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#c: mikasa ackerman
soulcluster-moved · 1 year
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@handpickedriot / jean kirstein / xx.
Mikasa watched him take her hand in his own, his gentle touch a warm balm. Though she had asked him the question, she wasn't sure what his answer would be, and that made her nervous.
Not that it showed. Her veneer was impassive, as it so often was.
After suffering through the incident that lost her her parents, Mikasa gained precise control over herself, from her emotions to her movements. Personal chastisement followed any slip up. Eren wouldn't always be around to save her. Unfortunately, this mindset rarely made her friends, and it was a wonder to her that Jean had even stuck around this long. Never mind the fact that, for the longest time, he simply hadn't registered on her radar.
So it led to the question...did he even like who she was? More importantly, did Mikasa understand who she was? Maybe, what she really wanted, was to understand how Jean saw her.
Too bad he didn't answer her question.
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Mikasa's eyes met his. "That's not an answer."
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worldhell · 2 months
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I love you. Always and forever.
-eren
@mikasa & armin
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iwontv-blog · 11 months
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Misleading video. This isn't EreMika, it speaks of a woman who had to cut off the wings of love. Now he’s a memory.
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sburbanlegends · 1 year
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@decimatlas , mikasa to eren.
it’s warm out, but mikasa still hasn’t pulled the scarf down from her face. no, because if she does armin & eren will realize instantly that she does not feel as good as she’s pretending to be.
so she keeps it up, just in case. if she stops training, she’ll become useless to eren. she can’t have that. but as eren comes in, so does a gust of wind: knocking her scarf off & revealing her worn out face.
maybe he’ll leave it. but as soon as his eyes fall on her bruises, she knows that’s not going to happen. before he can speak, she quickly speaks up. “i have training soon. i’m okay.”
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mayajadewrites · 18 days
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I Wish I Hated You
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summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?
warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn
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C H A P T E R T W O: R E D
You watch Levi walk through the door with Erwin following closely behind. Erwin immediately spots you and mouths 'sorry' before holding up his phone to signal that he's going to text you. 
Levi doesn't make eye contact with you but he knows you're there. He walks up to the bar and orders two whiskey drinks for himself and Erwin. 
You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, assuming it's a message from Erwin.
Erwin: He insisted on coming here. I didn't want him to come alone and do something stupid.
You: Did Hange tell him I would be here?
Erwin: Not sure. He might've heard her talking to you though. She's awfully load.
You: Of course. 
"Hange, I'm gonna need you to start being more self aware." You sigh. Hange tilts her head to the side and looks at you before following your eyes and turning around to see Levi. 
"Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't think I was talking that loud!" 
"It's okay. We're bound to run into each other at some point or another." You take a sip of your drink, letting the liquid slide down your throat. "I need another." 
"It's on me." Hange stands up and orders another round at the bar. She stands next to Levi as she waits for the drinks, pushing on his shoulder. He's wearing a grey henley with black jeans and black boots. You can't hear what's being said, but you see Levi's eyes dart away from Hange's. 
"Here you go!!" Hange danced as she brought the drinks back. "Man, your ex is a dick." She sipped her beer. 
"You're telling me. Cheers to me for not being with him anymore!" You clink your glasses, receiving a glare from Levi. 
His slate colored eyes finally met yours. One of his eyebrows were raised as he sipped his drink, holding your gaze. You can't help but stare into his eyes - the eyes you woke up to most mornings, the ones that observed you so closely that he knew exactly what to do to make you go crazy. 
You chug your 4th drink, wiping some excess liquid off your lips. Your head feels like it's spinning, which means it's time to stop drinking because it'll only get worse from here. 
Erwin comes over and says hi verbally, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry about this again. He's been in such a mood today." 
Your eyes fall to Levi again, this time he's already staring at you. Your heart feels like it's skipping several beats as he gets up from the barstool, seemingly coming your way.
"Levi, go away." Hange waves her hand. "You want to cause more damage? She's having fun."
