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nelapanela94 · 1 year

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Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with Levi Ackerman x short black!reader (Short meaning like 5’2 in height and who’s he didn't think had existed with Trinidad and Tobago Caribbean roots/culture which includes the accent,food and of course Soca Carnival) who they date, want to marry and have children with in the future? ( You can choose how many kids each of them should have!)

Hi sweetheart!!!

TW: set in our AU! in the 70's, mentions of Dad Levi, Kuchel and Kenny are alive, fluff

WC: 1k

Levi hugs Kuchel goodbye, pricking with guilt for his mother's tears, but the driver hits the horn, beckoning him.

He was twenty-five when a travel agency add popped on the tv, promising paradise. So, out of an impulse, he scrubbed the dregs of his savings account and booked a round trip to the Caribbean. He packed on his shoulders the basics for summer land, and a bottle of antibacterial gel mellowed with aloe.

Coming from a place that barely sees the light for six months of the year, where the cold gnaws at your bones and you have to toddle around with at least six layers during winter, he did feel like crossing st. peter's gates once he hops off the plane in Port of Spain. Enduring ten hours squeezed between the snores of an old rickety man and the wails of a baby was worth it. At the airport, he hoards all the tourist guide pamphlets he can cram into his pockets and calls Kuchel from the public phone to let her know he’s all right. Then he spends long minutes in the bathroom washing his face and hands.

The soft frizzling on his skin; the breeze tousling his hair. In few days, his skin is flushed with a farmer's tan, and cafe au lait freckles stud his shoulders and nose. But he relishes the energy with which this land sizzles, the babble of different accents and the diversity of its people who anchored on the island from all around the globe. The market pulses with different languages, colors, textures, smells, and flavors, and he spends all morning trying fruits he'd never heard of in his life. He takes more time though, to accustom his taste buds to the spiciness.

He never forgets to send a postcard to his mother every week to let her know her little boy is doing fine. He also mentions at the end of one that he’ll reschedule his return ticket, though he has not selected a date yet. Maybe until spring begins.

One evening, he saunters along the Maracas Bay promenade and wallows in it. The sunset on the beach is like a painting coming to life. The sky is a canvas of orange, pink and purple, blending in a swirl of colors. The sun, a fiery ball, slowly sinking into the horizon. The waves sparkle with golden light, reflecting the sun's rays. The briny breeze strokes his hair and the warm sand smoldering his feet invites him to sit. He takes pictures with his XG-9 Minolta, capturing the world’s beauty through the lens. He zooms and zooms, looking for different angles until he stumbles with a group of girls, dancing and laughing, eating lay's and drinking sprite. One smiles and winks and waves a hand, and a frisson of both panic and exhilaration ripples through every inch of him. His cheeks begin to tingle. He drops the camera on his lap and looks away.

“Hey!”

Levi’s heart bangs like the gallop of a horse in a race. His lips part. His eyes snap, and he gulps before turning around. She is wearing a billowing midi dress, her deep ochre skin glowing with a healthy sheen, lips plumped and moist. A set of golden bracelets clanking with every lithe movement. Her eyes are brown, the type of brown that becomes honey under the light, rimmed with long lashes. Levi stutters a hi, his hands too clammy he can’t let go of the hem of his white t. “My name is [name], and I was wondering if you would go to the carnival with me.” She tries to cajole him with a smile. Her eyes soften, pleading, glinting. Lashes flitting. Levi blinks while his brain tries to connect thoughts and metamorphose them into words. He doesn’t know how that ‘yes’ comes out from his mouth.

“Great!” She beams and pries a sharpie from her purse. “Where are you staying at? I’ll pick you tomorrow at 10 am.” She holds the cap in her lips and the tip glides smoothly on her palm with Levi’s address. “For whom I ask at the front desk?” And he relaxes his shoulders, “Levi Ackerman.”

He watches her running back to her friends, and from time to time, she steals a quick glance at him.

