clothes to dry. “we make a good team, right, y/n?” he questioned, an earnest smile on his face. “we really do, connie. we should do this more often! but you need to work on your spot-finding skills!” you joked. as the day faded into night, you found yourselves covered in your sleeping bags, sitting around the fire. sasha was attempting to scare you with some murder mystery stories, but she was unsuccessful, as she’d mix up all the details. the constant talking of your friends and the warmth of the fire soothed you and soon you found yourself dozing off. you didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard connie whispering “shhhh… be quiet jean, she’s almost asleep”. your eyes remained closed, too sleepy to open. you felt connie moving from where he was next to you, scooting closer to your body, then throwing his arm around you to spoon you. “goodnight, y/n”, he whispered in your ear as he softly kissed your temple. your eyes opened wide at the unexpected kiss and you turned your head slightly, only to find connie looking back at you equally surprised. “i thought you were sleeping, y/n” he admitted shyly. “i was. kind of. goodnight connie” you pushed your head towards him, kissing him on the mouth. he quickly cupped your face, keeping it steady as he deepened the kiss. “we’ll… we’ll talk about this when we get back home. i’m not risking either of these two idiots making fun of us on the way home” he chuckled quietly.

you were pushing your cart through the cereal aisle, when you heard jean calling for you. he’d offered to help you with your grocery shopping and you didn’t have it in you to say no. jean was a literal sweetheart for always offering to help you with anything you might need, but he always seemed a bit distant when you were hanging out with your friends. it was a real privilege to have him all to yourself today and he seemed to be enjoying following you around quite a bit. “did you get the brown sugar you needed for your cake, y/n? cause this one’s on sale! should we get it?” you giggled at his eagerness to shop your entire list. “put it in the cart jean, can’t miss out on the offer you scouted!” he blushed, walking to your cart and setting the bag of sugar inside. “i came here to help, not to be made fun off, y/n” he teased, taking the cart from your hands and pushing it away, making you follow him. “it’s a joke. i really appreciate you coming along. shopping alone in these huge stores is boring” you explained, placing one of your hands on the cart, barely grazing his own. “oh so that’s why you called jean? to crack some jokes?” he chuckled, making more space on the cart handle so you laid both of your hands on it. “drop it horseface, you’re having more fun than i am. we even got your special treats for later” he side-eyed you, a grin decorating his face. “me having fun is only partially true. i’m also doing half of your chore for you” he said as he elbowed you lightly. “you’re getting treats in return AND you’re having a blast!” “that i am” he said as hunched down a bit to reach your lips and kiss you, forcing you on your toes to get closer to his level. you were utterly dumbfounded at the kiss, a kiss you’d been hoping for a while now, but jean went on with your grocery list. once you’d paid, you made your way out of the store, still very confused about jean’s unexpected reaction to kissing you. it was almost as if he kissed you with all he had, and then forgot he did it. as you were loading the bags in the back of his car, you cracked the question, unwilling to wait any longer. “why are you being so cold right after our first kiss, jean?” he turned towards you in an instant, eyes wide, almost in terror. “after our what? what are you talking about, y/n?” “jean! you kissed me! in the cereal aisle? like 20 minutes ago?” “I DID?” he almost shouted before realisation reached his face. “but it came so naturally, y/n, i didn’t… god i just ruined our first kiss!” (what a bimpo, i love him)

“i can’t believe you dragged me to that bar, y/n! it was terrible!” reiner couldn’t hold back his laughter, his hand on his stomach as he reminisced your unexpected night at the bar. “you can’t complain, you were having a blast reiner! AND you had the cutest guy hit on you! he was so 2014 harry styles, i’d be drooling if i were you!” you managed to say in between your own fits of laughter. “Y/N! that guy made me feel so uncomfortable! he was so pushy! and also, i thought it was obvious i was on a date with you!” he explained, his laughter gradually falling silent. your own laughter was also cut short. staring back at reiner, you noticed the small, soft smile on his face. “were we really, reiner? cause you never like… asked me out properly?” “ah, yeah, i didn’t” he admitted, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “it was heavily implied, though!” he exclaimed, chuckling. “too bad i didn’t catch the cue then, it would’ve been a killer first date!” you smiled back at him, scooting closer. “reckon? cause that guy was kinda stealing me from you” you both laughed again, the silence that fell between you feeling comfortable. “i can handle it. but, i’d rather know if we go on other dates from now on” you said, staring awkwardly at the ceiling. “you will, you will” he said, still giving you a small smile. “can i kiss you, y/n?” you felt your heart stop as you looked back at him. “you have to ask me this?” “what can i say, i’m the king of consent!” he said, lifting an eyebrow and reaching his fingers to lift your chin towards him before connecting his lips with yours. you spoke again after you’d pulled away from the kiss. “so… when’s our next date, self-proclaimed king of consent?” you giggled, softly bumping him with your shoulder. “quit it or i’ll go back to that harry styles guy!”

