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When words fail me, kiss the secrets off my lips-[trans!levi x reader]

summary:

"Can you promise me something then?”. “When you do leave. You will not tell a soul.”

Levi kisses you, similarly to how he did the first time. Clumsily and stiff. And then he melts against you.

He doesn't regret kissing you. He refuses to regret it.

He will not regret it once you rip yourself away from him in disgust, fumbling for your things and slamming his door shut. He will not regret it once he has to transfer you to a different squad and after that, he won't regret never speaking to you again.

//or//

Levi's mother had to do whatever she thought was best for his survival underground. He's 34 now and he has been keeping a secret for as long he can remember.

Can he let himself trust someone to keep it? Just this once.

cw: Angst with a Happy Ending, Scissoring, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Virgin Levi

word count: 5.5k

Roughly thirty years ago, Kuchel, an underground prostitute had a child. In the secrecy of her run-down hotel room, she gave birth all alone.

Bringing a child into this world and surrounding it with filth and violence was not something she wished for.

She grieved the life her child could've had, if only she was born somewhere else.

If only this beautiful kid in her bloody arms was blessed enough to be born by someone else, someone who could give this child the life where it would not know hunger, fear, and desperation of the underground city from the moment it opened its eyes.

The child was tiny, awfully malnourished, yet its hands gripped tightly onto her pinky finger as she carried them both to the bathroom. She vowed to sacrifice everything for it the moment its beautiful eyes sparked up at her and its cries of life reached her ears. She promised to love this child, even if its conception came from anything but.

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Levi’s earliest memories of his mother consist of gentle touches and soft and shaky lullabies she would sing after a client would leave the hotel, throwing a pathetic amount of cash on the floor for her to gather up on her knees.

Kuchel Ackerman had a daughter. Levi was raised as a boy.

Today, there is only one living person that carries this secret.

It was the first thing Kuchel would have to do in order to protect her kid. Not only to keep it safer while it grew up but for the fear that her daughter would end up following in her footsteps, meeting the same hell she was soon to endure.

It served Levi well in the great scheme of things.

He had to adapt to being alone, putting on a cold facade so that nobody came close enough to uncover what his mother gave her life to keep hidden.

Repulsed by touch due to his upbringing made it easier, the desire to be close to people buried deep under years of cries and screams of horror he had to listen to in his earliest years of life. Some came from his own mother, others from women alike. They were everywhere, no matter what corner of the underground you hid in, someone, somewhere was desperately trying to get prying hands off of them.

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Adapting to life in the scouts took years.

Not reacting violently to a friendly pat on the back required hard work on his end. Those who hadn't seen him in his first days outside still think he's a savage when he brushes hands off his shoulders or creates space between himself and cheering groups after an expedition.

There were a handful of moments when the desire to hug someone was almost unbearable, an impulse that made him sick to his stomach and his knees weak.

His friends, comrades, the man who raised him. All of which happened when the life inside their eyes seemed to completely fade and they were too weak or too far gone to hug him back.

‘Living a life with no regrets’ is a drive people with too many of them under their belt choose as a last resort.

A human mind is not strong enough to hold onto all of them and stay sane, so naturally at one point, either you let your regrets pull you down into pits of insanity, or you create a delusion to follow in order to keep the weight on your soul that much lighter.

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“‘Vi? Are you alright?” your voice snaps Levi out of his thoughts. The bottom of his teacup comes into view as he regains his focus.

He hums, looking up at you, spread out on his couch, peeking over your book with a concerned look on your face.

It's been roughly a year and a half since Levi fell in love for the first time in his life, at the late age of 33. A year of which he spent trying to crush that feeling any way he possibly could.

You sitting there, freely and unafraid like you own the space he lives in, proves that his efforts were futile.

Seven months ago, after an expedition, Levi hugged you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, almost landing both of you on the ground. It progressed slowly from there.

Not only was the progress agonizingly slow, but it was also terribly rocky. Screaming matches, cold shoulders, silent treatments, venomous words flying off of both of your tongues before one of you inevitably admits defeat and knocks on the other's door in the middle of the night.

Levi's ego won't let him admit that 80% of the time it was him crawling to you. He felt like he couldn't breathe if he was not on good terms with you. It would eat him out during his naturally sleepless nights until he went mad with the desire to fix it. Bless his soul he never knew how to.

He would often show up at your door, both words and actions failing him the second you let him into your room.

You understood though.

His intentions were always clear as day to you. You often said how you could easily figure out what he was thinking from his eyes alone.

“I'm fine, read your stupid romance junk” his response earned him a huff and a smile. Then there's silence.

Silence compels him to fill the space with words.

It would be much easier if you were to try and force him to talk, then he could quickly get you both on his familiar ground.

Fighting.

You know better by now.

“I'm sorry about this morning” he speaks up, looking back down at his paperwork.

He's met with silence again. He knows that it's not for your lack of forgiveness, you being here is obvious proof of that.

It's you, creating more space for him to talk.

You close your book, sitting up, patiently waiting.

Levi fell in love a year and a half ago.

Levi hugged you for the first time seven months ago.

Levi let you hold his hand for the first time four months ago.

Levi kissed you for the first time a month ago.

Thirty-four years ago, Kuchel Ackerman had a daughter.

Levi is still the only living person to know this.

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The first kiss you shared was terrible. It was still the best thing Levi felt up until that point in his life.

You weren't stupid. He didn't need to tell you that he had no idea what he was doing, it was more than obvious with the way he moved against your mouth, equally clumsy and stiff at the same time. Judging by that, it was also not a secret that he never slept with anyone either.

Kissing you sends shivers down his spine and makes his fingers itch to touch you, mind going fuzzy whenever you deepen the kiss with gentle hands on his cheek or around his neck.

Everything was moving too fast. He dreaded the moment when he would have to confront this.

There were admittedly a few options.

Lie, be truthful, or simply… push you away and cherish what little he had with you in these few months, and then continue loving you from afar.

Levi did neither.

He felt terrible at this point. He was selfish, cruel, and fucking terrified. Because for some reason, when he has you within reach, he can’t stop himself from wanting you. His words contradict his actions, time and time again.

His hands are always eager to hold you, seek out and touch every part that they can grip onto. Especially when the kisses grow hotter, needier, and more bold.

His fingers slip under your shirt, at first only to feel the soft skin of your hips against his rough hands…and then they want more. Desperately.

So how can he explain himself?

After walking out on you for the nth time? Abruptly stopping you from reciprocating and bolting out of the room, leaving you all alone to figure out what you did wrong. Letting him do whatever he wanted also didn't work, because, at some point, he would stop on his own, hands snapping to his sides as if he got burned.

You took the rejections with grace, nodding and smiling at him. “Of course”, “That's alright”, “‘Vi, we don't have to, you know that right?”. You were getting exhausted though.

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So this time, when he pulled you into his lap, both of your lips swollen and red from kissing for so long, your hands gripped his the moment you felt them reach around your back and down your long skirt.

“I think that we need to stop doing this.”

Your words startled him, even if your voice was tiny, barely audible. He was stopped dead in his tracks, a gasp leaving his glossy lips as he heaved for air.

“We can just stick to holding hands or something, is that okay?”

He was speechless for a moment, yet your eyes were insisting on a reply, holding his gaze, your legs gripping him tighter to stop him from going away before giving any form of an answer. Frustration was evident on your face, and looking at you like that made him nauseous.

“Okay.” he had to will himself to talk, mumbling it out with great effort.

“Okay” you repeated, a little quieter, standing up on your feet, already on your way to the door.

“Will you come by for tea tonight?” your face softened at his panicked expression, and you knew the question was anything but a simple invitation.

Will you come back?

Is it too far gone?

Did he irredeemably fuck it up?

“Of course ‘Vi, I'll keep you company while you do your paperwork too”

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“And for all the other times…” you nodded, making space on the couch. An invitation.

Levi took it, making his way to you before sitting down again. Usually, he wouldn't be so quick with it.

Today, he needed to ease the ache in his chest.

Fears of you not showing up tonight, the hard grip on his wrists that he can still feel if he thinks about it a little harder. The general tension was suffocating.

“I'm not trying to mess with you either.”

“I know.”

“I've never done it before”

“I know that too”

There's a pause, your hand slowly inching to his.

He selfishly takes it.

“I don't know what I want.”

“I don't really believe that, you always know.”

“You're right.”

You're chewing at your lip, still not looking at him. He might run off if you stare at him too much during a serious conversation.

He hates himself for teaching you that.

“I want to”

“Okay”

“I'm terrified of it”

You hum.

You knew about his mother.

“Not because of what my mother was, I think that's not the main problem anymore”

“Oh…” you nod again, squeezing his hand once in encouragement.

“I can't give you what you need”

“You don't need to give me anything.”

“I want to. I can't.”

He's sweating, his hand turning clammy and slippery in your own.

“You have everything I need though…I'm really trying to understand Lev-”

“I don't.”

“What do you mean…” you're searching through answers in your head.

“Does it not work anymore?” it would be offensive if anyone else said it, but the way you ask is timid, gentle, and already full of understanding.

He shakes his head no.

“Not that”

“Are you concerned about the…size?”

“No!” he doesn't even have one, why does the insinuation that it's small offend him for a moment, he isn't sure.

But.

“What if I was?”

It's close to it, isn't it?

“I mean usually guys think that they-”

“Unusable. What if it's unusable.”

“Can you… not feel good?” bless your heart for always thinking about him before everything.

“I can. What if it was unusable?” he repeats the question, gripping your hand tight in his, his other fisting the cushion of his couch.

“As long as you're willing to touch me in other ways? I already know that you're good with your hands, with practically anything you try. I doubt it would be much different? We could also practice.” your tone is serious, and now you're looking at him, curiously gauging his reaction. Did you say the right thing? He's gonna bolt away any second now.

Levi takes his time to think for a moment. Being delusional, that's what he's doing.

He hums.

“It's not that.”

“Okay” he can sense that you don't believe him now. That's alright. It doesn't change anything.

“You'll run away.”

“I promise I won't!”

“You will.”

“Will not!”

It's futile.

Levi sighs. His heart feels like it's gonna beat out of his chest. Late at night, he would imagine a similar scenario to this. Over and over again.

He would think of ways to drop the conversation. A billion excuses carefully thought through, memorized to perfection.

But it's vastly different in reality.

With you, now propped on your knees on his couch, a hand strongly pulling on his collar to make him look back at you. When did he look away? When did the adoration in your eyes become repulsive enough for him to not be able to bear looking at it? He didn't even notice.

He swallows, throat bobbing as spit and bile struggle to pass the gigantic lump.

His teeth are clenched as well, rubbing uncomfortably against one another. If he doesn't relax his jaw soon, he might even chip them away from how hard they are gritted together.

“Can you promise me something then?”

Selfish.

That's what he always is when it comes to you.

He knows that you would give him anything. Promise him everything if only he demands it.

So he takes it.

Greedily. Pathetically. Miserably.

“When you do leave. You will not tell a soul.” in your head this was too silly. Levi never seemed like he cared for what people talked about behind his back. No matter how awful a rumor would be, he would let people talk. His dick was also a topic of conversation in the scouts more than once. Soldiers need to pass the time somehow.

‘Must be small, he's so short, it would make sense!’

‘Maybe that's where all the height went!!’

If you do leave, he will deal with the heartbreak. What he can't deal with is his secret flowing around at the same time. He simply doesn't know how he would handle both. He actually doesn't know how he would handle the first one either, but he tells himself that he'll manage.

Threatening would also work on anyone but you. You can't threaten someone who doesn't feel a speck of fear towards you.

So he grips at the forced promise.

“Okay ‘Vi. I promise I won't tell a soul. It won't happen though!” your stubbornness parallels his sometimes, and now he relents, finally looking at you.

He pulls you into his lap, like how you were this morning. His hands are shaking, but you're smiling at him, one hand already on his cheek.

‘Living a life with no regrets’ is a drive people with too many of them under their belt choose as a last resort.

Levi's mind is not strong enough to hold onto all of them and stay sane, so naturally at one point, either he lets his regrets pull him down into pits of insanity, or he creates a delusion to follow in order to keep the weight on his soul that much lighter.

Levi kisses you, similarly to how he did the first time. Clumsily and stiff. And then he melts against you.

He doesn't regret kissing you. He refuses to regret it.

He will not regret it once you rip yourself away from him in disgust, fumbling for your things and slamming his door shut.

He will not regret it once he has to transfer you to a different squad and after that, he won't regret never speaking to you again..

As his mind is trying to catch up with everything, your shirt is already off.

He took it off your shoulders himself, hungry for the warm skin of your stomach, your back, and your chest.

He won't regret never having it under his fingertips again. He would regret never doing it when he had the chance.

Your voice is angelic as his lips trail across your shoulders and collar, leaving a sloppy mess in their wake. When your hands grip at the hem of his shirt, he wills his arms to keep still against your hip bones.

You won't notice anything ‘wrong’ there.

It still makes him anxious.

He's flatter than an average man, maybe because of genetics, maybe the piss-poor diet underground, or the lack of sun. Fuck if he knows.

What little could have been noticed would easily be attributed to his workout nowadays.

So he feels your hands on him for the first time.

It’s pleasant. Feeling you grip onto him wherever you can reach as he slips his tongue past your lips. Your cheeks are flushed and warm, eyes closed as you let him lead your kiss.

Despite the nervousness of the impending doom that he's been bracing himself for this whole time, he feels wetness between his legs, soaking through his boxers.

Your long skirt ends up being hiked up and you shyly guide his hands to your thighs.

He watches mesmerized as you find friction on top of his pants, his palms following the gentle sway of your hips.

Maybe if he could get you off like this, he could die a happy man. He'd engrave the image into his brain and replay it for decades probably.

You part for air, gasping and filling your lungs before you press your forehead to his, opening your pretty eyes to look at him again.

“I promised.”