She takes Levi to the parades and tries to teach him how to dance, how to loosen his hips, but he… just don’t have it in him. A futile attempt. He can’t stop looking at her, the way her body follows the lively rhythms of the music. Whenever their eyes meet, he feels a flush rising in his cheeks. She’s shorter than him, not more than a couple of inches, and that makes them the perfect dancing partners. “Come on, admit you’re having fun.” She quips and he replies with a smirk, “I can’t ruin my reputation as a first-class grump.”

She takes him to the best local restaurants too, introducing him to a kaleidoscope of flavors and he feels guilty to think that Kuchel’s food lacks some spiciness. He loves roti with beef, pastelle and sweet bread. His abs start melting, but he can’t care less; the food is worthy.

Levi’s been bewitched, bespelled, mesmerized, impossible and illogical, yet the only explanation of his desire to stay. He wants to know her, to find any excuse to talk to her, to find out what she thinks of things. Hold her hand and walk by the beach under a starry night sky. They are so different, but she brings a kind of music into his life he’d never heard before. Twinkling bell notes, distinctive and beautiful, descend into a sweet slurring that untangles the twisted, bare wires in his head.

She kisses him of course, Levi is too nervous to take the step, and from that kiss, his mind races from the kiss to touch her more. To pick out the wedding invitations, to build a home and set up a baby crib.

Weeks later he calls Kuchel and drops the bomb, something he’d been postponing, claiming he needed to find the right words, and tells her, fiddling with the telephone cord, “I’m staying, indefinitely.” But when a shocked why comes in from the other side, he panics and pushes the hook.

Levi scores a job at a top accounting firm in the capital. They move together, get married in a small and intimate celebration, and have those little twin brats that can’t stop wailing and giggling and pulling at his hair with their strong grip. Two girls with big almond-shaped gray eyes and golden skin. Though, things didn’t happen in that exact same order. Indeed, when he wired his mother, he was carrying the pregnancy test in his pocket.

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: SMUT, MDNI, Oral!male receiving, vaginal penetration, prostate stimulation, prostate orgasm, milking, subby!Levi, mild language (It's Levi so...)

wc: 2900

Just Y/N worshipping Levi's pretty dick (because Levi deserves the best orgasms)

“Relax, my Honeybun, tonight is all about you.” You cooed, slipping his shirt off his arms and tossing it away to join the hill of your clothes piling on the floor. The breeze that wafted into the room caressed your skin like a silken veil. You were completely naked, kneeling by his side, buttocks resting on your heels. Your messy hair framed your face and made you look like a goddess, with plump, juicy lips and radiant skin.

Levi drank your image, letting his favorite drug intoxicate him. With you he could let his guard down and let himself be carried away by the sensations your body evoked in his.

You were the tea in the morning, you were the stars and the moon. You were mulled wine on a winter night. You were a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven; a saunter through the sunflower fields. You were all the pretty things in the world, and though he felt a fool to think of such corny things; what could he do to face a smitten heart that had surrendered to you?

Your fingers roamed over his perfectly-sculpted torso, impelling his muscles to shudder under your dazzling touch as if for the first time. There were things that would never change. You bit your lower lip, eyes flickering with greed and love as your scorching touches burned his flesh like molten caramel. A painful, luscious torture.

“You’re so beautiful,” you uttered. Your gaze met his and you flashed him a naughty smile. He could see the craving in your eyes, as if he were a chocolate filled with caramel that you were about to devour.

And yes, you would savor every bite.

His fingers brushed your temple as he tucked your hair behind your ear, but an unruly lock refused. He curled it around his finger, twiddling idly as he held your dull gaze. A fleeting touch was all he needed to send jolts of lust down your center. You were soaking wet with desire, desire for him. Your body ached to take him all.

You were like a tracker exploring his body for gold. Mapping his skin. Folding his arms beneath his head; he put up no resistance to the looting. He was all yours.

Your incessant hands descended, stroking that masculine V, that pointed down to what you cherished the most, disappearing under his briefs. His head lulled from side to side, as he hummed, his eyes sketching your features. When Levi felt your fingers anchored in the elastic, he lifted his hips, and with one swift movement, you tugged his bottoms down. Whisking his thick, solid thighs, you continued slipping off that meddlesome piece of fabric. Once tangled at his feet, he kicked it off the bed.

