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ackermonie · 2 years

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like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

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levmada · 1 year

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summary: You have an interesting gift in mind for Levi’s birthday—a game of sorts.

And that gift? You.

wc: 6.3k

content/warnings: switch(but mostly sub)!Levi, copious mommy kink, impact play (f!receiving), edging, toys (cock cage; cock ring; vibrator), begging, degradation+praise, modern!au, LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, humping, rough sex, one use of ‘babyboy’, dry orgasm, brief subspace (m!receiving), panties as a gag, lingerie, dirty talk

a/n: this is one of the hottest fics i’ve written i think :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYBOY LOML LIGHT OF MY DAYS.

Levi straddles your hips. With a whispered flutter, his meticulously pressed work shirt drops on the bed behind him.

As he eagerly crawls on top of you, you fold your hands behind your head, smiling girlishly. There's nothing special about Levi getting home from work today, except that his birthday is a week from now.

But that's exactly what's special about it.

"What're you smiling about?" he remarks.

You just keep smiling. Further, his brow puckers as you make no move to touch him—not even to lean up. When he goes down to kiss you, you return it only chastely.

Eyeing you, he kisses again and again, but you refuse to let him deepen it. That's not like you. He leans back, and palms through your panties. You're wet, but all he gets is you nibbling your lip.

He deadpans. "What do you think you're doing?"

That's the question you were waiting for—have been waiting for since this morning when you came up with this.

You lean up, and reverently kiss his forehead, then his lips. You can barely contain your excitement. "I have an idea for a birthday gift. One you'll like," you whisper.

A stranger on the street would care more about his birthday than Levi himself, and that's how you hooked him in. A mistake. He was a fool, in earnest, to agreeing to the game you made up. Between now and his birthday, you'd tease and edge him so that when the day came, he'd receive an incredible gift: you.

The condition? Obviously he was to be deprived of you. He'd soon realize he couldn't just not handle that, but after he agreed, you took out the cage. Flawless stainless steel traps his cock. It squeezes the bottom of his balls, so there's not a chance in hell he can get some relief at any time, let alone come. It's deceptively ornate, square cells just enough to let him receive the bare minimum of stimulation. A long silver line arcs down from his balls, and ends at an especially mocking opening at the tip.

He hates this fucking thing.

As soon as you looked up from between his legs, smiling in that devious way that never fails to strike the fear of god in him—frustration was already alive and rising in him. What he thought at first to be an interesting game that would make him appreciate his birthday more would be much more challenging than he thought.

No attention below the belt for the next week. No squeezes or stroking. You might as well be teenage lovebirds taking it steady.

Another reason he agreed was that he had confidence in his own self-discipline. He prided himself on it. A week without sex was going to be no big challenge—not even that painful.

The first night wasn't so bad. The next morning (six damn days to go), he found himself squirming and huffing from the innocent pressure of your backside pressed back against his pelvis. You were still asleep for fucks sakes.

His lips would gravitate towards your neck, his hands to your waist, or your soft tits that threatened to spill over your bra as you dressed for errands in the afternoon.

Little by little, he finds his self-control wilting.

So as it turns out, the man with the endless patience doesn't last three days before there's an incident. At every turn, you gently and coyly wiggled away from his advances with an encouraging reminder that he "only" had five more days to go.

That evening, Levi had been oddly avoidant after he got home from work—silent treatment and all. All you heard was a thanks for dinner before he padded upstairs, seemingly intent on making you cave.

But you watched him go with a placid smile, because he was the one getting edged, not you. Even though it wasn't nearly the same... you've kept yourself satisfied enough with a vibrator so far.

But you didn't like his attitude.

Not that you planned to be cruel. This was a gift after all—or it culminated in one. If he was so grouchy already... you ought to take pity on him.

In the depths of your bedroom, you took an extra minute in the bathroom to retrieve what you needed.

The flick of the lightswitch turning off, the whine of the bathroom door opening. You let it idle, and then crawled into bed, faced with Levi's back. He was practically hanging off the opposite side for maximum attitude.

"You're that mad at me?" you ask, faking offense. "No cuddles?"

As you thought, he's awake. His voice rings out solid and clear. "Too horny to let you have your way with me."

You gape at the phrasing, laughing soundlessly, and begin to squirm over. Your right hand is occupied, making it difficult. "Don't be like that. Say the word, and I'll free you... Tell me your gift isn't fun."

He peers at you over his shoulder with a petulant expression. He's pouting. "It's torture."

"For nooww..."

He turns back with a huff.

"I mean it. Maybe I've left you too high and dry," you acquiesce with a voice of silk, and drape yourself up against his back, like two spoons in a drawer. "You need a little attention, huh?"

Levi slowly relaxes in your arms as you speak. He feels himself caving in without hesitation. The idea of a touch to melt off some of the ache raging below. His dick has been interested since you creeped up behind him.

"You're still not allowed to come."

His stomach sinks, but the feeling the rubber head of something—the good vibrator—pressed against the front of his fluffy flannel pants makes that dread evaporate. You have him tensing all over again, mashing his cheek in the pillow, already horny. Horny enough to hump this thing whether you turn it on or not.

You stroke the length of his crotch with the dull head, but it isn't on. "Would this help?"

He pins his lip between his teeth and sinks back into your arms. He feels feverish all over. Will this get him anywhere? No. Would it help? "Yes," he whispers hotly. "Do it."

To his utter surprise, you cycle up to the higher vibrations right away. Gasping, he clings onto the pillow, tugging it to his face for some damn thing to hold onto while the thick vibrations coat his cock. It strains in the cramped cage, pulling a whine out of him. He grinds into it fitfully as you murmur and coo in his ear.

"Mm." His hips kick into the vibrations without his consent, making him swell more, making the ache seethe.

It's fucking evil.

You stroke the toy up and down his shaft under thick layers of fabric, probing his swollen, full balls, even. Little teasing jolts shoot up his cock.

"Is that better, baby?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He's willing to do or say anything to make you break after the silent treatment got him this far. A weak moan is punched from him as he says, "More, c'mon, just a little... lemme come, mommy... Fucking one time."

That name. That will work on you. It always works on you.

"That's cheating, sweetie."

That's not even an answer. Because he already knows what it's going to be.

Fuming, he whines miserably and pushes back into your arms as the vibrations swallow up his tip and circle rapidly—again, cut off through the fabric. Doesn't help that it was already wet, so now there's a bigger mess. Dammit, he'll need a shower.

"Fuck you."

"You know who whines and complains when they don't get their gifts before Christmas?" you ask lightly. "Dirty brats."

Fuck it. When his hand shoots down and tries to bury the head of the toy deeper between his thighs, you promptly wrench it away from his grasp and switch it off.

"Fucking. Dammit," he grunts. He squirms in vain, squeezing his thighs together has his heartbeat pounds in his fucking dick. That does nothing of course. The ache is fucking unbearable, but nothing's going to make it better until he gets this thing off, which is still days away.

He's weak. He swears. He has never once in his life looked forward to his birthday... until now.

You whisper sweet nothings as you peck his jaw and the shell of his ear until he gathers his breaths, and once again relaxes in your arms. This time in defeat.

He's not actually resenting you, he doesn't doubt that this will be a great gift or whatever mushy terms you put it in—and in fact, it is making him look forward to his birthday—but his cock doesn't care. He needs you now.

The hours creep into sunsets creep into one day, then two, closer to Christmas and his birthday. He abides by your shared routine as normal as normally as he possibly can when, majority of the time, he's burning and delirious. He needs to come whenever you so much as hug him when he gets home from work. He needs to come when you embrace him from behind. When you shower, he pictures himself invading the bathroom and pushing you to your knees.

He never realized before, but they're too short, the goodbye and hello kisses in general. Kisses at this point are all he has.

The 24th arrives, somehow, and somehow you roped him into watching a Christmas movie together—something from your childhood you both end up watching every year—cuddled up close on the sofa. He can barely focus, but he can't say no to the attention, even the bare minimum. A movie distracts him a little from his dizzying desire.

But then, you decide to play with him. For the past week, you've danced around teasing him—swinging your hips when you so much as you cross the kitchen to grab something he needs, sleeping in those skimpy pajama shorts despite it being the middle of winter... but Christmas Eve is different.

Behind him, you've been stroking his chest for the past fifteen minutes, occasionally catching on his hardened nipples. He fucking loves your hand. And your lips, pressing to his neck in random places when he doesn't know it's coming. He's as hard as a rock.

You do it again, and flick his nipple at the same time. He moans under his breath, craning his neck to give you a little more space, begging wordlessly. The thick outline made stiffer by the wretched cage is pitiful to the point of shame.

You peer over his shoulder.

"You're so hard..."

"Please..." he whispers, stretching the word out as you stroke the soft slopes of his chest. His cheeks feel hot. He rocks his hips rock fitfully, up into nothing. "Fucking loosen it or something."

You cradle his hot cheek lovingly, a touch he easily leans into, pinning your palm to the sofa underneath so you can't go away. "Don't want me to touch?"

"No! It's gonna be fuckin' worse, 'cause you're not gonna let me."

He presses his thighs together without thinking. He feels lost in you, an endless burning pool. Relief is nowhere to be found. If you don't touch him, though, he's pretty sure his dick will fall off.

You play with the idea of giving in now. There are about a dozen other things planned for his birthday—with and without friends—but you know now what's going to take priority. There's not a chance he's going to demand his gift any later than the moment he wakes up.

Hm.

"Stay here, m'kay?"

He's cautiously skeptical. "For what?"

"It's your birthday-eve, right?" You kiss him. "How about an early gift?"

Levi has a feeling this "gift" will be more for you than him. You're fucking with him. This is a joke.

He nods.

You wiggle out from behind him, and stand. Levi shamelessly stares at your ass as your form retreats.

Then you call over your shoulder, "Pants off, by the way."

He gets chills down his spine, squeezing his eyes shut against the heat that's replaced the blood in his veins. Hell. If you promised to let him come under the condition to lick your shoe and hump on it, he would. He would.

He shoves, then kicks down both his stretchy bottoms and briefs at the same time, causing him to sigh in both relief and frustration.

He can't help but glance at the debauched state he's in. It looks like the cage is barely containing his swollen cock, bulging against the steel, colored like an over-ripe strawberry. A pathetic amount of cum has welled up in the iron at the tip. He lifts his hips, and moans weakly.

He tilts his head back. Just staring kills him. He's so fucking trapped, he needs it, but at the same time, the knowledge that he's playing an active part in his gift—besides the fact that this gift will end in him finally coming his brains out—burns desire and satisfaction into him like a brand. You're his gift.

Ages later. He can't quit from nibbling on his lip with the return of the whispered sound of your socks against hardwood. A tiny thrill shoots through his stomach, which grows into a bird's feather brushing his insides as he spots the opaque ring fit for his cock. In stainless steel (just like the cage), it's intimidating. He inches his legs wider.

You smile knowingly, sweetly, even, and crawl on top of him, evenly straddling his wide thighs. your eyes rake the sight of his cock trapped in the tight steel.

You're staring. Involuntarily, he drapes his arm over his face, and waits.

"I'll take this off..." you trace one of the silver cells. "...And replace it with the ring instead. You've really turned into a little slut this week. You've been so pitiful, so miserable, huh."

"…Uh-huh."

"Are you a slut, Levi?"

He sinks his teeth into his arm. "Mhm. Your. Slut," he whispers.

"That's right."

He moans as your thumb flirts with the locking mechanism, and curls his toes. Tears involuntarily rise and sting his closed eyes.

