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levmada · 2 days
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Levi Ackerman in every universe
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suukee · 1 day
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other half 彡 levi ackerman
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» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)
» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.
» word count ⋆ 1070
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Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.
That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.
His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.
The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.
Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.
Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.
Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.
They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.
Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.
You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.
His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.
Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.
You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.
He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.
Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.
At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.
He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.
Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?
Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.
He can’t.
Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.
Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.
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ellafushiguro · 3 days
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I’m tired of Levi not being real irl
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abiiiiackerman · 8 hours
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Teacher Levi x Student reader
Your obsession with Professor Ackerman wasn't a secret thing between your friends. You liked him even though he was strict, cold, rude, and intimidating. You keep talking about him to your friends so much that being annoyed, they have now started to call you Mrs. Ackerman. Not like you hated that.... Whether it gave you pleasure.
You have always wondered if he has a girlfriend? Or does he keep a mistress? What type of woman does he like? Tall with big boobs and asses? Experienced? Or short innocent girls? Is he a virgin or experienced? A bottom or top? How would his body look under his shirt? Is he big? How many women have tasted those full lips of his?
And now as you're sitting in his office, feeling nervous as ever. You wonder why he called you. You have never disobeyed any rules in his class... Or skip any homework or even fail in the exams. You were an average student and always was a good girl in his class. As the door slides open again and Levi enters your throat goes dry looking at his handsome features.
Levi walks into his office, closing the door behind him. The moment he walks in, you feel your heart start to pound and your stomach flip-flop. You couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His appearance was striking, with his sharp features and broad shoulders. He had a commanding presence, exuding an air of authority and dominance. You couldn't help but feel nervous and overwhelmed while in his presence. As usual, his voice sounds deep and rough as he speaks. His tone is serious and stoic.
"I'm sure you've been wondering why I asked you here today."
You nod. "Yes sir, why have you called me?'
He undoes his tie and the collar bottom of his shirt as he speaks again in a serious and a rigid tone.
"You're a good student. You're well-behaved, you always do your homework, and you do well on your exams."
You look at him, feeling your nervousness fading away a bit. But when he undoes his tie and bottom you look away from him because more he'll reveal his skin to you.... The more you'll fall for him, The more you'll want him.
"I'm glad you think so, sir."
You say in a formal voice as you nervously give him your usual smile.
He notices your reaction and can't help but feel amused. He slowly unbuttons his next bottom and lowers the AC's temperature as he speaks in his rough voice again.
"Everyone has their own dark fantasies no matter how good they are or shows how well behaved they are, don't you agree?"
You take a look at him and notice his neck. You want to kiss, suck and bite on that skin so hard.... You're so glad he turned down the AC's temperature. Because you're feeling so damn hot. But then remembering that he has asked you a question, you nod and reply in a formal tone.
"Yes sir.... Everyone has their own fantasies."
Levi sees the hunger in your eyes as you stare at his neck. He likes the way you look at him, as if you are admiring him. He lowers the AC's temperature again as he continues to speak in his rough voice.
"Everyone has their own fantasies, that's true, but not everyone acts on them. How good are you at keeping secrets?"
I smile as he asks me that. I reply proudly.
"That's probably the only thing about myself I can flex about"
Levi leans back in his chair as he sees your confidence. He notices the way your body reacts to the cold air, and he can't help but feel even more amused. He looks into your eyes and seems to notice the way you're looking at him.
"The fact is, you've always been a good behaved student, and to be honest, I've always kind of liked you."
Levi pauses for a moment, observing your reaction to his words. When you remain silent, he decides to continue speaking.
"You know how some students always try to flirt and cheat and get on the good books of their teachers? But you never did such things, nor do I think that you could ever do anything like that. But now... now I want to take you for myself."
You feel like tearing up in happiness and jump on his lap and kiss him until both of you are breathless. But you keep yourself calm as you ask in a soft voice and look at him pleadingly.
"Sir? Can I?"
I look at his hand which is resting on the table.
"Can I hold your hand?"
Levi gives you a solemn nod, his eyes piercing through yours.
"Go ahead."
He holds out his hand for you to take. You take his hand, and the moment your hands touch, a wave of sensation and warmth floods your body. You can feel his rough fingers intertwined with yours as he holds your hand tightly, not allowing you to let go.
You smile, looking at the intertwined hands of you two.
"It's gonna be a problem if we date, is not it? The last thing I want in this world to be a bother to you."
You say, looking at him worriedly as your grip on his hand tightened.
"I really do like you a lot."
You confess softly and look at him smiling as you eyes tears up.
Levi gaze softens as he sees the worry in your eyes. He squeezes your hand tighter, as if he was trying to reassure you.
"It won't be a problem for me.... I don't care what others think, if that's what you're worried about. I like you too, and I want to take this further."
He leans forward slightly, his gray eyes piercing into yours. The tension between the both of you becomes palpable as the space between your bodies shrinks when he pushes the table aside which was the only obstacle between you two.
