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"Why Not You?"
Kinda like this, kinda don't. I'm posting regardless.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Black!fem!OC (can be platonic or romantic)
Warning: Cursing. Mentions of death. Acceptance of the void. Vague end of the world talk.
Finding a quiet place to rest was harder than Tiny thought it would be. Her juniors ran back and forth, calling out to each other and drunk off cheap booze. Envy filled her bones every time she saw someone holding hands or dragging someone along before she released that feeling. It’s not their fault. It wasn’t her fault. Life just worked like that.
Tiny stumbled into the corner by accident. Broken bottles and wet newspaper on cobblestone streets made it difficult for her boots to find traction. The corner looked as good as a resting spot as any other. The thickness of her green cloak kept her body heat from seeping into the cold bricks against her back. Tiny sighed. Tomorrow would soon arrive. And with it, her highly probable demise. There was a chance that humanity might survive. That she may survive. But she didn’t like getting her hopes up, it hurt too much to proved wrong and fucked over.
Hope is how she ended up in this bullshit.
Taking a swig from a flask she kept on her, the woman reveled in the burn traveling down her throat. Alcohol has never tasted better, in her opinion, than right now in a dingy corner, waiting for the world to cave in.
“Should have known you’d find somewhere to drink yourself to death.” The words only encouraged Tiny to take another gulp, droplets escaping by the corner of her lips and trailing down her chin. “Fucking disgusting.”
“Hello to you too, Levi. How nice of you to check on me.” Her words were like her blades, dull and easy to ignore. Levi stared her down with a blank face. “Were you lonely? Too old to hang with the youngins so you had to find the nearest person with arthritis?”
Levi only leaned against the wall next to her, snatching her flask with his honed muscles and dumping it on the wet cobblestone.
“Little bitch.” Tiny muttered. Her eyes already had a glassy look to them, making her look otherworldly to Levi with the way her pupils seemed to absorb the moonlight. Clumsy footsteps passed the pair in the open streets, the sound of youth and chaos bouncing off the stone buildings. “If I can’t drink now, when can I?”
“After we survive.”
“If we survive.” Soft lips corrected. “Tomorrow’s not promised. I should be able to drink myself to death before then.” Tiny reached up and yanked the ribbon holding her hair in a bun out, freeing her thick hair. “I deserve that much.”
“You’re an idiot.” More footsteps passed by. The silence of their corner felt out of place in a place like this, on a night like this. People were in the streets, shouting and jeering. Parents of young children had already shut their doors for the night and blew out the lanterns outside their homes. Levi imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by a family on a night like this.
“Well, I’m still thirsty. Let's go to the kitchen and make some tea.” He snapped out of his wondering by the movement of the woman next to him. A brown hand clasped onto his forearm tight, dragging him out into the busy street. His gaze stayed on the curly-haired woman in front of him, carving a path through chaos, unknowingly bringing up old memories of her on the battlefield, doing the same thing.
They arrived at the communal kitchen and found it ransacked. Cabinets and drawers were left wide open and empty, food packages littered counter space, and covered wooden floors. Levi scrunched his nose at the mess, already turning to the door to berate his juniors.
“Let it go,” Tiny ordered him, not caring one way or the other if he listened to her. Her boots kicked away debris as she glided to the one untouched spot in the kitchen. “No one touched your tea. Even on the last day of earth, no one was brave enough to touch your shit.”
“I’m honored.” Tiny hummed, calloused fingers busy picking out the leaves she wanted to steep. Levi shoved her out the way, her thighs collided with open cabinet doors. The curse she let out didn’t bother the short man. “Don’t touch my shit. Sit down or something.”
Levi had prepared a pot in silence, bringing the kettle over to the table where she decided to sit. The cups didn’t match but Tiny didn’t care. Without tasting the beverage she drizzled honey into her cup. Levi sneered. They drank in silence.
Cold eyes stared the woman down. Her body was covered head to toe in uniform, but he could see through the fabric and view the healed wounds he knew she had. Her lips and eyebrow were the only visible flesh marred with scars. Even then, they were faint, caused by razor-sharp blades that didn’t dig too deep into her skin.
“Stop staring,” Tiny grumbled as she placed her empty cup down. “Unless you’re going to confess your undying love to me right before we die tomorrow, stop staring. It's weird.”
“Fine.” His eyes didn’t move and she didn’t mention it. Pouring another cup of tea, Tiny held the rim of her cup up to her mouth.
“You think I’m being dramatic?” He shook his head, and shifted his gaze to the door, on the other side ruckus was being made and property becoming destroyed.
“It’s more than likely we’ll die tomorrow, you’re preparing for that outcome.” Tiny cocked her head to the side, a dreary smile on her face.
“Why are you here, Levi? Why are you sitting with me? Hange, Erwin, those brats. You could be with them or by yourself. Why me? We haven’t spoken in months.”
“Why not you?” Tiny went back to drinking her tea, done with her questions. He didn’t react to the hand she placed on top of his, nor the tears rimming her eyes. In the candlelight, the dark green of their cloaks complimented her skin tone.
Tiny sipped her tea and reflected on her life. Her highs and lows. The people she’s lost trying to survive in their cruel reality. She believed she was ready to die, ready to embrace the end. Living felt exhausting, every day she woke up, Tiny prayed to the gods for a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep breathing. When she glanced at Levi, it felt like she had been given an answer.
“We should get some sleep. Old hags like us need all the rest we can get if we’re going to survive the apocalypse.” Levi agreed and rose out of his chair to clean the kettle and put away the dishes. He felt the eyes of Tiny stare him down as he moved. She made no hint to help. Just watched. When He put the last cup away, a hand was there to tug him along. Always tugging him, always leading him into the unknown.