"But you're more than that—you're the birthday boy. You're lucky I love you so much, hm?"

As the pressure starts to relent, and give little by little, he finds himself nodding like a bobblehead, breaths rushing in and out. "Uh-huh. I am I am..."

"Look at me, babyboy."

When you use that name, he has to. He pries his eyes open and peers up through his heavy lashes. At least you don't look totally ambivalent—your eyes are like pools of lust.

"You've been a good boy. Wanna fuck my thighs? For a little while?"

You ask like there's a chance he'll say no. His eyes widen comically. The way his cock chooses that moment to throb is disarming, fucking humiliating, but he doesn't wait to feel the shame.

Yes. Yes. Your warm, cushy thighs, hugging and rubbing on his dick. It's not your mouth and far from the squeeze of your pussy, but he'll take anything. Anything.

"Then don't move." Your hands float over to his raised hips. "Not the slightest twitch. If I hear a single sound, then you don't get anything."

He grinds his teeth into dust. With some effort, he forces his hips to lower and nods, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths and readies himself. Not a twitch, not a sound.

The metal dully clinks as you release him, and his slit oozes cum. He's freed.

A whine instantly builds in his chest, but he locks his throat and reels from the blunted surge of relief. He keeps his eyes shut. If he watches your hands flit around so close to his needy cock, a sound will escape for sure.

That almost happens anyway when your fingers brush his shaft. Then a new, chilling metal is worked down his cock. It tightens severely, squeezing his base and choking his heavy balls. As his toes curl, he bites his fist. The harsh wrinkle between his brows deepens.

"Not too tight?"

In two measured movements, he shakes his head.

No. But. He wants to break out of this position—shoot up and pin you down with your feet behind your head, tear off your panties and shove right in. He bets you're wet. He can already taste it. Soft silky pussy on him. All that fucking heat massaging, cradling, sucking in his fat, needy cock. That sounds like the birthday gift of a lifetime and what he needs right. Fucking—

Your hand comes down hard from the side, slapping his tip. A cry leaps up in his throat. He kills it at the last second, but to do it he has to throw his head back. It hurt so fucking good.

"That's no, mommy."

He shudders, sobbing dryly. "No, mommy."

"That's better." You soothe the tremors in his thighs with your hands. "But you still moved."

His stomach plummets into the abyss. He rips his elbow off his face and gawks at you. "What? That's not fucking fair."

"You needed to be disciplined. You moved. Your fault." You raise a brow. "A gift isn't good if it's badly wrapped, right? If I just let you get away with whatever you want, then..."

"I get it," he groans, and starts to squirm. "Off. You're evil."

You pin your lips between your teeth to stave off a smirk. "Evil enough not to watch the rest of the movie with me?"

Levi is nowhere near calm enough to be able to fall asleep and make tomorrow come faster. He grunts, sits up, and snatches his clothes off the floor.

He grumbles, "Cuddle. Now."

After the night before, it happens just as you predicted. You're not surprised at all that you wake up early to grey light penetrating the bedroom, and heavy breathing in your ear. He clings to your back, so you get every heavy inch pushed up against your backside.

"You already want your present?" you croon sleepily. He's humping feverishly and holding on tight, as if he's been at this for several minutes.

"Didn't sleep," he whispers, practically pinning you to his chest now that you're awake. His lips bury in your neck. "Every time I did, I just dreamed about fucking you."

Oh. You shudder against him, and curve your back so he has more to rub up against. "You dreamed about your birthday present."

His teeth sink in, nipping and kissing. "Ngh, mm-hm. I need you. S'that what you wanna hear? I even... made the gift better."

"Oh?" You're fully awake. "You didn't have to do that."

You reach behind and sink your fingers in his hair. To encourage him even more, slowly, you grind your ass back on his crotch, and feel your lower half throb as his breaths immediately starts to tremble.

He's close again... but he won't admit it. Really, he's been close for days.

"Mm. If you wanna see, then gimme my fucking gift."

He didn't even need to say it once.

You shuffle around in his arms, pressing him back, and Levi goes like putty in your hands. He spreads his legs wide, leaning up into your palm as it spreads over his chest, adorned in a wool sweater. You play with his nipples, and feel the hints of a coarse texture underneath, but it has to be sheer for his nipples to still poke through like this.

He begs you with his hazy eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm giving it to you." Placing a hand on his fiery cheek, a doting expression on your face, has him leaning into it. You'll miss that. Between his legs, next to nothing is left up to the imagination despite the plush pajama bottoms.

You lick your lips. "Is it your gift from last year?"

"Find out," he rasps, leaning his hips up.

Your chest lifts. You push down on the swollen bulge between his legs, feeling for the firmer outline of the ring. If it weren't for that he would've come just humping you in his sleep. Once or more. You hum.

But you don't idle, you skip the foreplay. It's finally his birthday, and Levi deserves his gift.

You shove his sweater up and over his toned abdomen. Nothing here besides the gorgeous view you know already. "Arms up."

He yanks it over his head just as fast, revealing skimpy, lacy, snow-white. A brazier hugs his big chest tight and shows shameless cleavage at the same time. His blushing nipples are just visible to your hungry eyes.

His arms lay above his head to give you the best view from where you're sitting, awaiting your reaction.

"Oh," leaves you in a big breath. "Oh, you're so beautiful." Your fingertips dance along the frills flared out at the shoulders. "You're gorgeous."

He turns flustered, flinches almost. His cheeks darken into the color of cherries. "There's more."

You shuffle down his body, and drop between his legs. Unlike all those other days, you don't bother hiding how wet you really are because of him, from the sight of him alone.

"Up."

He lifts his bottom up as his fists squeeze above his head. He could use his hands as freely as he wants, though—it must be ingrained in him now to submit to you. It's incredibly sweet.

As you peel off his sweatpants, hot ache rises in you.

Anticipation balloons in Levi's stomach.

The skirt—it's flawlessly stitched to look like a skirt—is really a frilly white thong to match the brazier. It only leave the tops of his thighs and hips to the imagination, and none of his cock. It looks ready to split the soft silk, added by the wet spot darkening the snowy white to a faint grey. He looks fucking delicious. Tiny bows even decorate the sides, beside his hips.

More syrupy warmth oozes into your panties. You're so captivated that down, even further, you miss the kneesocks at first. They're as thin and silky as his panties, and the same shade of snow. Ruffled frills and lace, stitched in shapes to look like flowers, decorate the tops of his knees. You trace the delicate design, and he inhales. As low as they ride, thick pale flesh still spills over the tops of them.

You fold his knees back to watch them wave in the air, the little pair of panties, his pretty cock and his shapely plump ass. You drink him all in, the full view of your precious husband already undone and whining shamelessly underneath for you to make him come.

To, "F-Fucking do something."

Oh, you're dying to, but you don't want to see him without that frilly little skirt. You tug down the waistband just enough to free his engorged cock, which slaps his navel with no preamble. A low moan of relief falls out of his open mouth.

He squirms. You feel a little pity for him. His hard-on looks painful by this point. Despite the ring, he's made a mess of himself so his cock seems to shine, and make him even more enticing. He's not just swollen, but his flushed cock and even redder tip is engorged above his fat balls. The black ring hugging the base looks extremely out of place.

Above, his brows are pinched, lips parted to show a tease of his pink tongue. "Mommy," he mumbles weakly.

You pin his hips with your knees—having long-since sensed his desperation—and scoop up his heavy balls in one hand. Pearls of cum have dribbled all the way down, leaving them easy to squeeze and massage.

"Fuck!" he gasps. His head tilts back as his hips immediately try to leap up, pinned in place by you. "Fuck fuck."

You snag the front of his panties and slowly tug back and forth, digging the fabric into his taint and asshole while working his balls.

"Can you handle it?"

"Gonna—!" Gasping, Levi blindly grabs for the pillow behind his head and makes useless attempts to close his bent legs and shy back from the overwhelming stimulation. "Agh, coming please please—"

His poor cock pulses before your eyes, but of course, he still can't get his release. Even by your expectations, he's so much more pent-up than you thought. Too much to give it all to him right away.

He can definitely come with the ring.

You take that route first so he isn't overwhelmed later. Either way, you plan to give him what he deserves.

"Shh..." you soothe, still rubbing using the crotch of his panties, and tugging on his balls. He continues to writhe. "I need to make you less sensitive first."

He groans. "Whose. Fucking. Fault is—"

"Look at me, birthday boy." You slide the panties down—or rather up—to his folded knees, until they dangle off his ankles. He looks like a slutty model fit for a Christmas porn magazine. You leave his rumpled panties alone, and rub his cock.

In the opposite way, he thrashes his head from side to side, whining eagerly. Is he even listening?

You pick up his chin. "Look at mommy."

A big gasp fills his chest as his hazy silver eyes, swimming in lust, focus on yours. Then fall into slits as you properly get your fist around him, and start off with steady, tight pumps.

"Agh need to—come..."

"Eyes stay on me. I wanna watch when I make you come. You wanna come for me, right? For mommy?"

A cry that hardly sounds like Levi bursts out of him. His jaw slackens, moaning what sounds like an affirmative as the slippery sounds get louder and more soaked.

His squirming starts to grow into thrashing. You pin him under more of your weight as toes in those kneesocks curl.

"You can do it with the ring—I know you can. Then you get my mouth on this pretty dick"—you push your thumb through his slit—"and then you can have my pussy."

"Fucking please! Ah. Ah..."

You push your thumb in his gaping mouth, not to pacify him, but to trap his tongue so nothing can be muffled, swallowed, or hidden in any way.

As if he's cognizant of his noises at all. Someone could hear him keening and crying from across the house right now. He humps and writhes in vain under your weight—at your mercy even now.

"Can'," he gasps, hindered by your thumb. "Off."

"No," you state firmly. "You're coming like this."

In the span of only a few minutes, his nonstop writhing stiffens. He cries out girlishly as a slew of dry waves surge through not just his cock and balls but his whole body—curled toes to his empty mind.

It's nothing and it kills him at the same time. His dry climax fuels the tight arch his back takes, then a thick gush of cum dribbling down his dick. More drool drivels down from either side of his open mouth, and drips down his chin.

You groan at the sight. "Good boy... I knew you could do it."

Levi moans heatedly. What are the words?—He just hears that honeyed praise in your voice.

The weight on his hips disappears, along with your thumb as you get into place between his legs. Your hand lands on that evil ring, causing his breath to tremble, then catch as your tongue darts out and licks his tip. "You can do anything you want with my mouth, remember?"

"Ah—uh-huh... P... Please..."

He seems in a whole other world, more than just dumb on the sex—but floating away. You don't want him to go into subspace when it's up to him to take what he wants. Adorable, but not your intentions.

"Stay with me, baby."

That's hard right now. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. His chin tilts back, revealing his bobbing adam's apple as you free his heavy cock. From that moment, he's inches from the edge again. If you just licked him again...

You kiss his lips, getting his hazy eyes to crack open. "This is your day—you can have any part of me you want, so you're in control now. Come back to me, baby."

Your voice, and your reassuring touches help ground him. Coming down from that floating place, he rasps, "Anything...?"

"Mm, I'm yours." You lean down, and kiss his silky lips. "I'm your gift."

A new sheen enters his eyes. He finally lowers his hands, and they fall on your shoulders, pushing your head down into the position from before. Your palms land evenly on the wide planes of his thighs.

"Suck," he whispers.

Your lips obediently close on his tip, suckling and lathing it in your tongue eagerly.