“is it okay if i hold your hand, y/n?” bertholdt shyly asked. your shift had finished a few minutes ago and you were walking to the bus stop together, a habit of yours since you two became closer. yet, the hand holding was a first and it made your heart skipped a beat. “i’d love to!” you responded and extended your palm towards him. he quickly intertwined his fingers with yours, as you walked the remaining distance. you continued to chat away as per usual, your connected hands not causing any change in his behaviour. you took your seats next to each other on the bus, still not breaking the link between you, not even when bertholdt tried to grab your backpack as well to set it between his legs, creating more space for you to sit. the air was comfortable between you on the way home and you were so stoked he’d finally made a move, but now it was your turn. “i love the rides home ever since we started taking the bus together, you know?” you admitted and it brought a smile to his face. he stared back at you with tender eyes as he nodded “yes”, rubbing his thumb on your soft skin. you reached your hand and traced his thigh, resting it between his legs. bertholdt flicked at the sudden touch, but didn’t do anything to remove your hand. “bert… look at me, please”. now that you had his undivided attention, you stood up as discreetly as you could to reach his face and, finally, kiss him, a thing you longed to do for a few weeks now. bertholdt returned the kiss, his hand leaving yours to rake through your hair instead. “y/n i didn’t… expect this to happen but wow” he said and giggled, pulling away from the kiss, his hand still caressing your hair and scalp. “you seemed like you wanted me to kiss you, bert” “i did, i… really, really did… but can we stop now cause that weird third floor lady is staring at us and licking her lips and i feel violated and exposed?” you panicked at his words as you turned the other way to see how that lady was indeed giving you some… questionable looks, to say the least. you couldn’t help but laugh out loud the moment your eyes met bertholdt’s again, hiding your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment. “wanna get off at my place instead? we can order take out!” “it’s a plan, y/n!” he said, still unable to conceal his laughter.

annie was always distant and that was a turn off for everyone. except for you. the more she’d tease you and then avoid you, the more you found yourself infatuated with her. “are you coming over, annie? still ignoring my texts smh” you text her, not expecting the “omw” prompt response. everything was ready, the way you felt annie would enjoy. red wine, soft blankets and her favourite take out, which you did your best to keep warm, as she was continuously running late. the knock on your door mere moments later was enough to pull you out of your trance. “i’m here. what now?” “someone’s moody...” you said, guiding her inside. “what’s the matter?” “not much, y/n. i just don’t understand why we couldn’t hang with everyone else like we normally do” she scoffed, kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat. “whoa, okay, i didn’t realise spending time with me was such a burden to you” you blurted, your words making her freeze. “don’t feel obliged to do me any favours, annie, i just wanted to have a quiet evening with you for once. you’ve been playing me for months and i thought this was just your way of expressing yourself, but i was wrong. you just don’t like me and this wasn’t teasing. it was you blatantly making fun of me in front of our friends” you couldn’t help but snap at her, her cruel reaction to you inviting her over finally doing the trick. “y/n, i-” she began, but you wouldn’t let her speak, wouldn’t let her humiliate you again. “y/n this and y/n that. you don’t like me and that’s fine. but don’t play me like rag doll, okay? i’ve been asking everyone what food you like and what kind of a date you might enjoy and i actually put effort into planning this tonight, and you’re only coming here to not even acknowledge the effort? to not even give me a chance?” she was staring at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. “enough of this annie, please go” you said as you handed her back her coat. “thay’s not it, y/n...” she said, fidgeting with her ring. “what is it then?” you tried to contain yourself, you were on the verge of tearing up. “it’s just… you’re so cool and beautiful and everyone loves you and they all said how you were so excited to plan this and i don’t feel like i deserve this… you’re too good for me, y/n and i don’t know what to do to be better for you...” she sniffed and you realised you might be on the verge of crying, but annie was already at it, as she used the outer side of her palm to wipe away her tears. “annie, i-” “no, y/n, you’re right. i’ve been nothing but shit to you because i don’t know how to deal with this, with my feelings… i’m so sorry, y/n… i’ll just go” she took her coat from your hands and turned around but you stopped her by not letting go of the coat, still grabbing onto it. “please stay, annie. i’d really like it if you did” you admitted, now crying your eyes out as well. you felt the tug on the coat loosening as she took a step towards you. “i know this won’t fix shit but can i kiss you, y/n? hope it isn’t too much to ask” she sniffed again, not quite returning your gaze yet. “i’d like that, annie” she half smile, as she wrapped her arms around you and crashing her lips onto yours.

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rebouks · 2 months ago

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Jacob: Alright, what the fuck is going on? None of this makes any sense. Penny: Someone must be pranking us. Levi: [scoffs] Pretty elaborate prank, Penny.

Robin: I don’t think anyone’s messing with us. Penny: Don’t be stupid, of course they are! Jacob: Yeah, I don’t know-.. I’m tempted to side with Penny.

[Robin regretted his words as various murmurs of agreement echoed around him-.. though Levi remained silent, squinting at his friend] Levi: What do you know that we don’t?

Robin: Nothing! I just-… Levi: Naah, you’re barely ever wrong, it’s impossible to freak you out and you always seem to know what’s going on before everyone else-.. it’s kinda sus.

[Robin’s cheeks flushed as multiple stares and another chorus of agreement assaulted him] Robin: What if we’re supposed to be here-.. what if I’m supposed to be here? Penny: What makes you so special?

Robin: I can feel what you feel-.. what any of you feel, and uh-.. I can read minds too, see people’s memories n’ stuff. Penny: [laughs] Okay, sure-.. can you shoot lasers from your eyes as well?

Aster: Woah, Robin-.. those notes! [Robin nodded fervently, glad that Aster had somehow managed to connect the dots] Robin: I don’t know for sure, but I’m worried Alex might be here too…

Levi: Oh, shit. Penny: Who the fuck is Alex? Jacob: Robin’s pen pal.