"She's drunk." Levi said flatly, examining your face. "You see her cheeks? They're a shade before red. She needs to go home."
"You have no authority over her anymore, Levi." Hange's tone turned serious. "She's not yours." 
Levi didn't respond. He kept his eyes on you as you looked back and forth between him, Hange, and Erwin.
"I'm fine." You finally speak, sipping on the water Hange brought for you. "I'm gonna uber home once Hange and I are done." 
"No, I'm gonna drive you home." Levi pulled a chair to your table. 
"I'd rather walk home." You turn your head away from him. "I'll call a ride." 
"From who? What's his name?"
"Why do you assume it's a man? I was talking about calling Mikasa. I'll take any other Ackerman to drive me home other than you." 
Erwin could not help but laugh when you said that. He patted Levi on the back, shaking his head. "Levi what am I gonna do with you." He says between laughs. 
"The only Ackerman that will be driving you home is me." Levi ignores Erwin. "I'll make sure no one else can pick you up." 
"You're insane." You finally look at him, which was a mistake. Your heart almost melts at the sight. "Fine. If it'll make you shut up, you can drive me home."
Levi is content with that answer. He starts a conversation about something else for a bit, occasionally watching you. Soon Erwin pays the tab because he feels so bad about Levi.
"Next time I'll text you for drinks." Hange hugs you. "Small fry, please get her home safe. I don't want to hear anything crazy tomorrow."
"I'm always safe. Thanks for your concern, four eyes." Levi holds his hand out for you to take to get up from your seat.
"Absolutely not." You slap his hand away. "This is a ride. Because I'm drunk and can barely see my phone screen." You stand up slowly. "Just take me to your car." 
Levi walks in front of you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. You refused to take a step until he gets in the drivers seat.
"Come on, stop being stubborn." Levi rolls his eyes.
"Sit in your seat then I'll sit in mine."
"Even when you're obliterated you're hard headed." Levi went to his side and got into the drivers seat. You climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and closing your eyes. Your apartment isn't too far from the bar, so this won't be too torturous - being in a car with Levi. 
You turn your gaze to him and watch him drive. He has one hand on the steering wheel, the other one tapping his leg almost nervously. His face looks stone cold. 
"Thanks." You open your door and get out of he car. "I'll have Hange bring me to my car tomorrow."
"I'm helping you inside." Levi turns the ignition off and  stands next to you outside. 
"I don't need anything from you. Especially your help." You fish through your purse for your keys. You can barely tell which is which but you will. 
"I need to make sure you don't die in there. I don't want you to choke on your own vomit." 
"That was one time." You rolled your eyes, walking with Levi to your front door. 
He uses his key to unlock your door before sliding it back in his pocket. 
"I'm gonna need that back." You look at him before walking in.
Levi doesn't answer, he just walks into your home. He grabs a bottled water from the fridge and some medicine from the cabinet. "Go change."
You don't have the energy to say anything back. You go in your room and put on one of your favorite baggy tshirts that covers your ass, so you don't need to put pants on. You pull your hair into a messy bun and you pad to the living room and grab the water from him. 
"I'm good now. You can leave." 
"I'm staying and taking you to your car tomorrow."
"Levi, can you please leave me alone?" You throw your head back. "I've thought about you every fucking second of this last month. I don't need to see you in my house." 
Levi sighs and sits on the couch. "I'll leave once you fall asleep." He looks down, interlacing his fingers together.
"Levi." You sigh. You watch as he looks up at you, his eyes look... sad. Unfortunately for you, you possess empathy. "Fine." You turn around and walk into your room and take a sip of the water. Once you get in bed, the room feels like it's spinning and you close your eyes to stabilize yourself. Then, you doze off.
You feel a warm hand on your cheek but you refused to act like your felt it. A thumb moved across your cheek to your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. Then the hand was gone and you heard your bedroom door close, and then your front door. 
When you wake up, it's noon. Good thing you're off today. 
Your head is pounding but not as bad as it could be. You take a sip of the water thats on your nightstand and stretch your upper body. 