They passed by occupied rooms, the sound of skin smacking together and false promises being made filling the silence. Tiny arrived at his door where she dug into his jacket pocket for the key. “We can sleep together. I know how cold you get. You’ve probably been shivering for the last few months without me.”
“Change your clothes. I don’t want city grime in my bed.” Tiny smirked and followed his request. Two bodies were wrapped in a blanket and smushed on the bed.
“Goodnight Levi, See you on the other side.” Her hand found his and her worry faded to the background. Not gone, just light enough to not weigh her down as she slept. She decided that she could die like this. In the bed with Levi, full of booze and tea.
“Night, Tiny” Their breathing slowed but the noise outside did not lessen. The two found peace in the night, accepting that whatever would happen, would happen regardless if they stayed up or laid down.
Then the world caved in.
Boss.
Inspired by: Just a neighbor by @ clumsy-jiminie.
Notes: There will be a prelude, ya'll know I like to work backwards. I haven't been inspired to write for so long, I'm so excited rn.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny
Rating: R | Minors DNI
Warnings: infidelity, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, cuckolding(?) cigarettes
The sound of mattress springs creaking and a woman’s moans reaching a crescendo is what greeted Rod Reiss home after a long day at the office. The kitchen light Tiny usually left above the dining table to spotlight his cold dinner was out, blanketing the room in darkness and the ominous smell of cooked pork. Placing his briefcase down in the foyer, Rod rubbed his crinkled hands along the side of his weary face.
Above him, the creaking of the mattress lost its rhythm as a man grunted his wife’s name over and over.
It’s been a long day.
Rod took his time, palming the wall for the light switch and removing the foil cover of his late dinner. The sound of cutlery connecting with the expensive white china Tiny insisted he buy in the first year of their union was the only noise breaking up the long stretches of silence. After ten minutes of filling his gut, the undeniable smell of tobacco wafted through the long halls of the house, intruding into every room and sinking into every crevice.
Tiny must be knocked out by now.
Heavy boots made no attempt to conceal the even-paced steps traveling down the spiral staircase, the scent of cheaply harvested tobacco drawing closer.
The muscles in his neck spasmed as Rod tried to suppress the instinct to cower. The presence of his wife’s lover will forever make his stomach turn.
“I thought I heard the door earlier.” If Levi picked up on the unease his presence brought in, he didn’t let it show. Rod watched the younger man with envy as he strutted around the kitchen, in the house his hard-earned money paid for, fiddling around the stocked jars and baskets for a post-coitus snack, cigarette hanging loosely between two fingers.
“Such a shame you weren’t here when she cooked it. Pork is always best served hot.”
The knife in his Rod’s hand nearly snapped from the tight hold it was under. For a second, Rod wondered what the utensil would look like submerged in the meat of Levi’s neck. Would the silver of the metal look as good as he imagined if it was stained red with blood instead of the clear juices from the cut of meat?
“I don’t think Tiny will have the energy to walk to your marriage bed tonight, I really wore her out. Which is good for you, she’s always in a better mode after a good fuck.” This time, Levi spared his employer a coy smile, one cheek puffed out to make room for the buttered roll he decided on.
The knife clanged against the porcelain, the plate could break for all Rod cared. His stomach recoiled and revolted, unable to take any more of this farce of a civil conversation. He knew the young man only did this to get under his skin, skin that should be thick after the past year. It didn’t matter.
His pride couldn’t take it. It couldn’t bear the sight of the lowlife miscreant in his house, eating his food, fucking his wife, and gloating in front of his face with the smell of dried sweat and arousal clinging to his lean frame.
As if sensing the older man’s increasing ire, Levi stuffed the remains of his snack in his mouth.
“Goodnight, boss.” His steps slapped against the marble floor, up the stairs until he reached the room where Tiny slept, blissfully unaware of the maelstrom she was at the center of.
Rod left the dirty plate in the sink and took his time going up the stairs, following the steps of his junior, pausing briefly before the doorframe of Tiny’s personal room. The entrance was wide open, allowing Rod’s tired blue eyes to take in the sight.
The ebony stands of Levi’s hair were clutched tightly between Tiny’s fingers as his head nuzzled into the crevice between her plush thighs. There was no blanket to cover the supple flesh of Tiny’s breasts jutting into the air as her back arched off the silk-covered furniture.
The whines that dripped off her tongue called to him like a siren, his feet sinking into the floor until moving from the spot became impossible.
“Levi, Levi, Levi…” The name of another man filled his ears like wax. Her hips bucked as Levi dove deeper into her cunt, its wetness mixing with the saliva of his mouth to create a symphony of vulgarity.
“Ah, there baby. Mm…”
Levi’s hand moved in tandem with his mouth to work Tiny into a frenzy, plugging her hole with three long fingers with his tongue focusing on her swollen clit, showering it with all the attention it needed.
The room in his slacks decreased the longer Rod watched the two in the act. He had half a mind to sit down on the nearby chair inside the room. As he weighed the pros and cons of his options, Levi scattered kisses on his wife’s glistening brown skin, trailing from her core to her hipbone, up her soft stomach until his lips formed a suction around a pert nipple.
“Yes, Levi, yes!”
Finally, their lips smacked together as he drank in her wanton cries, all the while his fingers continued to plunge into her pussy. Tiny’s hands marked her lover’s shoulders and back, turning the alabaster skin red in the wake of her nails. One of her hands disappeared into the mess between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock by the way his body jolted.
“Fuck baby, You wanna get fucked? Need me to fill you up again? My fingers not good enough for your greedy pussy?” Tiny whimpered as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You know your husband is home now?”
“Aah,”
“Oh, but you don’t care do you? Still want me? I’ll teach him to not leave his little needy wife at home with the help.” Though strained with lust, Levi’s voice came out loud and clear as if he knew Rod had stopped at the door and was unable to look away. “Make a mess for me and I’ll fuck you ‘til you break.”