Penny: Okay, whatever-.. I’m all for finding your friend if she’s here, but this kinda shit isn’t real. I know we’re all freaked out n’ stuff but mind readers and monsters don’t exist! Tess: Whatever does or doesn’t exist, we need to find a way out…

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #fib invictus #robin finch #levi sears #penelope fletcher #aster caldwell #jacob sanders #tess mayfield #oooooooooooooo #if only he had the courage to tell someone irl #;-;#also.. penny makes me laugh like pffft none of this is real and it's all just a prank..... but also pls carry me 😳#sdkjskj

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denpa-dere · 1 year ago

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house arrest 3

afab!mc x beelzebub

description: NSFW, you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Would Beel pass the marshmallow test?

warnings: Capital B breeding kink with talks of impregnation, babies, afab reader with she/her pronouns. Talk of emotional eating. Dubcon warning!!! This one turned out sounding kind of sketch in places, but actions depicted are intended to be consensual. Size kink.

Note: reader is described as being shorter and smaller than Beel, but I tried not to go into specifics. so just scale Beel in your mind to however big he'd have to be to be significantly larger than you.

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) ||

For the past few days, Beezlebub had been eating his feelings.

He was a menace in the kitchen, he could admit it. Since breakfast three days ago, no meals were able to be prepared to completion without interference from the sixth-born. Occasionally, one of his brothers would try to separate him from the fridge where he had set up camp, but each attempt only served to make him more irritable and territorial, less like himself. It soon became clear that their efforts were not worth the struggle and creative measures were implemented to allow for some form of cookery.

Belphagor hovered as much as his fatigue would permit, worried for his twin. Left unspoken for the sake of Beel's dignity, Belphie understood intrinsically the depth of the hunger you had unlocked in his brother. It was a terrifying force to be reckoned with, one that could very easily boil over into something disastrous.

At this late hour, Beel was alone, Belphie having retreated to the attic for yet another nap. Four puddings pushed down the memory of your scent for the nth time. Twelve poisoned apples for how his hands dwarfed your tiny shoulders. A couple boxes of leftover takeout to smother your big doe eyes looking up at him before the first shove kicked off a regretful fight between his brothers.

Guilt weighed like an albatross around Beel's neck. He loved his family- you were included in that. You rounded out their group in a way that felt complete. Beel wasn't always the most articulate demon, but his feelings were genuine and acute; sometimes overwhelmingly so.

"Oh, hey."

He felt sick.

Beel twisted to see you over his shoulder, refrigerator door still halfway open. You were standing in the kitchen doorway, looking unsure, picking your fingernails. You looked so small.

"I was going to get something to drink," You said, as if you needed an excuse to be there.

He smiled at you and hoped it was reassuring, "I think there's some juice left."

"Thanks, that'll work," You returned the grin, relieved he broke the tension first. He sat the carton on the counter and stepped aside.

See? You could both be normal about this.

“I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” You mused, getting yourself a glass from the cupboard, “I’m going stir-crazy in there.”

Beel leaned against an opposite counter, “How much longer are you locked down for?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, two or three more days, maybe?” You mirrored him from across the room, “I hope Lucifer doesn’t think I’m doing this every month. Absolutely not.”

Every month.

This was going to happen every month? Indefinitely? He felt light-headed. How was he supposed to contend with this on a regular basis? A month was nothing.

“You okay?” You asked, shaking Beel from his thoughts.

“Yeah,” He replied, “Are you at least eating enough?”

“No complaints there,” You shrugged, sipping your drink, “Anyway, I should head back.”

The words came out reflexively the moment your back was turned: “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” You beamed back at him, stopping in your tracks. You were so pretty when you smiled. He felt his heart speed up.

“Can I walk you back?” He asked, knowing very well he shouldn't, but not ready to say goodbye just yet.

You hesitated for only a moment, "Yeah, I'd like that."

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Trying to keep pace with you was always a little awkward, given your much shorter stride. Beel was used to waiting up for others after a few millennia of adapting to Belphie's slothful movements. Still, the urge to scoop you up and carry you with him tugged at his fraying nerves. Would you mind? You'd let him do it before…

Even if you did mind, it'd be easy, he thought, to simply hook an arm around your waist and lift you like a fangol ball. You could wiggle and fight as much as you wanted, but realistically, you were physically no match for the most average of demons, let alone one such as himself. Especially if caught by surprise, with no time for magic (or pact orders) to level the playing field. Despite all of your time spent in the Devildom, your trusting nature left you wide open to any number of those with ill intent. It was like you refused to understand that humans were prey.

Which is why you needed to be here, with him them, Beel reminded himself. To keep you safe. Because, right now, you were all but screaming to be devoured.

Sweat dotted his brow. Maybe going with you was a mistake. Without a constant stream of food to distract himself, his thoughts were drifting to dark and unfamiliar territory. Even tucked under his arm, were you really safe? He swallowed the rapidly pooling spit in his mouth, chewing on the discomforting idea.

"Well, this is my stop," You said, breaking the uneasy silence that had formed between you. Your hand hovered on the doorknob, but neither of you moved. He was certain you could read the distress all over his face. You were good at that sort of thing.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently, twisting the handle.

"I don't know," He replied, honest as ever, "I want to spend more time with you, but I'm worried."

"That you'll hurt me?"

He nodded, "Or worse."

You seemed to consider his words carefully. You studied his expression, though what you were searching for was unclear. Finally, you shrugged as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"I'm not worried," You said, pushing open your bedroom door, "I trust you."

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Beel loved his family. He loved you.

But he could stand for there to be more of you.

It was his single-minded focus, and had been since… since however long it had been that you'd allowed him into your room, he supposed.