“You did.”

You can feel the anticipation building in your tummy, warm and fuzzy as you readjust on his lap so that you're kneeling with one leg between both of his and the other at his side.

He gives a curt nod, and your fingers easily unbuckle his pants, unbuttoning them and then tugging the zipper down slowly.

He helps you take them to his ankles where he kicks them off the rest of the way.

Levi wants to crawl out of his own skin.

He will regret everything soon enough.

Your fingers slip past the waistband of his underwear, and you ignore the bruising grip on your shoulder. First, you're met with a tuff of thick hair, and then your fingers glide lower. Your lips are inches from his, and you refuse to look down, no matter how curious, you feel like not looking would make him feel a tiny bit more comfortable.

You pass over a tiny bump and Levi's breath hitches as you experimentally fiddle it between your middle and pointer fingers.

An inch or so lower, your digits slip between something warm and slick. Pressing with a little more force, your lips form into a little ‘oh’.

There are plenty of things you want to say, and then a few you want to ask out of pure curiosity. But you have to swallow it down, keep it for later, because Levi's glossy eyes pull at your heart with urgency, begging for a response.

“This is fine.”

“Is it?”

“Mhm.”

“You can leave.”

“I know”

“Are you going to?”

“Not planning to, no.”

Your hand doesn't stop moving, only slows down considerably as you wait for the barrage of questions and possible accusations.

“Is it not gross?”

Was he referring to a pussy in general?

“I've been with women before.”

“I'm not a woman though”

“I know that too.”

“You don't have to lie.”

“I'm not lying.”

“It's weird.”

“I don't think so. Just different.”

“Just different?”

“Yeah.”

He puts a little space between you two, releasing the death grip on your shoulder.

“Don't lie for my sake”

“I'm not lying” you don't mind repeating it.

“I'm serious. I will despise you if you're lying.”

“Good thing I'm not then.”

There's something in him that wants him to fight you more. He wants a different reaction. The one he practiced for, so that he could know what to do.

You keep your distance, but you place your hand closer to him, inches from his own, which is balled up in a tight fist with his nails leaving dull, moon-like crests in his palm.

Minutes drag out, feeling like hours.

When his breath comes out in a shudder, it's a sign that he let himself fall, trusting your words.

You grin when he looks your way again, and he takes your hand in his.

He's pulling you off the couch, stumbling across the room as he drags you behind him. At the door of his bedroom, you feel like you need to kiss him in order to breathe.

Your back ends up pressed to the wooden door then, strong arms picking you up.

Your legs find home around his hips, your arms secured tightly around his neck as he devours your mouth. He pulls your plump lips between his teeth, groaning lowly once your naked chest presses against his.

One of his hands snakes up your side and to the back of your neck, fingers lodging into your hair to keep your head from hitting against the door as you hungrily lick into his mouth.

You fumble for the handle, pushing the door open with your elbow. You feel hot all over, skin burning and shining in sweet sweat that Levi licks off your throat, baring his teeth to the junction of your neck and shoulders to stifle the moans that threaten to surge out when you rack your nails down his back.

He lowers you on the bed slowly, watching as you clumsily get your skirt and underwear off.

He towers over you within seconds, finding a place between your legs that spread out for him eagerly.

He's eating you with his eyes alone, and it sends goosebumps through your spine.

“You're…” his pale skin turns unrecognizably red, and you can see him struggling to come up with any more words.

“Just do whatever, I don't care ‘Vi, just touch me, c'mon…”

He nods, faltering for a moment before he smooths his finger across your heat experimentally. He massages the fat beside your folds with his thumb, the hairs there wet, sticking together due to your arousal.

Being touched by someone feels very much different than it does with your own fingers, you knew that already. But being slowly explored by someone who is desperately trying to learn everything about your body must take the cake.

Levi watches you, every breath you take, and every movement of your hips that buck off the bed. He takes in every gasp and moan rushing past your gorgeous lips as he presses and dips with his fingers.

He spreads your wetness around, coating your clit to make the flicks of his thumb against it smooth. He's not as helpless as he feared he would be, on the contrary, it turns out that it comes relatively easy to excel in something if you already know how to do it to yourself.

And as you mentioned earlier, he does have a way with his hands with everything he picks up. He feels a sense of pride when you start rutting against his hand, hungry for his touch while also being wildly unashamed to show it to him.

“Fuck me, ‘Vi, please for the love of God” you mewl as he takes your hood between two boney fingers, tugging and massaging there.

“Yeah…okay” his voice is raspy, sounding like a purr as he comes close to your face, propping himself on his elbow.

His fingers slowly dip inside you, and he's there to catch your moan as he sinks into you with ease, all the way to his knuckles.

“You're so gorgeous…” he whispers it like it's a secret. You know that saying things like that takes effort from him, not for the lack of meaning behind them.

You see the words at the tip of his tongue often, but hearing them out loud was a rarity.

“You're breathtaking” and now you're being truly spoiled, his fingers rocking into you…slow at first.

“It feels like I'd die without you.”

“Me too”

The confessions hang in the air, and they're deeper than ‘I love you’s’. They express the uncontainable need of two people, drunk on the feeling of each other to the point where they feel like their hearts would simply stop if something ripped them away.

“I'm close, it's embarrassing”

The tempo of his thrusts is now steady, and he watches as you snake your hand between your bodies, touching yourself to his pace.

He holds his breath, mesmerized by your movements. You're everything, and he can't keep his eyes off of you. Your cunt hugging his fingers, leaking into his open palm as you grind your hips to meet him, your fingers flicking at your gorgeous bud with urgency.

All the while, you scramble to moan his name, to beg him not to stop, to plea for him to fuck you just like this until you fucking pass out.

You cum with a loud cry, all over his hand, all over his perfectly made bed and clean sheets, and he already wants you to do it again and you haven't even stopped shaking from the first wave of your orgasm.

Your legs close around his arm, tightly locking him in place where he can only curl his fingers into your soft walls to help you ride out your high.

He stares with wide eyes as you slump back against the mattress, chest heaving, blissed out of your mind. And you don’t hate him. And you didn’t run. And he will never let you go now.

You release his hand soon enough, collecting yourself.

Feeling strength come back to your legs, you prop yourself up, pushing Levi under you with ease only explained by his utter willingness to let you take whatever you want from him.

Sweet surrender. Your hands are back on his skin, lips tickling their way between his chest and to his stomach, kissing your way above the hem of his underwear. He finds the part of his brain that yells at him to be careful, and he crushes it.

You strip him fully bare now, anticipation building up once again.

You want to eat him alive, hooking his leg over your shoulder and biting the inside of his thighs, soaking in his shivers and the frantic rush of his hand to cover his mouth.

Your eyes are purely dark, and you're still smiling at him. In a way that makes Levi’s heart race. Adrenaline courses through him, it feels similar to how it is when he's out on missions, focused, on edge and patiently waiting for the creatures to launch at him at any moment.

Is comparing you to a titan truly what his brain is doing right now?

No…not in that sense. He feels like he's being hunted, looked at like he's just a piece of meat hanging on a stick, being circled around for the sole amusement of the beasts.

You nibble at his skin again, jerking his attention down at you.

“This okay?”

Levi wants to crawl in a hole and die out of embarrassment, your face inches away from his pussy.

He hasn't been this turned on in his life.

“‘Vi?” you lean your cheek on his thigh, nuzzling against it.

“Yes.”

And then you're wrapping your arms around his muscley legs, flatting your tongue against him and swiping in one well swoop before he hears you humming approvingly.

“Must you be so shameless” You nose at his clit, ignoring his comment. He smells divine. The taste that lingers on your tongue compels you to dive in again for more.

At first, it doesn't feel like much, barely there friction that only tickled him ever so often. You take your time with him, peering up occasionally as you proudly swallow him down. Your chin and nose were a mess already.

Once you made sure that every part of him was licked clean, you finally closed your lips over his engorged clit. It laid heavy on your tongue, and as you sucked your cheeks in, Levi found your hands and pulled them over his stomach so that he could hold them to ground himself.

“Fuck…hng. Listen I-” You swirl him inside your mouth, pulling off with a pop so that you can tongue at his slit where fresh arousal seeps into your tastebuds. His eyes roll to the back of his skull and the vibrations of your humms drive him even more insane.

“My Walls, wait a second!” it feels amazing. He hates being greedy like this. He doesn’t want to ruin anything. But he needs to feel you.

He has no idea how. He needs more and closer.

How did he live without your touch before this?

“Come up.”

“Bossy…”

You listen, crawling up to him.

“Need more baby?”

“Shut up.”

“What is it then?”

You’re so mean. You should give mercy for his poor, old man's heart.

“Here…follow what I do.” Ordering him around is an ego boost. Finally, there’s something you’re better at than him(future will show that that won’t last long).

You push one of your legs under his, lifting your other one so that he can position himself. As he’s doing that, you take his other leg and you place it on your shoulder swiftly, hugging it to your chest before you let your full weight press against him.

“This better?” you rock your hips languidly, waiting for his reaction.

“Fuck, okay…yeah…it's. Yeah.” He props himself up on his elbows, angling himself a little better.

You watch mesmerized between your bodies, the slow glides of your drooling folds, the shy bumps of your clits against one another.

It takes a while for the friction to build up, a few minutes until your movements sync up, the up and down motion of your hips timing perfectly with each other.

Levi’s hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, eyelashes fluttering while he struggles to keep his eyes open. He wants to learn, wants to lead the pace next time, make you feel good and spoil you. He needs to remember every little thing about you, what makes you tick, what drives you insane.

He balances on one arm, his other supporting the fluent rolls of your hips with firm pressure on your thigh.

The dim lighting accentuates his build. The pale, jagged scars scattered across his body make him all the more beautiful to look at. They show his strength, endurance, and ferocity…and this same body that has been fighting to survive for most of its life is writhing under you, trusting you to handle it with care.

The hand he holds you with has many small cuts, they're impossible to count, whereas the pads of his fingers are rough, toughened up from holding the blades so often.

When you pay closer attention to his legs, there are strips of skin where hair doesn't grow anymore. You recognize the placement of the gear straps easily. Many soldiers share the same markings, but his are especially attractive.

Is that even a thing that can be considered particularly attractive? Lack of hair in weird places?

Doesn't really matter because apparently, if it’s on Levi, it's sinfully hot.

You shift your attention back to his face. His eyes are dimmed and dark, the blueish hue barely there. His mouth is slacked open, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

You can feel hot blood rushing through your body, tips of your fingers tingly. You hold your breath and you flex the muscles of your stomach, the coil in your gut threatening to snap oh so so soon.

“A little more, please… fuck I'm right there ‘Vi. You with me?”

“Hmhm…yeah. I think so. yeah? Shit.”

He overthinks it for a second.

Will he look weird? Will his face be pleasant to look at? Nobody ever saw him like this, he doubts anyone else ever will. If he could stuff a pillow into his face he would.

“ ‘Vi, gonna make me cum again, holy shit.”

Oh.

That's what matters the most.

You feeling good. Because of him. With him?

“I've got you, yeah, c’mon, cum for me gorgeous…” he blushes at his own words, heisting the pace to help you both get there.

Soon everything goes still, gasps and grunts bouncing off the walls as you both release, one following after the other. Before you squeeze your eyes shut, you latch onto the image of him, captivated and awestruck by his expression.

Your second orgasm is mindnumbing, leaving your brain a mush.

You clutch at his leg and he squeezes yours as you both slow down to a stop. The sheets beneath you are soaked through, slightly uncomfortable as you both scramble and stretch your sore limbs.

You lay onto Levi's chest and he wraps you in his arms, tucking his chin at the top of your head. His heartbeat slowly becomes regular, and your breath evens out.

He feels like he needs to say something. Is he supposed to say anything after?

He decides that he won't ruin the silence, no matter how badly he wants to sabotage the tender moment.

You stroke his side with your thumb, going in tiny circles, and he replies by lightly scratching your back, falling into a steady rhythm.

Thirty-four years ago, Kuchel Ackerman had a daughter.

One more person knows and the world didn't end.

Levi sleeps through the whole night and in the morning, he doesn't run.

Phew, I wrote this in one sitting and even now I have 20 more ideas for this plot. Old man pussy is a prison.

I would just like to clarify that reader isn't 'oblivious' to the existence of trans people by choice. It was mainly because I tried to keep to the canon timeframe, and in like 800's I don't know if such a thing would exist in the first place? It's definitely a very peculiar and specific situation that I had in mind aswell.

All in all, thank you for making it this far! Mwah💕

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cherrystainedlips2 · 4 months

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levi ackerman x fem reader | snippet from Blade of Lust! | 1.5k wc | nsfw ˋ°•*⁀➷

in which, levi ackerman takes on the subby role he was born to be in

You stand a few paces from the entrance of his tent, your heart in a frenzied debate over whether to proceed. The tent's fabric, caught in a gentle breeze, seems to offer a silent invitation, swaying and beckoning you closer.

Dusk is drawing near, as is the time for you to leave, but you cannot bring yourself to depart just yet. Like a moth to a flame, you enter, raising the flap and crouching into his tent.

The scent of leather and parchment greets you as you step inside the dimly lit interior, and shadows dance against the walls around you. They hunch, they skip, they jump - until you stop just short of where Levi sits, and they quit in their excitement.

You tower above him since he is hunched over a low table, his face illuminated by the soft, orange glow of a flickering candle. He seems to be engrossed in some sort of map or document, but you know he is aware of your presence by the way his hand freezes. Yet, he continues reading.

“It is nearly dusk,” he declares, stating the known.

Your heart drums as you awkwardly stand there, unsure of what to do next. The air remains still, carrying faint wisps of smoke from the campfire outside. "I know," you respond, your voice hushed.

He looks up at you then, his eyes meeting yours. The tension in the room is almost palpable as you both just stare at each other. “If you know,” he says, his voice tinged with impatience, “Why do you remain here?”