The gush of wetness leaving her hole was audible even with the increased volume of her cries. Levi’s mouth trailed her collarbone, his low tone talking her through the intense orgasm lighting up her nerves.
“Keep your eyes open, princess. M’not done with you.” Her head shifted as the waves of pleasure slowed down. Rod gulped, his focus captured by the sight of his wife lifeless on the bed. Her legs spread further on the mattress as Levi situated himself between them. “Hold your legs up, Tiny.”
Wordlessly, she followed his command, her palms cupping the back of her knees, securing her legs to her chest and out of the way for Levi.
“You listen so well to me,” He mumbled, providing imagery for Rod who could not see from outside the room. The smack of Levi’s flesh against her wet folds sent shivers down the older man’s spine, envy filling his bones as his employee prepared to take his wife for himself once more. “Bet you wouldn’t feel this good for your husband.”
“Levi, more!” At her plea, Levi moved like the tide, pushing and pulling himself through her depths, dragging out noises that were sure to follow Rod into his dreams that night. The muscles in his thighs and ass flexed as Levi worked, groans building in his throat and falling out haphazardly.
Their lips met again, strips of flesh melding together as he riled Tiny up with his touch. Their kiss broke and she took the opportunity to breathe in new air to her overworked lungs. The erection straining under his Rod’s layers of clothes became more painful the longer he watched the pair succumb to ecstasy. He grunted along with them, knees neat buckling as Tiny called out Levi’s name.
“Louder, let that pathetic fuck know who’s making his wife scream like this.” The slap of flesh became harsher, louder, less controlled as the cliff drew closer. Tiny’s husband watched on, too entranced to notice the quick glances thrown his way as he crossed the threshold.
By the time Levi tired, Rod had a growing stain on the front of his pants. The oppressive atmosphere lightened as Tiny returned to slumber, womb filled and head empty all thanks to Levi.
Said man had returned to the discarded cigarette he left in the ashtray, blowing smoke into the humid air. Ash stained the white silk sheets but he paid no mind to that.
“You had fun watching, boss?” Levi addressed around the stick hanging off his lip. He didn’t turn to look the man in the eye, already knowing a frowning face would be the response. When he didn’t hear the soles of Rod’s feet slap against the floor, Levi took another drag and held it.
Blue eyes met in the darkness, one clouded by the release of tobacco smoke. “Get some sleep, Boss. you got a long day tomorrow. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”
Boss: Prelude
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny
Rating: R | Minors DNI
Warnings: infidelity, cursing, sexual conversation
Part 1: Boss
Tiny began to hate her marriage after the first ten days.
She had low expectations walking into the marriage, as most young women do when they are arranged to marry men over twice their age for nothing but the financial gain of a coldhearted father. She was a pawn on a chessboard for a game that has been going on for longer than she’d been alive.
Whatever business her father and Rod Reiss had with one another had nothing to do with her personally, yet the rivalry influenced every sector of her life. Where she attended school, what she wore, how big her celebrations were, the type of car she had to drive, all decisions made by her father to one-up Rod Reiss.
The only good thing that came from the affluent version of a pissing contest was the strong bond she had with Historia, Rod Reiss’s youngest child, and Tiny’s oldest friend. Pre and post-wedding their friendship never wavered, both knowing the best way through this mess was bare it until the right moment came to make a run for it. The pair were so close to securing their independence when the marriage agreement slapped them in the face.
Then she met Levi.
Ask any of the men in her life, and they would all call him a lowly thing, only good for menial physical labor that their overfed and spoiled asses couldn’t dream of doing. But Tiny knew differently. She could see it in the way he accomplished any task asked of him with a gleam in his eye that could make the devil scream.
Suddenly her days in the Reiss Manor became bearable, armed with the knowledge that wherever she walked, Levi would be somewhere on the property with her, minding his business and completing his tasks. Tiny found her brain stalled several times a day after catching just a glimpse of his short yet powerful stature.
He worked with a small crew, a group of ten a most, all meandering the lot to accomplish individual tasks. The one time she saw them all together was during their lunch break, under the shade of a large oak tree. Eating their fill, the group would smoke and joke around, pushing each other and letting loose curses that they kept suppressed while working. Levi didn’t talk much, but when he did the rest of his crew would shut up to listen.
They didn’t talk about the Reiss’s all that much, or any rich folk for that matter. A throwaway remark here or there while telling a story, no names dropped but everyone seemed to understand who exactly was being discussed. Tiny was quick to catch on to the alias for Rod.
Boss.
Not particularly creative in the slightest except for how they all enunciated the ‘b’ in the word. Levi didn’t speak about Rod much, he left that for the youngins in his crew. He’d smoked his cigarette and let out a laugh or two as they cursed her husband for whatever grief he gave them.
The only person outside the crew Levi would talk about was her. It took Tiny a minute to figure out who they were referring to when they said that name.
Princess.
Tiny thought they were referring to Historia or the other Reiss women that frequented the manor, but the crew called them different variations of ‘miss’. She was princess, the way she found out was the day she went for a swim in the pool during the same time Connie had finished cleaning it out.
Later while getting the mail, she heard it.
“Saw princess today jump in the water, almost nutted in my shorts.”
“Lucky. Did you see her come out of it? I’d kill to see her dripping water.”
“I saw her get dressed one time in front of the window. Boss must not be fucking her because she didn’t have a mark on her.”
“You ever seen her in the gym? Way too much for Boss, no way he’s keeping up with her.”
The group continued to discuss her, unaware of her proximity. Talking over one another, only shutting up when Levi opened his mouth to share his opinion.
“If I had her, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed and walk around the house like she does.”