You close your eyes as your grip on his hand tightened due to the anticipation you were feeling. Your heart starts to beat loudly and your breath was shallow as you tilted your head forward, waiting for him to meet you halfway. You were inches away from his lips. The moment he sees you tilt your head close to his mouth, he takes the initiative and pulls you to his body, pressing his lips against yours. His kiss is firm and forceful, and his hands hold your body tightly. His tongue probes your mouth, exploring every crevice and curve as he ravishes you with his desires. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him hard, and your bodies pressed so closely together that you can feel every vein and bump of his muscles as he kisses you with raw lust and passion.
Levi breaks the kiss as you moan indicating that you need air and looks into your eyes. Your hearts are beating wildly as you both pant, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath. His hands slip down your back, down to your hips, as he pulls you closer to his body.
"You're mine now," he whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse with desire. You smile shyly.
"I was always yours."
You smile looking into his eyes and caress his cheek as you speak softly.
"Well.... It's just one more year until we can date openly."
"There's no way I'm waiting another year..."
Levi says roughly as he kisses you again, this time even deeper and more passionate than before, and your lips press together in a heated embrace. Your bodies are pressed against one another, and your thighs rub together as the two of you let out an audible moan.
Levi breaks the kiss again and looks at you with hunger still in his eyes as he whispers in your ear again.
"We're not going to have any secrets between us. You're mine now, and everyone is going to know it. I don't give a shit about the student-teacher relationship.... You're mine."
Levi takes your hand and draws you back in for another passionate kiss. Your hands roam over the muscles of his body, and you begin to slip your tongue into his mouth, feeling his warm and moist lips as they lock against yours. You moan na forcefully push him away breathing heavily.
"Not here.... I need a bed."
You say breathing heavily as Levi brushes your hair and tug them behind you ear.
"My house, now!"
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levi fucking "spends post-war free time handing out candy to kids" ackerman
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kenm4vhs · 6 months
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POST WAR!LEVI ACKERMAN YOU’LL ALWAYS BE THE PRETTIEST
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romantichomicide95 · 5 months
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❤︎ GREY SHIRT LEVI SUPREMACY ⨾ perfection
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minami-ff · 5 months
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I Want My Kids to Have Your Eyes
Levi x Reader (fluff, sfw)
what a bold thing to say to your captain.
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Moonlight hung over the hill like a comforting blanket as you both reclined an arm’s length apart on the soft grass beneath, bodies sinking into the earth. The day had been relentless, a gruelling mission that tested every ounce of strength. Now, in the quiet aftermath, you two found solace gazing upward at the summit’s view, shimmering like scattered diamonds against the canvas of the night sky.
The shared stillness remained comfortable, before you posed a soft interruption to the quietude, "Captain, do you ever think about your future?"
Levi's eyes briefly left the constellations above, attention shifting to you. "Yes, it usually ranges from the next second to the next few months. Which area of land outside the walls to explore, how defensive operations should alter for the next month, which day certain intelligen-”
“Captain-” You interrupted, then hesitated, the vulnerability of the topic making your heart race. "I meant a peaceful future, like having a family, kids?"
Levi's brow furrowed slightly. The thought of it was unfamiliar, impossible. "In this war? That’s far-fetched," he remarked, gaze returning to the stars.
A subtle smile grew on your lips as scenarios played at the back of your mind. "I know, of course, but don’t you ever imagine it? A life after the war, a future where Titans are just stories we tell our children." Levi's expression softened, a fleeting hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
"Like sometimes I think if I had children, I’d take them to play by the oceans, make adorable lunch sets," you continued, "how beautiful they would look if they had your eyes…" Embarrassment started flushing up as you realised you rambled on way too far.
His eyes widened imperceptibly, caught completely off guard by your comment.
"WAIT, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean having them with YOU, of course... definitely not…" You trailed off, a splash of pink painfully obvious on your cheeks. Get yourself together y/n, what on earth are you saying to your captain?
“Ouch.” A flicker of disappointment crossed his features. Levi cleared his throat, seemingly caught in the unexpected turn of the conversation. "Well aren’t you very in objection to that idea." he snickered, hiding a trace of sorrow beneath his face.
“Nevermind, I’m sorry, please forget what I said." You apologised in the tense atmosphere.
But Levi didn't dismiss it. Instead, his mind seemingly remained lost in contemplation. "How will your children have my eyes, if they don't have my genetics?" Determined to disprove your faulty reasoning.
You chuckled nervously, "I just mean I hope they’ll be a pretty colour, and delicate shape, like yours."
Levi displayed a rare vulnerability in his expression. He had never given thought to the aesthetic of his eyes; they were simply a part of him, a feature he never considered noteworthy. This was the first time he had received a compliment about them, and it left him momentarily speechless.