You entered first. You showed your back to him and he went after you, blinded by instinct. Time was fuzzy after that. Later, Beel would go through and make sense of things. Right now, with your cunt squeezing him so deliciously, the only semi-coherent thought in his head was breeding you over and over and over again.

"More, one more," He slurred almost apologetically. If he could feel the satisfaction of cumming deep inside your tight little body just one more time, then he would be sated. Maybe. Probably.

You were like jelly, eyes rolled back, reduced to wordless noises while he bounced you on his cock. Your arms hung loose around his neck, legs locked around his waist. Dark marks bloomed across your skin, purple bruises in the shape of hands and teeth despite his best efforts to keep your trust. It took everything he had not to break your soft, salty skin when he tasted you. He mouthed at whatever exposed flesh he could reach, desires and intentions blurring hopelessly together into a confusing mess.

You fell against him with a pathetic cry as another orgasm was pulled from your poor, overstimulated body. You were trembling uncontrollably. He curled protectively around you, kissing your sweat-slicked temple and murmuring sweet praise that bubbled up through his mental haze. You were taking him so well, please, just one more for him, please, one more so he could make absolutely sure you wound up carrying his babies- and why stop at one? You were going to be gorgeous pregnant, working so hard to make their family even bigger, giving him even more people to love. Fuck– he couldn't get enough of you.

He felt a tightening in his core that signaled he was close. He held you in place, bottoming out when he bucked up into you. Stretched obscenely full, your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for all he could give. You groaned something that sounded like his name muffled into his chest, your desperate keening triggering his own release. His previously rhythmic grunting built into a low growl as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into your already stuffed cunt. Beel let out a small whine feeling some of his seed dripping out around him. It wasn't fair. It all belonged to you.

A brief moment of clarity washed over him in the wake. He knew you were tired- exhausted, actually, judging by your adorable fucked-out expression. That was okay, he could help. He'd get you cleaned up and into fresh pajamas before taking you upstairs to rest together in his bed.

Consequences be damned, he was going to keep you close. He knew Belphie wouldn't mind. Besides, what if he needed more later?

#obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #x reader

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lucysarah-c · 4 months ago

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A little sneak peak from the Arranged marriage Omegaverse Alpha! Levi x Omega! Reader fic I've been working on!

Let me know what you think as I had been writing some chapters and so far this is one of my favourite scenes.

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The pressure that his fingers applied to the bridge of his nose was so strong that the pain of it overcame the migraine. Strong footsteps echoed in the corridors as cadets moved aside to make way. Since the Scouts were almost wiped out, more and more people had been joining their ranks, and Levi was not enjoying the crowded halls.

"The day I decide to call all this shit off, I'd like to see them surviving without me," Levi thought, clenching his teeth. The stress was taking a toll on him lately. The military was expanding so much, particularly the Scouts, and they simply lacked soldiers in higher positions to handle everything from mundane tasks like organizing lines to making highly important decisions regarding the Marley issue.

Swinging the door of his chambers open, his eyes fell on her. She was looking out of the window, book in hand and cat on lap, dying of boredom as if she were either waiting for rescue or for her death. His grimace was a mix of empathy and annoyance. He had insisted at least five times that she could help in the kitchen, sew uniforms, or work in the laundry room. All his proposals had fallen on deaf ears. Yes, he pitied her, closed up in his office all day and night with nothing better to do. But her privileged upbringing, which made her repulse the idea of helping with anything related to housework, rubbed him the wrong way.

And the horrendous day he was having, having to listen to all of Zeke’s demands from the other side of the damn world, was simply not helping. Slamming the door shut made her turn and look at him.

"Pack your stuff, we're moving," he spat out, already moving to his room to gather the few belongings he actually had. He threw the black trousers of his uniform out of the drawers onto the bed to pack them, regretting the decision as soon as he saw his immaculate, perfectly washed trousers covered in cat hair.

"Moving? Moving where?" Y/N jumped from her place at the window and followed him, excited. Her eyes shone brightly, feeling her prayers had been answered.

Eyes shut as tight as his clenched teeth, he took a deep breath in and out. He was fond of animals, and the white Persian cat was lovely, but the fur was something he wasn’t getting used to easily, and it just added to his day.

"Where are we moving?" she insisted, not sensing his lack of patience. "Are we finally moving to the Capital facility?"

Levi, trying to find any remaining good mood inside him, turned to his side and raised an eyebrow. "No," he said, "To the south."

The excitement dropped substantially, and she frowned at him. "We ARE in the south."

That made Levi quickly realize this was not going to be a quick and easy conversation. "No, we are in Wall Rose."

"I'm not moving to Shiganshina," she said, arms crossed, eyebrows drawn together, and her voice raising.

Levi sighed as he folded one uniform. "Lucky for you," he said, each word dripping with his remaining patience, "we're not going there."

"Then… where?"

Levi knew he should have delivered the news more gently, but he had no time to spare and no energy left to deal with her lately. "South, we're setting up a camp next to the coast. Construction has already taken place, so we'll have a room. Pack your stuff; we're leaving by horse to arrive sooner and organize everything. The luggage will be taken by carts that will probably take a week to reach."

"What?—NO!" she quickly complained, her voice filled more with tears than anger. "I don't want to go to the end of the shitty world!"

"The soldiers from Marley are already arriving, and we need to be there to make sure everything evolves as planned—"

"Aren't you listening to me?!" She screamed loudly enough for Levi to close his eyes at how it reverberated in his ears, only fueling his headache. "I'm NOT moving there. We will be in the middle of nowhere; there’s no communication with the walls. I want to be closer to my friends and family, not there."