She took that statement and ran to the bank with it. Immediately called Historia and put a plan in motion. She started small.
Small, not subtle.
First, she had to bend the world to her will. It only took a couple of statements at the right time.
“Who cleaned the pool this time?”
“Levi, Mrs. Reiss.”
“Can you make sure he does it from now on, I’ve never seen it so clear?”
“Yes, Mrs. Reiss.”
“Thank you, Erwin. Please pass on my compliments.”
“Princess wants you to clean the pool from now on, Levi. Said it was the cleanest she ever saw it.”
“Course it is, I did it.”
“Maybe you keep that up and she’ll have you cleaning something else?”
Step one, complete.
Step two was to build a repertoire. Every three days, Levi would come to the pool to clean it. The first few times, she waved and gave a cheeky smile which he responded with a cool nod, acknowledging her as his Boss’s wife and nothing more. Tiny did her best to leave an impression, wearing the skimpiest thong bikinis in her arsenal. Taking the extra minute to exaggerate her exit from the pool, making sure her near nip slips were always in his eyesight.
Then she stepped it up with a pot of tea to share as the late fall heat finally cooled down to early winter temperature. As the outdoor pool went into hiding under the pool cover, the indoor pool became in more need of upkeep. Like clockwork, every week Levi would make the journey into the house to clean the indoor pool, unknowingly fueling Tiny’s fantasy as his upper body worked to clean the filters and maintain the water’s clearness.
“I don’t know if Erwin told you, but I just want to thank you for keeping the pool so clean. I heard you had a taste for tea, so I decided to make you a pot to thank you.”
Levi paused on his way out of the room, face blank as he took in the words. The smell of properly brewed earl grey filled his nostrils, his shoulders sagged as they released tension.
“Thank you, Mrs. Reiss.”
“Please, Mrs. Reiss was my predecessor. Call my Tiny.” She waited until he had a mouthful of tea to continue. “Or princess. “
Levi didn’t choke or spit out his tea, the quirk of his eyebrow was enough of a reaction to tell Tiny he knew she knew what the crew had been talking about during their lunches.
“Princess, huh? Are you sure you want me to call you that? Someone might get the wrong idea if they heard that."
“Or the right one.”
“Which would be?”
“That we’re fucking, Levi.”
“We aren’t.”
“That could change. If you want.”
OH MY LEVI IS SOOOOO- UGH I CAN'T
@romantichomicide95
Back to when we were together (Levi Ackerman x reader)
TW: Agnst😓, mention of blood
Reader is is in their late 20's, early 30's.
Being a cadet was always fun. You and Hange always talking and gossiping, talking to commander Erwin sometimes. Training with Mikasa, seeing Armin and Eren getting closer through the years the got on the scouts. Yeah.... The fact that you liked your captain was also fun. Hange knew. Of course. You clearly remember when he was injured and couldn't come to a mission with us.
"Remember what I've told you?" He asked. "Stick your landing or you'll be running laps all day when you come back!" Hange said sarcastically. "No." Annoying scoff came out of the humanity's strongest soldier. "If you don't kill at least one, then you'll be better for a titan food?" You didn't even bother to hear who said that. "I-no." "You'll never make it to my squad if you fight like an idiot! Armed yelled, but he quickly shut his mouth when Levi's cold gaze turned to him.
Hevi sighed.-Just come back in one piece. All of you!
Hange and i gave ourselves a look. We knew Levi cared about everyone even though he didn't show it...much. We got on our horses and started riding out of the wall. Yeah..we did come back in one piece. Thought i didn't stick every landing, buuut. I remember, how when we had to clean the castle and instead me and Hange started fighting with the brooms like some worries, and the captain came into the room. Yeah we did cleaned after all if you are wondering. How many times has the captain save out asses? Well 1,2,3,4,5-well a lot. During missions, getting us out of some punishment of the Military, when we forget to take something before a mission, when we are injured he comes to check up on us... Yeah Levi surely care about us even though he doesn't show it.
The most part was how much everyone could annoy him. Or at least that's what he said. Dragging him out of his office to gossip with us, putting on higher heels, so we could see how much taller we can be than him, making him play different kind of games and listen to everyone's stories late by the fire outside. It was really cold though, but again the captain told everyone to bring their capes, so we were fine.
Somehow taking care of Levi has always made mw happy too.. making him black tea while he is doing paperwork, telling him to go to sleep when he doesn't want to, stopping him from training when he was injured. Sometimes dealing with Eren, when he is too mad... sometimes. Making sure everything with him was alright always bringed me joy. And i wondered why, until i realised i had a deep crush on my captain. Well certainly was part of my plans. But what can i possibly do? It's not my fault our captain is so perfect is it? Of course i couldn't just keep that to myself so i told Hange- even though they almost told him on accident...twice, but it was really good to have someone to talk about that. They have always told me to tell him, but how do imagine that? I am sure that everything on my captain's mind is litterly the opposite. Still...we had some moments that had me thinking... When he helped me learn how to land my moves. When sometimes brang me a cup of tea when he made for himself too. When he offered to help me with my paperworks that i couldn't do.-well offer was a strong word. More of like a "how can you be so idiotic to not do this, give me". But does it matter how he says it? Every time he said "i hate you" and i responded with "nah you love me", he just scoffed and rolled his eyes instead of denying it. Not kicking me out when i wanted to be in the room where he reads. Trusting me to make him tea, exactly how he wants to.Those special, special little moments for me.And these moments sure got me thinking, but he IS the captain after all...he is supposed to help us...right? Even with this i still couldn't told him. Even if he liked me too what could have happened. Is it even allow to date him? What are gonna think the younger cadets? What if one us die on one mission? There is so much for him to think about, there is no point in giving him more pressure. But i could live like this. Not sharing my feelings towards him. Wanting him to be mine, but he isn't. Admiring him every time i see him. Taking care of him even when it was being "strange". I could told him one day. It wasn't like i was at the verge of death right? Wrong. This is exactly where i was. At the verge of d e a t h. I still couldn't believe it.