He reels. The soft soaked heat of your mouth effortlessly steals the thoughts from his mind and all sense of patience from his hips—what little he scrounged up after that weak climax.

"Need—" manages to escape him as his fingers make a fist in your hair, and he jerks, stuffing your throat in two thrusts. He feels your throat close on him, and he gasps, "S-Sorry."

You make a disapproving noise and recover quickly. A moment later you bear down even harder, hollowing your cheeks and nuzzling deep into the black curls at the base. You're his.

"Fffuck," he whines, humping shamelessly. His balls slap your chin. To go from nearly nothing to this tight sea of heat eviscerates any notion of an unneeded sorry.

He folds one of his socked legs back to get it deeper. Trying to match his movements becomes completely pointless in a flash. You brace yourself on the sheets outside his waist, and whine. His grip on your hair that he uses to hold you in place creates a sweet sting as he ruts, and then fucks a little deeper, using your mouth for a fucktoy. The blunt, slippery sounds are obscene.

Soon, he starts to ramble, "Fuck your mouth, love your pretty fuckin' mouth I need to come—s'gonna make me come"

Drool pools at the sides of your mouth as he rapidly slides over your tongue. You flare your nostrils to do the bare minimum to breathe—you devote more of your energy to being a hole.

Under a minute. His wide thighs draw tense like iron. He gasps, calls out your name, and dissolves into violent shivers when he comes. Hips snap with reckless abandon as he drains his balls down your throat. You swallow fitfully, and mewl.

Hot tears paint your cheeks that you rapidly blink away as his needy thrusts slow to needy rocking. He doesn't go soft.

When he's trembling, but still, you pull off coughing, still swallowing. A few drops ooze down your chin, besides the drool. You swipe your arm across your mouth.

But it's worth it. It was worth it before he did it. And the way he gazes up now, longing and more than a little wrecked makes it more so.

He sits up on his hands, seizes you at the sides and easily manhandles you until you find yourself shoved and bent in a tight kneel, ass in the air. With a hard grunt, you go down and arch your back. Somehow through all of that, you kept your tank-top and sweatpants.

"Get this fucking shit off," he growls.

"Take it—"

In one rough tug, he rips down your pants. He doesn't bother to take them off—just enough to expose your cunt. You suck in a breath as he spreads your lips, and the cool air touches your glistening pussy.

It's just begging for something to be stuffed inside it. He slides three through your slit, and sinks them inside with ease, making you croon. As soon as they're in, and thrusting in quick sloppy motions, you get tight.

He wanted to make sure—and this. Out again, he stretches his fingers apart, webbed with cum, and licks them clean as he mounts you.

"Fuck me," you moan.

"Shut up."

You shut up.

He spreads your lips and guides his cock through your soaked slit, groaning roughly along with your gasp. He could come just from this, pressing on your folds, getting him soaked in your cum.

"You ready?" he asks.

Levi shoves inside, filling your cunt to the brim in one swift thrust—you barely get the chance to cry out, gaping. Suddenly you're full. Firm balls clap against your ass.

He moans from the bottom of his chest as your tight heat clamps down on him. He missed it, so he grinds in deep, savoring it, and giving you a moment to adjust.

Only a moment. Finally, he gets to fuck. He rams in at a rapid, ruthless pace from the start, deep, so you get to feel it all in a flurry of thrusts from his tip to his fat balls rapidly clapping against your lips. It's loud—almost as loud as you.

"Fuck! Yeah just like—"

"S'my birthday," he moans. His thrusts drag.

Then he lurches forward on the next inward thrust, and pretty white lace is shoved past your lips, stuffing it. He plants your head down. "Toys don't talk."

You whine, throaty and high, and submit. His panties were wet before, but they get soaked quick. You suckle, tasting peaky salt and coarse lace.

His fucking resumes harder than ever. He pins your hips in place. The soaked slapping sounds are loud even over his panting, and you can't help but cry out.

More than fucking you, he uses you. Uses you up for all the last week has been worth.

You purposefully clench down on him, like a massage. You want to make this even better for him, and you reap the reward of hearing him moan, breathy and full.

He bears down harder than ever, ramming in, then dragging out, taking his time. To the tip, to fill you up all over again. He loves watching your cunt almost as much as he loves fucking it. It's puffy, and full of him. When he pulls out, his thick shaft is slathered in it.

"Shit. Your cunt's fucking mine." The hand not pinning your hip comes down on your pussy with a wet slap. You arch your back, and wail, managing to nod.

You got tighter. He whines, and his hand comes down again, his jaw falling slack as your silky cunt squeezes deliciously tight. "Yeah."

His pace resumes as his hand fumbles for your tanktop and yanks, causing your tits to spill out. He scoops one up in his palm and squeezes with abandon, as if staking claim. "I'm gonna fuckin' come in it, then it's really gonna be mine."

A shiver shakes your whole body. Tears ooze down your cheeks as your arch your back. All fucking his, not just today, but especially.

His cock pistons inside at a blinding pace—his hips can barely keep up with his rising climax—before his balls give a deep throb, and he stills. His thighs lock outside your hips as he gasps. He's stranded at the highest peak before the first wave takes him under. "Coming."

You bite down on the lace. As liquid heat shoots inside, you moan with the feeling, head swimming. He never held back—and especially not now that he pumps his cum deep inside you. He moans so sweetly.

With the dying throbs, he braces himself with his hand gnarled in your hair. Delightful shivers shake through him. As they recede, he grinds deep inside in weak rolls.

In the aftermath, he pants harshly, and taps your chin. The soggy panties sag from your mouth. His cock, completely soft, slides out.

You catch a look at his face. His flustered cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead are the picture of fucked-out. It could be a trick of the light, but his heavy silver eyes gleam almost. One side of the frilly brazier sags hafway down his shoulder.

He asks, "You alright after that?"

You nod with a gravely hum. Fleetingly, he affectionately scratches your scalp and leans back. He's satisfied to see your pussy oozing him.

Very satisfied. He falls down next to you on his back, and tugs at you to follow.

You groan, and collapse, resting your head on his chest. You're still horny, but that can come later... if he wants you to.

He's unmoving, except for his chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, you both recover and catch your breath.

You smile wearily, and reach over, carding his damp bangs off his face. You fucked the life out of him. "Did you like your gift?"

He turns his head for more. "Water wet?"

"Mm... Not technically."

He deadpans, and drags you into his arms, practically purring under your touch. This is one of those rare instances that he looks ready to doze off right after. Considering you kept him pent up for a week straight... and the way he stepped into subspace for a minute there, you're not surprised.

"You can nap for a little while. It's still early."

"Mm. Mhm. Maybe." Finally, his eyes crack open. "Kiss."

Beaming, you lean down and do just that, the press gentle, but deep. One that says, I love you.

His lips capture yours in kind, but sluggishly. You want to run a bath for him a little later—although he's tired now, you're in for an especially grumpy Levi when he wakes up if you don't—but for now, you murmur against his lips, "Happy birthday, angel."

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whalienjxy · 2 years

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4:02pm

wc~1.6k

You’re being dragged down a familiar hallway, not a word uttered as your face remains in a bored deadpan, unlike the man dragging you, whose scowl scared a couple of cadets out of your way only a few minutes ago. You let yourself be dragged by the forearm, knowing your destination well, as well as what will be thrown at you the moment you two are behind closed doors.

“Levi–”

“I think I was very clear when I told you to keep your mouth shut.”

It was kinda amusing, to be very honest, seeing him all riled up like that, so you decide to keep quiet, unlike yourself, until you reached the familiar door to Levi’s quarters. Out of habit, you check to see if anyone can see you two entering together, forearm in his hand and all, but you get thrown in the room before you check your left side.

By the time you recovered from your not very little stumble there and began to turn around with a full-blown expression of disbelief to scold Levi for handling you that way, the door was thrown shut. You barely have any time to register what was going on before you find your back slammed against the wooden door, broad shoulders and a darkened gaze blocking the sunlight coming from the big windows.

Yes, your initial thought was to scold him still, but the view from where you are is enough to make you forget your own name.

Levi’s bangs shadow his face, silver eyes pinning you down with a fiery gaze. His jaw is locked tight, inhaling deep breaths to keep himself in control as he pins you to the door with both his palms bracing your head.

“Levi,” You begin carefully. Scolding long forgotten. “I was just being nice.”

“Nice,” Levi scoffs. “Nice? You call that being nice?”

“Jean is like… ten years younger than me. Why would he even be flirting with me?” You know well that Kristien was sure as fuck trying to sway you, it has been happening for a while; ever since he managed to grow a beard. And given that no one other than Hange knew of your relationship status, not yet, your younger friend couldn’t take a hint.

All you could do was laugh at his jokes and politely avoid anything that could be considered as you flirting back, but there’s only so much you can do when you literally grew up among the group, let alone help raise them too.

“Are you blind?” Levi’s voice raises only a pitch, eyes widening with obvious fury. “The little cunt is all over you every fucking day!”

You try not to let it be visible, you really do, but Levi sees the little friction of amusement that breaks on your face and then disappears altogether. It doesn’t look like he likes it when his eyebrows raise, and he gives you a look that could make anyone else piss their pants.

“I raised those kids, sweetheart. I’m sure he–”

“So have i. And I know a flirtatious Jean Kristein when I fucking see one.” Levi speaks through gritted teeth, leaning in a bit as he slams a palm on the wood beside your head. “And you just laugh along with him, huh? You think he’s funny?”

You shrug. “He is kinda funny, though–”

“Y/n…” His pitch drops impossibly low. You have to fight the urge to kiss him when he leans in once more. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

The smile finally breaks free on your face. A hand reaches for his taut jaw, and you squeeze his cheekies as you slightly shake his head in your hand. You scrunch your nose at him endearingly. “You’re so cute when you’re pissed off.”

The fingers latching on your wrist were a clear warning, so you gracefully let go of his face and let your limb be pinned where Levi’s hand previously was on the door. You can’t wipe the amused smile off your face anymore, not even when his eyes stare daggers right into you.

“Were you flirting back with him on purpose?”

“I wasn’t flirting back with him,” You tell him pointedly, the smile falling off a little. “I was just trying to dodge it. That’s all.”

“So you admit that he was flirting with you.”

You stare at him, silent, blank, eyes slightly wider than usual. You attempt to push him off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Levi slams you back against the door. “You let him touch your hair,” Levi seethes. His nose is an inch away from yours. “First Reiner, then Hange, and now this piece of shit?”

Now he can’t just be this close to you and not do anything about it. You find it absurd, in fact, and given the situation at hand, you’d just love to get the best possible outcome. “What can I say? I’m just likable like that.” You smile innocently, shrugging a bit for demonstration. “Besides, me and Hange were never a thing. You’re just bitter because they used to be comfortable with me long before you had.”

His blood continues to boil. It keeps raising and raising, and the way you just never learned to keep it in your damn mouth will only make him bubble over. You have this mischievous glint in your eyes, knowing well you have his every fucking key right in the palm of your hand, and you just love to abuse your power.

He knows you weren’t flirting back with Jean. He knows you wouldn’t do such a thing to him, but fuck, that damn giant just doesn’t get tired of you blocking his every damn attempt. One day Levi sees him trying and succeeding in making you laugh, the next he sees him touching a curl in your hair, telling you that it’s pretty, you should let your hair down more often, and the other he catches him fucking winking at you, and knowing you, Levi knows you can’t help but giggle and look away nervously, looking of his silver gaze instead.