The air began to fill with her scent, demanding she wasn’t submitting. Challenging him, and Levi felt how each breath he took through his nose was tinged with it. He had no good temper left, and her insistence on asserting dominance was the final straw. Her even daring to assert dominance over him. Her, the omega the government had saddled him with.

Turning to his right, his piercing eyes locked onto her. "Don’t," Levi ordered, his own pheromones mixing with hers and warning her. The stare of a high-breed alpha, his own body warning her that fighting with him was a bad idea. Maybe it was because he had been hearing demands from Marley soldiers and allies all day long, people challenging his authority. But Levi wasn’t going to allow an omega to step on his dominance. He had been, in his opinion, more than good and patient with her—probably more than any other alpha would have been. He wasn’t one to use his stare to force omegas to do what he wanted, but he was having none of it.

Lips trembling, fists clenching, deep frown, and her eyes struggling to keep eye contact. Fighting against her own biology, she could feel how each fiber of her body trembled in trying to maintain the resistance. Eventually, she couldn’t keep it up and looked to the side, breaking the stare and lowering her head in submission.

A long sigh left his nose as his demand withdrew once she ceased the claim. “Pack your stuff,” he ordered, lowering his voice sensing that the rebellion was over.

But it hardly was. “I’m not going. I’ll move in with my parents. I’m not going to some rotten, muddy camp in the middle of nowhere.”

Levi shook his head. “You’re coming because that’s the arrangement between your parents and the military board. So pack, and that's the end of the deal.”

“No! I don’t want to go, I’m not going to pack!”

“NO! NO! NO! NO!”

Her complaints echoed in his head as the headache pounded against his skull, his teeth clenching so hard he was even showing them. “ENOUGH!” His hand slammed against the drawer, the loudness of it ceasing all noise. The room fell silent, and the scared cat ran to hide under the bed.

Levi finally turned to fully face her. “We are going to do this whether you like it or not,” his voice harsh and leaving no room for interruptions. “It can be the easy way or the hard way.”

Raising his hand in the air, showing three fingers. “I have a meeting, and in three hours I’ll come back and pick you up. Either you pack and get ready for when I return, or you don’t pack and not only will you be in a shitty, muddy camp at the end of the world stuck with me, but you’ll do it without any of your fancy stuff. And I warn you, there are no stores there.”

As he left the room with the same urgency he came in, he said, “You choose!”

But as the door was slamming shut, a cadet interrupted him. “Ehm… Captain?” The tremble in the kid’s voice indicated he sensed the environment was not conducive to another demand. “Commander Hange needs a signature?”

“Fuck off!”

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snk-warriors · 3 months ago

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Can't Stay Away

Levi Ackerman x F! Reader

Summary: After the war ended, Levi finds himself at a familiar doorstep.

Warnings: Bittersweet angst, smut, not proofread

A/N: This blog is still officially inactive, but this story is a little gift for my dear friend @antivan-dragon. It was a joy to write it for you! <3

This is wrong.

He shouldn't be here - not after everything that had happened.

How long has it been, ten years? More?

It's hard to tell when you're used to live from moment to moment. Never knowing whether the current day might be your last really messes up one's perception of time.

All Levi's sure of is that the brief time he had allowed himself with you was the happiest he's ever been - than he ever thought to be capable of.

And yet, from his very first breath, his fate was clear: To him, living had always been a fight. Whether it was in the underground for food and safety, or against titans and humans alike under the clear sky mattered very little in the great concept of things.

The only home he's ever known was on the battlefield - until he met you, at least.

And still, Levi went back to the frontlines again and again and again because it's all he's ever known, the power he's born with a burdening duty upon the weak...

...but what place does a soldier have now, in a society without war?

This is what he fought for, right? To achieve peaceful times. Avenge his fallen comrades, honor his commander and protect as many people as possible from the unnecessary suffering this cruel world eventually provided.

Protecting you, first and foremost.

Your wellbeing has always been his greatest priority, and yet at the same time Levi was the one responsible for so much misery. Back then he convinced himself it was for the better, that he was doing you a favor by removing himself from your life.

In the end, all that's left for him now is the bitter feeling of regret.

Levi was aware that you would've waited for him, no matter how long it'd take until his return...

...but he was certain that his death was inevitable - a sacrifice he'd gladly take if it'd meant ensuring you a long and fulfilled life. And even if the impossible case of his survival would occur, he'd be a different man by then.

Ultimatively, he has become exactly this: Unlike you remember him, and definetly nothing close to what you deserved.

Maybe even in different circumstances he could never live up to the expectations he had set in himself - at least when it came to you.

But he felt as if you were like pure sunlight and he was a moth, drawn to it. No, he was the moon - selfishly absorbing and covering your brightness.

So, in order to make things easier for you, he pushed you away despite his soul screaming for him to stay at your side until humanity would reduce itself to ashes.

When no words would dring through to your devoted self, he announced an engagement to Petra, efficiently shattering your heart in the process.

Nothing Levi had ever done was as hard a task.

Given time however you'd find someone worthy to give you the life he longed for so deeply but never could, at least that's what he thought...

...yet when he heard that you never married even after all this time, his rationality stands no chance against the aching of his own loneliness.

Just to look how you've been he told himself on the way, and for an overdue apology.

Your little cottage on the outskirts of Wall Rose still looks as if he never left. It always smelled of lavender and honey, and whatever you were baking at the time.