After you brush your teeth and hair, you make your way to your kitchen to make a quick lunch. You see a cup of iced coffee and a bagel on your counter along with a note. 
Your favorite hangover meal.
Levi
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c0kitty · 8 months
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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓 w/ boxer!mikasa ackerman x f!reader               « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                            
summary: boxer!mikasa dating reader! (⛦) content: fluff, kind of smut at the end. buff mikasa. use of strap. sexual themes. you guys live together. mikasa loves spoiling. totally inspired from watching bloodhounds. (⛦) w/c: 500 +
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⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who is considered one of the best female boxers of all time. she'll do her signature swift-right-hook, one that neither the opponent, nor the audience saw coming, and the opponent would be on the floor, just as the match began.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who just loves to talk about you in interviews. what was she going to do for the celebration? you, of course. what's keepin' her going? you. how does she ground herself? again, with just the thought of your name.
to add on, despite her intimidating muscles and long messy-black hair, mikasa becomes incredibly soft as soon as your name is mentioned.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, expect mikasa to spoil you, with the money she makes from boxing, which was a lot. manicures, pedicures, fancy dinners, money to get your hair done, traveling to different countries. visitin' places like france, spain, tokyo, etc.
but sadly, you did have to have a strict schedule since she needed to return to practice training and prepare for matches. she would probably plan what you guys were gonna do, with no detours! or, she'll get a little pissy.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you were a little afraid would exert herself too much. you know how boxer tournaments could be life or death sometimes, so you were scared one day someone would over-power her and do too much. mikasa would reassure you that she wouldn't let that happen, tapping out if she thinks she wouldn't make it in the end.
you knew you couldn't completely trust the circumstance, but her reassurance helped you when your mind wandered a little too far late at night.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, who is incredibly fit. even though she wasn't totally ripped, leaner than the other boxers, she did have such a drooling-over body. her arms would flex, becoming prominent, and her shoulder was broader contrasted to her slender waist, moles decorating her figure. — and her thighs, good lord, when she sat down, they looked so muscular and thick. 
all you wanted her to do sometimes is suffocate you with her thighs, n' b intoxicated with the smell of her pussy.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you constantly try to play with, but you guys end up in some type of position, with her tongue shoved in your clit and, her hands gripped around your thighs.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who has so much stamina from boxing, and it really plays out in the bedroom. your back pressed into the mattress, acrylic nails find her neck. your moans would fill the halls. her eye's flickering to the strap drenched in your cum as it thrusts in and out your pussy, and to your face, with cascaded with tears.
her glossed lips whisperin' into your ear. "you're doing so good, princess. jus' a little more."
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who wins the USA boxing championship. she looked so hot, with her mouthguard, sweat seeping down her body, and her muscles glistening. her black shoulder-length hair sticking to her face, looking absolutely flushed as the referee gets her hand to declare her winner.
she would smile radiantly as she watched you cheer her on, screaming, "that's my baby!"
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papenathys · 3 months
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Identifying as trans in online spaces is crazyyyyy. I am afab and haven't been on hormones or gotten any surgery, neither do I wish to. But I changed my pronouns on Instagram after coming out to friends, and IMMEDIATELY got called very specific slurs about my physical appearance, implying I'll never be a real woman because of my features, which was frankly hilarious because, to repeat,
a) I was assigned female at birth and present as conventionally feminine b) I'm not in fact a "real" woman nor do I wish to be if the ideal of real womanhood is soft delicate hairless coquettecore waifu (this includes sapphic womanhood too) and c) this entire online transphobic outburst of rage was because I said Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan is a poorly written female character and AOT stans got defensive about her. Defensive about Mikasa, famously called "Mankasa" by the same fandom because she got short hair in s4 and her body was made muscular and less petite than before.
It's just. so funny how cis people think they have had a true gotcha moment, when their idea of gender is so painfully limited and hideously outdated that they don't even realise their insults inadvertently end up as praise.