"At this rate, my most optimistic guesstimate is that I’ll be slaying titans till I’m 60." You broke the awkwardness joking, "in that case I might not be able to have kids, doubt any man would still take my crinkled self on a date anyway."
"Why not?" Levi replied seriously, his voice a soft echo in the tranquil night. "I won't be even a tiny bit surprised if you're still this beautiful at 85."
A blood-bathed blush adorned your complexion, stomach filling with butterflies and warmth, brain connections zapping around - wondering if he really thought that way, or,
“you’re just saying that.”
Levi sighed, “in all your years of knowing me, when have I ever felt obliged to tell a white lie, Comrade?”
"Right…” You muttered, with all sorts of thoughts doing laps beneath your skull, trying to continue the conversation as level-headed as possible. “Perhaps I'll meet my first love at 99,” a giggle escaping your breath as you joked.
Unexpectedly, Levi's response carried a weight that belied the casual banter. "Well. I think people can be in love without being in a formal relationship. You could easily have your first love now."
Your gaze laid upon his side profile, slightly puzzled by his logic, "but how can you be in love with someone without holding hands, saying mushy things, and all that?"
His head turned towards you, a moment of silence filling the air with eyes drilling into yours, revealing a sincerity that tugged at your heart. "I definitely can."
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kikarouflames · 11 days
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Having a bad day? Take a look at Levi kicking in low quality
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Did it make your day better?
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levitiquee · 5 months
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“Daaa-ddy.”
Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.
“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”
She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.
Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.
“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”
She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.
Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?
So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.
Like his.
Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.
But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.
And her smile, that came from you.
She was his. Yours. Theirs.
A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.
It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.
And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.
That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.
It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.
It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.
His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.
“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”
“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”
“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”
He only lets out a small hum in response.
"Will I be as strong as you one day?"
"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.
“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”
“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.
Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?
But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.
She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.
“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.
“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”
Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.
“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.
“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.
‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”
Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”
“Yes.”
Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.
Well damn.
Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.
“Levi, I can–” You start.
“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.
It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.
"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.
It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.
“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.
“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.
She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”
Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.
“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.
You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.
Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.
“So.” You said.
“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.
“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"
He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''
"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.
“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”
“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.
“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”
You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.
“I won’t.”
You blinked, turning your expression sadder.
Levi gives up.
“C’mere.” He sighs.
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immanime · 4 months
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Attack on Titan Clear File (HQ)
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levmada · 2 days
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he’s so cute. a cutie patootie even
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seredelgi · 14 days
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no bc I get so fucking pissed at how hot he is like... what's the point?
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ellafushiguro · 1 day
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Views😏😛
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abiiiiackerman · 14 hours
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The captain, being a yandere
Levi's hand slides from your side to your chin, his thumb tracing over your lips as his stare narrows. He lets his words drip like honey over your ear, almost whispering it to you.
"Mine to touch, and mine to kiss. Mine to hold, mine to cuddle. Mine to possess, mine to protect. Mine, mine, mine...."
You smile happily as he starts to act like a yandere. You love it.... You crave it....
"Then claim me as yours."
You say sliding your hand to his chest to his abs. Levi catches your hand before it can make its way further down, his grip on your wrist firm and not leaving any room for you to break free. One of his fingers traces the side of your palm, drawing circles around it before he speaks against your ear. He lets the words roll off his tongue.
"That hand is mine to claim as well. No one, not one person will touch it, not one person will have permission to feel its warmth but me. Not one person will be able to gaze upon it except for me."
You smile and look at him with those eyes of yours which are shining with love.
"Please don't speak like this.... You're making me horny....."
You joke but his eyes darkens. He looks at you with those intense eyes of him that sends shivers down to your spine. His grip on your hand tightened as he speaks in a possessive tone which has a rough aggression in them.
"Mine. Everything about you is mine. Not one inch of your body is free for someone else to touch. Your hand, your lips, your arms, your legs, your hair, your heart, your breath, everything is mine. Everything is for my eyes and my eyes alone. You are my darling, and I am your captain. There is nothing that is yours that isn't also mine until the end of time. There is no escape. Now do you understand?"
You feel your body trembling with desire. You breathe heavily and make circles on his palms with your thumbs.
"Aren't your things mine too? It's not fair if only my things are yours"
He releases your hands and dug his elbows on the bed of either side of you, stangeling you. His hot breath caresses your ear as he speaks in a lustful voice, which is carrying love and desire in it.
"Yes, you're right. Every part of me is yours, and yours alone. No one else ever has a chance to get close enough to lay a single finger on any part of me, except for you. I am yours, and you are mine. That is the way it's always been and the way it always will be."
As his teeth tugs your earlobe, you gasp and grip his shirt. And as his tongue touches your neck, making circles there..... You lose all of your controls.
"Fuck marriage.... I'm gonna have sex with you right now."
You say bluntly and press your lips against his, hungrily.
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i'm cRYING DONT TOUCH ME
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