His beautiful cock bounced free from its confinements, the pinkish, throbbing head skimming lightly on his lower belly. With your thumb and your forefinger, you peel down the supple skin that encased his hardness, eliciting a breathy moan from him. The tip of your tongue lingers over your lips as you leaned closer to your trophy, planting a delicate kiss on the café-au-lait freckle-like spot beneath his shaft.

“I want to pamper this pretty cock.” You purred, nuzzling your cheek against his length, pressing gentle kisses on the base and his balls.

“You like– Ah!” A gasp meandered out of his mouth as you swept your tongue over the tip. “You like it that much, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm” Your mouth hovered the head, and you exhaled, letting your warm breath enfold him. Levi moaned, and his muscles clenched.

You wrapped your hand around it; glanced at him, then back at it, smirking. “It makes me happy,” You rubbed the glistening tip over your face, then moistened it with your tongue and prodded lightly the tiny hole with your thumb. The mattress sank between his legs as you settled your elbow, and you propped your head on your hand. “You’re just extra that comes with it.”

“And you’re a fucking hole with nice tits and pretty eyes.” He retorted, amusement tugging up one corner of his lips.

You blanked your eyes, and squeezed him tighter, tearing out a sweet moan from him. “You’re so romantic, Levi.” You blurted, shaking your head, and let go off him.

“Did I offend you, sweetheart? I try to be polite with you, but you make it difficult for me.” He reached out and ruffled your hair. You seized his hand and sat up, swinging a leg over his hips and straddled him, hunching forward until your breath fanned over his mouth. Your hands plunged onto the quilt on either side of his face.

“Now am I at fault?” You raised a brow.

His warm hand found your face, stroking fondly your cheek. “You make me go out of control,” he muttered.

“Don’t inhibit yourself, then.” You brushed your fingertips over his nose and traced the bridge up to his brows. Levi closed his eyes and you continued to draw his eyebrows, and cheeks, the curve of his lips and chin. He smiled and looked up at you.

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“Fucking you until you forget your name, and you’re dying for me. I want to look at your face as you come, and kiss you on the lips, dying for you.” His sultry voice rippled from your ears down to your core, unleashing a whirlwind of desire that swirled vehemently between your legs.

“You should be a poet.” Your breath whisked over his mouth, and you caught his lips in a honeyed, fugacious kiss.

“They’d cancelled me.”

“Romance is overrated. Getting fucked against the wall has its charm.”

“That suits me better.” He looked at you with a lopsided smile plastered on his face, casting that cheeky halo that made your stomach shrink. "If we could reincarnate into something, I'd like us to be cats, to spend seven lifetimes with you."

“You don’t even believe in that... but we could cuddle and purr, and eat until we get chubby, and fuck... and so on every day. That’d be a great life." Your lips traced a ticklish path of kisses along his jawline, nibbling on his earlobe; your agitated breathing reverberated in his ear, pricking up the tiny hairs on his nape. You assaulted his neck with caresses, nipping and sucking that spot that vibrated with his racing pulse, your teeth faintly sinking into his heated flesh; his breath whooshing out of his parted lips in staggered puffs.

You continued your way down, running your tongue on his collarbones, leaving wet kisses on his sternum and beset his nipples, assaulting one in your mouth while tweaking the other hardened, teeny bud between your fingers. You rolled your hips against him, your slick folds gliding smoothly over his length, dousing it in your arousal. Your clit rejoiced in the bristling friction his purplish throbbing veins educed, and all your blood surged hot through you, garnering in your aching nub, causing it to swell in need.

Between gasps and pants, a lewd moan wrung out of his lips, composing a harmonic melody with your own mellow sounds.

His eyes were shut; mouth slacked opened.

You crawled down, whining at the dwindling sensation, and kneeled between his legs.

His muscles quivered under your mouth as you strode down to his navel, a velvety billow of heat roiled throughout his core. You swept your tongue along the trail of hair that stretched from his pelvis, thwarting up to his belly button.

Through the drowsiness, his eyes drifted to you, and the mere image fetched an intense tingling in his lower belly.