You hear the rustling of papers as he shifts on the ground. The roughness of the table under his hands is visible even from where you stand. With an uncertain shrug, you admit, "I don't quite know."

A slow nod accompanies his wordless acknowledgment before he redirects his attention to his work. "You should go," he offers quietly, his words almost a whispered plea. You move to sit beside him.

“I know.”

You sit there for a moment, watching him as he writes. The sound of his quill scratching against the paper fills the room, accompanied by the soft rustling of its pages as he turns them.

The silence between you is heavy, but not uncomfortable...at least for you. The tension in his shoulders grows with each passing second as he works in your presence, but his focus remains entirely on the manuscript before him.

Finally, he sets down his pen and looks up at you. Darkness pools within his gaze, intense and unwavering.

"Why do you stay?" he questions - orders once more, frustration flickering behind his facade of irritation. His mouth twitches into a scowl, but you can see there is little venom behind it.

You hold his glare. “...It is because there's something I want.”

His interest is now piqued, and he leans forward, the dim light enhancing the stark angles of his features.

A quiet electricity charges the air as you inch closer, the space between you dwindling to mere molecules. Your eyes trail to his lips, their alluring curve beckoning your desire.

"And what is it that you want?" he murmurs, a breath's breath apart.

A whisper escapes your lips, carried by the breeze of your anticipation. "If I say it... I fear it may never come true."

You inch closer to him, until you are close enough to count every eyelash he has. So close that you can see the faint blush on his neck and ears, and the largeness of his dilated pupils. So close you can even hear his soft, quick breaths.

“What makes you think you’ll get what you seek?” His lids are low, like a beast staring at its prey.

“Faith.”

In this vulnerable proximity, your resolve crystallises into action, and before you will yourself against it, you bridge the distance, your lips capturing his in a fervent clash.

The warmth of his mouth, the urgency of his touch, ignites a dormant hunger within you.

Instinctively, you seek support, your arm finding refuge behind you to maintain balance. Your free hand charts a path up his chest, trailing the length of his slender neck.

He then reciprocates, leaving your body hot in each place he touches.

As your lips part, a gossamer thread of saliva links you, igniting an inferno of emotions. "This—" he breaks, panting, his voice laden with warning. "This isn't wise."

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re allowing your ethics to interfere?”

Despite his complaints, he continues to gnaw at your lips, and his hands never stop in their venture across your body. Like water, his hand fluidly travels down your torso before stopping at the dull throbbing between your legs - thinly concealed by your dress and your dress alone.

Your breath catches. “Oh-”

With expertise, he begins to rub you while dragging his teeth across your swollen lips. His hand pushes against you through the cotton, palm repeatedly rolling against your clit as you squirm and gasp in ecstasy. He pulls his head away but keeps his hands on you.

“Perhaps this is why you ignored my pleas.” he exhales. “You ignore reason and only submit to authority. You beg for it even.”

Slowly, he lifts the skirt of your long dress up. “Is that the only way you function? Following someone else’s orders?”

You understand the undertones of his statement, but ultimately ignore it. Instead, focusing on the hem of your dress as it rises from around your ankles, moving past your knees and then pooling around your waist. Thin and billowy in resemblance to a cloud.

A strangled noise leaves his throat.

“Fuck…” he murmurs. “...No underwear? You’re filthy.”

His fingers trace against you - teasing you, mocking you. But you are more than willing to play the joke.

He slips one in - slowly and cautiously as if you might break. You wince at first, but the pain is fleeting, and soon you cannot get enough: enough air, enough pleasure, enough of him.

Your hands reach for Levi, feeling him up wherever you can. His shoulder, his neck, his back. Until your fingers find his dark, silky hair and you tug gently, but with a certain assertiveness that he moans.

“Fuck,” he cries once again, the tips of his ears a burning red.

“I suppose it is you who truly enjoys submissiveness,” you murmur, a smirk beginning to form.

His lip curls. “Don’t you dare utter that again.”

You place a hand over the one he had by your cunt and gently remove it from under your dress. The loss of contact nearly causes a tear to slide down your cheek, but you were resolute. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why should I not utter it again?” You place both hands against his chest and gently push him against the desk he once worked on. “Why is it a problem?”

Levi scowls as his back hits the wood, “Do not feign ignorance.”

“Whatever do you mean?” you ask, indeed feigning ignorance.

“It is but a degrading title for a man. Submissive...? I?”

You smile widely, though nothing was amusing. Your smile was devoid of humour and instead filled with promise. “Dear, Levi…”

He lifts a brow at the use of his name, confused you even know it at all, but he doesn't say a thing. You slowly move your hand down his lower body, undoing his belt and playing with the buckle before stopping at the waistband of his trousers.

Toying with it and him, you lift it, slipping a finger beneath the elastic to tease his warm skin. He only bites the inside of his cheek.

You lower your head to the crotch of his pants, practically hearing his erection screaming at your negligence, but you continue on.

Your teeth click against his zipper as you get a hold of it, and it's cool on your tongue despite the heat inside the cramped tent. From your peripheral vision you can see Levi’s hand twitch toward your head, but he wisely restrains himself.

You smirk and slowly drag the metal down while he trembles helplessly under you.

When it can move no further, you tug the elastic of his waistband down, freeing him from his cotton restraint. His cock springs out, rosy and erect, with veins decorating its length.

You move closer, circling your now free hand around him but not once touching where you know he desperately wants you to.

“Levi,” you coo, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You’re awfully quiet. Do you feel well?”

He doesn't answer, of course. Instead, his brows knit together, and his hips buck up toward you.

“You want me to relieve you?” you ask, knowing the answer already. Two of your fingers lightly circle the head of his cock.

He swallows hard and nods.

“I know you can use your words, Levi."

With your fingers slick with his sweat and precum, you drag it down his length. On the path back up, you squeeze your palm around his tip, earning a much louder moan than before.

As he twitches in your hold, you begin to pump his shaft, pushing and pulling the slick gathered around it. His breathing grows laboured with each passing second until he’s a moaning mess, whimpering for more.

You comply, squeezing his base, and he blindly thrusts up, chasing the heat and warmth of your palm.

“Yes,” he croaks, beads of perspiration dotting his hairline. "Relieve me," he stares up at you and weakly adds, "...Please."

"I knew you could do it...good boy."

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Please excuse me Jelly, just sliding here to request ✨Incubus! Levi x Reader smut✨ to indulge myself in pure horniness 👀👀👀

Make sure to make it very spicey and very filthy as well 🤤

-@2moth-anon2

Not a snack, but a whole three-course meal

Pairing: Incubus!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, smut, pleasure dom Levi, demon Levi, succubus Levi, established couple, pet names, multiple positions, biting, neck grabbing, possessive words, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, monster dick, oral, aftercare.

Concept: Levi is starving and wants to devour the love of his life over and over again. He showers you in love and affection until you're begging him to cum inside you.

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Levi held your neck and pressed you against the wall as his heart pupils pulsed with love for you. "Naughty little bunny."

You moaned at him as you tugged at his belt. "I thought you liked me like that."

He chuckled. "I do." He tilted your head to the side a little and ran his forked tongue up your cheek to your ear. "You taste sinful. I love it."

You titled your head back and moaned in delight. "Levi."

He slowly pulled up your summer dress. "I love you in summer dresses. Easy access and it looks like I'm corrupting an innocent sweet woman."

You shivered as he placed his knee against the wall between your legs with his clawed hand. You clung to his shirt as he rubbed your fingers over your clothed pussy. "Levi."

Levi leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. "I love you."

You whimpered. "I love you too."

He parted his lips and nipped your neck. "Remember our safe word."

"Tea."

"Good girl." He lifted you and carried you to his large bed in the gothic home you lived together in. He slammed you on the bed and purred. "I am starving my love."

You gasped as his black wings grew from his back and his horns pushed out of his forehead. You whined and moaned as black scales appeared on his skin. Your heart throbbed in your chest as you felt your arousal build up. You loved Levi more than anything in this world and you knew he loved you and worshipped the very ground you walked on.

Levi wrapped his clawed fingers around your panties and tore them apart leaving you bare to him. He dove for your heat and plunged his tongue deep into you. His claws wrapped tightly around your thighs and gripped tightly. He smirked against you when you gripped his horns tightly and tugged as pleasure burned through you.

Levi was addicted to the taste of your honey. He could eat you for days if you'd let him. Your pussy was a divine blessing. The more he ate from you the more he was fuelled. Levi was a deep and large hunger that you were always happy to provide. You were a goddess to him.

You pushed your hips up against Levi's face and cried out in pleasure as you felt your coil snap and your orgasm rush through you. Your legs shook as you whimpered and mewled in delight at the things your man did to you.

Levi flicked your clit with his tongue and smiled. "One of many, and may I say you are so delicious today. You're extra sweet, which means you've been thinking of me fucking you."

You looked away and whimpered. "Y-Yes."

He released a long sigh. "Thank you for an incredible meal."

You went to speak but Levi dove for your clit and sucked hard as his forked tongue moved over it. You screamed in pleasure as you pressed your pelvis against Levi's face. Your legs shook over his shoulder. You tugged harder on his horns as your bliss was intense inside your body.

Levi looked up at you and saw you wriggling against the bed. He released one of your thighs and firmly pressed his black-clawed hand on your stomach and pressed down to add a bit of domination. He smiled when you linked your fingers with his on your body. You had never shown fear towards him since you met and started dating. You filled his heart with joy because all you did was love him.

You mumbled and shivered. "Oh shit, oh fuck. Levi!"

Levi sighed through his nose as he sucked hard on you. He couldn't wait to see you cum again. He loved it when you let an orgasm rip through your body. He did feed from your orgasms and pleasure, but he mainly did it because he loved making you happy. He loved making you feel good.

You twisted and moved under Levi as you felt the burning snap go through you. "Fuck!" Your whole body shook as your orgasm ripped through you. "Le-Levi!" You shivered as he kept going. "T-Tea."

Levi pulled back from your pussy with his mouth and chin glistening in your cum. He panted a little and was filled with concern. "Darling?"

You tried to control your body, but your orgasm was ripping through your nerve endings. "Mm."

Levi crawled up your body and delicately kissed you over and over. "I'm right here. I'm right here. Tell me what you need."

You relaxed against the bed and panted. "I'm o-okay now."

He caressed your cheek with his large clawed hand. "I'm glad. I was worried."

You huffed. "You're just too good."

He chuckled. "I aim to please only you."

"So..." You nibbled your lip. "Can we keep going?"

"You used the safe word, my darling bunny."

"I kn-know, but that was for the oral."

He hummed in thought as he massaged your neck. "You want more?"

"I need it. Please, Levi." You gazed at him with your wide bright eyes. "I need you inside me. I need your cock."

He smiled at your sweet gaze. "Well, when you talk like that and look at me like that it's hard to resist you."

You squealed when he shoved your legs against your chest into the mating press. You blushed as your dress slipped down and showed your glistening pussy lips. You gulped hard as Levi clicked his fingers making his clothes disappear. You whimpered as his thick hard demon cock tapped against your pussy. You marvelled at the black shaft with bumps all over it and a pointed tip to press deep into you and reach your cervix. Every inch of this man's cock was made for pleasure.

You mewled in delight as he humped his cock against your slit and clit. You watched his cock move back and forth against you with his black cum leaking out the tip. You pouted and shifted under him wanting to feel him inside you. You knew he enjoyed teasing a little to make the first plunge all the more pleasurable. You were about to protest, but he made you scream in pleasure by ramming himself deep into you.

Levi gripped your legs and smirked as he looked down at you. "That's right, take my cock. You're a cute little sinner. Mine, all mine. My cute bunny." He pressed your legs against your chest before bucking hard and fast into you so his thighs slapped against your behind as if he was spanking you. "Good girl, take my cock." He grunted. "Fuck, your pussy is divine. I'm addicted to you." He moaned. "I love you."

You gripped the pillow and cried out in ecstasy. "Le-Levi. You feel so good! S-So big." You arched your back. "So perfect." You mewled in delight. "My handsome devil."

He panted as he kept smacking his hips against yours. He smiled in delight at your reaction. "Who fucks you good?"

"You!"

"Who's the only one who can fuck you?"

You locked eyes with Levi and felt yourself drooling. "You! Oh fuck, it's you." You whimpered as you gazed at Levi. "I love you."

Levi leaned down and kissed you. "I love you more than anything in this world. You are my everything. I love you more than words could describe. My dear soulmate. I love you."

You reached down and gripped part of his wing. "Levi, my everything."

He panted and hummed in delight. "My darling love. I want you for eternity."

You leaned your head back and panted. "Mm, I c-can't hold o-on much longer."

"Cum for me, my goddess."

You clenched your toes up and cried out in pleasure. "Levi!" You gasped. "Cum inside me, please. I need it. Fill me!" You cupped his face. "Claim me."

Levi kissed you roughly and pushed his tongue into your mouth. His hot forked tongue moved with yours as you moaned and whimpered at him. He pulled from your lips and panted against them. "Cum for me."

You moaned and shivered as you felt the snap and the surge of pleasure flutter through you. "Ah!"

Levi grunted as your pussy walls massaged his bumpy cock. "Good girl, now let me give you what you want." He slammed himself deep into you and felt his tip pierce your cervix. He moaned in delight as his demon seed poured into you. He rubbed your cheek as you cried out in pleasure at feeling his tip against your sensitive cervix. Levi kissed you lightly. "Good girl."

You mewled. "So hot."

He knelt up and chuckled. "I'm cum inside you so many times and yet it still surprises you, hmm?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

He lifted your legs up and put them together over one of his shoulders. He moved his cock in and out of you slowly so you could feel every little bump popping in and out of your pussy. He looked down at where he was joined with you and enjoyed how you made him glisten. Levi was addicted to seeing you on him. Levi loved you more than you knew or could comprehend.