Maybe it stings extra because Levi knows he never did shit like that with you? His flirting skills are… under development, and have been for all the years you two have been together, hence the crack in his ego when a mere fucking teenager could make his girl blush and giggle like that when he’s standing there like a scarecrow.

But that just can’t do anymore. You’re his. You’re his alone. He doesn’t give a shit about secrecy or privacy anymore.

“Comfortable,” Levi’s free hand finds the hem of your coat. The slight pull of the corner of his lips fills you with dread and excitement simultaneously. “You act like a damn slut and call it comfortable?” He raises his gaze to yours, yanking you into him by the coat. Your eyes widen at both the gesture and the venom dripping from his lips. “You like the attention, eh?”

Okay, so he’s that kind of pissed. You’re left speechless, breathless, amusement long yanked out of you as you watch him in anticipation, debating on whether or not should you just spit something bratty to agitate him more, but he never gives you the satisfaction.

“Kitty got your tongue?” Levi tilts his head just a bit, eyebrows shooting up. “What? You only know how to talk back to him?”

“I don’t think you’ll like it if I talk back,” You decide on this, for now, tilting your head just the way he did, gaze firmly held with his. Your free hand trails from his abdomen and up to his toned chest, pushing past the military coat to reveal more of him. “What if I tell you all the things Kristein told me, hmm?” You pout, popping the first button of his shirt open, then the next, all while staring right in his eyes. “Or that time when Hange and I got so drunk and almost–”

Before you even register, your face was pressed against the hard wood with both wrists pinned at the small of your back firmly, feeling the warmth of Levi’s whole body press against your back. One hand had grabbed a full handful of your hair while the other keeps your hands in place, and you feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks.

“I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, brat,” Levi growls, tightening his fingers around your wrists when you try to yank them away to no avail. “We’ll see what that pretty mouth can tell me afterward, hmm?”

“It’s the middle of the fucking day, Levi,” You groan, trying to look back at him, but the hand in your hair keeps your cheek pressed to the smooth wood. “Are you nuts? I have a training session in–”

“I cleared your schedule for the whole day,” He slides away, dragging you with him like a ragdoll, only to bend you over his very clean desk mere seconds later, making sure to push your cheek extra hard into the surface as he whispers in your ear. “You stay here like a good girl until I come back if you wanna cum, ight?”

Not that tone. Fuck, not that damn tone. You can already feel the warmth between your legs.

When you don’t reply, a harsh spank falls on your exposed ass, and you can’t help the loud yelp that exits you.

“Did you fucking hear me, brat?”

“Okay, okay,” You nod a bit rapidly.

He leans back with a satisfied hum, and you feel your scalp sting at the loss of contact, except something tells you that this is the least pain you’ll be receiving today.

And doesn’t that just excite you?

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part 2 up soon besties<3

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nocturnalflowah · 1 year

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Hey y’all, hope you’re stuffing your faces and what not. I have an update on finding the Levi look-a-like 👀 (yes 16 days later)

I posted on a local site (lmao) with a description of him and stated I was “looking for a nurse” and another nurse said he might know him. He said the description I gave him matched exactly like a guy he works with (screams). So I gave my picture and email to Mr.Nurse guy to show to him; he was like “damn I wish I was him” 🙄 and said he’ll ask him if he was single and interested on Saturday (when he sees him again). We’re a step closer 😂

I’ll keep ya updated

#aot#attack on titan#aot x reader#armin x y/n#aot headcanons#aot imagines#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi ackermann#levi ackerman x reader#levi smut#levi x oc

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackermann #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi smut #snk levi #levi x y/n #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot fanart #aot lemon

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jazzmasternot · 18 days

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Born to read smut forced to wait tables 😭😭

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levilaughlove · 23 days

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☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 1 .

""Is this really how low you think of me?", Is what she asked me, Levi, am I the issue?" Your broken voice explains the situation to your longtime best friend, Levi Ackerman.

"I know I shouldn't have came to her like that..I should've been softer." You continued, only lower this time. "You did what you felt was right." Levi finally says. "How much kinder can you be to that self-absorbed bitch? She's drained all of your energy." He adds, hyperfocusing on your sleep-deprived eyes.

"If I showed you photos of what you looked like before you met her, you'd be astonished." He snarls.

"I know you're upset with her but, she is my wife." You defend. "Your wife or your disease?" You chuckle at his snappy remark.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until your phone begins to vibrate. The device lights up revealing an incoming call. Levi sighs at the name on screen.

"How fucking convenient..." Levi murmurs. You gaze at him pleadingly & he whisps his hand through the air as a sign to answer it. You pick up the phone & accept the call.

"Hello?" You ask.

A muffled female voice could be heard from the other line. She doesn't sound too happy.

Levi's gray eyes glare at the phone ,then, rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bed. "A-alright, (f/n), I'll be home soon. Bye-bye." You quickly end the call.

"What did it say?" Levi asks unenthusiastically. "It? Levi, I know you don't like her but, please..." "I don't care, that's how she treats you, what makes her any better?" He quickly adds. You couldn't argue that.

Levi stares at you with an unexplainable expression in his eyes. "Before you think about going off anywhere, at least eat. She can wait 30 minutes." He says, arising from the bed & leaving the room. You follow quickly behind.

"I've got lots of options, mozzy sticks, mac & cheese, I can make you an egg & bacon sandwich.." He continues. "Egg & bacon sounds nice..." You accept shyly. Levi hums & begins to get the items.

While you waited, you began to think. You were so grateful that Levi still takes care of you, even after all these years. You reminisce on your favorite memory of him. It was bittersweet ,but the love & care you had for one another was evident. You were 4, Levi was 7 & he was moving far from your shared hometown. You were his closest friend & he was yours. On the bridge could be seen young you clinging onto Levi tightly with tears in your innocent eyes. Levi tried to keep a stone face even then but couldn't help how his heart felt.

" I'll be back, this isn't forever...pea. Stop crying.." Levi's voice shakes and he hold yours small body, hesitant to let go. "Why...please stay, I need you here.." Your tears kept flowing down your full cheeks, eyes loosely closed. A woman's voice called for Levi to hurry up. "I gotta go now, kay'?" Levi quickly wipes his tears, giving another attempt at a stone face. "Bye." "Goodbye, pea."

Just the thought of it makes you choked up but it doesn't just have a sad tinge anymore, but an innocent, admirable one. You wonder if Levi remembers that.

"Earth to M/n." Levi says loudly. "Hm? Yeah..." You look down to see Levi had finished making the food. Levi looks concerned for a second before returning back to his ordinary expression. You ended up staying much longer than anticipated. You knew your wife would raise hell once you were home.

"Fuck, it's been 2 hours..." You exclaimed worriedly. "If anything goes down, you could always come to me." Levi says trying to relax you.

You give him a thankful gaze before heading to the front door. Looking back once, you wave to Levi, which he nods to.

You cautiously open the front door to your house.

Your wife is sat on the couch, already meeting eyes with you. She looks furious. "I called you at 2:00 & you're only just getting home at 4!?" She screams then bolts over to you, trying to force intimidation. "Who are you fucking, huh?" She screams again.

"I was at a friend's...(f/n)." You slightly dismiss her and wander off to your shared bedroom, undressing yourself as she follows closely behind.

"So why the fuck couldn't you say so? You need to respect me more! Do you know that at any moment I could fuck you over!? WHO DO YOU THINK THEY'LL BELIEVE?! Me!" She lashes out snatching your phone from your hand, shattering it onto the wooden floor below.

You went into a state of shock, your eyes hyperfocused on her enraged person, everything that wasn't here seemed to look like static. You began to get dizzy. You held your head as you almost lost your footing. Levi, you need Levi. You can't breathe.

You shove past her, she falls to the ground forcefully. You just want to go. You need comfort, why is she like this? This wasn't who she was when you first met her! The rain is heavy outside as you push past the front door and onto the sidewalk, cars rush past you, adding to your anxiety. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. It's hard to see due to the rain, you're uncomfortable & soaked. The rain wasn't the only thing dampening your face, but your heavy, warm tears.

Finally, the familiar door number 255 came into sight. You banged as hard as you could on the door. Crashes of lightning roar through the sky.

Levi opens the door & your soaked body immediately crashes onto his. He understood without words. You hyperventalate & try to explain but he hushes you, he already knows. Your eyes red & teary holding onto Levi tight, & likewise him to you.

Everything began to fade to nothing.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 5 months

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‧₊˚🎐✩ ₊MIKASA GIVING YOU HEAD SCRATCHES 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cw: mikasa ackerman x reader!!

a/n: i love how comforting she is omg 💕

This woman is so gentle oh my lord. The second she gets an opportunity to touch you, to play with you, she takes it.

Even if it’s little things like her brushing the hair out your face, or putting your long hair behind your shoulders. God you wish it could be like this forever.

She knows how much you love it, how she runs her fingers through your hair, her nails gently grazing your scalp.

Need someone to do your hair? Oh it’s gotta be mikasa. She knows exactly how to do it, and how to not pull out ur hair like Sasha.

She’d gently brush through your hair with her fingers to fix that messy hair when there’s no brush available, trying the best she can. But honestly you would mess it up in less than 5 minutes so she’d have to do it again.

Even cuddling up to her after a hard day, she knows what you need. Her hand placed on your head the moment you lay down as she softly massages it, making you melt into her. Her fingers will gently brush at your side, behind your ear, or your favorite the nape. Just softly soothing you into a restful night filled with just you and her.

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chuuyaandreaderkilldazai · 3 months

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characters as things family + friends have said

erwin: what is in your heart? naughty words?

levi: yeah, honestly.

erwin: well, it should be jesus.

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x0xqzra · 5 days

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✐BOTH❦ - Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader x Hanji Zoe

TW: 18+, Severe mention of explicit and mature topics / sexual topic, threesome, 2 fem / 1 male, tired levi, my own version of timeskip Levi and Hanji (that means this may not be connected to the manga/anime plot-- but may contain some spoilers)

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(Y/N)~your name

P. O. V~point of view

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Third Person's P.O.V

Hanji and (Y/N) sat on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they waited for Levi to return home.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and intimate atmosphere.

Their fingers intertwined, they shared a quiet moment, basking in each other's presence.

The kids, Luke and Liam, had long drifted off to sleep, their gentle breathing filling their own room with a sense of peace. It's a good thing the room is noise proof.

As they heard the door creak open, their attention turned towards the tired figure of Levi entering the room.

His shoulders slumped with exhaustion, but his eyes lit up as he caught sight of Hanji and (Y/N) sitting there, waiting for him.

Hanji flashed him a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"(Y/N) and I were just discussing how we can make your return home even more... interesting," she teased, her voice laced with playful intent.

(Y/N) chuckled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the suggestive remark.

"Yes, we were thinking of giving you a warm welcome," she added, her gaze meeting Levi's with a twinkle of anticipation.

Levi's fatigue seemed to melt away at their words, replaced by a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes.

Levi's eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and surprise. He hadn't expected their suggestion to be so explicit. A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer to Hanji and (Y/N).

"Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to a good time," Levi replied, his voice dripping with anticipation

Hanji's hand slid down Levi's chest, tracing the outline of his muscles before reaching his pants.

She gave them a mischievous smirk before whispering into his ear, "We have all night, my dear Levi.

Levi's breath hitched at Hanji's words, his desire evident in the way his cock twitched against his pants.

He turned towards (Y/N), his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unzipped his pants.

(Y/N) watched intently, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she realized what was about to unfold before her.