Levi switched from the wheelchair to his cane, still able to walk by himself at least for a short distance. Only a few stairs separated the two of you, and it was the longest he's ever took - not because of his disability, but rather to gather all of his courage.

Facing his enemies was a piece of cake compared to this right now.

Though it felt wrong to do so he peeked through the window, his face twitching into an almost-smile as he finally laid eyes upon you again. The inside was cleaned spotless as always, neatly yet minimalistic decorated. You on the other hand were currently preparing some pastries, contently humming to yourself.

It felt like he never left.

What about you, he wondered. Had there been others after him? What was your life like these days? He wants to know everything.

That goddamn cat was still alive as it seems, curiously pricking up it's ears as it recognized the familiar - altough mangled - face. You and him had argued a lot about letting feral animals into your home, due to Levi's concern for hygiene and especially that damn fur everywhere in the house.

One glare from the man and it hissed, jumping down from the front porch and bolting into the forrest. Shit.

Living alone and isolated from civilization was dangerous, especially for a single woman. So it was no wonder how hyper-aware you still are, immediately swinging the door open with a clocked rifle.

Oh, how much he missed that side of you. The perfect combination of cute but deadly.

"Levi..." His features immediately softened at the sound of your voice. To him that name had been reduced to a battle cry, something for his enemies to curse and his superiors yelled to wield their human weapon around.

But coming out of your mouth, he could listen to it all day even if it was just to hurl insults at him.

Instead you put your welcoming arms around him before the weapon even dropped to the ground, heartwrenching sobs echoing against the pinewoods. "God, Levi, you-you're back. You're finally back...I-I knew you'd come!"

The former Captain should be relieved, and frankly, he is - nevertheless, things shouldn't be this way.

He had left so you could live...and you simply didn't.

This wasn't fair. And it drove him insane. There was an immense fury at the pit of his stomach at the realization that his withhold was for nothing, that you had wasted both of your lifetimes through your stubbornness.

You should have found yourself a man that could give you a family, a stable life, goddamn it the whole fucking world shall you ask!

However the sheer fact that he was finally able to breathe the same air as you again overshadowed any grudge with pure gratitude.

His whole life Levi had been was a dedicated, dutiful combatant, unquestioning to his orders. Now that the war was over, there was nothing left for him to do, nowhere left to go.

This one time, he'll allow himself to be selfish.

A hand on the back of your neck pulled you to close the remaining distance between the two of you, sealing his mute promises with a longdue kiss.

Levi had kissed you before - always rough and demanding. That's how things were between you, after all: He came to your home solely to get a taste of what normalcry, being human, was like, just to disappear after having realized his mistake.

If it meant he'd stay in your life, if only feebly, that was more than enough for you.

But this kiss...it was different. Tender, savouring, unwilling to pull away even tor so much as breathing air.

When your lips finally parted, you placed another, small peck to the corner of his lips. Your hands reached for his face, cupping it on both sides as if to make sure he's really there.

For a moment he pulls back, doubting his decision.

After all, the man in front of you was a shell of his former self, old and disfigured and broken. Petra was long since dead, you'd heard about the tragic circumstance.

He never wanted to give you the impression that you were just a last resort for when everyone else had forsaken him.

Noticing his internal struggle - an amazing talent only you possessed, since his expression was as still as a statue - you clutch the fabric of his shirt, gently tugging him inside. He has to lean onto you for support, stumbling into the all-too-familiar room.

You feel calloused hands on your body, caressing every inch of your exposed skin and sliding under your clothes. "Tell me to stop" he speaks breathlessly, sternly, "And I will."

Instead you frantically shake your head as you moan into his ear, one leg wrapping around his waist as he pushed you against the wall, busying yourself with rising blood on the skin of your neck. Fuck, he's missed your scent.

"B-Bed" you manage to wring out as his hand slips under your skirt, fingertips tracing the wet spot between your legs. He was eager, intoxicated one might say, but you could clearly feel how his own legs were close to giving in.

The thrill of the moment was briefly overshadowed by the humiliation of his new reality. In the past he would've taken you anywhere in the house, would've been able to lift you up and throw you onto the mattress if you so desired.

Another jab at his conscience that he'll never be good enough for you. If only he knew this was the way you'd always wanted him: Slow, passionate, caring...

"Don't worry about me" he speaks nonchalantly, yet the determination in his glare makes you shiver. Levi dropped to his knees just like that, his hands wandering upwards each of your legs. "Let me worship you."

You half-laugh, half-whine when he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your upper thigh, remembering how much he loved leaving little marks like love-letters on your skin. Old habits die hard, even when trying to be gentle.

Without hesitating, Levi twirls his fingers around the hem of your already dripping panty, pulling it down just enough to put his mouth to work. His teasing made you a whimmering mess, taking his time tracing kisses around the area close enough to feel his breath on your clit.

"Shi-it, Levi!" you let out a scream as his tongue slid along your folds, muffling your own noises by a hand on your mouth until Levi tugs at your arms. "I need to hear you, love. It's been too long."

And so you did, begging and moaning shamelessly as Levi ate you out like a man starving, palming himself through his trousers with eyes never leaving yours.

Hearing you like this made something in him snap, and yet you tugged on his hair, tugging him away just before you'd fall apart in front of him. "Not like this" you pant heavily, head spinning from lust, "I need you. Completely."

He simply nods at the request, unable to keep his hands from you even the short way to your bedroom. Your gown fell to the floor as he watched, a low groan escaping his closed mouth at the sight.