You whined at Levi. "You're teasing."

He nipped your ankle. "I'm marvelling at how your pussy drags me back in. You really love my cock, don't you?"

You nodded. "I do. Your cock is the best one I've ever had. I only ever want your cock. I love it and I love you."

Levi kissed your ankle. "Good girl." He licked your ankle and started pumping his hips roughly against you and enjoyed the slapping sounds filling the room. "I adore your pussy. Your pussy is addicted and perfection." He spread his wings wide and moaned in delight. "Such a perfect cunt. You are perfection, my darling. I love you."

You reached down and began playing with your clit. "Mm, harder."

He growled at you. "Yes, my darling."

Levi rammed himself to you as fast as your human body could take. He smirked as you threw your head back and screamed in bliss. He drank you in. You were divine in your summer dress with your pleasure-filled face and breasts bouncing to every power fast thrust he gave you. He flicked his gaze down and noticed you were touching yourself making him smile in delight.

You panted and moaned as your body was in pleasure overdrive. You clenched his cock tightly only causing the pleasure to increase. You drooled at feeling all the bumps on his cock rub your walls and pop in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back as he kissed your cervix with each thrust with his incredible pointed tip. You moved your fingers against your clit and only felt breathless at the intense pleasure.

You reached with your other arm and pressed your breasts down to stop them from jiggling too much. You shifted and whined against Levi and cried out in pleasure when he bit your ankle hard and sucked on your skin. You gazed at your lover and smiled softly at him making him blush and smile back at you. Even though Levi was ravaging your body like you asked, there was a deep love and bond between the two of you.

You pinched your nipple through your bra and dress. "Le-Levi."

"Close my darling?"

You nodded. "Y-Yes."

He chuckled. "Cum for me, my little sinner. Let go."

You clenched your toes. "C-Cum with m-me."

"Of course, my love." His heart pupils he always had for you grew bigger. "Anything for you."

You arched your back and felt your walls break and a tidal wave of euphoria consumed you. You cried out as your orgasm consumed you with pure pleasure. You gazed at Levi and watched him closely waiting for him to cum inside you. You mewled at him and saw his release wash over him.

Levi slammed his hips deep into you once again and poured his seed deep into you and added to the load already coating your walls. "Ngh, ah, ah, ha, mm." He smiled and ran his lips up and down your ankle. "My little bunny. My little sinner. Such a delight."

You shivered at feeling him fill you. "S-so good."

He dragged his cock from you and panted. "More." He rolled you onto your stomach and lifted your hips a bit. "I need you more." He ripped the back of your dress open and tore your bra apart. He leaned down and dragged his tongue along your spine to the back of your neck. "Delicious."

You whimpered. "Levi."

He spanked you hard and enjoyed how your cheek jiggled. He massaged your cheeks and parted you wide so he could look at your leaking pussy. He growled at a bit of his cum tickling out. He was sure he got his cum deep into you, so it tickling out would not do. He grabbed his cock and wiped up the cum before pressing himself deep into you.

You hugged a pillow and purred in happiness as you felt Levi fill you. "Levi."

Levi pressed his body against yours and kissed your shoulders as he started humping himself into you. He looped one hand under your armpit and grabbed your shoulder as he licked the back of your neck and bit hard. He growled against you before kissing up to the bonding mark you hard that linked you and Levi through love for eternity. He bit your bonding mark making you both moan in bliss.

You moved one hand and took his other hand while one gripped your shoulder. You turned your head and kissed Levi passionately as he humped your pussy like an addict. You welled up a little at the pleasure ravaging your nerves. You drooled in delight as you were lost to the pleasure inside you throbbing away. You release Levi's lips and flopped your head against the pillow as you moaned to each thrust.

Levi covered your shoulders in kisses. "I love you." He squeezed you. "I love you." He kissed the side of your ear as he moaned your name. "I love you." He leaned and kissed you. "I love you."

You mewled at him as you felt consumed by pleasure from his body and his words. "I love you so much, Levi."

"Are you going to cum for me?"

You nodded and whined. "Y-Yes. Y-You too."

He smiled a little. "Last time?"

You whimpered. "Y-yes, sensitive."

"All right, my darling. I'll make sure to fill you with as much of my seed as I can give you." Levi moved his hips a little faster against you. "Like this?"

You moaned. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Levi kept up the pace as he covered your back in kisses. "Yes, my love."

You clenched up and bucked up against Levi as best as you could. "Mm." You shivered. "A-Ah." Your eyes rolled back into your head. "F-F-fuck." You pressed your face against your pillow and screamed in pleasure as your orgasm burned through you. "Mm!"

Levi grunted as your pussy walls pulsed around him and massaged his cock. He growled in delight before slamming his cock in deep and pouring as much cum as he could into you. He moaned your name and hugged you tightly. "Mine."

You panted and felt tickles of pleasure moving through you and slowly fading away. "Levi..."

Levi lifted his head. "Bunny?"

You giggled. "Hi."

He kissed you and purred. "Hello, sexy."

You smiled sleepily at him. "I'm thirsty."

"Ah!" He dragged his cock out of you. "I'll get you some water and some snacks." He showered your face in kisses. "I'll be right back, my beautiful, cute, adorable, smart, funny and sexy little bunny."

You laughed. "Cute." You sighed as Levi ran off. You felt your body tingle all over. You shifted a little and finally mustered the energy to sit up on your thigh. "Mm, tired."

Levi ran over to you and handed you the water. "Drink it all, okay?"

"Thank you."

He hurried to the bathroom and returned to you with a wet cloth. He cleaned you up as you drank before cleaning himself. He tided you up a bit and gave you little kisses now and then. "All done?"

You nodded and handed him the empty glass. "Thank you, just what I needed."

He clicked his fingers so you and he were dressed. He sat next to you and dragged you into his arms. "How are you feeling? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"You were perfection."

He massaged your thighs and chuckled. "Thank you."

You gazed at Levi as he kept massaging your body to relax it. "Levi?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you really love me?" You felt your cheeks burn as he looked at you with his heart pupils. "I'm not just some way to feed you."

Levi cupped your face and said your name. "Listen to me. Demons don't lie, we don't like to lie because the truth is far more piercing than a lie. I love you with every fibre of my being. My eyes become hearts only with you."

You nibbled your lip. "You have a point. You don't lie. In fact, you're incredibly honest and it does fluster me. A-And you only have these eyes around me."

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "That's right, my little sinful bunny." He kissed you and sighed. "I want to spend eternity with you." He clicked his fingers and held a black ring in his hand with a red stone. "This stone here is made from my blood."

You gasped. "It's stunning."

He gulped hard. "It's an engagement ring." He smiled at you. "Will you marry me? Will you be mine for eternity? Will you let me turn you into a demon so we can live forever together."

Your eyes widened. "Yes! Yes, Levi!"

Levi slipped the ring on your finger as he grinned and his wings flapped as he felt overjoyed. "I'm so happy!" He yanked you into his arms and kissed you passionately. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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girlfailure-smut-hour · 11 months

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Heyy can i request chubby!levi x reader Where Levi is insecure about what reader thinks about his weight but on the contrary she finds him super cute and squishy 🥺💕?

Oh nonnie, I hc that not only does Levi love curvy people, but he ages so beautifully and his new body just becomes so soft and stunning and well, here ya go.😉

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Honestly Levi’s a Soft Boy, so he deserves some Softcore, hm?? Mentions of starvation and undeniable fluff.

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Levi never thought there’d be a day without hunger.

Where he wouldn’t be driven into madness as his stomach began to eat away at his tiny frame.

Those gaunt ribs of a starving boy are now lovingly covered by his past.

He found a way to rebuild himself again.

Muscle began to wrap around his bones as he grew stronger, and you found a way to wrap around him too.

Ensnaring his beating heart in the palm of your hand and holding his body impossibly close in a twist of sheets, a lace of fingers, and shared breaths pouring into each other’s mouths.

Levi is older now.

He still can’t believe it.

How he made it this far…And with you too?

It feels like a dream.

In your eyes, he is one. Does he even know how beautiful he is?

The corners of his eyes delicately fold now like the pages of his books.

Creased and soft with the weather of time.

A mark of every deep laugh you’ve given him, since the war was over.

He wears his gift from his fallen comrades so well. If they could see him now. Free.

His dark hair tangled with silver to match the inlay of his eyes. It’s grown out past his ears that tip pink every time you whisper against his neck at night.

Fresh scars smoothing over to faded valleys. With each day that passes, he heals.

He changes.

His muscle hardened with the threat of survival begins to soften.

He doesn’t live in fear anymore and his body follows.

His lower belly is so soft and sensitive to your touch now, twitching with each hitched breath as you trace his new scars there.

But these weren’t from any blade or forged in fire.

They’re a deep rose color that stretch and twist over his new contour near the ridge of his hips.

Vibrant and tactile like his hand in yours gripping for dear life as he shudders around you.

His open thighs thicker and more pliant with peace, tremble uncontrollably in your hold as he desperately flexes against your roaming mouth, tracing long lines against every mark with a pleading look in your eye.

You adore him so openly that he has to look away.

He feels so bare against your insatiable gaze now. He’s embarrassed. Could you ever imagine seeing Levi so shy like this before?

It’s cute…it…it makes you impossibly hungry as heat swoops through your lower belly in perfect time with his whines.

“How can you fu—hah—l-look at me like this? I can’t—” He struggles to finish the words through open mouthed pants hot on the wrist he’s thrown over his face.

He may be older now, but his attitude never left. Thank god, because you love him like this. His snarl means nothing, but you writhe when he’s a little mean. Always have. Even when you have him pinned beneath you like this, squirming at your mercy.

“Levi,” the way his name drips off your tongue sends a shiver pummeling through him and he groans from deep within his chest.

After all these years.

“How can you look like this and expect me not to want to devour you.”

“That’s the problem.”

You grind forward into him, deepening the straddle and a whimper rises in his throat with his head thrown back against the pillows.

“Is it? When you make me feel like this? W—mmm—when you make yourself feel like this?” You exhale off the roll of your hips and the words nearly choke him.

Fuck. That ignites something within him. He dares to meet your gaze underneath the hand covering his face…Pink across his cheeks…Down his neck…He’s-

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Levi. Ask me whenever you want, and I’ll tell you what you are. I’ll tell you every day until you believe it.”

He stills, hanging on every word as you cup his jaw in reverence. He relaxes into your touch.

“You are so much more than your body and your service to others, Levi. This time…it’s for you. And you’ll change, and I’ll see you through it all because it’s you and I…I adore you. Even more than when I first saw you. You hold all of those memories in your body. Every scar, every change, don’t forget that you carried them all. All that shit we went through, it makes you just a man. Don’t be afraid of what you fought for.”

His eyes hold a softness for you that melts into his new body.

Your reassurance always destroys him so beautifully. Just like you promised.

“Now…If you don’t shut that mouth of yours and let me show you…and fuck you until you fall apart in our bed, then I’ll only give you more room to doubt how I feel. Won’t I?”

Fuck, alright. Maybe he will believe it. Faster than he thought.

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alrightberries · 3 years

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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shinjisdone · 1 year

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Mαѕтєяℓιѕт

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾: 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗏

𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗: 05/14/𝟸𝟶𝟸4

ᵀᵃᵍ ˡᶤˢᵗ

𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭

'When You Have A Secret Admirer - And It's Not Them' series:

[Form of headcanons + small scenarios in between. Each part follows a loose plot chronologically] Tagged under #Secret Admirer

1; Heartslabyul

2; Savanaclaw

3; Octavinelle

4; Scarabia

5; Pomefiore

6; Ignihyde

7; Diasomnia

Extra: 'When You Have A Secret Admirer - And Doubt Them' (All students)

'When You Have A Secret Admirer - And Everybody Thinks It's Them' series:

[Form of headcanons. A small 'spin off' series of the one above where each characters thoughts and feelings are shown when people are starting to think/believe/gossip that they are the secret admirer - even though they are indeed not. Will follow each dorm.]

1;Heartslabyul

2; Savanaclaw

3; Octavinelle

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇...𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽...

𝒯𝒲𝒮𝒯 ℬ𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓇𝑜𝓉:

Female!MC and Friends - Deuce Spade

Female!MC and Friends - Malleus Draconia

How I Imagine TWST Could Be If There Was A Female!MC - Staff Edition

How I Imagine TWST Could Be If There Was A Female!MC

Female!MC and Friends - Riddle Rosehearts

Female!MC and Friends - Ace Trappola

Female!MC and Friends - Rook Hunt

who broke it (secret admirer)

Ace just really likes Yuu (headcanon)

𝑉𝜄𝜋𝑙𝛼𝜋𝜕 𝑆𝛼𝑔𝛼

'To Soften A Warrior's Heart' series (Thorfinn Karlsefni; Prologue, Season 1, Anime Only)

[Scenarios of crawling your way into Thorfinn's heart in the form of headcanons. Slow burn. Each part follows an chronological order and will loosely follow the plot of season 1] Tagged under #TSAWH

Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ₁ ﹙Wᴀʀ Aʀᴄ﹚﹕

Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ₂ ﹙Sʟᴀᴠᴇ Aʀᴄ﹚﹕

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇...𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝗂𝗇𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽...

𝛴𝜘𝜏𝑟𝛼

Extra: Sweet Things Thorfinn would do for you on your period (all female reader, headcanons + period tw)

Extra: Yandere!S1!Thorfinn with a Female!Reader who becomes uncomfortable around him (Request)

Extra: Thorkell taking you hostage instead of Askeladd; How Thorfinn saves you (many female examples)

Extra: Askeladd and Canute's opinion on You (Male and Female vers. - TSAWH)

Yandere!Thorfinn and the things he'd do for you

Slave Arc! Thorfinn cannot remember much because his brain is trying to protect him

Cut Content: You slowly appearing in S1!Thorfinn’s Vinland dreams

𝓛𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓟

'Ticking Springs'

[A Yandere Pinocchio x fem!Reader fic; Geppetto's niece finds herself as his apprentice as well as the new caretaker and host of his beloved, lost son. Memories of the past plague one alongside the Puppet Frenzy.] Tagged under #Ticking Springs

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇...𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀...