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so-many-fandoms-here · 3 months
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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)
• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader
• Genre: fluff
• Warnings: none. Just a funny little idea I got in the shower. Not as depressing as usual 🫶🏻
An Useful Skill
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The nicest days were the ones no one had to fight for their lives. Even the survey corps had their days off which were often used to visit family or go to town. Since no one waited for you, you chose the latter and together with Hanji, Levi, Erwin and a few other comrades who weren’t that lucky to have someone to visit you made your way to pretend to be normal for a few hours.
With a smile you gave your horse into the care of a nice old man with an impressively long, white beard. „So“, Hanji spoke. „Any particular plans?“ You just shook your heard before looking over to Levi who had his usual stoic expression. „Trying to not get migraines from your voice“, he mumbled, giving Hanji an annoyed glance. „Charming as always“, they responded, rolling their eyes even though their just as amused as you.
Your eyes wandered to the sight in front of you again, watching Eren, Armin and Mikasa who walked a few feet in front of you. It was the first day off since the new recruits started at the regiment. The other recruits already flew out, doing whatever kids in their age did.
„Im going this way“, Erwin stated after a while. „I need to get a few things. Keep an eye on Eren, Levi.“
Levi shot an irritated glance at the commander, obviously not thrilled by this order. „It’s my day off!“, he said rather angry. Erwin sighed, smelling the upcoming argument he can’t avoid, and turned around again. „Yes. But he’s under your care“, he remembered, making Levi raising his eyebrows. „What, can’t clean up after my fucking pet?“
You turned to Hanji just to witness that they had difficulties to control their laughters too.
„If your pet can turn into a titan, then I‘m afraid not.“ Erwin stated calmly which made Levi even more pissed. „And what am I supposed to do without an odm gear?“ Levi pointed down his white button down shirt which was stuffed neatly into his black pants. „Without that I am just as useful against a titan as the military police is.“
That was the point where you couldn’t keep quiet anymore and Hanji and you bursted out laughing, earning an annoyed glance from your husband. As he turned around again, Erwin was already walking away. „I trust you, Levi“, he says with a wave before disappearing behind a corner. „Oh my god“, Levi mumbled while pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he looked to the kids. Armin and Eren were caught up in a conversation, which Mikasa followed quietly. „Those brats better behave.“
Luckily they did. To be honest, it was a rather pleasant day. Since Jean went with Sasha and Connie there wasn’t any danger of another stupid argument coming up between him and Eren so everything was really peaceful.
At one point you came to a story that sold clothing, mostly dresses and even though everything seemed really expensive you just couldn’t bring yourself to walk past it. So you went inside to look around. Dreaming is free after all.
You stepped inside a heaven made of cloth and lace. Everywhere you looked was a dress, more beautiful that the other. You walked your rounds through the cinnamon scented store, always coming back to that one dress.
It had a white blouse, the sleeves puffy at the shoulders. The crimson red skirt fell to the middle of the dolls shinbone and on top it wore a little jacket in the same red. Next to the doll was a pile with the same dresses, neatly folded.
Levi looked through the rather big store for you while folding a button down shirt he found and bought. It was the cheapest thing in the whole store but still shitty expensive. Since the material was really good, he figured it would be okay to spoil himself one time with a decent shirt.
He found you standing in front of the puppet with the dress. The way your (e/c) eyes sparkled told him how much you liked it. „Found something?“, he asked as he stepped beside you, slightly touching your back before pulling his hand back. A small gesture others wouldn’t even notice, but meant the world for you since Levi wasn‘t really someone who showed affection in public, but tried anyway since he knew how much it meant to you.
„Oh no“, you said with a rather sad laugh. „It’s way too expensive.“ Levi followed your eyes who were looking at the price tag now, causing him to raise his eyebrows at this ridiculous price.
„You’d look beautiful in it“, he reassured you, managing to still make you blush after all those years.
Levi knew damn well that it embarrassed you to admit that you were disappointed over something so insignificant like a dress. You tend to forget that just because you’re a soldier, you can have normal wishes like a pretty dress and that you can be disappointed over something other people would be.