As Levi freed himself from the confines of his jeans, Hanji took control of the situation once again, her hand reaching out to caress (Y/N)'s cheek gently before trailing down towards her neck.

Hanji's hand slid down (Y/N)'s neck, her touch sending a shiver down her spine. Levi watched with anticipation as his cock twitched with desire, the pants growing tighter against his growing erection.

The room was filled with an electric tension that hung in the air, an evident energy that crackled between them.

"You ready for this, (Y/N)? Or are you scared of what we have to offer?" Hanji purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Levi and Hanji.

The weight of the situation settled upon her shoulders like a heavy burden, but there was no denying the raw desire that coursed through her veins.

"I... I want this," she finally whispered, her voice laced with both hesitation and longing.

Levi smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Good girl," he chuckled, his hand reaching out to grab (Y/N) by the waist. "Now let's make some fucking memories."

With that, they embraced each other in a passionate kiss that left them breathless. Their bodies molded together seamlessly as they explored each other's mouths hungrily.

They continued to explore each other's mouths hungrily, tongues dancing in a passionate tango.

Levi's hands roamed over (Y/N)'s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips with a possessive grip.

Hanji watched from the sidelines, a smirk playing on her lips as she admired the raw desire that consumed them.

But as the kiss deepened, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt in the back of her mind.

This was uncharted territory for her, and she couldn't deny the fear that gnawed at her insides. She pulled away slightly, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi's eyes searched hers intently before he nodded slowly. "I want to be sure you're ready," he replied softly.

Hanji chimed in with a wicked grin on her face. "Don't worry, babe," she purred. "We'll take it slow and make sure you enjoy every second."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to come.

This was her first time in six years, and she had never done it with two people before. The weight of the moment pressed down on her shoulders, but she refused to let fear hold her back.

"Fuck it," (Y/N) muttered under her breath, her voice laced with determination. "I'm not going to hesitate anymore."

Hanji and Levi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

They knew that this was uncharted territory for (Y/N), but they were also excited to see how she would react.

Levi stepped closer to (Y/N), his gaze intense as he reached out to cup her face gently.

"You ready for us?" he asked, his voice dripping with raw desire.

(Y/N) nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of nervousness and arousal coursing through her veins. "Yeah. I'm ready," she replied breathlessly.

Hanji moved closer, running her fingers along the curve of (Y/N)'s waist before reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over (Y/N)'s head and tossed it aside carelessly.

(Y/N) watched as Hanji's fingers glided along her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension as Levi's hands moved to her breasts, massaging them gently.

His touch was both reassuring and electrifying, causing (Y/N) to moan softly.

Hanji smirked mischievously as she continued to tease (Y/N) with her fingers, her movements becoming more insistent.

"You like that, don't you?" she taunted playfully.

(Y/N) bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape from her lips.

The combination of Levi's skilled fingers on her breasts and Hanji's wicked teasing sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Levi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against (Y/N)'s earlobe as he whispered in a low voice,

"You're so fucking beautiful when you're like this." His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to (Y/N)'s core.

Hanji and Levi continued their relentless assault on (Y/N), their tongues exploring every inch of her pussy with a hunger that bordered on insatiable.

(Y/N) moaned in pleasure, her fingers digging into their hair as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

But even amidst the pleasure, a flicker of hesitation remained in the back of (Y/N)'s mind. She couldn't deny the thrill of being taken by two people at once, but there was still a lingering reluctance that held her back.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, her voice laced with both desire and uncertainty.

Levi pulled away from (Y/N) slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her flushed face.

"Don't worry, baby," he said in a low voice. "We'll take it slow."

(Y/N)'s hand started drifting to Hanji's panties.

Levi's eyes narrowed as he watched (Y/N) fingering Hanji, her fingers exploring the depths of her wetness.

A low growl escaped his lips, a mix of arousal and dominance that sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

He wanted to be the one inside her, filling her up completely.

Without saying a word, Levi positioned himself behind (Y/N) and gently guided his throbbing cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy.

She felt a surge of excitement mixed with hesitation as he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, feeling the fullness of him stretching her walls.

Her fingers continued to move in a desperate rhythm as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Levi's hands gripped onto (Y/N)'s hips tightly as he began to thrust into her with forceful strokes. Each powerful movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over them both.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slapping noises that echoed off the walls. The air was thick with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation.

Levi's thrusts grew more urgent and demanding, his hips slamming into (Y/N)'s in a primal rhythm.

Sweat glistened on their bodies as the air grew thick with the scent of sex and desire.

But despite the intensity of their passion, (Y/N) and Hanji couldn't help but notice that Levi seemed to be holding back.

"Fuck," Hanji gasped between breaths, her voice filled with frustration and arousal. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."

Levi's eyes locked onto Hanji's face, a mixture of hesitation and uncertainty flickering across his features.

"I am," he replied, his voice tinged with reluctance. "But I don't want to come too soon. I want to savor this."

Hanji rolled her eyes dramatically, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.

"Oh sure," she taunted mockingly. "Savoring your pleasure is definitely the way to go."

Levi smirked, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Well," he retorted playfully, "you know me, always looking for an excuse to prolong the inevitable."

Levi's thrusts grew more urgent, his grip on (Y/N)'s hips tightening as he pulled her deeper into his hold.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, a symphony of moans and grunts echoing off the walls.

"Shit," Levi groaned, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking tight around me, baby. You like that?"

(Y/N) could only nod in response, her body trembling with anticipation.

She had never experienced anything like this before, two people taking her to heights she never thought possible.

But even as pleasure coursed through her veins, a flicker of doubt still lingered in the back of her mind.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was what she truly wanted, being used by two people at once.

Hanji sensed (Y/N)'s hesitation and decided to push her boundaries further. With a wicked smile playing on her lips, she reached for her panties and slowly slid them down, revealing glistening wetness between her thighs.

"You like what you see?" Hanji teased playfully, running a finger along (Y/N)'s clit while Levi is fucking her.

(Y/N) could feel the pressure building within her as Levi's thrusts became more erratic.

Her body was on the brink of exploding with pleasure, but a part of her still held back, unsure if she could handle the intensity of their desire.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slapping noises that echoed off the walls.

(Y/N)'s mind raced as she battled against conflicting emotions, the thrill of being desired by two people at once warring against her lingering hesitation.

Hanji watched with amusement as (Y/N) teetered on the edge, her eyes narrowing in anticipation.

She knew exactly how to push (Y/N) over that edge, to make her surrender completely to their carnal desires.

With a devilish grin, Hanji leaned forward and pressed her lips against (Y/N)'s earlobe.

"You're so close," she whispered seductively. "I can practically taste your orgasm.

A shiver ran down (Y/N)'s spine at Hanji's words, sending a jolt of electricity through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath hitched in anticipation as Levi continued to pound into her relentlessly.

"Ahh!" (Y/N) screamed, squirting all over Levi's cock.

Hanji smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she positioned herself in front of (Y/N) as soon as she sat up.

Without a word, she took (Y/N)'s throbbing pussy into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her sensitive clit.

A moan escaped (Y/N)'s lips as pleasure coursed through her body.

Levi watched with anticipation as Hanji expertly worked her mouth up and down the folds.

He could feel his own arousal building, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second.

With a sudden surge of dominance, Levi grabbed hold of Hanji's hair and got onto her back.

His eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs, teasingly brushing against her entrance.

"Ready for this?" he growled in a low voice filled with raw desire.

Hanji smirked back at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Bring it on," she taunted playfully.

Without another word, Levi thrust into Hanji with forceful abandon.

Levi's thrusts, again, grew more urgent and demanding, his hips slamming into Hanji's in a primal rhythm.

Hanji couldn't help but moan as she felt Levi's cock filling her up completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, making her hesitate for a moment before surrendering to the pleasure that consumed her.

But even as they moved together in perfect harmony, there was still a flicker of doubt in (Y/N)'s mind.

She watched as Hanji rode Levi with reckless abandon, feeling both aroused and envious at the same time.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, feeling a surge of desire mixed with hesitation coursing through her veins. "I can't believe we're doing this."

Hanji looked over at (Y/N), a smirk playing on her lips. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

(Y/N) bit her lip nervously, unsure if she wanted to share her thoughts aloud. But deep down, she knew that speaking up could ruin the moment.

Hanji's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to move her lips against (Y/N)'s.

"Well, well," she teased Levi, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like someone is finally ready to embrace their kinky side."

Levi chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into Hanji's hair as he thrust into her with renewed vigor.

"Oh sweetheart," he growled, his voice filled with dirty satisfaction. "You have no idea what you're in for."

(Y/N) watched the scene unfold before them, a mixture of hesitation and curiosity swirling within her.

She couldn't deny the raw desire that surged through her body, but there was still a lingering reluctance that held her back.

As Hanji moaned against (Y/N)'s pussy, her eyes flickered towards (Y/N). There was a mischievous glint in her gaze that sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Shit!" Hanji's body trembled with the force of her climax, her breath ragged and shallow.

She collapsed onto the couch, her muscles exhausted but her mind still consumed by a flicker of hesitation.

Levi, on the other hand, had reached his peak with Hanji's release.

His thrusts grew more erratic as he approached his own orgasm, filling Hanji up, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder if he had pushed Hanji too far.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) lay next to Hanji, her body quivering with pleasure.

The intensity of their shared experience had taken its toll on her mind as well.

As they lay there in silence, caught in the aftermath of their intense encounter, a sense of vulnerability washed over them all.

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Levi's hair.

She pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together, desire crackling between them.

"Oh, so now you're all sweet and gentle?" (Y/N) taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Levi chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on (Y/N)'s waist as he led her towards the bedroom.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as they walked, their bodies brushing against each other in teasing proximity.

As they entered the room, Levi slowly let go of (Y/N) and walked to the living room again and turned to face Hanji, who stood there with drowsiness etched on her face just like (Y/N).

He motioned for her to get closer as he also picked her up in a bridal style.

They all went to bed and snuggle up like love birds.

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laphixsoka · 2 years

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Follow “your” dreams.

Eren x fem reader

CW: Smut, mentions of pills, fluff, unprotected sex.

{A/N: I’m working on another piece that I really want to be top notch, so I’m posting a small piece I had in my drafts.}

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Pill bottles stood in groups over Eren’s text book as he studied. His only source of light was the small desk lamp that loomed over him. His eyes where tired and dull, and his hair was a mess.

Armin gently knocked on the door. He held a small tray with soup and some water. It was an understatement to say he was worried.

“Come in.” Eren said as he continued to study.

“I brought you some food! You haven’t came out your room all day.” Armin said his concern seeping out.

“Thanks put it over there.” He pointed without looking at his book. “Y/N came over she bought you this soup.” Eren’s eyes shot open and he grabbed his phone.

It was most definitely the night of your date, he was so caught up in his medical exam he forgot about you.

He imagined you all dressed up navigating the streets alone. Tears in your eyes as you walked.

Eren got up grabbing his jacket.

“Eren-.”

“I got to talk to her- I forgot about her.” Eren snatched his Keys and jetted out the front door.

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You sat in your living room, some soothing pads rested on the heels of your feet, and a glass of wine in your hand.

You where still sad about Eren, but you knew how much he studied it was only a matter of time. You’d been too lucky these pass months.

In your free hand you had your tv remote looking through your streaming services. Maybe a romcom would cheer your up.

When you finally decided on what to watch you clicked on it. Then you heard frantic knocking at your door.

You got up and walked to the door, looking through the peep hole you saw Eren. He stood there with some take out, and you almost broke the door opening it.