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜

Yandere! Glitchy Red AI (based on character.ai)

Yandere Alphabet ♡ Glitchy Red

Fic brainrot idea - Jujutsu Kaisen

Becoming The Golden Guard's/Hunter's human friend - TOH⁽ᴾᵃʳᵗ ¹)

Becoming The Golden Guard's/Hunter's human friend - TOH (Part 2)

Platonic!Lucifer x Angel!Reader (who seems evil but they becomes besties) - Hazbin Hotel

Random Alucard thoughts (Yandere, Part 1)

Alucard thought (Part 2)

Character.ai - Yandere Alucard

Yandere! Levi x reader - Fear and Hunger: Termina

#masterlist #twisted wonderland #vinland saga #twst x reader #vinland saga x reader #Glitchy red #lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #TSAWH

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Broken glass

Yandere! Lucifer x female reader

tw: female reader, implied non-con, obsessive behavior, jealousy, sadism, depresssion, mind break, mind control, in my hc lucy can use mind control so that’s that

I love this man with my whole heart kekeke-

Lucifer was a fallen angel with more power than anyone else in his surroundings. Diavolo trusted him with his life and the whole Devildom respected him, the people feared him and the angels despised him. It wasn’t hard to see why the demon was so used to everyone obeying him quietly and loyally, with a certain level of vengeance, and he liked it that way. That’s the exact reason why the man felt so aggressive, so angry when you stumbled into his life like a tornado and ruined the fragile peace in his family, carefully built with years of effort. It wasn’t just the way you looked at him with an unfeeling gaze as if you could see right through his masks and facades, the walls the man had built to keep his sanity in a world of cruelty, and didn’t care enough to say so. It wasn’t just the fact you forced your way into his brothers’ hearts with a light hand, taught them to act human, to act weaker with each passing day. Even though all these things annoyed the demon to no end, the real reason behind his seemingly unexpainable hostility laid in the way you always chose anyone but him.

You looked so happy planning pranks with Mammon, so carefree while playing games with Levi or cooking along with Beel, yet the moment Lucifer called you to his office, you would turn into a scared trembling little mouse, too nervous to speak properly, avoiding his eyes and pushing yourself against the wall so you were as far away as possible. The Avatar of pride was quite the arrogant creature, understandably so, and your withdrawn behavior stirred a flame in his dead black soul that could easily turn into an all - consuming fire without the proper care.

And so the demon decided to use his powers on you, just for a little bit, just so his heart would start beating again. He had you visit him after school in your pretty unform, tired and red - faced, wishing for nothing more than to go home and sleep, unfortunately for you, the dark - haired man had different plans for his favourite human. Lucifer walked towards you slowly as soon as he heard the door opening while gazing deeply into your eyes and hopefully, your soul too. He was whispering words you couldn’t understand, sentences you couldn’t comprehend, gripping your warm wrist tightly with his cold hand until your pupils widened unnaturaly and he was convinved you were fully hypnotized and under his control. The male smirked victoriously, knowing too well the best was yet to come.

The Avatar of pride embraced you, squishing your small, soft human body against his massive frame. Your skin radiated warmth, such a foreign concept to the usual freezing coldness of the demon flesh, your lips were pink and glossy, slightly open, tempting him to rub his thumb all over them and smear the sweet crimson lipstick everywhere. Your breasts felt perky and nice pressed into his chest, heaving evenly with each passing breath. Your eyes, though, were devoid of their previous light and joy, or even of your deadly fear that the man despised so dearly.

At first Lucifer was convinced he liked this version of you more than the original. You were so quiet and obedient, such a good little doll for your master. You smiled when he told you to smile and you laughed when he commanded you to do so. You would let him kiss you until his insatiable hunger was satisifed and your lips were bloody and bruised with his love. You didn’t think twice before sitting in his lap upon a single hushed order and you remained silent while he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck. You didn’t cry or beg the man for mercy while he was taking you forcefully, roughly, too gone to hold back, too cruel to care about the aftermath of his actions. You didn’t complain when the demon gripped your throat, tugged at your locks and called you all those painfull degrading names. You even repeated his each and every lie, be it a filthy perverted accusation or a quiet confession in the morning after, in a moment of weakness after the passion and lust were long forgotten. And Lucifer could almost believe you actually loved him.

Untill his eyes lingered for a moment too long. The man could see you with his brothers through the big windows of his office, he couldn’t even bring himself to feel jealous since you looked so disinterested in what they had to say. You were falling behind in class now too, constantly in a daze, either too deep in thought or too tired to be active in your studies. You started to stagger between sleeping the day away and staying up night after night. Even out of trance you would flinch away from the demon’s touch, unsure why, yet your heart raced in your chest and your eyes watered every time the master of the house reached out to stroke your hair or hold your hand in his. Lucifer couldn’t pretend anymore - his love was ruining you and he was too weak to give you up.

You were his sweet little doll and he couldn’t wait to break you beyong repair.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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It’s Not Fair

Warnings: Monster, Double Penetration, Degradation (fem!reader x levi)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: It’s his birthday and I want that good ol’ monster loving (also since it’s monster!levi, he doesnt keep the entire aspects of him, but it’ll be described!! Kinda similar to an overhaul monster one I did if youve seen that one) (also i went with fem because there was no gender specified but if youd like for a male, ill be happy to change the pronouns and everything else)

Leviathan is many things. He considers himself all his flaws first- all the horrible envy that makes his mouth fill with acid, the horrible anger that aches deep in his bones, the narrowed eyes that will sharpen into something more than just a man complaining how it isn’t fair. A man with slender hands that grow jagged and sharp, littered with scales that seem so impenetrable but has scratches from long ago etched deep into the dark scales. Leviathan is envy, eyes that fill with tears from some deep emotion, a sin so vile it has torn people apart, has lead to murder and everything worse than death.

He is someone who, at first glance, no one would fear. He is nothing more than an otaku. But he is everything more than just that. He is a sea serpent, something so monstrous in size that you can feel something worse than fear touch at your body. He is a leader. When he was holy and untouchable, he commanded angels, and now he is a Grand Admiral of The Hell’s Navy. he is someone to be feared.

And yet, when in something more sharp than his usual form, fear is muddled between a different emotion. You suspect you can blame another particular brother for this sudden arousal at seeing Leviathan stand tall, teeth sharp and glinting under the fluorescent light of an office. His tongue peeks out and wets his lips and you aren't surprised at the forked muscle that peeks out, shining in thick saliva, split and eyes that shine with something that you’ve only seen a few times.

He calls your name and you can feel your cunt clench, arousal already seeping past your warm folds. His nostrils flare and his hands clench- you realize with a hitch of your breath that they are clawed, his usually dark painted nails are extended. “I can smell you from here.” A shiver runs through your body and bumps prick your skin. “You can leave.” You smile softly that he still gives you a choice. He is a monster filled with something sweet.

“I don’t want to.” You step forward and can feel the slick drip to your underwear. “It’s your birthday, right?” He gives you a curt nod. “Well,” you whisper, your breath hot and mind slowly clouded over by lust, “happy birthday.”

The objects on his desk are pushed and scattered onto the floor. The metal objects clang painfully onto the ground, the papers rip and tear with just a meet of his claws and there’s a thin, clean line of where his hand waved across the desk.

It happens so fast, so quick that you’re left bare on his desk. Your back against the cold wood, clothes scattered and you can only stare up at the demon above you. Horns spiraling into the air, taininted in something that smells like the ocean. Your legs are spread, cunt aching and pulsing as your arousal seeps past your entrance, coating you in a thin, sticky fluid. If not for the lust that fuels your body more than your mind, you would have worried that someone would walk in.

His tongue is circling around you, thick and ridged at the sides, pushing past your leaking sex, and filling you with something pronounced that makes your body go stiff. Long and slimy, you are able to feel the saliva that drips from mouth latch onto his chin, his face pressed close to your sex, nose bumping against your clitorisis, in a teasing motion. The thick muscle is deep inside of you, filling your soft, gummy walls. The slit muscle rubs against everything so well, pushing past the aching walls, touching against your cervix. You squirm, a hand grabbing at your chest, pinching a budding nipple between your fingers harshly that you wince. The other hand goes to grab at his horn, the coral-like bone that pierced through him when he fell from grace. You hold the horn tight in your hands, the scattered pieces that push outwards dig into your palm and he groans against your sex. Something wet and warm slicks at your hand and you gasp sharply, closing your lips and whimpering behind your clenched teeth. It aches and the heat that coils inside of you, the pushing mass of muscle that makes you spill in arousal and spit slides down your cunt and pools onto the desk.

You whisper his name, using the horn to pull him close to you. “Leviathan,” you hiss, your legs kicking upwards in the air in an intense aching sensation. “‘S too much,” you whine. You rub your cunt against his face, a lewd moan escaping past your lips and your lower half clenches.

He pulls his tongue out quickly and your body jumps in the air at the sudden loss of fullness. He stands tall, body slowly creeping with scales, his tail out and it’s longer than it usually is- thicker and laying heavily on the floor. His hand holds you roughly by the face, the points of his nail touching at your skin and your face is squished, the fat of your cheeks providing little comfort from the rough touch of the third eldest. Your lips are puckered and your face is burning with a release that was stolen from you.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he hisses, chin wet with your arousal. “Do you understand me? You’re going to be a good, little slut and spread those legs for me. I’m going to fuck you until I’m spent.” His words are becoming darker, something you rarely hear from him and he holds you tight by the face. “I’m going to fuck you, do you understand?” Your cunt throbs for him and arousal shoots to your core, wanting to have him claim what is his. “I said-” his nails dig further into you and you make a noise of pain- “do you understand?”

You nod to your best ability. “Yes, sir.” Your words are slurred together, the ‘s’ a shushing noise that makes him smile in a cruel way.

Leviathan is a shut-in but he is still the third eldest brother. He is imposing, serpent-like and pushing you down. You stare up at the ceiling, the room illuminated by bright, white light that makes you close your eyes. You can feel his hands paw at your body, grabbing and touching at your exposed skin. You shiver under his cold hands that grip at your breasts, palming at your hardened nipples. He roams your body as if he owned it, letting his touch linger and fingers play along your tender self.

Your entrance leaks with heavy arousal that slides past your folds. You can feel something hard press against your thigh, jerking in motion, the hard feeling separating and something sticky spreading itself against your thigh.

“Both?” You ask in a breathless voice, swallowing the thickness in your throat. “I- I don’t-”

“I know you can.” He leans close to your face, breath hot as he nuzzles against your neck. Your pulse speeds in pace, blood pumping in your ears. Your heart beats against your chest, echoing loudly, the pulse point in your throbbing where his lips press against you, puckered softly in a lasting kiss. “You’re going to be the good girl I know you are and you’re going to take both of them so well for me.” he pulls away and he looks down at you, lips turned into a soft smile, the innocence of it ruined by the vulgar look on his face.

You lie on the wooden desk, lowered and pressed flat against it. He looms above you, a swarm of butterflies that flutter in your stomach in an angry storm. The heat inside of your body rises, fueled by lust and fear, the serpent rises above you, his tongue spilling out, curling at tip. It’s drenched in spit, gossamer strands that connect it between the two split ends. His hand covers your face entirely, fingers sliding into your hair and scratching at your scalp as he tugs on the hair. Your neck aches, head turned to the side, as his cocks stretch your aching holes. It’s a pain that blinds you, that makes you scream in his name in broken cry, grabbing at the arm and scratching your nails down the scaled covered limb. You whine and buck your hips and he shushes you, his tail wrapping around your throat, lifting your head and sliding underneath your neck. The tail, scaled and dry slides down your spine, curving your body into a soft arch and the comfort of the desk leaves you. You are lifted into the air, his cocks inside of you. The swirled tips pushed inside and rubbing inside of you in a spiral that makes your mouth open and have a drool pool in your mouth.

His hands, clawed and scaled, large and heavy cradle your smaller body. Holding you above the floor as an offering to himself as he pushes himself deeper into your body. His tail tightens and the tip of it slides it’s way onto your torso, the scales kissing his bent knuckles, the tip of it sliding to your jaw and entering your mouth.

Leviathan howls in pleasure, pressed close to you, a cock inside of you jerking sporadically, until you can feel thick ropes of semen drip out of your body. The loud clicking noises that fill the room echoes in your ears. He grunts and pants, spit dripping from his mouth and onto your stretched stomach.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt,” he breathes out, eyes drenched in hunger and want. “I’m gonna release my load into your cunt. You’re gonna be nothing more than a cumdumpster for some fucking nerd.” He laughs wildly, teeth sharp and eyes crazed. “But that’s what you want, huh?” You cunt aches and he moves so quick and determined to find his own high that you can’t do much but be used a sex toy for him. “You should see your dumb, little face-” he sticks his cock deep inside of you, the both of them erected despite one of them spilling inside of you- “all fucked out.” He breathes sharply and pushes his tail deeper into your mouth until you gag around it, tears pricking at your eyes and body going rigid.

Your sex wraps around him tightly, the two cocks in your cunt stretching your rim past what you’re used to. It aches, pleasurable and painful all at once, a kiss by the serpent himself, something that bites and digs its fangs deep into you. His touch is addictive, unholy, a wickedness that spread across you as the monster claims you as his own- as Leviathan holds onto you with hands that are unrelenting. His tail is deep in your mouth, your moans muffled by the appendage in your mouth, singing to him, only to be quieted.