“You’re all mine, Levi. All mine.” Your voice slurred amid smooching sounds as you peppered in kisses his inner thighs. “I’ll gouge out the eyes of any whore who stares hungrily at you.”

A feeble chuckle fell from his lips, and your ravenous eyes bumped into his.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

“And you’re so fuckable.” You planted a peck in the middle of his balls. “See, I’m romantic too.”

Hovering over him, your mouth grazed his as you fondled his glistening cock with firm, tight strokes, and an antsy moan enmeshed in the kiss. “I’ll milk you dry, honeybun.” You spat on him, the wad of saliva coated his parted lips, and you wiped it off with your thumb.

“You nasty little slut.” His voice slipped coarse, scraping your mouth. His hand sneaked behind your neck, and dragged you toward him, abrading your lips in a rough and messy, teeth-clinking kiss. Struggling to breathe, you tightened your grip around his length, and next second, you were free.

Panting, you watched him through the daze, and smirked, then leaned forward, scattering kisses on his flexing biceps as he tucked his arms under his head. More and more caresses were stamped on his abdomen.

Again, you settled between his legs and bent over, taking him all in a single, resolved blow. His legs tensed, and his toes curled as bolts of ecstasy crashed over him. He watched his cock slide in and out your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around it. You worshiped him with every bob of your head, showing how hungry you were for him. You hummed and hollowed your cheeks, sending shivers down his shaft, dashing through his legs. Hissing, his head turned to the side, squeezing his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling wildly, and his fingers dug into the sheets, color draining off his knuckles. You gagged as the tip of his dick poked the back of your throat.

With one hand you massaged his testicles, the right one slightly larger than the other, and they tightened up to his body. His hips jiggled violently, foreboding his peak, and you pressed a finger beneath his ball sack, bobbing your head faster, taking him to the moon.

“Shitfuckshitfuck...” His legs parted wider instinctively and his head tipped back, his Adam’s apple in full display, as a raw grunt wrenched out of his chest. His hips jostled in rhythm with the strands of his seed spurting into your mouth. Dented lines drew along his outer thighs.

You let his cock pop out of your mouth and found his murky eyes boring back to you. You swiped off the bead of cum that peeked out from the corner of your lips, and brushed it off with your tongue. You wouldn’t waste a single drop.

His hair clung to his burnished forehead, tiny puffs of air whizzed off his dewy lips, his cheeks swollen in a glow pink.

Clambering over him, you stole a kiss from his worn out, trembling lips, and without warning, your clenching pussy swallowed him in one, pitiless swoop. His harsh cry pierced in the room, weaving with your moans.

“Fuck Y/N! What the–” A stifled cry dangled from his lips as you rode his oversensitive cock, splaying your hands over his chest.

“I’ll be gentler this time.”

His length disappeared and reappeared between your legs. “C’mere.” You mumbled and grabbed his wrists to pull him up. “I wanna kiss you while we make love.” Your mouths met again in an intimate, searing, passionate kiss. Your arms draped around his neck, and his hands settled on your hips, dipping his fingers in the tender flesh, keeping that steady, sensual pace.

You sucked him to the base, his balls bumping against your ass and his prickling hairs tickled your smooth cleft. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his soft gasps melting in your skin as he relished in the swaddling warmth. You were taking him so well, your bodies perfectly crafted for each other, and the light tingles of pleasure, soon grew into a thunderstorm, tearing apart every tinge of sanity left in you. Your gummy walls fluttered around him as he thrust from under you, and you imbibed all his dense, warm load.

Breathing hard, you rested your forehead on his as you both rode down from your peaks. “Levi...” You rubbed your nose on his cheek, your eyes half opened. Your bodies quenched the thirst in each other’s sweat.

“Love you...” Your voice caressed his temple as you smother his face in nonstop kisses. If you could eat him in kisses, there would be no trace of him left.

“Love you too, he said, cupping your face in his hands. He gnaws on your bottom lip, pulling and releasing, and coming back for it.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I trust you.”