Me and the captain in the forest his sat on his legs. Me laying in his arms..... covered in blood. Raining.... Wind running through the trees' crowns. And Levi...well Levi is standing there looking down at me. Not saying a word. My vision is blurry. I am dying...Hah...Who would have guessed that'd be the way that I'll die? I wanted to speak. To tell him how much i care about him. To tell him how much i appreciate and respect him. To thank him for always being there. To tell him that i......love him. But i couldn't. I couldn't speak, i couldn't see, i couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. Amd it felt like he couldn't too. Because he didn't say anything either. I was barely seeing him. Every moment we had together was running through my head. Dying in your captain's arm? At least it sounds cool- i would say if i could. He knew there is no time and point in trying to save an already more than half death person. Well that was it.... Being a cadet was fun.
In this cold night Levi stranded there looking at the cader dying in his arms. Someone so precious to him. He knew there was no time and point in trying to save an already death person. He wanted to say how much he loved them, but it was too late. So in that moment Levi kissed them. Even if they didn't feel it. Even if they're breath was already taken. Even they would never know it. Even if they will never find out. He did it. A little late, but did it. He looked at his arm covered in blood and took of his cape, put it around them, and.....
🔥The Secret Compartment🔥
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“Oh come on, Erwin! I know you’re just as curious as I am!” Hanji whined, leaning with her palms flat against the Commander’s desk, her eyes shining behind her glasses.
“Hanji, it would be wrong,” Erwin said with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“Who cares about moral principles? Levi is out for a few hours, this would be the perfect time to do it! You know there won’t be another chance like this again soon, we need to take advantage of it and see exactly what he is hiding from us!”
Erwin met Hanji’s excited gaze, knowing she would not drop this until she got what she wanted. He sighed again, trying to fight off the headache that was forming against his skull. About a month ago, both Erwin and Hanji had noticed a locked drawer attached to Levi’s desk. The pair always knew that their friend was a private person, but it was the only drawer that had a lock on it. There was even one time when Hanji had burst into his office without knocking, only to see him quickly and violently slam the drawer shut with a glare in her direction. They had questioned him on it, only to be met with annoyed scowls and complaints about everyone sticking their noses into his business.
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This moment in the game is so beautiful 😭😭😭
Can you see how despite having in front of him the view of the beautiful and unreal ocean Levi is just there silently looking at Hange.
And before Hange calls him to show him the sea cucumber Levi turns his head
I feel like Levi was probably thinking how grateful he is that Hange is by his side.
I MISS THEM SO MUCH :')
💔
old war veterans used to marry young women from poor situations solely so their money went to someone who needed it when they died and frankly. that'd Levi coded to be
Levi's backstory in a nutshell:
-Levi has a best friend who is also his roomate (boyfriend)
-Levi adopted a street cat that is now levis sister (or more like his adopted child)
-They got a job offer but don't want it
-But still take it anyway (bad BAD decision for lil' levi)
-they need to go outside the walls to play with titans with the old commander and soon-to-be commander.
-levi left the playground to cheat
-his team mates out of the game (died ( Dramatic right? But predictable.))
-his friend ( boyfriend (just kidding)) out of the game (death)
-his sister (his adopted kid (not kidding)) out of the game (death)
-levi decidet to never cheat again in a game against anyone ever.
Honestly the manga was way better, I feel like it was quit rushed in the anime and they could have made it better (no hate) and show more of furlan and Isabel
Lowkey (highkey) need more of furlan seperatly from levi I love him.
Tags!! @viiper1
Thankyouuu
If you draw him please tage me ;)
Levi's backstory in a nutshell:
-Levi has a best friend who is also his roomate (boyfriend)
-Levi adopted a street cat that is now levis sister (or more like his adopted child)
-They got a job offer but don't want it
-But still take it anyway (bad BAD decision for lil' levi)
-they need to go outside the walls to play with titans with the old commander and soon-to-be commander.
-levi left the playground to cheat
-his team mates out of the game (died ( Dramatic right? But predictable.))
-his friend ( boyfriend (just kidding)) out of the game (death)
-his sister (his adopted kid (not kidding)) out of the game (death)
-levi decidet to never cheat again in a game against anyone ever.
Honestly the manga was way better, I feel like it was quit rushed in the anime and they could have made it better (no hate) and show more of furlan and Isabel
Lowkey (highkey) need more of furlan seperatly from levi I love him.
Tags!! @viiper1
I really obsess over Levi's hair soooo much. It looks so silky and fluffy. The perfect colour and length, just drop dead gorgeous.
I really obsess over Levi's grey shirt(you know the one). It looked so soft and hugged him just right. The collar wasn't too slutty but it's the kind that makes me wanna reach out and trace with my fingers. The broad shoulders, sculpted biceps, slender waist, thick thighs. Perfect combo to end me.
I really obsess over Levi's eyes. Those grey shimmering gemstones. Somewhat calm and steady, or strong and unyielding, sharp and focused. And my favourite, warm and comforting. I would love to get lost in his gaze and never brought back.
I really obsess over Levi's mannerisms. His cold exterior, exuding an aura of assurance and unwavering resolve. His soft and muted attitude, whispering the secrets of a gentle soul. His resilient and determined personality.
I really obsess over Levi.
My comfort character.
My hero.
The sun was setting down, and the breeze was so comforting.
"Hyaah ! Nice, finishing this expedition with my 50th kill, "you shouted excitedly as you settled down on top of a roof.
Too caught up in your celebration, you failed to notice the 7 meter titan coming towards you. It wasn't until he was too close, obscuring you from the golden hour that you finally turned around.