You shook your head to get rid of the imagination of you inside this dress. „Well, I don’t need anything from here. How about we eat something? There is a nice looking café.“
Levi seemed like he snapped out of his thoughts when he looked at you. „That’s a nice idea. Go ahead, I’ll be there in a second.“ You didn’t thought further about it, which may have been a mistake, and went out of the store to walk to the building on the other side of the street. Eren, Armin and Mikasa followed you. Hanji tried to too, but Levi held them by the wrist, stopping them in their movement. „Do me a favor, four eyes.“
„Well if you ask that nicely“, Hanji laughed, irony painting their statement. „What can I do for you, shorty?“
Levi ignored the nickname and pulled them down to him, so Hanji would hear his whispering. „Distract the shop keeper.“
Hanji frowned at him. „Why?“ „Just do it!“, he hissed before letting the collar of their shirt go.
Hanji thought about it for a second, keeping eye contact to the man but eventually just shrugged their shoulders and turned around to walk up to the Lady, who seemed to be the owner.
With a quick glance around to make sure no one was there, he walked back to the corner of the shop where you saw the dress. He looked at the sizes and with skilled hands he grabbed one of the dresses and one of the jackets, folded it really quick and shoved it underneath the shirt he wore. To be safe he closed the buttons of the jacket too, hoping it wouldn’t be so obvious that he just shoved a whole dress underneath his clothes.
He walked back to the entrance, looking at Hanji, the unbeaten winner of chewing ears off, to sign them he’s done. Luckily the woman had turned her back to the door, so Levi was able to leave without her even noticing him.
You were standing in front of the café, chatting with the others and chewing on a bagel when Levi made his way to you.
Your smile faded and you squeezed your eyes as you looked at him, sensing that something was off. You knew your husband. When Hanji almost stormed out of the shop, you knew that there wasn’t just something off, there was something terribly wrong.
„It’s time to go brats“, Levi announced. „We’re supposed to be back by sunset.“
You cocked your eyebrows at him and his suddenly messy outfit. „Levi?“, you whispered as you walked beside him but he shushed you. Even Hanji avoided your gaze.
The whole way back to the headquarters you could just guess what happened, and you really hoped you interpreted Levi’s sudden belly he didn’t had when you arrived wrong.
You didn’t even let them take care of the horses. Instead you instantly dragged Levi and Hanji with you inside the building and to Levis office.
„Don’t tell me you-“ you started when you closed the door but got interrupted by Levi. „You know that I have been stealing a lot in the underground.“
That confirmed your guess, but even though your tried to be mad at him, you couldn’t stop the smile that rose in your face.
„It’s an useful skill you’ll never un-learn. Do the math“, he said while opening up his jacket. Hanji leaned with a big grin against the door, only realizing why exactly they had to distract the owner.
„Levi!“, you tried to scold him, but failed since the smile in your face caused that not even you could take yourself seriously. „Go ahead and try it on“, he mumbled while pulling the folded dress out of his own clothing, handing it to you.
Your eyes darted to Hanji who stood silently in the corner. „You knew?“ They raised their hands with an excusing expression. „He just told me to distract the owner.“
Eyes jumping back to Levi you gave up to try to look angry, making room for a soft smile on your face. „Levi.“
„Your eyes sparkled“, he mumbled almost too quiet for you to hear, but he quickly switched to his usual behavior again. „Now try it on, brat!“
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soulcluster-moved · 1 year
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@handpickedriot / jean kirstein 🔥? ( jean for mikasa ❤️)
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Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.
Mikasa wasn't one to easily admit her feelings, at least not verbally. Instead they came out in her actions. For a long time, there had only been Eren, and she protected her adopted brother with a single minded devotion. That was why it took so long to notice the way Jean made her feel.
But once she did, the thoughts weren't easily dismissed. It had become so much more than admiring him as a peer. It was the way his clothes clung to his muscles, the way his voice traveled down her spine, the way when his hands brushed her she felt electricity travel through her.
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"...He's not unattractive."