You scanned his face for any hint of regret. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

Levi had always been the dominant one in the relationship, and you love it when he takes control. He’s a great lover, and when he comes to you, his appetite is sometimes more that you can handle. It’s as if he carries along a limitless source of stamina, but you loved it. Who else could make you come more than six times in one night? Sometimes a few more rounds before your body waves the white flag.

When you cautiously suggested the idea, aversion and reluctance crept across his eyes. You dropped the topic for a while until he picked it up one of his sleepless nights. You were quietly sleeping by his side as his eyes were stuck on the ceiling, his fingers tapping his sternum when he it spewed of his mouth.

Lulled into a state of drowsiness, you smiled, curling up against his frame, and planted a peck on his cheek. He had avoided it for a long time because of the vulnerability it requires and the feeling of being submissive; on the other hand, he didn’t want to deny himself the fervid intimacy and the intense sensations that this practice could entail.

As you fetched the lube from the nightstand drawer, Levi lay on his side leaving in plain sight the rippled muscles on his back, the strap bruises and the scars etched in his skin. He had to be illegal.

You sat on your knees behind him and leaned forward, delineating the outline of his ear. “Breath in and relax,” you crooned, embracing him by the fruity tone of your voice.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, and sliding your hand under his thigh, you brought his leg toward his chest. You were also consumed by nerves. You had visited the medical aisle of Trost's main library, as well as the +18 section, a dark corner that stored the bawdiest secrets of humanity, and very well preserved indeed.

You would cut your hand off if you hurt him.

A good wad of lube squirted onto your palm, and you smeared it over your index and middle fingers and let them drift down, stroking along the perineum, experimenting with different paces and pressures, swirling around the most private spot. Levi flinch and let out a jittery sigh of pleasure and surprise as you began to slide your forefinger in his interior. His body tensed up and you stopped at the first knuckle. Your idle hand gently rocked his half-hardened length, that soon after, began to swell in your clasp. “Let me know if I do anything wrong.”

Levi closed his eyes, and nestled his face deeper into the downy pillow. “You won’t.” He breathed and his voice was suffocated on the cotton weave. “Go slow.” He adjusted and relaxed, and you took him to the middle knuckle, halting when he groaned. Heaving and sweating and trembling. You granted him a few minutes to adapt. It didn’t take long to find the swollen fleshy tissue and started to shift from curling your finger in a ‘come here’ motion to drawing little circles, working each lobe, and changing the pressure and speed, wringing out a string of gasps and moans of him.

He turned his face by a fraction seeking air. “Y/N! Oh Fu–” he chanted, unable to put more than two words together. Panting and squirming under your touch, he clamped his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

You continued jabbing his prostate, pumping his reddened length at the same time, pulsing veins at full display.

Babbling nonsense, and eyes rolled into the back of his head, a thread of saliva dripped out of his parted lips, smearing on his cheek. A chuckled fell from your mouth at the mess he was causing.

He was shuddering, no, convulsing involuntarily. A thin, milky fluid oozed out from his cockhead, accompanied by a delightful tingling on his hole. The sheets slithered through his fingers as the lightning sensation pierced frenziedly through him from head to toe, his heart battering between his chest and back, threatening to breach his ribcage. A cry wreathed in euphoria deluged the room.

You eased your finger free and lay down behind him, your breasts pressed on his back, and wrapped your arm around him, leaving kisses on the back of his head. Dizzy for a long minute afterward, he breathed himself out slowly coming down from the unparalleled, internal explosion of pleasure.

“Are you alright?” He felt your fingers skimming lightly over his abs, your voice fanning against his temple.

He hummed in response, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers.

“We could try again another time. If you want to.” You murmured.

“Yeah...”

You flung the covers and cocooned under the blankets.

“I love you, Levi.”

An ‘I love you, too.’ coiled in the tip of his tongue.

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: SMUT, fluff, morning sex, MDNI

wc: 953

"Morning." A breathy moan drips from your lips as you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. The first images of the day unravel in front of you. The morning sun slants through the venetian blinds, drawing a piano of light on the floor.

You try to get out of bed but a pair of strong arms hold you prisoner.

"Stay." Levi's raspy voice fans against your ear.