“Hey Eren what are you doing here, isn’t your exam tomorrow.” You tried to grab a bag but he didn’t let you.

He walked in passed you and went to your kitchen. You followed behind, but you could only go so fast. Once you got there you sat on the island. Letting Eren be in his own little world.

You watched as he got out the food. His tired eyes frantic and all over the place. It was so pitiful you got up before you could get comfortable.

“Ren baby you’re going to let your dad drive you to your early grave.” You stopped him from playing some of the food, and held his face.

Your eyes met his eyes getting steady.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was weak breaking almost. He leaned into your touch like a lost child, right now he needed you. No words where needed in that moment, just you being there.

You could see all his weakness come to the surface, this usual hard exterior he held was gone. You pulled him into your lips. Kissing on the middle of the kitchen, Eren’s hands found themselves in a familiar place. Squeezing on your ass as he made the kiss more passionate.

You felt very desire, every fear, every regret. This fueled you to Kiss deeper harder, and in the midst of this your wrapped your legs around his mad he held you. This point he had you up on the counter your shirt sliding off your shoulders.

You both needing air but unwilling to let go, your kiss was a mess frantic sloppy at best. You let go taking in heavy breaths. This time Eren held your face, he smiled looking deeply into your eyes. You where drunk from the kiss.

He knelt down before you as if you where a queen, he noticed the patches on the heel of your feet, and he kissed it was his hands traveled to the top of your pants.

He made it a point to keep his eyes on you. You watched him as you hands held you up on the counter. His eyes showed a mix of tiredness and hunger.

A strange mix but on Eren it was lethal. His hands stayed at the top of your pants, like to tease you. It worked cause him just looking at you bucking your hips slightly.

After a few minutes he could take no more, you pants came off and he didn’t wait. He split you open instantly putting his tongue on his dessert.

You held onto his head with one hand the other held you up still. Your head flew back as you moaned out and called to him encouraging him. He ate every piece he could get his mouth onto, your thighs squeezing lightly against his head.

He would take small glances up to you, it was almost like heaven. The faces you made where like complete works of art, Angelica almost. He adored you and moments like this made his admiration shine. He didn’t want no one else seeing you like this.

Then all of a sudden you ripped his head away. “Give me it Eren now!” Your voice failing to be demanding and more whining. He picked you up and took you to the couch.

“That’s my shirt!” Eren had a moment of relaxation on what you had on.

“And?” You took it off throwing it across the room. He followed taking his shirt off, showing his built frame. Working out was his small deviation from his father, and he took pride in his body and shape.

You put your hands on his chest as he pulled his pants down a bit low. His boxers followed as well giving you a little sample on how he felt tonight.

He leaned down as you lightly held his waist. “Babe~.” Your voice was like a whisp, as you two began to kiss again. Your words were lost into his mouth, he began to grind in between your legs and you reciprocated. Holding each other in this deep dance of entanglement.

Your hands found their way to his hair, and accidentally pulled his hair out of its loose bun. His hair came flying down around you his face was in full focus and the heat grew. He was so caught up in just feeling you all over.

You took this chance to feed yourself, and you pulled his pants down him grinding helped you out. Once you were as far as you could get it, you lightly grabbed his dick. You started to sloppily pump him, his groans turned into moans his face was covered by his hair draping over his face, and would fly up when he started yo catch his breath. You watched as his chest glistened a bit, the way his shoulders would go up and down. God why did he get up over you.

He took your hand away and grabbed his extra tie, quickly tying his hair back once more. You could see how hazed over he was, his green eyes shined for a spilt second it was unnaturally. He began to line himself up rubbing himself past your lips, hitting the entrance.

It had you at the edge, you subconsciously tired to put yourself on. But he controlled you in one hand.

“Wait fuck~.” He said enjoying just rubbing himself against you. To you this was teasing but actually this a savoring. He was getting every last bite of you before he went back into his hole. He’d been so pent up just fapping to photos and videos of you, he missed the real thing.

The feeling the desire, the vulnerability, and especially the love.

God he fucking loved you.

He started to enter and he could hear you already moaning, he knew you missed him but not this much. He picked up your legs and held onto your thighs, your ankles touching his cheek. He let you get used to him, but after a minute he couldn’t wait any more seconds.

Instantly pumping into you, you couldn’t even sniffle your calls, and he was officially gone his build up taking over. He could feel the shakiness of your hands on his chest. The only thing keeping him from stopping was you.

“Don’t stop Eren please it’s so good.” He could see your whole body shaking and your back arching. His grip on your thighs tightened as he was reaching deeper. Your reach on his lower chest was going away so he placed your hand where he was pounding. You could feel his length and how deep he was. It was mind numbingly good, your eyes flickering and your eyebrows furrowing.

He knew where to go and you both forgot how good it felt. He pulled your hand away from your chest and he held it next to your head. Your hands where intertwined as he went forward and kissed you, as he pumped his last few minutes out. The kisses where all over the pace as his pumps got sloppier. You started to unravel moaning over and over again. As the cream from the base of his dick started to mix with your squirt.

He watched you closely for a few more seconds, and he then got up and took both of your wrist and held them down. Pulling you down to his dick while he still pumped. Your tits bounced relentlessly the sight was far from Eren’s mind. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.

He was there at his climax, he tired to pull out but your trapped him in. Cumming inside of you and he kept fucking you lightly, mixing everything together.

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In the bath your rested against his chest to ur legs where weak, and you where tired. Eren on the other hand washed you as you rested in the warm tub. His big hands softly caressing you sent a wave of comfort.

You hummed in content, feeling his loving touch as you rubbed a hand on one of his thighs you where in between.

“Can you bathe me every day?” You said looking up to him as you laid your head back. He couldn’t do nothing but chuckle.

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He got out from the tub first to help you get out, carrying you to the bedroom. He picked out some more clothes for you and searching for a pair of his boxers you stole.

“Can you get those relief strips, before you come back?” You quickly said as he turned to you. Walking to you you saw him read the directions. Then you looked down enjoying the view of his abs, and the towel that wrapped around his waist.

You looked back up when he got close. He finished reading and looked at you. He put everything to the the side and dressed you, once he was done he knelt down. He started up a small conversation as he treated your foot.

He took in the sound of your laughs, the little sighs you did after catching small bits of breath. Or when he looked up and you where putting one of his old sweatshirts on.

When he got back up you threw the boxers at him. The boxers flopped from his chest into his hands, as he unraveled his towel to put them on you kept eye contact with him. Not wanting to look down, he smiled as he was putting on his one article of clothing.

“Sir you could of did that in the bathroom.” You had a goofy grin and laugh to go with it too. He just rolled his eyes playfully, as he moved onto helping you put on your underwear.

“I can put on my own underwear on!” You softly hit him in the head. He just continued ignoring your playful hits.

Once he was done he got up and picked you up, then threw you back into the bed. It was like all the strength magically came back into your leg, and you started throwing pillows, and jumping around the bed dodging the pillows he would throw back.

“Throw me again bitch!!!” You started throwing two at a time. Until Eren got on the bed and pulled you down on the top of his chest. Trapping you with his arms.

You still laughed for a few more minutes, before you started to stare back at him. He followed it up with a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for tonight.” His voice now soothingly soft.

“Im glad you had fun.” You laid against his chest hearing his heartbeat, it was slow and heavy with his breathing that could be heard in between.

“Next time I’m just gonna snatch you away from your books.” You said snuggling into him as his grip turned into one hand tracing over your waist.

“That sounds good.” He kissed the tip of your ear as you began to doze off.

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{ A/N: I hope I can finish the peice by next week or Friday! Love you all I hope you liked this!}

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ackermonie · 2 years

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ATTACK ON TITAN

fluff☁️, angst🎭, smut♨️, emotional☔️, happy☀️, action🔪, drabble🖋, hurt/comfort/NO comfort🥀

l. ackerman

like a hot dad♨️♨️♨️

time stamp series. (chronological order.)

(currently reuploading)

4:23 am

may 21st, 3:30 am

3:16 pm

5:26 pm ☀️☔️☁️

6:36 am

2:15 am

5 am ☁️☁️☁️

9:10 pm (love like you)☁️🎭☔️

4:02 pt.1♨️♨️♨️♨️

2:19 am 🎭☔️♨️

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zombryz · 9 months

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dancing with titans

˗ˏˋ hii :3 ˎˊ˗

chapter one - rainy days

masterlist | chapter two (coming soon!) | read on ao3 |

pairings - Levi x afab!reader | Jean x afab!reader | v minor Eren x afab!reader

warnings - slowburn, eventual smut, blood and gore, angst, possessiveness, unrequited love (but not really)

word count - 3.5k

Let’s imagine this is Levi watching the reader and Jean *insert eyes emoji* hehe

You still remember your very first interaction with Captain Levi. Before the temperatures began to fall, it was a rainy day during the 104th Training Corps, so you were not quite required to wear winter clothing. Captain Levi, the current Commander of the Survey Corps, and Keith Shadis, your instructor and the former 12th Commander of the Survey Corps, had been assessing the soldiers during ODM training. Captain Levi came to scope out the new recruits and see if there were any promising faces that he could ultimately add to his team. There were dozens of military dropouts that first month, but you stayed. Now that you think about it, you’re not sure why you stayed, but you’re glad you did. Although the training was challenging and exhausting, you never gave up on the belief that your life might one day have meaning. Growing up in the Utopia district made life unbearably dull and made you feel trapped inside the walls, and you were constantly hearing stories about soldiers who went outside the walls. One day you had enough and decided to leave home to join the military because you no longer wanted to be bound to the life set out for you inside the walls. You wanted excitement, even if that meant death. Now, here you were, aiming to take down ten fake Titan structures with your ODM gear and steel swords in hand. You scored a perfect ten; you know you did. You landed on your feet in front of Commander Shadis and Captain Levi after mastering the grips and gliding swiftly through the air. Breathing heavily, you looked up at your instructor and noticed the man beside him.

“You hold your blades similar to the way I hold mine.” Captain Levi, who was a stranger at the time, speaks monotonously and nods his head toward your hands, which were holding both blades backward. It was the most comfortable position for you; you were holding them that way without even realizing it. His eyes remained on your form for a moment while you looked down at your hands and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. His steely gray eyes looked tired and heavy. To be honest, you never gave him much thought back then. You never really answered him either, as you remember. Instead, you gave him an ingenuine smile and turned your attention to Commander Shadis, who was waiting to give his score to you.

“Yep, you got a perfect score,” he sighs slightly, “again.” You jump in excitement and thank him before heading back to your fellow recruits. As you walked back to the rest of the group, you felt eyes bore into the back of your head. They were Captain Levi’s.

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It wasn’t until you saw Captain Levi in action that you fell for him. He did in fact hold his blades similarly to you; the only distinction was that you held both backward, whereas he only held the blade backward in his left hand. During your first expedition beyond the walls, he was mesmerizing; you watched in awe as he effortlessly chopped up twelve-meter-tall titans without any assistance. You and Levi would dance around each other while taking down Titans. He would cross over into your path, and you would into him, never once having to verbally communicate what the other was doing. You read his movements like a book, and he read yours. It felt romantic in a way that you had never felt anything like it. At the end of the expedition, he complimented the way you moved in the sky, causing you to blush. You thanked him and finally looked at him for the first time. You complimented him back and even brought up the way he held his blades. He smiled slightly, a hint of red threatening to spill onto his face. You’ll never forget how his eyes still looked so tired, but you could see the admiration he held for you.