Not losing your cool, you pulled out your blades, ready to fight. Suddenly, the titan collapsed, and blood streamed down its back.
"My lady," Levi was standing next to you, bowing slightly to kiss the back of your hand.
"You have to stop with your knight in shining armour act." he grinned, couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked, blushing and looking away.
"Makes you wanna pop the question, huh ?" His smirk was loud and clear.
You, of course, couldn't let him get away with this. "Makes me wanna pop a child."
Levi has never looked so taken aback. He was as red as a tomato.
"Hey, lovebirds, come on, we have to leave before it becomes too dark out." Moblit yelled while struggling to get Hange out of those filthy creature's mouths.
"Come on, you brat, let's fall back,"
He held your hand and took off. He was trying to look unaffected, but you could see the tiniest smile forming on his pretty face.
Before helping you get on your horse, he squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek.
"Congrats on getting your 50th kill. You did great out there, love."
"Thanks," you said, smiling softly, " need me to teach you some moves ?" You added jokingly.
"Don't get too full of yourself. Your head could get bigger," Levi replied nonchalantly
"Hey, not nice." You snapped
He just shrugged and took off.
"Come on, let's race," he said over his shoulder.
And you did just that. Of course, he let you win, and you knew it but still bragged and teased him like your life depended on it. And again, he let you, because how could he spoil your fun ? Especially when you smiled so brightly.
MAJOR ATTACK ON TITAN MANGA SPOILERS
levi:
humanity’s strongest soldier not just by blatant strength but mentally as well.
when levi ackerman was first introduced, i thought he was just another strong character to be revealed simply because of their skill, but after season 1 and the ova, “no regrets”, i began to understand the true strength of this character.
trials and tribulation are not enough to describe the atrocities that levi had experienced throughout his life. being on the brink of death in a room with a dead body for who knows how long, abandoned by his uncle, the death of friends he considered family, and i can go on.
through it all, most of his relationships ended with death. it seems as though he is cursed to lose those with who he develops relationships.
when the last chapters were releasing, i thought levi was going to die, multiple times i might add. but now that attack on titan has ended, i understand why levi didn’t die.
levi ackerman is humanity’s strongest soldier, someone who no matter what happens will always fight until the end.
i can ramble for hours on the adversities levi had gone through, but understanding his genuine strength, from his odm skills to him always caring for his family, is what made me love levi more.
i understand that i wouldn’t be able to take the pain, the genuine pain that levi went through.
through it all, he lived.
i’ve been super busy with school work. it's been stressing me out so much, but today i got a surge of productivity that i wrote this ! hehehe
v <3
He holds you down, your face down, ass up as his cock cock pouds you deeply, every single thrust of his hips grows more desperate. Levi loves it all, loves how your body arches into him, those sweet moans falling from your lips as he dives even deeper into you. It drives him primal with need, he isn't much of a gentleman but he knows what you like and how to make you react, knows every inch of your body. "That's a good girl. Keep taking it like this and I might just knock you up." His hands move to your hips, they dig into your skin, he admires the love bites he left on your back.
You whine, feeling that warm feeling spread all over your abdomen, your hand gripping the sheets tightly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, voice rough with lust, when you don't answer, Levi grabs your hair and yanks you up, his cock hitting a whole different angle making you gasp. "I asked you a fucking question! Now, you gonna cum?" You try your best to answer but all that leaves your mouth are whimpers of his name and Levi relishes in it. If anyone can get you like this, it's him. "What was that huh?" Pulling on your hair again, he bites into the side of your neck letting another hickey taint your already marked skin.
The way he is being rough with you makes you feel everything twice as much, your pussy clenches around him that earns a deep groan from Levi. He let's go of your hair to grab onto your neck, holding you flush agsint him as he thrusts into you, the room is full of lewd noises. Levi feels your legs starting to shake, he knows that you're close. "Not yet, princess." His fingers squeeze your neck, his lips nibbling on your ear, your hands hold onto his forearm, your head thrown back, resting against his shoulder. "Levi please!" You beg, he has you exactly where he wanted you, begging for him in that desperate voice and he wants to give in, let you cum and look at that expression you make in the peak of pleasure but he would rather have you whining for him.
"Please what? You'll have to be more specific than that." He whispers into your ear, his other hand let's go of your hip and starts rubbing your pussy as he speeds up, fucking you faster. You almost can't hold back, your thighs start ti tremble, it feels like your body is on fire, it feels so good that it's painfully good. "Mhh Levi! Please! I want to cum!" Nails dig into his skin, Levi rubs your clit faster, letting you know that you aren't allowed to cum until he tells you too. "Not yet, baby. Let me fuck this pussy a little more." Levi was close to his peak too, he wanted you to reach your orgasms together. He pushes you back down and takes your hips again then fucks into you even harder, you moan loudly biting into the sheets. "Cum. Cum. Fucking cum..." He says and you do as he feels you, cumming hard and Levi moans out your name, stopping the movement of his hips, his cock twitches as he fills your pussy with his cum.
Levi: "Why is everyone else traveling in carriages, but me and (y/n) have to travel with our fucking horses?"
Erwin: "Do you really want the truth?
(y/n): "......yes?"
Erwin: "Because I am sick and tired of drivers complaining about you two having sex."
(y/n): "Oh come on! We aren't that loud!"
Levi: "I am not, you sure are."
Levi: "(y/n), you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?"
(y/n), naked in Levi's bed
(y/n): "No, I absolutely do not."