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Shingeki no Kyojin: The Final Season Part 3 || Official Trailer
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lenok993 · 9 months
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peepism · 5 months
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Number | Levi Ackerman
modern AU! Levi sees you standing in line with your friends waiting to order some food, he strikes up a conversation in hopes to getting your number. Some swearing, obviously. (Levi is also around the same age, not much of an age gap)
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The streets of Maria were full of loud bustling this particular evening, with children screaming in joy while continuously going up and down play structures at the local park, people selling their products at the market, and various activities being held.
Everyone was outside, including the college students whom usually would've stayed in their dorms studying for their year end exams.
"I SAY WE GO GET SOME ICE CREAM!" Sasha randomly chimed in, bringing your focus to your large group of friends, that was one way to break your train of thought.
"I agree, the sun is out and everyone is enjoying their time. Surely it won't hurt to get some sweets in our stomachs." Historia- better known as Krista added, her sweet smile making anyone want to agree.
You trailed behind them, keeping your mouth shut just out of habit, occasionally pulling out your phone to check if you had gotten any messages from anyone. It wasn't that you weren't interested in being out spending time with them, not at all, it was just your anxiety from being out in the open and also thinking about how much studying you'll need to cram. Especially your psychology, that class had no breaks what so ever and the content was heavy. "Y/n, you alright?" A small voice beside your whispered, causing a small jump from you. "I'm fine Mikasa."
"Y/n/n.. be honest. Usually you're being loud and obnoxious right now with everyone else. What's going on?" She pestered more, her grey eyes practically piercing into your soul.
– I suppose I'm just a bit stressed, is all.
– About what? You know you can talk to me, it's not like I'll tell the others.
– It's just the studying I need to do, sure, I shouldn't be thinking about it and should be out here enjoying my time with everyone but I just can't. You all know how much I've been struggling lately in Psychology.
– I know, but hey... will those hot guys take your mind off it for even a little while?
Your e/c looked to where she had nudged, a small mischievous smile trying it's best to not appear on your lips, knowing full well she would have proved her point if you allowed her to see it. This caused stifled laughter from the both of you, making everyone else turn around in curiosity, demanding and begging for you both to reveal the secret but to no avail.
"Seriously, what is it Mikasa?" An angry Eren continued, bugging the poor girl. It was incredibly obvious they both fancied one another. You just couldn't stand the bickering, which lead you to pushing past them up to the front so you could order your ice cream.
Unbeknownst to you, Levi Ackerman had walked up having spotted his sister and Eren. Questioning them on what they were up to and vice versa, until his eyes had landed on you.
His slender fingers grabbed Mikasa's arm, wanting her to pay close attention to what he had to say. It was a weird habit of his he had, he also wasn't the most gentle with his grip either. "Who's that?" His eyes squinted, his head giving a curt nod in your direction.
– That's Y/n L/n. A friend of mine, clearly.
– No shit, fuckface. Clearly she's a friend of yours. Is she single?
– Why do you want to know? She's too young for you, besides. Why would I want you dating a good friend of mine. It's weird.
– "I'm not even that fucking old?" Levi scowled, his forehead creasing at the small digs his younger sibling kept giving him.
"Whatever Levi, do what you want. However it doesn't mean I'll be happy with you." She finally warned, giving the short man a little shove towards you who had begun ordering their ice cream.
Now that his mood had been ruined, he grumpily made his way towards, brushing himself off from every inch.
As you began to laugh from something Connie had said, his heart began to skip. Cheezie of him to think, but your laugh truly was the most adorable thing he had ever heard in his life. It up lifted his mood faster than light.
With one last final mental pep talk, he excused himself from cutting in front of the large friend group, making quick conversation with a few and butting into yours in particular.
"I'm so glad most guys don't ask for numbers. I don't think I'd know how to react. It's a bit awkward now a days to ask for a number. The sucky part about it is, if he doesn't ask for your number then you automatically know he doesn't want anything serious, and I'm just not that type of person. Ya know?" You had been talking, answering a silly question that Ymir had asked once she saw the amount of guys that had been taking quick glances at you.