He’s unforgiving in his pace, taking his brother’s sin and using you for his own selfish desires, taking the warm, soft walls that wrap around his cock so nicely, using you as a personal toy as you arch below him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, and dripping past your jaw. You are a mess. You are a mess because of him, mind slipping with only pleasure and the ache in your lower stomach piling over The coils burn hot, your body aching for an inch of release given to you by the demon who holds you with large, clawed hands that scratch at your skin. He can feel your approaching release, your eyes that water and stare at the ceiling above. You are curved on him, a fallen angel that is tainted by Envy.

Your teeth are a small pressure against his scales, nothing in comparison to what he has felt before but all in the same, it’s lovely, a pressure so welcomed, so new and loved, that, he holds you close. He slips his tail out and curls it around your body, kisses at your neck and moans your name when you’re pressed against his chest.

Wet, gummy walls tighten around him, pulling him close and you moan his name, clawing at his skin, your nails nothing more than a simple itch as you release against him. You moan and cry, blubber his name on your tongue while you spasm around his cock, calling for him to never stop. He releases inside of you, flooding out immediately, so desperate to bite into your shoulder, but fearing the blood that will seep into his mouth and stain his being in something greater than sin. He holds you close and feels the thick cream slide out of you.

He’s gentle when laying you back down, slipping his cocks out of your abused bunt that he stares at with growing shame. He has ruined you, corrupted you with Envy- with himself. He kisses your navel, your sex a strong scent. You lay on the desk, thick discharge spilling your core, mixed with your own sweeter one. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself to stand and collect the clothes that were torn from your body.

You can hear a soft curse and hands dance over your body in a frantic motion, fluttering around your heated body and pushing your legs. You whimper at the touch, furrowing your brows and relaxing once you return to your original position. A warm touch replaces the empty feeling in your body and you are pulled close, leaning your forehead against a chest. You can feel your body wrapped around something warm, something scented of the ocean and summer love.

Leviathan is many things. He is a man who enjoys anime, who collects figures and any other type of merch available. He is someone who collects and loves what he does. He knows who he is. He is an otaku. He is someone who brings you to his room to lie on a worn futon that acts as a bed for when you spend the night. Leviathan is someone who cries at the climax of a show and holds you hand tight. Someone who loves to talk about his interests and hear you talk. Leviathan is sin, something so grotesque and magnificent that you can’t help but become speechless when he sits beside you. Someone with fair skin, eyes like a forming sunset that shine with something that you can’t describe. Someone with teeth so sharp that a simple press pierces through your delicate skin and lets your blood prick at your body. He is everything that should be hated, everything so beautiful and lovely that you can’t help but feel an envy when he approaches another.

Leviathan carries you, covering you in a thick jacket, your hands clenching feebly at the shirt that he wears, now crinkled. He holds you close to him, looks ahead and refuses to meet the eyes of the ground that he’s grown so accustomed to over the past years. He holds you close in his arms, pushing you towards his chest. His hands cradle your weakened body and he stops. You look up at him through tired eyes, lids heavy with exhaustion. Above you, he looks at you with a worried face, worry biting at his lips and the light that glows behind him creates a halo around his head, the light illuminating the purple into something so much more. His lips kiss at your forehead, a confession that he will never be able to say out loud, never a true confession, but always something so close to it. Envious of all that you are able to give him and something that he cannot provide back to you, he kisses your skin.

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Amor Omnia Vincit (vampire!Levi x reader) - part 4

playlist

part 1 part 2 part 3

wc : 2,5k

genre : angst, dark content (if you are not comfortable with dark content do not read, this fic is kind of very dark)

warnings : main character death, heavy depictions of blood, blood drinking, murder, dark content, child death, grief

Devil in me

Levi could remember but few pieces from his earliest decades on this earth. Centuries spent alone in these remote mountains having erased most memories he had cherished, the warmth of his mother’s hand on his cheek now cold and lost forever in the thick layers of snow that had fallen after her death.

But one thing he’d never forget was the hunger that used to nag at his insides and churn in his stomach, the late nights grinding on his teeth and chewing on his thumb until the copper and sweetness of blood rose him from a deep slumber.

He’d never forget the first time he sunk his baby teeth into something else than his own flesh, his first victim. He’d never forget the little boy’s face, eyes wide with fear as he went limp in his arms, dazed and drunk on the pleasure that sparked through his veins as Levi’s canine pierced the supple skin of his neck. Unable to fight back against the spell cast on him.

It had started innocently, they had met half way through the woods and village, where both worlds met and no one dared to venture. He was a cheerful boy with a sweet face. Doe eyes and blond curls, freckles speckled on his button nose. He smelt of home made bread and sweet berries. The son of a baker.

Nothing like Levi, a raven haired little boy with calm and curious grey eyes, white porcelain skin that smelt like milk and petrichor, red tinted lips and high cheekbones. Achingly beautiful, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

They had played together like children often did. A harmless game of hide and seek turning into a gruesome tragedy when his friend fell down a rocky slope, head hitting a rock and bleeding on clear white snow.

And after that, Levi’s body wasn’t his any more, pure instinct pulling him to the child. Silently, as his friend moaned in pain, sucking in breaths through broken limbs, his fingers had danced over his exposed collarbones and up his neck. The warmth of his victim’s thrumming heart gently fading into a bird’s feather wing.

His throat suddenly dry and rough, stomach twisting in knots and begging to be filled. So empty he felt nauseous with hunger.

It’s all naturally that he brought a lithe finger to the boy’s lips, head dipping down to nestle in the crook of his prey’s neck.

He’d never forget the proud smile of his uncle Kenny upon finding them, one standing the other now pale as snow. He hadn’t understood then, still sat at his friend’s side and waiting for him to wake up and shot him a grin.

“He’s not wakin’ up, kid. He’s dead. You killed him.” His uncle had said with a smile, tapping his shoulder, “An’ am so proud of you, that was your first time drinking from the source, wasn’ it ?”

“Dead ?” He had asked with the innocence of a child, head tilted to the side, unfamiliar to the concept at such a young age.

As an immortal, he had never even heard of the word, not until his own mother had passed.

But something hadn’t felt right, Kenny’s smile too crooked, too honest and proud.

Bile had risen up his throat, dark blood spilling from his mouth as dread shook him to the core. Sick and rotten from the inside about something he had yet to understand.

And he’d never forget, the lonely flower that had sprouted from his friend’s eyes as Kenny had dragged him away from the scene. A rotten bloom with waxy petals and rancid pollen.

It’s only in the coming days, when he went back to find a blanket of these same flowers covering the boy’s limp body that he understood what his uncle had meant.

Death meant his friend would never come back and that he was a monster.

Hold me down

The exact same thing would happen to you if he didn’t end this soon. He had committed a terrible mistake by letting you in, by falling for you, no safety net to break his fall.

“You need to leave.” He said, his words a punch in the chest as he turned away from you, pushing you away after all these days you had spent warming him up to you.

And the wide ballroom had never seemed so lonely, wrapping your arms around you to keep you from the cold air of the night now biting your skin. The pale moon looking down at you from the big windows, proud in a sky of ink.

A frown creased your brows, incomprehension crossing your features as you took a step forward, aching to reach out for him but judging it better not to invade his personal space.

“Wait- Did I- Did I do something wrong ?” You queried, worry rippling through your voice, “If so I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean anything-”

Pain pricked at his heart at the quiver in your voice, the hesitation and doubt, unable to turn around and face you in fear of meeting your gaze.

But he had to remind himself this was for you. For your safety. To protect you from the urges still dormant inside of him but oh so close to break through and ravage everything in its way.

Yes, this was for the best.

He steeled in a breath, composing himself the best he could, a cold mask of detachment. Slowly, he turned around, finally giving you a glance of his features, the sight freezing the blood in your veins.

“I did say you’d return home as soon as you were back on your feet.” He said emotionlessly, each word bitter on his tongue, “You’re fine now.”

He hated it, hated how your features crumpled at his words, his tone stone cold.

Yes, he’d guide you back home tomorrow morning and then you’d never see one another ever again.

“But I thought that-”

He shook off your hand on his arm, throwing you a threatening scowl. “You thought wrong.”

But you were not one to give up. You had seen the way he looked at you, felt his fingers carding through your locks as you slept beside him, head resting on his chest after your first embrace.

You hadn’t been dreaming.

Time and Time again

Grey eyes wide with fear stared down upon pale hands slick with blood. Levi’s head spun and throbbed, heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing in his ears, your scent intoxicating and potent as it clung to his nostrils, sickening.

His heart pressed against his throat, stomach tied in knots and tongue swollen in his mouth. Sat on the floor beside your all too immobile body, your lips parted and eyes lost in a darkness he’d never get to see.

What had he done ?

He dug in the depth of his memory, with hands and nails, trying to unearth the horrible truth that pricked his heart with fear and terror. Hands shaking as it urgently fumbled with your collar, moist with fresh blood.

And he didn’t have to look at the torn flesh of your neck to know what had taken place. Your skin, usually so warm to the touch, now cold as marble. The gentle hum of your heart now a deafening silence.

“No...” He murmured, shaking his head dismissively as he gathered your body in his arms, lying you on his knees. “No, no, no, no, no.” He repeated, louder this time as panic seized his heart.

Blood everywhere, yours, permeating the room with the sweet stench of death and blooming flowers. White petunias already blooming from the gash in your throat, feeding off the blood and veins, roots threading through the skin like stitches. Your skin now cold to the touch.

“No, no, no” He said again. Unconsciously hoping, begging for you to wake up and shine your precious smile his way, holding you tighter to him, mindless to the blood pooling on the ballroom floor. The moon’s pale glow reflecting in the slick crimson. .

What have you done ?

What have you done !

“Please, come back...” A tear slipped down his cheek, eyes burning, “Please, please, please...”

A silent sob rocked his ribcage, a pained gasp falling from his lips as he gently swayed you in his arms, an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand cradling your head close to his chest like a newborn. Pressing a kiss to your temple and muffling back a cry.

“Come back... Please come back-” He sniffled in your hair, now past the point of caring. Saliva dripping down his lips as silent cries of anguish shook through him. A new wave of tears rolling down his cheeks in torrent, choking his pleads. “Please... I’m sorry... I’m sorry...”

You killed her.

A voice he knew all too well rang in his head.

You always kill them don’t you ? Can’t deny what you are, Levi.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He said, sucking in a breath, venom on his tongue.

Vampires need blood, Levi. How many times do I need to remind you ? Starve yourself for too long and this is what happens. You go feral.

Kenny had taught him indeed, how to drink and how to feed. Things that had made him gag with disgust at the time, his uncle forcing fresh blood down his parched throat.

Had told him what happened when a vampire starved themselves.

They lose it. Go feral, kill everything in their vicinity.

And in that moment he recalled.

The warmth of a gentle hand cupping his elbow, trying to keep him from leaving the room. A soft voice, yours, begging him to talk and please explain what was going on. To please talk this out.

And something inside of him had snapped, somewhere between his stomach and his gut.

Through the blur of hunger he could barely remember your hands pressing against his chest right as his canines pierced the tender skin of your neck, the fear in your eyes as your limbs went limp, unable to struggle against him.

He had heard vampire bites felt warm and pleasurable, a false sense of comfort to bend victims to their will, obedient preys.

You hadn’t thrashed, you hadn’t screamed, you hadn’t fought for your life.

His eyes trailed over to your features, another white flower had bloomed in your gut, he could see it past your parted lips.

Kenny had told him that from the moment the victim’s body started growing flowers it was too late, the infection already in too deep, tissues already taken over by mother nature and the sweet toxin present in his teeth. Much like a snake’s venom, vampire’s bites coursed through the bloodstream, leaving nothing untainted.

A scream ripped through his throat, a cry of loss and anger, of pain and blood, bending him over and tearing the air from his lungs.

He had failed.

The Graveyard

It had taken days for him to act, the Sun and Moon taking turns in the sky to watch over you as he sat on the floor still bent over your body. tear streaked cheeks dry with salt and eyes hollow.

By the time he finally blinked out of his daze, he ignored how many days had gone by. Enough for a bee to come feed on the pollen of the flowers at your throat. He chased it away with a smack of the hand.

He had dragged himself to town, bringing you back to your village, like he had promised. No tears had been shed as he let go of you and waited for someone to find you, laid on a blanket of wild flowers he had arranged.

He couldn’t find it in him to cry again, dry of tears and now moving through the motion.

It hadn’t been long before someone found you, a man in his fifties who staggered and fell on his knees at your side. Was this a relative of yours ?

Well then again Levi assumed that in such a tiny village everyone must have known you, loved you.

Because whose heart wouldn’t be affected by you ? Kind, caring and oddly endearing. Determined and stubborn.

They had lost no time in preparing a grave for you, the funerals taking place the day after. Your mother had cried, wept and screamed, nailing at the polished wood of your casket as it had been lowered in the ground, beside your father.

The days after had gone by in a weird procession of night and day. Sitting at the dining table, no plates and no cutlery. Him alone, wondering when you’d come down from your bedroom and greet him with a warm smile, cheerfully eating to your heart’s content.

Of course you never came.

Did he even have the right to grief and mourn ? To love you still when no one else but him was to blame for your absence.

Guilt ate him up day and night, your touch haunting his darkest nightmares and your voice ghosting in the halls of the castle as he moved from one room to the other. Your presence still clinging to the walls and curtains of your room.

Levi stared at the hollow trees of the graveyard, the cold wind steeling up his spine as it ruffled the leaves of dark trees, alone as he stood at your grave. It had been years now, but he came everyday, placing new flowers for you and your father every week.

He had heard whispers, carried from the village to the mountains by the howling wind, about a man dressed in black who would visit the graveyard every morning at dawn. Wrapped in fog and mystery, a man with no name and no face. A stranger.

And there he stood again, an early winter morning, arms holding a fresh bouquet of red carnations. Chest empty and cold now that you weren’t here to spark his heart alive with your smile and giggles.

He gazed up at the trees ahead, on his way to depart, dreading the moment he’d find himself back between four walls. Alone in a silent home.