Levi, already taking off his clothes:
Levi: "Fuck... Me neither."
sometimes i think about how i only started watching aot because a friend told me levi was their favorite character and the first thing i remember seeing him do was beat the shit out of eren
THIS IS LITERALLY SO GOOD IM CRYING
Remember Me
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, MAJOR character death (wouldn’t be aot without it ✌🏻), not proof-read, all hurt, no comfort :) my first levi post and I broke his heart hehe but this isn’t as sad as I originally intended so ?? Ig that’s nice ??
Aun en la distancia, nunca vayas a olvidar que yo contigo siempre voy, recuérdame…
He had never meant to fall in love, for love in this world only brought hurt and agony to a soldier such as him; love was something he had learned to equate with loss, a ruthless grip in his chest that forced him awake most nights, only to haunt him with the faces of those he once knew, ones now covered in blood; a crimson so similar to the sight that forever stained his rough, war-torn, hands, something he had become more than acquainted with throughout his years.
It was due to this world and all the loss it saw that he had promised himself, with each fallen comrade and each grieving loved one, that he would no longer devote his heart to anything other than the cause, because despite being the world’s named strongest, it was a title never self-proclaimed. Levi was merely only a pawn in the wretched game of war, and there were only so many hits a wounded soldier could take before they turned fatal; he would no longer allow himself to be compromised by any weakness in his heart, it was something the world couldn’t afford.
This was a promise he had made to himself on a cold, lonely night where he sat hunched over at his desk with discomfort shooting throughout his spine; it was a promise he made as he sat there sobbing into his hands after signing yet another daunting stack of paperwork titled K.I.A; a symbol of loss that still cut deep no matter how many lives he had witnessed coming to their end, because how can one ever truly become accustomed to such tragic sight? Because no one was strong enough to withstand the horrid end that the scouts faced in the field, no one could witness such an atrocity and return without succumbing to the same darkness that plagued the silent hallways.
He had promised this to himself, to save himself from yet another tragic heartbreak.
Yet, it was a promise that you had somehow made him break.
Because, Levi had never meant to fall in love, but even so, he was not ashamed to admit that absolutely nothing could’ve stopped his heart from diving straight into a uncontrolled freefall just so it could crash right beside yours; because Levi had fallen in love with you, and how could he ever regret such a feeling when you looked at him with such a tender warmth swimming in your eyes?
You had made it so easy, that loving you was now as simple as breathing to him; you had made love so easy, that it was nothing to him now but second nature.
For you had shown him what true happiness could taste like, a refreshing taste that cleansed his palette from the bile and salt that burned him with every breath; it was his new favourite dish, though he would refuse to admit, the taste of you and your love was more delectable than any fine pastry or any expensive tea, and he consumed it all greedily like a man starved.
You, always so warm like the sun on a beautiful summers day, had melted the high walls of ice that had encompassed his aching heart with just a small smile as you brought him his evening tea; he had never felt so light nor so free other than when you beamed at him with a simple yet gentle, “go to sleep soon, Captain, your health is important too.”
You had shown him that you would be contently patient, waiting for him to be ready for every next step and never being thrown off by his strong, cold exterior; you made him feel worth it at every possible corner, showing him that he was in fact a person worth staying for; and whilst he was hopeless in telling you just how thankful he was for that patient perseverance you had dedicated to him, words always seeming to fail him when it mattered most, he could tell with each adoring look that you gifted him, that you knew all along.
It was all this together with your heartbeat, which had quickly become his favourite song, a soothing lullaby on nights filled with nightmares and no sleep, had finally shown him the meaning of true peace. It was the melody of your heart that chased away the bad thoughts and haunting screams to which he knew that with your heart’s simple beat, all he would be able to hear now was the beautiful chorus of security and adoration your love had granted him.
So, with soft caresses and gentle words, Levi had slowly found himself floating in a daydream where only you and him existed, protected with the safety of your dedication to one another.
But silly little daydreams don’t last long, not if you are Levi Ackerman.
And he was a fool for thinking maybe this would be different, maybe you would be different, that he could keep you by his side until his very last breath, because nothing could ever change the fact that Levi Ackerman was a man destined to be alone; a man destined and subjected to watch all those around him perish whilst he had no choice but to sit helplessly and watch.
Levi Ackerman was a fool, a fool for thinking he could keep you safe.
He knew it as he held you in his arms and watched you bleed out in the middle of a muddy field littered with corpses.
He knew it as he harshly commanded, with sobs trapped in his throat, “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare fucking leave me, that’s an order.”
With his choked and broken words his thumb delicately swipes across your cheeks, ridding the stray tears and dirt that tainted your skin. It was near impossible to even look at you because to see you wear any expression other than happiness, nevermind the excruciating pain your face was screaming at him, nearly made his own heart stop and his breath cease; for his heart couldn’t help but scold him in agony that this should be him laying here bleeding out, never you.
Yet, he was hopeful - or perhaps delusional - in thinking that the medics would be here soon and they would fix you and make you better. You just needed to wait.
But with a frail voice, you lifted your hand, stained with your tears and blood, to his cheek and rasped a wet, “Promise me that you’ll remember me, Levi. Even in distance, promise me that you’ll remember.”
It was with those words that Levi knew that perhaps life was something you could no longer wait for. It was with those blasphemous pleas that he was disturbed to hear the bitter sound of surrender in your voice, for you, his toughest, bravest, and most determined soldier, were resigning yourself to lose the cruel battle of life and death.
It was then that Levi had decided that if you wouldn’t fight, then he would have to do it for you, like he had been doing for all of humanity for so very long.
So, he pushed down harder on the gaping wound on your abdomen, furiously trying to halt the incessant bleeding, once again staining his hands with the blood of another comrade, “I don’t need to remember you when you will be right beside me, you hear me, brat?”
And he ignored the way you no longer winced at the pressure, ignored the way his heart jumped in panic at your body’s lack of response. Ignored it all for his delirious vision where you would be fine, where you would be ok; chanting in his mind over and over again like a holy mantra that you would be ok, that you would be fine.