Time sure had taken a toll on both of you, he thinks as his knuckles brushed along your cheek, diving in your features that had slowly faded in his memory over the years...

...but your eyes, those damn beautiful orbs that showcased the love you held for him, they didn't change a bit.

And their effect on him was also still the same.

Before you first met he was sure that all those hardships had turned his heart into stone, but now this yearning had become a dagger he desperately wanted to pull out, make his heart bleed in reverence.

Levi was a man that spoke through actions, however.

Your fingers intertwined when he aligned himself with your entrance, searching your face to which you gave a permissing nod. He entered you carefully, adoring every microexpression, every reaction of yours when he started at a slow pace.

Even in his current state, his skill lacked nothing from his former peak: It was as if you could feel his hands and lips were everywhere at once, hitting all of your weak spots as if your body was a map he had learned by heart.

"I love you."

Your pupils were blown wide at his declaration, those words you had already long since made peace with to never hear coming out of his mouth.

A look that could only be described as pure affection plastered on his face, kissing along your collarbone up to your ear. "I love you, Y/N" he speaks again, more firmly now and smiling sincere as never before now that this self-inflicted weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. "Always did."

Tears dwelled in your eyes, vocal cords lost their ability to form anything else than sobs and moans as your lips found his again, smiling against his mouth.

Words were never needed when it came to the bond of you and Levi, after all.

As his thrusts became more clumsy, ragged breaths whispering sweet affirmations barely audible to your ear, burying his hips against your pelvis as he rode you through your high. He followed closely after you came undone, stiling above you without any intend to leave this sweet escape he found in your arms.

Your hands rested on his shoulder blades when he felt safe enough to collapse in front of you, his head lying on your chest as your heartbeat soothed him just like back then.

He was alive. And you were his.

"Please" you sniveled, anxiety preventing you to endulge in the afterwaves of your ebbing high, "Never leave again."

You clung to him for dear life, limbs entangled as if he was just a pleasant dream that would disappear as soon as you dared letting go.

That moment Levi made an oath to himself: No matter his insecurities, for the rest of his life he'd dedicate to become the man you see in him.

There was a lot to make up for.

"If you'll have me."

#attack on titan #levi x reader #levi / reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman / reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #writing #fanfiction #self insert

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sunarc · 5 months ago

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for your ask game I am requesting discipline! I gotta know

A/N: Anything dealing with discipline i eat that shit up

He’s honestly shocked yet intrigued by you and your actions. You wore a tight skirt so small that the undercups of your ass were visible for anyone in the vicinity to see. He’s not typically a jealous person but seeing you swaying your hips back and forth, bending over to show the pink panties you were wearing left him fuming. He was willing to let it all go but you had to take it a mile too far when he turned away for just a second only to turn back and find you flirting with some guy who looked as if he couldn’t find your eyes but easily was able to navigate where your chest was. He couldn’t help but see red watching some stranger attempt to steal you away.

“I think you may have lost your mind” his voice was a deep low tone.

He held you over his lap, skirt pushed up exposing your ass while your panties laid on the ground covered in your slick.

“Don’t worry though my sweet I’ll help you find it.”

His hand massaged roughly against your ass paired with hard smacks. Your body jolted forward each time his hand connected leaving you a crying mess but you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret your actions. Somehow the stings of his slaps felt so good yet hurt so much.

“I'm so sorry, I swear i didn’t mean-” your words were cut off by a yelp as he landed another smack to your ass.

“Oh don’t be sorry now.” He slid two fingers into your entrance, sinking them in slowly.

You let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of being full.

“You weren’t sorry when you were bending over showing your pussy print.” his vulgar words went straight to your core.

You wanted to feel sorry, you truly did, but between his fingers rocking into you touching all the right spots and the smacks to your ass that left you so wet you were damn near making a puddle on his lap you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad.

“So fucking wet” his voice was angry “You must like getting me riled up like this. You enjoy getting treated like a filthy slut don't you?”

You whined in reply not wanting to speak up. He pulled his hands free, slapping your ass smiling at the recoil.

“Answer me” he demanded

“Yes yes I love it so much” you cried

His heart practically was beating out of his chest hearing you whine about how much you loved getting punished. He couldn’t help the way his pants tightened at your words.

“If you love it so much then why don’t I hear you thanking me?”

As if on command a string of slurred thankyous spilled past your lips. Wanting nothing more than to please him you cried out an endless string of words you knew he wanted to hear. His fingers continued massaging your gummy walls, exploring parts of your body you could never reach.

“Thats it, make sure you remember, he gripped you by the neck pulling you up so his lips were near your ear “Im the only one who could ever make you feel this good, and dont ever forget it”

Daichi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Crocodile, Mihawk, Getou, Nanami, Levi, Erwin

#daichi smut #kita smut #iwaizumi smut #crocodile smut #mihawk smut #geto smut #nanami smut #levi smut #erwin smut

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leafzu · 11 months ago

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What if Levi left the Survey Corps and ran away with you, far away. Where no one would find the two of you. Only you and him. Living life in peace and solace.

Levi quits the Survey Corps for you after the encounter with the female titan. He lost too much and many important people. He doesn’t wanna lose you too and spend the rest of his life in regret. The world he lives in is cruel. And he wants to spend the remaining time of his life with you, some place far away. Just the two of you.

Levi and you leave quietly one dawn. The sun had yet to rise. It was the perfect time. You both take whatever’s important to you and leave on his horse which he brought back with him from the Corps.