There you stood, achingly beautiful and out of reach, a tender smile on your lips, as if nothing had ever happened, back in the coat he had found you in back in the day you met.

You waved at him lightly. And with a heavy heart, he waved back with a tired smile, a tear streaking down his cheek for the first time in years, knowing he still had all eternity to miss you.

Taglist : @levi-my-beloved @peace-for-levi @levmada @st-arlert @pockcock @maybesandohnos @notgoodforlife @nelapanela94

#aot x read #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titans x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #aot angst #snk angst

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adalz · 3 years

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Lacrymosa - part 1

pairing: Zeke x Reader ー Priest!Zeke x Angel!Reader (mention of Angel!Levi x Angel!Reader)

chapter warnings: /!\ sacrilege tw, lots of blood tw, mention of war

world count: 6.1k

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It all began with a fall. A fall so high, up from divine ground, and your exhausted body punctured the canopy of heaven. Wind tore your body apart and fear was beating hard and fast in every cell of your body. You remembered the way it felt, picking up speed as you broke through the clouds. You reached out a hand, but there was nothing you could do.

An arrow piercing through your throat before tumbling down and your wing muscles were spalling with fire. You could still hear it, the indefatigable echo of your name and there was the lingering brush of his fingers trying to catch your hand, everywhere on your skin. A split second - too late. You remembered his marvelous wings spread above you and the distress in his silver eyes. He reached out a hand, but there was nothing he could do.

It was all their fault - greediness inborn and carved in their minds, the taste of blood and hate on their perfidious tongues. Demons within them, enjoying the flames licking at your fragile skins. Since the dawn of time, Mankind tore itself to shreds, pouring innocent blood on fields made for war, incapable of learning from its own greed. The Old Stories were written as a reminder of their hatred, to never forget that it was incapable to feel repentance. It once shed blood on sealed grounds.

Mortals turned away from Her and you thought you were safe up there, above their avidity and their armies, but they had found a way to cross the path beyond the clouds. Most of them weren't even mortals anymore - they had cleared away the debt of mortality, they made pacts with dark beings with whom they shared the same devastating desires. They joined the ranks of death and destruction. By spilling the blood of the Goddess, they wanted to set the world on fire.

You didn't even remember hitting the ground, falling for so long that nothing made sense anymore. A long and torturous expectation. And soon, death.

You thought back to the Surface. It had been so long that you could barely remember any of it, memories mingled with dizziness. You remembered the fire and death. You remembered saying to yourself “this is the end”.

A lump in your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it was impossible. The air hit your face and you were falling. You fell and the world flew away in bursts of fire and the exultation of war was turning the waters red. Fathers and sons slitting throats, silencing children and rivers. Giant hands plunging into the crowd to feed stomachless hunger, for the hope of a new life was keeping them awake.

The air hit your face and you couldn't breathe. You were falling and dirt slid under your fingernails, dust in your lungs, and dawn had never been darker. In your back, muscles were sliced and you couldn't fly. The world went up in smoke.

Your eyes fluttered open. A single breath revived your limbs and the fire in your lungs. Eyes opened, and closed again, blinded by the daylight.

Leaning with difficulty on your left forearm, you struggled to push your face off a cotton pillow. Tired eyes tried to focus on four walls, a door, a window. Cotton sheets and a small table next to the bed you were lying in. A glass of water.

You didn’t know this place. And there was a worrying numbness in your back. Something was wrong. Panic started crawling under your skin as vague memories bloomed in your head.

Your legs were tangled with the small bed sheets, and you fumbled to free yourself, kicking at the thin fabric, tearing yourself away from its warmth. As you stood up, a dull pain spread up your back and down your legs. You could hardly breathe. You were suffocating.

Staggering feet lead you to the window. This was not right - you weren't supposed to be there. You weren't supposed to be alive.

The sunlight came to brush your skin with an unusual delicacy - it was not scorching hot as you were used to, and its caress lingered on your cheeks. Its warmth was too weak, too... distant.

Hands flat against the window, your eyes opened wide to the world behind the glass.

Never ever would you have thought that you would return to the Surface one day, and that what you would see would be something else than desolate landscapes, starving bodies and rivers of blood. Your memories were ancient, blurry, yet the horror that cursed your mind for endless centuries had given way to the warmest colors of the sun dancing on thousands of leaves. It was the forest that drew your eye, stretched as far as you could see, old growth and spearing trees.

Below the window was a small garden surrounded by a low stone wall. It looked like it skirted the building you were in. You noticed an odd machine, leaning against it, two wheels on either side of its strange shape.

The low wall was not completely enclosed, and a metal gate was wide open, open towards a dirt path that bifurcated right in front of it. The larger one turned immediately to the right, along the low wall, toward a slope. The other one, right in front of you, was diving into the sea of trees.

They were the softest shades of orange and red, foreshadowing the great postludes of summer. From the window, you could see leaves rippling with a delicate wind, and your eyes suddenly went towards the sky, above the garden as a flock of starlings obscured the sky.

There were birds in the sky.

They soared in its vastness, flashing their wings and the sight of them sent a jolt of pain down your back. In the reflection of the window, you saw your own. Fingers draw their unusual form against the glass. One, flared out, pulling painfully on the aching muscles of your back and shoulder. The other one was bent the wrong way.

You had to close your eyes tight, and your skin was cold and clammy against the window. Fear was finding its way back in your breathing, shards in your throat and it hurt, it hurt. Your fingers fidgeted with a bandage around your neck. It was burning and you couldn’t swallow. Someone had touched you and something was wrong.

You turned around abruptly - stumbling over your own feet. Your back was sore, and you couldn't feel your wing. One of them was bent the wrong way. Dread and confusion overflowing everything, and the idea that someone touched you made you sick.

And all of sudden you felt like falling again. You couldn’t remember hitting the ground and the wind was blowing the wrong way, blood pulsing too hard in your throat.

Memories were hiding away, and it was the same windblown senses on the surface of your skin - the smell of flaming blades,

the touch of his fingers skimming yours,

the sharp silver color of his eyes,

the broken sound of his desperate voice,

the taste of blood flooding in your mouth.

His wings spread over him, silver shining so bright on him, glorious eyes and glorious wings but there was nothing he could do.

He was not here anymore and there was so much blood in your eyes, abundant and so, so tacky and all you could feel was the ardent taste of metal and there was nothing, nothing you could do. Your wing was bent the wrong way and you choked down words, calling out his name but there was no sound coming past your lips -

Levi.

It might have been said out loud, but the sounds of the world were muffled and the sunlight too pale and the pain too diffuse. You couldn't stay here, on this cursed land, you had to go back, to make sure that everyone was okay. That Levi was safe.

The glass reflection showed that your wing was bent the wrong way and the rest, you did not notice: it had been ages since you last saw yourself, except for your silhouette on the polished marble floors and the vague reflection in his eyes when you were standing close, arms brushing. Someone had touched you and everything was wrong. You had to get away as fast as possible, find a way to get home, to fly away. You hurried towards the door.

The handle slowly turned in your hand, and you could hear music from behind the door. You didn’t know what to expect; wildfires and sharpened blades. Death, perhaps.

There was only a landing.

The room was narrow, and light from the staircase timidly illuminated the windowless space. Walls were white, half-hidden by frames and shelves, and the floor was full of books piled on top of each other. There was a closed door on your left and another one, ajar, a few feet in front of you. A sweet melody was escaping from the room, the sounds of instruments playing in harmony. It wafted through the house, betraying someone else's presence.

You were not alone.

For a moment, you thought about slowly stepping backwards, closing the door before you, and jumping out of the window, into the garden, praying for your wings to at least flutter, to soften the fall and let you fly forward a few feet. Run towards the path disappearing into the woods. But it seemed foolish, the same old refrain in your head - your wing was bent the wrong way and there was a scorching pain in your back. Jumping from the second floor would only slow you down. You could run, that you were sure of. You had not run since-... Well, you couldn't remember the last time you ran but it was all you needed to do. Run.

Someone had seen you, had brought you into this house. The bandage around your throat; someone had touched you. One word in your head as if on a loop - you had to run. To go past the half-open door, past the sweet sound of music coming out of it, and probably past the person that was in this house.

You took a step forward, and the wooden floor made an imperceptible creaking sound. Your breath caught in the back of your throat.

One careful step after another, and the music was getting louder and louder with every passing second. Your palm finally slid against the railing, and you swiveled your body towards the descending steps. Ever so quietly, you bent a knee, and walked down the first step of the stairs.

From there, you could see a clear tile floor. Shadows of foliage were dancing on it with the late afternoon sun rays, coming from a door that was certainly open nearby. If the music wasn't so loud in your ears, you could probably have heard the birds singing and the leaves rustling in the trees. It smelled good.

A smell of yesteryear, forgotten by your mind, awakening buried memories. It smelled of bread, of broth, of wine. There was a kitchen nearby, and your stomach cringed from having been ignored for so long. It used to be such frivolities but the rules of the Surface were different, you remembered.

And then, as you stood there, you couldn't help but wonder who was living in that house. What kind of person was leaving their books strewn across the floor, baking bread and listening to sweet melodies. Who could have carried you to that bed, wrapping your body in bandages? You could be reckless enough to only lay a finger on your skin?

The door was still in your back, and you thought that maybe, you could catch a glimpse of something, of someone.

You turned around slightly, eyes looking for the crack of the door, but you froze. Gaze focusing on something too close.

A man in the doorframe.

Broad shoulders -too broad, too dangerous- and a scar along a stiff neck. Flaxen hair on a sharp jaw, furrowed brow. Dark blue eyes and they were everywhere on you. Two eyes diving into yours and the color of a tempestuous ocean, drowning you. You were the only thing he was seeing.

He opened his mouth, -too close, too close- and the sound of his voice filled the room, and something snapped in you. No, it was not possible. It was not how it was supposed to go. None of this was supposed to happen. Waves of panic sloshed over you like a senseless sea and the only thing you were sure of was that you knew how to run.

Fear fitted for wings.

You jumped down the stairs.

Step, step, step and the cold tile floor against your bare feet. A shout in your back and you never ran so fast. Eyes down, and the sunlight was drawing your way out on the floor. Promptly following its lead, you rushed through an open glass door. Blinded eyes blinked a few times to adjust to the sudden light once again, and before you was the low stone wall, the open gates and the path through the countless trees of the forest.

There was a movement behind you and you could almost feel his arm cleaving through the air to catch you, and you ran, you ran, feet tapping in the grass, in the dirt. You ran, and behind you the pounding of the ground was answering you. A voice was shouting in your back and deadly eyes, deadly hands were going to catch you. You tried to open your wings, but pain mixed with adrenaline as soon as you did, every bone quivering at the slight tremor, lungs emptying air all at once. You felt yourself lose your balance, left hand scraping on the ground and you propelled yourself forward with intensity. Wild and uncontrollable strides were taking you into the woods, toward a place to disappear.

The wind of the Surface blew in your face, and earthy scents were all around you, like a blurring haze of forgotten sensations. You could only focus on the sound of branches cracking under your feet and the trees were getting thicker as you ran past them, the canopy denser and darker. You ran like you never did, as if you would never have to run again - as fast as you could, so far away from this man, from this place, away from those cursed mortal eyes.

You had no idea for how long you ran, but your legs were growing heavier with each stride, and only was it when the trees started to scatter around you that you realized you reached a clearing.

You blinked again as sunlight came out from behind the treetops, the frail sun yet so bright in your eyes and you vainly brought a hand to your face, legs quivering from the frantic run.

For an instant, you closed your eyes, and every muscle in your body was set on fire. When you opened them again, the world was strangely unstable - it was spinning and strides were suddenly too fast, too full of momentum, as if to soar up.

You hit the ground before you realized you stumbled, with a heavy thump that echoed in your chest.

Your head rose with difficulty, blurry vision troubling your mind, the beating of your heart loud behind your eyelids. And as you laid in the grass like a lifeless doll, broken wings and breath too short, you saw what this clearing was hiding away.

It was standing high, weather-beaten walls climbed over by ivy and shattered glasses all around it. How could it be-...

You’d always thought they were destroyed, all those centuries ago, that none of them still stood on their ground.

Ancient and mystical, you were kneeling in front of what was left of a temple.

Exhaustion mingled with confusion - a temple to Ymir, as you could barely discern from your memories. Its architecture was different, but its essence was the same. The space between the frontal porch columns where the wind used to whistle had been walled up and pierced for rectangular windows. Space enclosed as if pushed to silence, wood and glass clashing with the trapped limestone columns. You remembered vibrant colors painted on the walls of the cella, along the clear marble of the colonnades but everything was faded, and only the pale color of the finely fitted stone remained.

You thought it all went up in smoke - and your chest was too heavy, and sticky sweat was running down your neck and you couldn’t make sense of any of this.

In the corner of your vision, there was movement.

Footsteps in the grass behind you but you didn't make a move. Slowly, you turned your head towards the noise and the man was there, looking unbalanced, as if in suspension. Your head lifted to him and his gaze rested on yours.

Captivated cobalt eyes on you as he approached carefully and you wanted to scream, to yell at him to leave you alone, but there was nowhere to go and nothing to do.

He came closer, with his shoulders straight and unbowed, and dropped to his knees in front of you, his back to the temple.

The breeze blew sharp against your cheeks and the air had a fresh scent. You waited for words, for a blow across the face, but he stayed still, chest heaving to the rhythm of his unsteady breathing - watching you.

Eventually, he stretched a hand towards you, and you tried to move back, miserably sliding backward, away from his large form, wrists trapped by the caress of tall grass.

He was broad, dressed in a strange outfit that didn't rekindle any buried memories. His cheeks were covered with blond hair, his nose high and straight. Maybe he was a mercenary, maybe he was going to tear off your feathers and your skin to kill you - sell them for a handful of coins.

He stared without a word, and swallowed once, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Twice.