You roll over onto the other side to look at him and he greets you with a kiss. No, more like a peck on the lips. He still doesn't deign to let the light caress his eyes. You watch him for a while, letting your eyes wander over his eyebrows and eyelashes, his eyelids, the dark circles under his eyes, his thin nose and his lips. A smile blooms on your mouth and you are tempted to stroke his cheek. Tiny circles ghost on his warm skin.

"It's Tues–"

He shuts you up with his mouth and tugs you until there is no more space between the two of you. The strap of your pajamas slides down your shoulder and a rebellious boob sneaks out of the side of your nightwear. You pull apart from the kiss, and instinctively, your leg swings over his hips. You look at each other for a long time, drinking in each other's freshly awakened image while his meandering hand creeps under your satin gown and fondles your thigh.

And up it goes, and up it goes as a mischievous smile curves his lips, and he declares in his gaze all his intentions. His hand is patient, giving you enough time to decide if you want what he wants.

You bite your lip and the answer he's waiting for is in your eyes. His fingers whisk over your tender flesh, sliding over the crease where your legs fuse with your pelvis. You arch to ease his job and he tugs your panties to the side. With the other hand, he frees his erection; it's girthy and oozing, eager to kiss your cervix.

He smiles at you, looking at your unruly boob.

"We have no time to waste," he mutters and you nod.

In the mornings you like it like this, without foreplay, without so much anticipation. You hold each other's gaze as he begins to slide inside you, stopping and withdrawing after just having tasted you with the tip, repeating it again and again until you're all soaked and ready to take him in fully.

He smirks when he feels your juices coating him, and inch by inch, he enters you, your pussy stretching to embrace him in your warm moist.

His groans and your moans ravel in a melliflous harmony as he impales you and once he fills you to the brim, he stills.

Before he begins to move, you give yourselves in a full embrace, recreating the way you were molded, to then be separated and guided by the stars until your paths crossed in this life.

He rolls his hips, languidly first, increasing the pace as your walls clench around him, squeezing him as if your purpose is to imprison him. He is where he's supposed to be.

"Shit!" he grunts and hisses, sinking his teeth into his dewy bottom lip. "Fuck, stop that..."

"What?" you gibe, tightening your clasp around him, reveling in the delightful friction.

A spool of moans unreels off your mouth while your lover fucks you at a merciless pace. His fingertips grow roots in your hips, and every time your bodies meet, his crisp pubic hairs tickle your skin.

The room is dank with a concert of lewd noises, an orchestra without a conductor that still sounds in tune. Pants, whimpers, groans, bodies clashing and squelching sound of his groin meeting your pouting pussy.

"I won't stop until I fill you up," he grunts in your ear.

You tip your head backwards, staring at him with leaden eyes and parted mouth as little puffs of breath brush past your lustrous lips. A paltry hum falls off you; your mind turned off to let all your senses bask in the feast evoked by your needy flesh.

That if there are people in the nearby apartments listening to the brief but intense performance, you don't care anymore. They will surely file their complaints to the administration and others will die of envy.

A show not suitable for children under eighteen and traumatizing for some adults.

To gain more time before blowing out, he pulls out, leaving you for eternal seconds with an aching emptiness. He pushes you over, and now you're on your back; he slips off your panties and pushes your knees apart, wedging between your legs, and slams again into you.

"Levi!" you mewl, and your body writhes.

The bed headboard strikes against wall, the legs screech against the floor. Levi pants shamelessly, and you drown your moans and whines in his neck, nibbling on him to cushion so much pleasure. Your arms are tight around him, and you feel your orgasm recoiling in your core. Your pussy flutters around him and a few more pumps later sparks burst in your lower belly and behind your eyes; jolts of pleasure gush through you, from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes, flexing every muscle.

Seconds later, the whole building can hear Levi's profanities as he fills you up; his balls tighten up into his body; his hand wraps around your neck in a loosen grip. He continues pumping, with his eyes close and his nose scrunch up, making sure you take all his seed.

And suddenly, he halts and plops on top of you.

"Morning, Y/N."