Levi and you settle in a quiet countryside much far away from the Corps or any place that might hold trouble. Move in a cottage big enough for the two of you.

Levi and you open a tea shop together. He makes tea while you bake. Sure, it’s not much, but as long as you both are together, nothing else matters to him.

Levi and you hold each other close every night. This is what he always dreamed of. Your fingers playing with his soft hair, his hands around your waist. You know he has trouble sleeping and his insomnia won’t go away in a day. But still, with you by his side every night, Levi now sleeps better than before.

Levi and you both know how cruel this world is. How uncertain and unpredictable things are. Yet, you both long for that one thing silently. Neither has the courage to bring it up. Worried what the latter might think.

Levi was the first to break the silence.

“How do you feel…about..” “About?,” You tilt your head in confusion. Nervousness swallows him whole. “Levi?”

“Starting a family.”

He wanted this for so long.

Levi while being in a relationship with you, before marrying you, would think about the possibility of you two starting a family. Having a baby. But alas, he always pushed it far in the back of his mind. The world you both live in, bringing an innocent child here? That would be selfish. He didn’t have any childhood let alone a good one. But.. would it really be selfish?

Levi is so much in love with you. He loves you so much that, he wants to share a life with you. Build a family. A family to call his own. His own precious world. Was he being selfish? Was it too much to ask for?

Levi’s heart fluttered when you said yes.

Levi would go against the world for you. You’re his world. He would give up anything and everything just to be with you, for you. The love he has for you is just incomparable to anything in this world.

This world was cruel, yet beautiful. He had you by his side. Sure the days weren’t easy, but both of you tried your best to make it to the next day together.

Levi’s heart stopped the day you told him the news. You were expecting. No, you both were expecting. It felt surreal to him. Like a dream. A very good one. Too good in fact.

Levi’s tight embrace around you expressed his happiness and the warmth he was feeling. He was holding his whole world in his arms.

Levi buried his head on your neck and pulled you closer to him, afraid to let go. He was happy, truly happy. But also scared. This was something too good to happen to him.

Levi who vowed from that day onward that he will protect you and your little one with his whole life. The world was dangerous, but he would make sure his little one doesn’t experience the same fate as him.

Levi who doesn’t let you lift a finger in your current state. Heavy lifting? Absolutely not. He’ll do that. Laundry? Done. Cooking? He’s a good cook so, don’t worry. Just lay down and rest.

Levi who always gets you your cravings no matter what time of the day it is. Be it midnight or early hours of the morning he’s always ready.

Levi who falls in love with you all over again. Watching you carry and grow his child, both of yours child is like something magical to him. It’s like you’re glowing. You had that fresh and vibrant aura that Levi can’t get enough of. You looked so so beautiful. Was it the motherhood glow or his undying love for you? Levi doesn’t know, he just knows whatever it is, he loves you so much and the life you’re carrying.

Levi who showers you with affection. Carrying a child isn’t easy. The journey was both a mixture of joy and hardship. And Levi was with you through it all.

Levi who holds you when you cry in the middle of the night because you couldn’t sleep. You wanted to, but couldn’t. Your body was so tired, but the baby wouldn’t stop kicking. He holds you against his chest, one hand intertwined with yours and the other running softly through your hair. Sometimes he would rub your belly to soothe it. And when you would fall asleep he would still be awake, making sure you’re okay. Sleep wasn’t important to him. You were. And your little one.

Levi who drops everything from his hands when he comes back home to you writhing in pain. “Levi..,” you cry out in pain. “Help…me-”

Levi who is with you during your labor. Holding your hand tightly and giving you words of encouragement and praises. “Almost there.” “You’re doing so well.” “Just a little more, I know you can do it” “you’re so strong.”

Levi who freezes when he hears the cries of his newborn.

“It’s a girl.”

Levi kisses your forehead wiping away the tears you cried and sweat you had to break to give birth to your little girl. Whispering infinite ‘thank yous’. His forehead on yours.

“I love you.”

Levi who cries for the first time after a long time when he holds his tiny little girl in his arms. She was so soft, so warm and so tiny. So delicate that he was afraid, afraid of hurting her.

Levi who melts when his baby girl coos and nuzzles into his arms. She was now someone very special and precious to him. Someone he vowed to protect with everything he had. He gently kisses her tiny forehead. “I’m so in love with you, tiny brat.”

Levi always thought he would end up alone in his life. His mother left him at an early age. Kenny didn’t stick around for long. His two closest friends died and he couldn’t do anything. And so he quit the survey corps. Because he wanted you. He wanted to spend his remaining days with you. He didn’t want to see his hands stained in the blood of his comrades and innocent youths dying.

Levi who wrapped his one arm around you while the other held his tiny little girl. Your head on his chest and you poked the little one’s cheeks. “She looks exactly like you. I love that.” And indeed she did. The little one was a copy of her father. The nose, the lips, her hair, everything. Everything except, “The eyes are yours.”

“I love your eyes.”

Levi loves you eternally. His life felt meaningless at one point to him, losing people close to him. But you brought meaning to that life. Before, Levi would only fight to live, to protect. He had a duty towards the people inside the walls. An oath to keep to Erwin. A responsibility towards his squad. But now, he fights everyday so that he can live, for you and your daughter. He fights everyday so that he can see you and your precious one. He wants to be with you. To grow old with you and watch his little one grow.

Levi wasn’t alone anymore. He has a family, someone to love and cherish for the rest of his life. He has you.

And you are all he ever wants.

I love you Levi. Happy Birthday 🍮 ᥫ᭡

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