That was two years ago. Now, you are in your final year of the training corps, with only a month left until graduation. You've made friends, but you’ve barely talked to Levi. You had been pining for Levi ever since that day during your expedition. He was either completely unaware of your feelings for him or did not share them. You tried multiple times to bury them but to no avail. That’s how you found yourself here, sitting at the table with all of the friends you’ve made in the training corps. Somehow, everyone at your table knew about your feelings for your captain, and it was embarrassing.

“When are you going to give up?” Eren nudges your shoulder softly, completely knocking you out of your thoughts while you stare at Levi from across the cafeteria. You loved watching the way he drank his afternoon tea. He held his cup differently, just like his blades, with almost all of his fingers around the rim. His fingers were delicate and veiny, and you were captivated by how such pretty hands allowed him to be a ruthless killer. Back to the present - you shove Eren back gently, and your face is beet red now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, feigning innocence while biting into the apple that Mikasa offered you earlier.

“What do you see in him anyway? He’s short and mean.” Eren rests his head in his hands and looks up at you. His words draw the attention of the rest of the table, and they all turn to look at you and Eren.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered in a sing-song voice. “He's super strong and funny.” You answer, not fully believing the second part.

“Funny?” Eren tches, “The captain is NOT funny.” Eren rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair before sitting back in his chair, visibly annoyed. “And… I’m strong. I’m probably the strongest one here!” He speaks louder than he meant to.

“Hey, watch it, Yeager!” Jean chimes in from the other side of you without looking at you or Eren. It was common knowledge that Jean Kirstein and Eren Yeager liked you. Sometimes you thought Eren pretended to like you just to get on Jean’s nerves, and it was amusing for the most part.

“Hey man, you and I have about the same chance!” Eren raises his voice again while looking past you and at Jean. Armin and Mikasa sat across from you, and beside them sat Connie and Sasha. Everyone was eating their lunch but sat quietly listening in on the drama.

Jean didn’t answer Eren; instead, he finally looked at you with his golden brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked kind of cute being the center of attention. He was definitely not as open about his crush on you as Eren was. You just giggled slightly until Armin opened his mouth.

“When are you both going to give up?” Armin questions the boys while stuffing his face with potatoes. Mikasa looks at him angrily, and Sasha starts laughing while falling back in her chair. “What? Someone had to say it,” he adds when he notices Mikasa’s face.

“He has a point.” Connie lifts his finger up, speaking in a serious voice that he doesn’t usually use. “Someone’s eventually going to give in. Statistically speaking, one of you has to like the other person back. Either you like Eren or Jean, or Captain Levi likes you.” You immediately feel hot at his words because they are true; you just wish they weren’t because that meant Levi liking you back wasn’t an option. On top of your crush on Levi, you also had feelings for Jean. At the beginning of the training corps, you thought Jean was just an asshole, but as the years went by, you noticed you were getting closer and closer to him. He was really sweet and caring towards anyone he cared about, which included you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and you felt lucky to have him as a friend. He also had a tendency to be really attractive when he took charge, and you even noticed that sometimes out in the field, you and Jean would dance around each other in ODM gear. It wasn’t as smooth as it had been with Levi, but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

You took the route of deflection: “So you’re saying I have a chance with our Captain?” You grin at your words until you hear the sound of Jean’s chair scraping the floor loudly as he gets up to leave. “No, Jean, c'mon, I was kidding!” You yell back at him, but he’s already halfway across the cafeteria. Damn, his long legs.

You take one final bite of your apple before pushing back your chair to follow him. Eren goes to stop you, but Mikasa quickly grabs the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stay at the table. Jean made his way out of the cafeteria and into the corridor of the main building. You quickly turn the corner, and your face collides with something solid. It was Jean’s shoulder. He apparently didn't go down the hallway as far as you thought he had; instead, he was leaning up against the wall.

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to still you, and you quickly grab your head to comfort the sharp pain in your skull.

“Ow.” You get out while rubbing the side of your head. Damn, Jean and his height. His shoulders were the same height as your head.

Jean realizes where you’re hurting, so he slowly reaches up to pull your hand away from your head. Your head was now being held by both of his hands, and he was gently rubbing your temple with his thumb. After a second, you finally open your eyes, and you’re face-to-face with his chest. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with big, concerned eyes. You melted into his touch and gravitated towards his chest more and more.

“You okay? Why did you follow me out here?” Jean gets all of his questions out at once without pulling away from you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You breathed deeply before continuing, “I just wanted to check on you. I didn’t mean to upset you, Jean.” You brought your fingers up and gently caressed his forearms.

“You didn’t upset me. I-” Jean sighs. He goes to say something else when someone behind you emerges from the cafeteria and clears his throat to make his presence known.

“Am I interrupting something, Cadets?” You jump at his voice, recognizing it anywhere. It was Captain Levi. Jean immediately drops his hands from your head, and the both of you jump two feet away from each other.

“No sir, sorry sir!” You and Jean salute Captain Levi at the same time, and you both look extremely embarrassed with your hands over your hearts.

“Cadets in training are not allowed public displays of affection.” Levi’s eyes wander over yours briefly before landing on Jean’s. His face no longer showed any softness he had while looking at you. “Once you graduate, you can hold any cadet you’d like for all I care. Do I make myself clear?”

Jean looked down at Captain Levi and quickly replied, “Sir, Yes sir!” Levi stepped back toward you, and his eyes looked you up and down before he turned on his heel and walked down the hallway without saying another word.

“Woah, Captain Levi never gets onto cadets for breaking the affection rule. Usually, it’s Commander Erwin.” Jean released the breath he had been holding and turned to look at you. You were completely flustered, and you were holding your hands behind your back while watching the Captain’s form disappear down the corridor. Jean rolled his eyes and took hold of your chin to force you to look at him. Once you were looking at him, he dropped his hand so that you both wouldn’t get into trouble again.

“I really don’t have a chance, do I?” Jean’s eyes are fixed on you now. His voice was barely above a whisper, and his posture was not as confident as before.

You open your mouth to answer, but no words come out. His question echoed in your head, but you had no idea how to answer it. Jean took your silence as an answer.

“Okay.” He straightens himself once more and sniffles slightly, but plays it off. “I am going to let you go now.” He looks at you for a moment longer, hoping you'll say something, but you don’t. He then closes his eyes and walks away, down the same corridor Levi did.

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It was finally graduation day after three long years. There were two hundred and eighteen cadets who graduated alongside you. Everyone had three options: the garrison regiment, aka those whose job it was to reinforce the walls; the scout regiment, who would ride out into Titan country; or the military police regiment, aka the lazy bastards. You were at the top of your class, along with Connie, Sasha, Jean, Marco, Eren, Mikasa, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie. The night of your graduation you noticed Jean acting weird. Everyone was drinking and having a good time when you noticed a saddened look across Jean’s face. He barely talked all night. Eren even tried to pick a fight with him, but he didn’t fight back.

“Hi,” you said, joining him at the wooden table he was sitting at inside one of the dining halls. Marco was sitting next to him and took his cue to leave. You smiled at him, and he shot you a sympathetic look. The room was loud and full of drunk cadets, but you ignored the noise to talk to Jean.

“Hey.” He answered before taking another sip of his beer.

“What’s up with you? Why do you look so sad?” You shift your body closer to him, and he shifts away slightly. This wasn’t the first time he had shifted away from you, not allowing you to get close to him anymore. Ever since that day in the hallway a month ago, his entire body language around you has changed.

“I’m joining the military police.” He stares blankly at nothing in particular. He knew you would have a bad reaction. Everyone else in your group was planning on joining the scout regiment, including you. He prepared himself for you to scream a loud “WHATTT?” that drew everyone's attention to him but it didn’t come and instead -

“Oh.” Your voice comes out shaky now. Your reaction makes him actually look at you this time. You were holding your beer between your thighs, and your head was hanging low as you were just staring at your fingers around the handle of the mug. You didn’t want him to join the military police. You knew that’s what he wanted, but for some reason, you always thought he’d change his mind. “Please don’t.” You tilt your head up slightly as tears threaten to form, your throat feeling like thorns as you speak.

“Why shouldn’t I? I would have three meals daily for life, and I’d be safe behind the walls.” He shifts his body towards you now with an aggression in his voice that wasn’t there before. He just wanted you to say the magic words that would get him to stay. He wasn’t even intending to play this game with you. Heck, he told himself a month ago that he would go into the military police, settle down with a nice girl, and forget all about you and everyone else. He didn’t want to think about how you would never love him. He even stopped sitting next to you at meals and staying away from you during training and downtime. He was already feeling much better being away from the magnet that you were, which sucked him in every time you were near.

“I need you, Jean.” Your drunken thoughts betrayed you, and you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him in a way that you never had before. You corrected yourself by adding, “We need you,” but it was already too late. Jean was already being pulled back into your magnetic aura. He hated himself for it, but he cared about you way too much to let you go out into Titan territory without him.

“I guess I’ll think about it some more.” He hated seeing you sad. “Tonight, let’s just get drunk.” His face finally turns up, and he allows himself to be happy again. He takes a swig of beer and looks over at you. Your smile grows, and you throw your arms around him in a drunken hug that makes him fall backward a little. This makes you spill your beer and his, but you don’t care. Jean takes the opportunity to hug you back, and he buries his face in your hair, scared that he’d never have the chance to again. He decided he would still be at arm's length from you so that he could try to move on. He needed to pull away from you, he reminded himself.

After another beer and bantering with Sasha and Connie, you noticed Captain Levi in the dining hall checking up on all of the cadets. He was sitting in the corner with Commander Erwin and had a cup of tea in his hand. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you started approaching him with a newfound confidence you didn’t have before.

“Hiiii,” You tried your best to appear sober, but your words just came out overly excited and silly.

“Hi, Cadet,” Erwin says before Levi gets a chance to speak. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, sir!” You sloppily salute them both before grabbing a seat at their table. “Sooo, Levi.” You start inappropriately speaking to your captain while leaning over the table, purposely so he has a view of your chest and your slightly unbuttoned blouse. This was unfortunately an attempt at flirting.

“Yes, Cadet?” Captain Levi ignores that you didn’t refer to him as captain. For some reason, you’re the only one he allows to cross the line a little, even when you’re not drunk out of your mind.

“Oh, I-I just, I’m s-so, drunk. I don’t think I can walk back to my room.” You feign innocence and pout. He raises an eyebrow, unsure of what you’re getting at, but this was quite amusing for him. Usually, you’re so confident and rational that you never speak out of line like this. “Can you carry me to my room, sir?” For theatrics, you lay the back of your palm on your forehead and flip around so that the back of your head is lying on the table, and you’re now looking at your captain, who is upside down. Even upside down, he is so handsome. This makes Erwin chuckle. Oh god, it's a bad idea to be upside down. You suddenly get dizzy. Eren looks over and sees this fiasco and mumbles to himself, “shit,” before running over to you.

“Hey Y/N, you look tired; let’s get you back to your bunk.” Eren lifts you by your arms, and you let yourself be a dead weight while giggling. Your vision quickly jumps from an upside-down Levi to a right-side-up Eren, who was pulling you into him.

“Hi, Eren.” You smiled at him sweetly. “Will you carry me to my room since you’re so strong?” You refer back to when he was trying to convince you to choose him. You then add more sweetness by giving him big puppy-dog eyes.