When Ymir noticed Levi standing behind you, a shit eating smirk adorned her face, arms folding over her chest and her finger giving a quick point.
"What?" Your face furrowed in confusion, whipping around to come face to face with the attractive man. The blood that rushed to your face out of embarrassment was unmatched. "Oh fuck, hello!"
– "Hello." He chuckled quickly adding on to have a conversation with you. "I'm Levi, Mikasa's brother. I figured I'd do my rounds introducing myself to everyone. Not that I planned on it. I just saw her with you guys and thought I'd come say hello. Everyone was around when I spoke to her except you two. Didn't want to leave you guys out."
– "Mhm. Is that so?"
An amused look shone in your eyes, a small giggle wanting to force its way out of your throat. He was a bit awkward with it, yet it was cute in it's on way.
– Indeed. Might I catch your name?
– Y/n L/n. Everyone calls me Y/n/n though.
– Noted. So tell me about yourself?
– Well, I'm a (Your major) student. I plan on becoming a (profession).
– Interesting, I'm studying to become a lawyer. So far I have two years of studying left. I wish you luck in yours.
– Must be hard, but yes, you as well! It was nice meeting you!
– It was nice meeting you as well Y/n.
You were practically melting inside, your attention completely on him as he had slowly began to walk away. Yumir was the one who pointed out your ice cream had been dripping down your hand to your arm from not having eaten any yet from being in la la land with Levi.
This caused you to frantically grab napkins and clean yourself up, your friends giggling at you. When you were suddenly being helped by another pair of hands, a pair you recognized but didn't at the same time until your gaze shifted up. Nose inches away from Levi's.
"By the way. I forgot to ask. Can I get your number?" His steel eyes glimmered, knowing full well you weren't going to say no.
"Depends. How old are you?" You shot back now being all cleaned up with his help, heart absolutely feeling as though it was going to jump out of your chest.
"I'm twenty-three. You?"
"Nineteen. Too young?"
"Pushing it."
A row of giggles spewed out, not being able to be held down any longer. You had to admit, he was pretty smooth with it, it probably ran in the Ackerman genes. Gingerly you passed him your phone and he added his number in your contacts, fingers brushing up against yours as he handed it back. "Your ice cream, it's melting again.." He droned out, shaking his head to grab some more napkins and help you out. Not leaving until he tucked a strand of h/c behind your ear.
– We thought you said you were glad guys don't ask for numbers, Y/n/n. Everyone in unison laughed
– Oh shut the fuck up, this is an exception.
– An exception who just so happens to be my older brother. Mikasa finally teased.
It was a nice day. Amazing even. A day you'd never regret skipping studying for.
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Congrats on the 1k! For the event I was wondering if you could do “Levi Ackerman”, “motor oil” and “black”?
(thank you!!)
levi ackerman x f!reader
— in which you’re an elementary school teacher, levi’s niece is your student, and yet somehow you can’t help but find yourself gasping under his steady touch in the dark supply closet of your classroom time and time again.
c: 18+ only, fingering, praise kink
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It’s a familiar dance—impatient hands blazing well-trodden, invisible paths. Firm presses of fingertips, the scraping of nails. Plush lips and nipping teeth and tongues and saliva and quiet, muffled moans buried behind a warm, calloused palm.
—husky words rasped against the shell of your ear, gray eyes boring into yours—framed by mussed, inky black locks of hair. The smell of motor oil and leather and something vaguely citrus, all relentlessly curling through your senses with each gasping inhale he pulls from you as his hands slide up your thigh.
Levi Ackerman may very well be the death of you.
“I like this dress,” he murmurs, taking a fistful of the soft, cotton material in one hand, bunching the skirt up as he trails his thumb along the waistband of your panties.
It’s dark in the cramped supply closet of your classroom, but Levi doesn’t need to see to know where to touch you, to know exactly how much pressure to use as he drags a finger over you swollen clit—just enough to make you gasp into his mouth as he kisses you hard.