The wind whistled through the trees and his blond curls swept across his forehead. You tried to look for violence in his eyes, but you saw nothing but concern. He spoke then, voice warm and soft, as if not to interrupt the wind.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Blood was beating painfully behind your eyes.

“Let me help you,” he whispered, words carried by the breeze, his palms in the air between your bodies, “You’re bleeding.”

You were bleeding. You didn’t know you were bleeding. There was so much you couldn’t feel, body sore and treacherous. Slowly taking your eyes off him, you turned your head to catch a glimpse of your wing. One of them, you could feel it, was spread wide open, on the edge of your vision. The other one was bent the wrong way. Feathers stained with red.

Eyes locked back to him, and he was still staring at you. His eyes, the melting colors of the horizon, were filled with so much emotion. Hundreds of words formed on your lips but you said nothing.

Without a word, he raised a finger to his own throat, lightly tapping against his board neck.

You carefully lowered your eyes to your chest and it was all red and viscous. You were bleeding indeed, on a sort of shirt that was not yours and suddenly, you remembered the bandage around your neck. The arrow and the fall and Levi, his wings and the way he shouted and the pain taking everything away.

The man in front of you didn’t make a move. You raised a shaking hand to your throat, touching your sticky skin, skimming what you thought was sweat, and his eyes slowly followed your movement.

“Don’t-” he started saying as you tried to take it off from around your throat, and he was back on his feet, rushing forward before immediately stopping in his tracks.

“Please,” he pleaded, “please, don’t hurt yourself.”

Six feet of lean muscles towering you and you wanted to scream but there was only one thought that crossed the barrier of your lips. A whisper of incredulity.

“Did you touch me?”

He breathed a shaky breath, and took another careful step.

“If I hadn't,” another step, “you'd be dead.”

You’d be dead.

“I sewed it up,” he carried on, “but the wound might have reopened.”

You wanted to sew up his lips. You wanted to break his neck and fly away. You didn’t move when he took another step.

He bent on his knees in front of you again, closer, so much closer this time, but he did not make another movement to touch you.

“Why-” your voice was quivering, betraying that utter state of confusion you were in. “Why would you do that?”

He was studying your face with unexpectedly concerned eyes and you could almost feel the warmth emanating from him.

“What?” he said with a small breathless laugh.

You wanted to yell, gouge out his eyes, to curse him and fly away. You wanted to tell him that he was doomed for having chased you recklessly, for having laid his eyes upon you. For sewing your skin and brushed holy feathers. But you couldn’t answer. You didn't have time because there was someone calling in the forest.

Heads jerked up, and your pulse was beating in your throat. Your eyes dived back into his, - the voice was getting closer- and he said without ever taking his eyes off you, “Let me help you.”

And his eyes were like the sky, infinite and dizzying and his body was steady, when yours was so cold. There was nothing left to do, he’d already seen you, he’d touched your skin and your wings and your body. He had pierced your skin with a needle, dripping blood to keep it from running. There was nothing else to rely on and there was so little time. The voice was getting louder, “Father Zeke?” it said, and it was getting dangerously close, and you could have sworn you saw something coming at the edge of the wood. A quick look at the temple was enough to realize it was too far for your legs to carry you.

His name was Zeke.

He saw you. He touched you. And he was reaching out a hand.

He was reaching out a hand, and he was so close that you knew you could just take it.

You stretched out your arms toward him in response and he didn't hesitate for a moment ; he threw himself forward, his hands sliding around your waist and under your legs and he flipped you up and into his arms and took off towards the building.

He was running.

You released the choke hold you had on his shirt and promptly slipped your arms around his neck as he readjusted you against him. You were higher, closer, and his body was stupidly warm. You were stupidly frozen.

The door of the building had been left ajar and he rushed inside. It was dark and cold.

He -Zeke, his name was Zeke- dropped you to your feet, and you slipped away from his arms. You only wanted to take support against a bench, but his hands were immediately back on you to help you sit down. The warmth of his body gently pulled away from you and you hated to hate it. He quickly removed his black coat, putting it over your shoulders, before absent-mindly pulling his sleeves up over his forearms.

“Don't do anything stupid while I’m gone,” he said and you took him in - his frowning brow, his strong profile, his infuriating eyes glimmering in the faintly illuminated place. “I won’t be long, and once I’m back, we’ll take care of that,” he said, stroking the side of your neck. You contemplated breaking his.

His fingers found your chin. Tipped you up. “And I swear we’ll take care of your wings. It’s gonna be alright, just…” he huffed out a breath. “I know you’re scared, but try to trust me, okay?”

His warm touch lingered a moment on your skin even when his back was already to you. And just like that, he was gone. The door shut behind him. You shivered in the darkness.

Unconsciously, your fingers grabbed the heavy fabric of his jacket around you. It was damp, sticky, and in the half-light, you could see blood spatters doting the piece of clothes. You held the material closer to you, tips of your fingers frozen against your skin.

You were in what you thought was a temple- even if the place had been restructured, walls knocked down, others raised up, there was still the colonnade, the sculpted frieze along the vaulted ceiling. On the walls were old paintings, framed with golden foliage from a time you never knew - worn out by time, faded with humidity, you could still recognize familiar silhouettes. In the walls were niches full of faded flowers, marble carved idols and dusty candles.

The place was stifling, the ivy-covered windows had all exploded, shards of glass covering the floor. Light streamed down directly from the sky, through a gaping opening in the ceiling.

You staggered, knees wavering, hand put out for balance. Your fingertips slid against the stone, over the faces of little statues, over the darken wicks of candles. The light was almost blinding, condensed into such a dark, small space. Outside stretched a forest so vast, so warm - here was confined something so ancient it was suffocating.

Fatigue was so heavy on your shoulders and your legs were on fire. All your most reasonable thoughts were screaming at you to run, to get away as far as possible, as fast as possible.

But he said he would help you, that he would take care of your wings. And the realization was painful, but without your wings, there was nowhere to call home. It was irrational, but you had an urge, a reckless desire to trust him. He'd reached out a hand, and you were able to take it.

From inside, you could hear bursts of voices in the clearing. You vaguely recognized the one that had called out from the woods as a young man, and he was talking ceaselessly, asking dozens of questions without giving time to answer.

“Are you all right, Father? Goodness, I was so scared, I just got here a few minutes ago, and there was blood on the floor and I looked for you everywhere but you were nowhere to be s-... What are you doing here? Are you hurt? There was bread in the oven but you weren’t home, so I thought something happened. Is that blood on your shirt? Are you-...”

As thunder echoed in the midnight sky, he - Zeke - spoke up, cutting off the flow of words. He didn’t speak loudly, yet his voice carried. It filtered through the blown glasses, through the foliage of the ivy, through the gaps in the stone.

“Hey, hey,” he said, and you could hear the sweet inflection of his voice. “Breathe, son. I’m fine. I’m doing good, see?” He let out a humorless laugh. The young man laughed in turn, sounding unconvinced.

The breeze was rushing through the ceiling, whistling a light melody, bringing you words you weren’t supposed to hear, and you slowly slid down against the wall, listening carefully.

“Did something happen, Father?”

“No, nothing at all. I’m doing great,” he cleared his throat, “Did you bring the stuff I asked for…?”

“Oh, that, yes, I left it in the kitchen…” A pause. “Are you sure you're okay? It honestly looks like you ran off.”

“From my own house? C’mon don’t be silly now. You know there’s nothing to be afraid of around here.”

“There’s blood on the floor and on the ground. All the way up here.”

“I cut myself.”

“Doing what? Baking?”

“Yes.”

“What? How is that-..”

“Colt, I’m fine.”

An awkward silence stretched between them, and with each second passing, you felt fatigue crashing down on your shoulders.

“Why did you run off in the Chapel when you heard me coming?”

“I got scared.”

The boy almost whined in response, “You just told me there was nothing to be scared of around here, Father.”

“Well, I lied.” And suddenly, he was talking louder, his voice echoing in the small space, as if he was right behind the door, “You know what? I'm actually really scared right now, so let's get out of here. I'll walk you to the house, and then you can go home. That won't take long, right?”

“Wait, what?” blurted the boy, confusion in his voice.

“Okay, let’s go then,” there was a sound of disapproval, and their voices began to fade away in the distance.

You exhaled, and took in a deep breath. Your lungs expanded almost painfully, as if making up for all the breaths you forgot to take in ever since regaining consciousness.

You winced at the thought - you did lose consciousness, and the last memory you had was of an endless fall. It was safe to guess you had eventually crashed - the Surface ironically releasing you from this torment. Your eyes went up to the huge opening in the vaulted ceiling. The answer to an unspoken question, right in front of you.

Head tilted against the door, and the burn in your throat reminded you of the wound. You pressed a hand against your neck, against the heavy, warm bandage of blood. It was too sticky, too abundant not to be worrying. Against your shoulders, the thin jacket was a poor comfort to the cold that was biting your cheeks.

Zeke. His name was Zeke and he had said he would come back. And whether you liked it or not, you needed his help.

You sighed. It had been such a long time since you had felt that vulnerable. You always thought everything would be okay. That everything would be better. That eternity would spare you from sorrow.

And yet, you could not remember ever having felt such a pain. To suffer and bleed out hopelessly, body frozen and unable to fight back. To be dependent upon a mortal’s words. To be alone, abandoned to the Surface.

Would anyone come looking for you? It was no exile, and yet you were utterly alone. Perhaps he would come, you thought. Levi knew the Surface better than any of you, like the back of his hand. You selfishly hoped he’d come. Perhaps he couldn't. You weren’t even sure he was alive. Perhaps no one was coming, no one ever.

You pulled your knees up against your chest, and your forehead fell to your laps.

How could She have let this happen? How could She have, twice, let them defile the floor of Paradis?

There had been an attack. That you were sure of, but you couldn't remember how it started. It was strange, blurry, like a book with torn out pages. You remembered coming out of a stupor when the first blow sounded against the doors, echoing in the empty and quiet halls. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of them, so massive, your spear in your hands. You remembered the blows against your arms, the burning lacerations against your skin. You remembered fighting.

She should have been able to do something. She had sworn to protect you.

She should have known that they would try senselessly, breaking chains and seals again and again until their thirst was quenched.

How could She let you fall from Heavens’ ground?

Your head rose abruptly from your laps as you heard a burst of voices outside, and the world was reeling, and your head was so heavy. Against your palm, blood was pulsing hot.

The hole in the ceiling was blurry and suddenly, everything was pitch black.

In the shadows of your memories, you discerned Levi's face again, rushing towards you, his hand outstretched as you were already falling down, the same memory raw on the tip of your fingers, of your lips, and nothing was making sense anymore. The same souvenir stained with blood, the same failure that would undeniably lead to a fall.

The world was spinning and all of sudden, a hand was stretching out before you and you were back in that clearing, needles in your throat with nowhere to go and Zeke was there, rushing towards you, his hand outstretched. You were against his chest, his warmth against your skin, and his strong arms all around you. He ran, dead weight soaked in blood and tall broken wings, seeing, feeling the distress, and he took everything in his hands and you were so cold, you were out of your depth.

There was a burst of voices and panic resurfaced. It was battle cries and war horns and armies marching on opaline floors. Arrows whistled through the air, soaring up in the sky and horror overcame you to have let it all happen.

You stood up hastily, stumbling. Broken wings struggled in vain to push your body forwards, but you slipped, catching yourself against the pews. They creaked against the stone floor with a dull howl, and you stood up. Four steps forward and your heart was pounding against your hand. If you were to pull it away, it might have come out of your throat.

The voices were shouting.

Your free hand grabbed the altar, and you climbed miserably up the step, before your legs gave out, falling miserably to your knees, an arm holding on the altar for dear life. You hated to feel so scared, to feel so weak. Sacred wings and sacred tears, all gone for nothing.

The voices were shouting and you recognized his voice.

Zeke said he would come back for you - he promised it. He said to trust him, and you had nothing, nothing left to do.

The door creaked as it opened, hard light rushing into the building. Paintings on the walls lit up with the afternoon light, life breathed into this forgotten temple and you felt yours, pulsing weakly against your palm.

Zeke's silhouette tore through that canvas of light and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Finally.

Two cobalt eyes, one hand back as if to hold something or someone back, and suddenly they were two. From behind him, emerged a boy who stood still in turn. His mouth half-open and his eyes wide.

Zeke said something gravely. He said to the boy not to panic, “You get back to the house and take out the medical stuff you bought me.” He said, “All the clothes you find and bring upstairs all the alcohol you can find in the kitchen.” He said, “Run,” and the boy slowly backed away, his wide eyes still on you, before disappearing in the light as Zeke rushed towards you.

A split second and he crossed the space. You reached a hand forward and his fingers slid against your wrist. He left two fingers resting there, and he said, “Shit.”

The world was spinning and something was wrong.

You would have preferred to die while falling, not to have to go through all this. Not to have to impose it on someone. You could have fallen in the middle of the ocean and your body would have sunk slowly to the bottomless abyss. You could have fallen in the middle of a battlefield and your body would have been forgotten like those of the soldiers who already fell on the once green ground.

But you had fallen into his arms. You stretched out a hand and he caught you in his arms, as no one ever caught you before.

It was so cold, and Zeke was talking to you, but you couldn't make sense of his words, yet his lips were so close and his brow was furrowed, and there was an impalpable distress in his eyes. He was emanating a gentle warmth against you as he pressed his hand firmly against your neck, his arm wrapping around your shoulders at the same time, and suddenly you were up against him, against his chest in his arms, and he smelled like smoke and forest and cologne. The light was loud, the sounds sliding on your skin, sensations tenfold, and nothing made sense.

He was running, and the wind brushed your cheeks, but this time you weren’t scared.

Perhaps you sighed, knowing that someone was holding you tight, and would never let you fall again. He promised, and you were willing to trust him.

There was nothing else to do.

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