Eren looks past you and apologizes to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin before he brings his attention back to you. “Yeah, of course.” Before Eren says anything else, you jump into him, grab the sides of his face, and kiss him passionately. His eyes widen, and his arms are weakly laid across your hips in an awkward fashion. He’s red from ear to ear when you pull away from his lips. Eren takes a moment to collect himself and then carries you on his back to your room. You fell asleep on his shoulder, and he laid you in your bunk and covered you with a blanket before he left. He walked away, brushing his lips with his fingers. He wondered if you’d remember doing that in the morning.

Back to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin, who just watched Eren carry you off to bed. “That could’ve been you if you said yes,” Erwin says, raising an eyebrow and directing his laughter at Levi.

“Oh, shut up; the brat just got too drunk for her own good.” Levi scoffed and continued to drink his tea, but his thoughts were filled with what-ifs. What would have happened if Eren hadn’t pulled you away? Would it have been him trying to take care of your drunk ass? He huffs to himself and calls it a night before standing up and leaving Erwin along with the rest of the cadets. He was suddenly no longer interested in being there.

Meanwhile, Jean saw everything. His chest hurt, but he reminded himself that he needed things like this in order to move on from you. Deep down, though, he kept wondering why Eren and not him. Was it just because Eren was there? Or do you secretly like Eren too? Liking Levi was one thing, but Eren was someone you could easily have if you so chose. Jean decided to have another drink.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #jean kirschstein #jean x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #lemon #smut #slow burn #bryannawrites #aot x reader #aot smut

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mitsuributmexican · 2 years

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Sub Armin HCs/Imagine

Ahh yes, perhaps one of the most peggable anime men I’ve come across.

When you guys do it for the first time, he’s a bit taken aback when you grab a strap on from a drawer in your nightstand. “You wanna put that w-where?” he asks. Armin has never been pegged before, but he’s clearly not opposed to it as he’s already stripped himself and is ass-up on the bed for you to start pounding him. After you two finish, all that’s on his mind is wanting to do it again and how good it felt. <3

Sub Armin who bites his lip and sucks and licks your fingers to try to be as quiet as he can while you fuck him only for you to slap his ass or take your fingers out his mouth, leaving it open and making him moan.

Sub Armin who secretly wants you to step on him and call him a whore but he’s too embarrassed to say so.

Sub Armin who wants to be fucked absolutely stupid to the point where he doesn’t know his own name, all he knows is that he’s your cumslut and the sheets are soaked with his tears, drool and cum.

Sub Armin who would tie himself up for you so you can have your way with him.

Sub Armin who looks so cute when you plow into him because tears are pricking at his eyes and his tongue is lolled out.

Sub Armin who clings onto the sheets when he’s being fucked.

Sub Armin who loves it when you make him wear skirts.

Sub Armin who only teases when he’s in a bad mood or if he’s feeling bratty and wants to be punished. When he does tease you though, he does it in the most subtle ways such as bending down to pick something up so his ass is right near you, or licking a popsicle in a really suggestive way (as shown in that picture).

Sub Armin who puts on the most innocent doe eyes and most innocent voice when you tell him that you know he’s trying to tease you.

“What do you mean I’m teasing you?” he asks as he slides a popsicle in between those pretty pink lips of his and then pulls it out. “Armin you know what you’re doing and how it looks.” you say to him. “Mommy I promise I’m not teasing.” he says, licking a stripe across the popsicle and then pulling away, breaking the string of saliva that was connected to his lips. “Alright then, if you say so.” you tell him, walking to your room to grab your strap on.

When you get back you tell Armin to take off his pants and underwear, Armin having an idea of what’s gonna happen. You sit down on the couch and tell Armin to sit on your cock as punishment for teasing. After Armin gets adjusted to your cock, he begins trying to bounce on it only for you to grab his hips and stop him. “If you wanna bounce on my cock, you have to finish your treat first.” you say into Armin’s ear. Armin lets out a whine before saying “okay” and sitting still while finishing his popsicle.

This wouldn’t have been so hard for him had you not occasionally bounced your leg and whispered little praises inside his ear. When he’s finally done, he turns his head to look at you, his face beet red. “Mommy I finished my treat, can I...?” Armin asks then pauses. “Can you what?” you ask him, knowing fully well what he wants but wanting to fluster him. “Y-you know..” Armin stutters out.

“I don’t know, Armin. Can you speak up and tell me what you want?” you say to him, in a sweet voice that was impossible for Armin to resist. “Can I start bouncing on your cock, mommy?” Armin whispered. “What was that sweetheart? I didn’t hear you. Speak a little louder.~” you tell him. Armin whimpers before gulping and repeating his question in a louder voice. “Mommy, can I please bounce on your cock now that I finished my treat?” he asks, little tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from embarrassment.

“Of course you can, Armin. You’ve earned it.” you say to him. Armin immediately begins bouncing on your cock, his cute moans and wet slapping noises immediately filling the room.

Perhaps he’d tease you more often.

#sub armin #armin #arlert #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot smut #snk smut #smut #lemon #tumblr #mod mitsuri #mod mitsuri writes

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insomniacscripts · 10 months

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Hello again friends. Today I bring you part one of (five?) or so of an Armin Series *****MDNI*****

This is a Virgin!Armin series and a Sub!Armin series. (Bc I KNOWW that man whimpers omg)

I Hope you all will be interested in this mini series! ❤️❤️

Love you guys!

- J

#attack on titan #aot smut #aot imagines #aot #armin x you #armin smut #armin x reader #armin arlet x you #smut #lemon #lime #fluff #Virgin!armin #sub!armin #miniseries

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Levi Ackerman x Dom. Fem Reader

So, this is the Female Ver I mentioned, like, a year ago. Here it is.

For those of you that haven't seen the male version and you're interested in pt 1, here!

I'm off to the hole of cringe, I will cringe until I'm proven this isn't.

🕳🚴🏽‍♀️

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⚔If They Saw You Now⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Subby Levi, dom fem reader (but anatomy hardly mentioned), edging, no editing (remember because I'm cringing in embarrassment? lol)

Who would've thought humanity's strongest soldier was weakest beneath you?

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Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s strongest solider.

Laying on his bed, helpless.

“What would they think if they saw you now, Le-vi? Hm?”

He gives a pitiful growl, muffled by his cravat.

And you simply wave off the glare he gives you, it was so cute.

He didn’t seem genuinely pissed off anyway, the growing flush on his face proved otherwise.

“How precious, humanity’s strongest, rutting into me like a hormonal little boy. So desperate, so weak.”

His lashes fluttered when your tongue trailed over his chest, latching on a sensitive bud.

“I bet you wish you could touch me, hm? Not until I say so, pretty boy.”

He couldn’t break from his restraints without permission, or he would get punished.

A long, muffled groan, met your ears. A delightful sound.

He really wished you’d take that damned dress off already, it wasn’t fair at all, he was down to almost nothing while you weren’t even close.

And that mouth, you were even more skilled with it than he was killing titans.

He held his breath as you unlaced his undergarment, slow and teasing.

His exhale was one of relief when he was finally free.

“Well, someone’s eager…I guess when you know what’s coming…”

You and Levi had been doing this for a while.

Just when he was getting tired of the sexual frustration, he met you.

You were charming, flirtatious, yet one of the most real people he’s met.

And one day, it was really going somewhere.

This was new to him, so for once, he relinquished control…

Well, more than once, but he hadn’t known that then.

You started with a little peck, before engulfing him.

He tossed his head back with a little whimper, brows starting to do that cute little furrow you like.

How badly he wanted to grip your hair, to beg you to go faster and not torture him with this slow pace.

“Mhmn…”

“Not so loud, you don’t want a cadet at your door, do you?” you chuckled at a twitch, “Or maybe you do?”

Before he could scowl at you, you returned to your job at the moment, faster than before.

As he shuddered, his chest jumped. Whines and whimpers obstructed by his precious cravat.

Please, please. Can he?

“You can take it off, now.”

He thrust his arms forward, breaking free of restraints, tossing his cravat aside, he hurried to take off your dress.

“Slow down, you’re stronger than you look, you might—”

*RIIIP*

He froze at his fatal mistake.

“Levi…what did I tell you last time?”

“Sorry…”

“Hm. I’ll deal with that later, for now, service me,” you lean back on your hands, your chest puffed out to him.

Quickly his tugged at your thighs, pulling you closer.

His eyes were cloudy as he lifted your bottom half, his lips meeting his desired area.

“The better you do, the nicer I’ll be with your punishment—Mmm!”

He seemed so starved, like it was his mission to please you.

And it was, he always aimed to please.

And he liked to watch his goal come into fruition, carefully watching your expressions.

“Levi…you’re doing so good,” you ran your hands through his hair, your voice almost a whisper.

He couldn’t believe you had people fooled, thinking you were so sweet.

You were savory and bold like black tea, truly.

And he loved every bit of it.

You were so pretty, he couldn’t help but rut into the sheets.

“Levi. Stop.”

It was hard to pull away, but he did.

You met his lips in a sweet kiss, “Sit back.”

As you pressed him gently against your opening, he twitched a little higher. Eager to feel you at your warmest.

Not that he’d complain about those pretty lips of yours, but the other pair felt so much better.

Just when you were about to ease in, there was a knock at his door.

A growl came from somewhere deep in his throat, “Who the hell—”

You glanced at the door, “Find out.”

“Who the hell is it?”

“Eren, sir.”

“That fucking brat, always coming at the wrong time. This is the third time he’s interrupted us. At this point it might as well be on purpose,” he muttered before raising his voice, “What do you want, Cadet?”

“I was just letting you know Commander Erwin returned.”

You sunk onto him in impatience, settling your thighs on his.

In a whisper, he whimpered, “Fuck-!”

“Captain?”

“What? I-Is there something he needs me for?” he did his best to breathe evenly.

“Just to go over what he discovered while he was gone.”

You moaning into his neck, digging your nails into his back…it was driving Levi crazy, “H-hurry up, Pretty boy.”

“Tell him I’ll come by later—" he muffled the very loud and inappropriate groan with a breast.

That wasn’t fair, you rolling your hips in a deep circle like that.

“But sir—”

“Eren, we’re busy, we’ll be done soon. I’d appreciate if you’d leave us be,” you answered for Levi, his mouth currently muffled as he let out a string of moans. You’d quickly cut him off after speeding up.

Only you could hear such pretty sounds, Eren wouldn’t get the luxury.

“Miss [Y/n] is in there, too?! Wait—Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Go away, before I cut you up with Levi’s blade and feed the bits to the titans—” your breath hitched as Levi involuntarily thrusted into that perfect spot, rougher than the pace you’d set.

“R-Right, sorry! I’ll tell Commander Levi will come by later,” you heard footsteps rushing away.

Once he was gone you lifted your hand, only for high-pitched, pathetic little moans to spill out.

“Damn it! Shit! Fuck!” he hissed.

You could feel he was close, you knew his body well.

But you forced the pace to slow.

He gasped helplessly, “You—You brat! How could you? I was…”

You were edging him. How cruel of you.

“I told you, you were getting punished. That hadn’t changed. But since that pretty mouth isn’t too bad, I’ll be nice. I’ll only do this…two more times. Erwin can wait.”

“Please…” his voice wobbled.

“Should’ve thought of that before you ruined my pretty dress,” you did a smooth roll of your hips, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you have enough energy to go meet with your blonde boyfriend.”

“Shut up, he’s not and you know it,” he grits out.

“But I might take enough to shut up that defiant mouth of yours.”

“I—”

“Are you ready for round two? Who am I kidding, you have the stamina…”

You flash him a smile, “And maybe, if you’re a good boy, I might let you fuck me how you wish after this.”

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