You will be ok.
You will be fine.
You will be ok.
You will be fi-
With tender eyes you gazed into his, “I will always… be with you… Levi, in every… dream and in your… heart, but-”
“No, no buts. You will be fine, you hear me? Enough with this mushy crap, the medics are on their way, just hang on a little longer.”
Yet, the words he fiercely uttered were only a reassurance to himself because he could see it in your beautiful, ruined face that you knew you wouldn’t be fine, that he was trying to convince himself of an ending that simply was never meant to be his.
It destroyed him.
And with your very own choked sob, that pushed a crimson curse past your chapped lips, you begged, “Please.. don’t cry, Levi. Though I… have to go, you… shouldn’t cry, please… don’t cry.”
But how could he not cry? How could he look down at you, as you struggled to breathe and gasped in pain, and not cry as you died a death you did not deserve?
What you were asking was unfair, it was so fucking unfair.
Your hand dropped from his cheek, flopping brokenly beside you as you drowsily muttered, “I’m so… tired… Levi, can I… just close my eyes… for a little bit?”
And as you both became stained with the scarlet puddle forming beneath you, he internally screamed profanities and chants of no.
He wouldn’t let you close your eyes for that would be the end, and even though it was so incredibly selfish of him, he decided this isn’t how you would go, not when Levi had plans of growing old with you, of opening that damn tea shop, and maybe even having a brat of your own.
No, you would die peacefully as you slept beside him many years from now, not bleeding out on the battlefield, he wouldn’t let you go like this.
And Levi was never a man to beg but he would easily get down on his hands and knees to grovel for your safety, for you to stay awake and live out the life you had both dreamed of.
Because you had to stay awake, for him.
Please, please don’t leave him alone.
Please.
Yes, Levi was never a man to beg, but for you? For you he pleaded, “No, keep them open, baby, please just keep them open a little longer for me? Let me see your eyes.”
And as he lightly tapped your face your eyes fluttered open, only to break him just a little bit more, because your beautiful eyes were devoid of the warmth he had come to love; for what Levi saw instead was the clasp of death creeping over your eyes as the back of his throat burned at its presence.
And Levi is strong, but who is he to deny the fear he feels when the reaper makes a home in those same eyes he calls his sanctuary? And as the biting hiss of desperation floods its way through his bloodstream, he becomes someone he could not even begin to recognise as he rambles to you in his frenzy because you couldn’t leave him, not now. Please.
So, he talks, franticly talks to keep you with him and talks to remind you of plans you had yet to complete. Talks to know you are still with him, heart beating and alive.
“Remember about how you wanted to go to Sina to buy this new tea you had heard about? You said you were going to buy it so we could both try it together, you can’t cancel on me now, you brat. Plus, I don’t remember what the tea was called, what was it called, love? It is probably something way too fruity for my taste, isn’t it? You hate how bitter my tea can be sometimes, but I love the way you make it, sweet like you. How do you make your tea again? Tell me, y/n.”
Yet, you remained silent with weakening, harsh breaths and as each second passed he saw your spirit fading; and as he witnessed you slowly giving in to the sweet lull of death, what had he left to do now other than pull you closer? For now he was pathetically grasping at your weak body tightly, pulling you further into his chest with trembling hands, as if it would somehow keep you grounded to him, to life, just for a little longer.
“No, no. Keep your eyes open just a little longer, the medics will be here soon. Keep your eyes open an-and I will get you that cat, you remember? The one you spotted on the training ground? We can name it Klaus, no matter what, we can call it Klaus. I lied, you brat, I like the shitty name, just keep your eyes open and I will stay up all day and night trying to catch that stupid fucking cat. Just keep your damn eyes open.”
But Levi was a fool, for death had no time for bargaining and his begging fell on deaf ears as you breathily whispered out your final plea, “Please… remember… Levi…. I love you.”
And his heart cried out with him as he lowered his head and desperately whimpered into your ear, “y/n… please, just stay for a little longer.”
But you were gone, falling limp in his arms as you had gone cold.
Why were you now so cold?
In disbelief, wide eyed, he shakes your still body, vision blurring and his face starting to sting as the salty rivers slowly mix with his open cuts. He shakes you, getting more and more desperate the longer you refuse to reply. He shakes you, shakes you harder and harder until the dam breaks and humanity’s strongest is reduced to nothing but a broken man, a grieving lover.
“No. Don’t you do this to me, you brat. I didn’t say it back, you can’t go until I say it back.”
But your heart had gone silent, no longer singing along to his with a sweet tune, no longer united in your joint serenade.
And what else had Levi to do other than to cry?
Because he had fought, he had killed, and he had remained strong, but where had that gotten him? How well had this facade worked out for him in the end? He had exhausted every possible option to take and now he had no choice left other than to crumble and fall like a bird shot out of the sky.
So he sobbed, grieved for you, screamed for you, let his heart rage at the cruelty of this world when in reality, he had no one else to blame other than himself, for everyone close to Levi Ackerman is doomed to die and he was a fool to think you would be any different.
And with the rest of the remaining scouts now gathered on this bloodied field, a second too late, gaping at his harrowing display of broken grief, he could no longer find it in himself to care for the world around him; not as he held his only semblance of hope dead in his arms; not as his tears fell onto your lifeless face and mixed with your own; not as he gently closed your empty eyes, void of the warmth he had all but memorised, and laid you to rest; not as he slowly came to terms with the fact that he had unknowingly condemned you to such a tragic fate.
For Levi Ackerman had killed you, all for the sake of a happy ending he was never meant to live.
And Levi Ackerman would remember you, for you would be a ghostly reminder of all he was never supposed to have.
A/N: :)
it’s something about this specific breed of man…
toji art by: calclzz on twitter