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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EVENT'S MASTERLIST

⭐ You're safe with me - Only your eyes are made to read Levi's soul, only you can soothe the storm within him. TW: Fluff, a bit of angst. [WC: 1360]

⭐ Much better - While stargazing, ethanol clouds your judgment, and you and Levi end up saying things you might regret later. TW: Fuff. [WC: 1k]

⭐ You know where to find me - TW: Angst, Modern AU [WC: 2.5k]

⭐ Our names carved in the ring - TW: SMUT, MDNI. Soft, mawkish smut Oral(Fem!Receiving). Mentions of abusive relationship. [WC: 6K]

⭐It'd be a waste of good tea - TW: Fluff, depiction of injuries. [WC: 1500K]

⭐ Why do you keep pushing people away? - You had misunderstood him, or so you believed. But you can't no longer avoid him, Levi is impeled to face his own feelings and confess. - TW: Angst, hurt confort [ W.C: 1.2k]

⭐ A weak linger of chocolate - You can't see his face painted on the wall, but not because you hate him; you hate you can't drown the feelings you hold for him. But one day the wrangle is sealed in the tenderness of a kiss. TW: Enemies to lovers, fluff [W.C: 1.3k]

OMG you lovely apple pies!!! Thank you so much for this :') you guys spike the motivación I need to keep writing. This wouldn't be possible without you.

And...

in celebration of this blog reaching 1k followers, I'm holding a milestone event!!! (My very first event, indeed :3) So, from the list below, you'll pick and send me a prompt and I'll give them back in the form of drabbles.

Please, read the guidelines before sending a request.

I only write for Levi Ackerman since he's the only character I feel comfortable writing for;

You may choose maximum 2 prompts from the list, and they can either be from the same category or a mix. (e.g.: 1 + 10 or 42 + 50)

The drabbles will be up to 1000 words, though they could be longer if I'm riding an inspo wave;

You must be 18+ to send a prompt from the S.M.U.T list, and that being the case, I will not answer this kind of requests sent by anons or from ageless blogs.

The event is open until October 4th 2022

FLUFF

"Are you blushing? Disgusting"

"Is he really just a friend?" "Are you jealous?"

“I can't think straight with you!"

"Can I hug you?"

"Dance with me."

"You know I'm not like that."

“You shouldn’t hide that dimple.”

“Because of people like you shampoo bottles come with instructions.”

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

“Sometimes I wonder if you graduated kindergarten.”

“I don’t know whether to hit you or to kiss you.”

"Have you seen my hoodie?"

“I’d build you a palace.”

“I don’t bite. Not too much.”

“What I fear the most is to close my eyes and never see you again.”

“I can’t believe I’m in love with you.”

“Come here.”

“You’re safe with me.”

"Is it a date?" "If you want it to be a date."

“Tell me a story.”

“You’re like a bad case of lice. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I don’t want us to be that mawkish couple.” “I think we are already.”

“The blankets aren’t just yours!”

“I’m cold.”

“Do you even know how to do laundry?”

“We could go together… I mean, only if you want to.”

“When you're with me you don’t have to pretend.”

"When will you shut up and kiss me?"

ANGST

29. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” 30. "I know you still love me." 31. "Not everyone is going to hurt you." 32. "You deserve more." 33. "What do you mean by that?" 34. “Why do you keep pushing people away?”. 35. “No one deserves to be that lonely.” 36. "Don’t go. Don’t you dare leave me.” 37. “You broke my heart and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry’?” 38. “Mom asked about you again.” 39. “There was never an us.” 40. “He/she is using you. You can’t be that blind.” 41. “Make up your mind.” 42. “I’m getting married.” 43. “I thought I could get over you. You just prove me wrong.” 44. "You are more than one night stand."

SMUT

45.“The only way you’re getting off tonight is on my thigh.” 46. “You make a sound and it’s all over.” 47. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?” 48. “Can he make you feel this good?” 49. “You deserve no less than this.” 50. “Leave before we wake up regretting this.” 51. “Don’t pull away.” 52. "I didn't know you were so sensitive?" 53. "Don't leave any marks."

Once again, thank you so much!!!!!!🥹

#Levi ackerman #Milestone event

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