The shouts and laughter out in the schoolyard are hardly audible behind the closed door, a quiet hum of background noise broken up by the steady ticking of the clock on the wall beside your desk. The sounds are a reminder—that recess will end soon. It will end and a little girl will run into the room with wide eyes and shout, “Uncle Levi!”
And he’ll shoot one last meaningful glance in your direction as he brushes a hand over the rumpled visitor’s pass stuck to his jacket, taking his niece out of school early for one reason or another yet again.
But for now, it’s just the two of you, his name a near-silent plea on your kiss-swollen lips as he pushes your thighs further apart and tugs your panties aside, slipping a finger inside of you.
You couldn’t stand him at first when he began showing up for Mikasa more often than not, filling in when her parents couldn’t. His motorcycle was so loud you could hear it from the parking lot all the way in your classroom, and despite the gentle way he lit up for the tiny human in your care, you couldn’t say the same for his clipped, reserved demeanor otherwise.
Like he had better things to do than endure the cheery attitude of the second grade teacher wearing a bright dress covered in sunflowers.
(He’d outright shuddered when you’d asked him if he wanted to stick around once while the students took turns observing the class’s caterpillars, stalking off as he clicked his tongue against his teeth and muttered something about “sanitary classrooms” under his breath.)
Well, until a private meeting about a structured teaching plan for Mikasa—one that she was not present for—somehow went from a biting, quasi-argument of sarcastic remarks to his mouth over yours with your back up against the chalkboard.
(“You drive me crazy,” he panted, eyes alight with a mixture of intrigue and defeat, chalk streaked across his fingertips.
Eyebrow raised, you laughed, “Got a thing for teachers?”
His eyes trailed over your form, something unreadable in his expression.
“Just you,” he exhaled softly.
Far softer than you’d ever thought him capable of.)
There’s a tattoo on Levi’s collarbone, one that you’ve only seen teases of when the neck of his shirt falls victim to your wandering hands. Like now, when white cotton strains against the grip of your fingers while you buck into his touch, wet cunt spasming around the two digits curled inside of you.
You’re not really sure what to call this arrangement, the one where neither of you acts like this happened once the door to the closet shuts behind you afterward with a click (but if there’s one thing you are certain of, it’s that Levi has suddenly found far more excuses to be the one picking Mikasa up as of late).
And it’s the looming, liminal space of uncertainty that makes you do a double take at his next words, ones he murmurs against your throat—
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your heart leaps in your chest, a clumsy, fumbling thing. But you can’t even bring yourself to come up with a coherent response, not when he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you even harder, reducing you to a trembling mess as he drives you to the brink of an orgasm.
“I—“
“Come for me,” he rasps.
It’s stupid, how easily those three words send a tidal wave of heat right between your thighs.
“Levi.”
“Don’t hide your face,” he breathes out just as you go to drop your forehead against his shoulder, face contorting in ecstasy. “Let me watch.”
Every nerve ending in your body is filled with liquid fire, your limbs strung so tightly you can hardly breathe.
It’s dark in the closet, but your eyes have adjusted enough to catch the glint in his as he stares at you. The slight curve of his lips as you meet his gaze, soundlessly moaning into the scant space between your mouths.
“Good girl,” he whispers, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You nearly sob as you reach your climax, walls rapidly clenching on the slick, steady thrust of Levi’s fingers as he massages your engorged, aching clit and kisses you so fervently you nearly come again right there on the spot.
Your fingers find their way into his hair as his tongue slides along yours, and when he groans lewdly into the kiss, you have half a mind to reach down and—
—but the sound of the recess bell shakes you both from your stupor, unapologetically so.
He’s breathing hard as his forehand falls against yours, once hand coming up to trace the curve of your jaw.
“Dinner?”
You grin. “I’m not getting on the back of your motorcycle though.”
He tugs at the hem of your dress, the upturn of his mouth mirroring your own. “Not in this dress, you’re not.”
There’s a bouquet of sunflowers waiting on your desk the next morning.
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