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Genre: Modern!au but with tiny references to the snk canon if you see it
Warnings: Mainly fluffy, mentions of baby stuff, mentions of death
A/N: Shout out to my boo @emomamoru for helping me untie my Levi brain knot and blessing me with your insights!! Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for the support!! Read part 1 here!
Levi as a newborn baby's father:
Definitely a mess. Other than caring for his wife, he now has another baby to care for. Waking up at hourly intervals to feed the baby was tough; Levi can't even have a good night's sleep since the baby kept crying, and he still has to work. He can't even get the milk to the right temperature. Levi felt like he had the short end of the stick
But then, he thought of his wife: the arduous hours in the delivery room in pain delivering the baby, her body aches, the hair loss, the soreness of her breasts from feeding the baby, the emotional roller coaster ride she's experiencing. Levi looks at his sleeping wife and thinks to himself, this is nothing. I can do better
As his wife's post-natal blues got more serious, Levi decides to take paternity leave from work. He wanted to spend more time with them, watching his baby achieve different milestones: their baby's first attempt in turning on their back, learning to sit upright, their first tooth growing. Levi kept teaching his baby to say "daddy"
The baby's first word was "mama", but no, he wasn't jealous, because a few minutes later he thought he heard the baby mutter "dada", which was good enough for him
Levi as a toddler's father (1 - 3 years old):
When he returns home from work, Levi always makes time to play with his child. While his wife took care of the baby in the day, it was Levi's turn at night.
Levi is the kind of father who would take loads of pictures of his child. Whether the child is crawling around, learning to walk, playing with food etc, Levi is always there with his camera ready to take photos.
Levi tries to put all the knowledge he read from pregnancy and parenting books to good use, however he realises that there is no such thing as a fool-proof plan. His child is unique, and he shouldn't depend so much on these books.
Levi learns that his child is really inquisitive during this developmental stage, so Levi tries his best to always answer his child's questions.
Levi as a young child's father (3 - 6 years old):
As his child begins their nursery and kindergarten education, Levi tries to always be there for them. He would send them to and from school, and bring them to buy a snack on the way home.
"Hey kiddo, should we get that for Mummy?" Levi would ask his child if they see something nice, be it some chocolates, a flower, or a new hair accessory.
Instead of letting his child play computer games, Levi brings his child out for play dates. Weekly trips to the beach, picnic dates, trips to the zoo, the parks, the library and so on. He wants his child to experience the world with their senses, and not just through the computer screen.
Levi would also buy his child many books, because he believes that knowledge comes from reading too (which is definitely influenced by Hange and Erwin).
Levi as a school aged child's father (7 - 12 years old):
As his child grows up, Levi is trying to convince himself that his child is no longer a baby, and they need to learn to be independent. He still tries to send his child to school whenever possible. However, on certain days, he would let them try going to and from school alone.
Levi definitely helps out with the school work, although he tries his very best not to indulge his child too much. "Stop letting them watch so much TV, love, they're far from finishing their homework," his wife would definitely nag at him, clicking her tongue with disapproval. Levi tends to give his child breaks too often, especially when they're doing their homework.
Levi is always busy with work, and time spent bonding with his child is always limited. Therefore, Levi always tries to make his child happy, to let them know that even though Daddy might not spend a lot of time with them, Daddy always loves them.
Levi as a adolescent's father (13 - 19 years old):
Levi learns that his child is undergoing "that phase" in their lives. He tries to be understanding, and gives them the privacy and space they need.
He'll still be a strict father, but he would leave the disciplining to his wife. He'll give his child the autonomy they need, and he'll be the '"cool dad" that all his children's friends are envious of.
Levi used to believe that punishment is the way to instill discipline and obedience, but after having children of his own, he thoroughly rejects the idea of punishing them. Although he lets his wife do the disciplining, Levi constantly reminds her not to be too fierce with the children.
If Levi had a son, this would be the best time to give them the sex ed talk. He would definitely tell them not to bully anyone, and to not stick their dick into anyone. Also, he would always reinforce to his son to stay away from anything that is illegal, and to watch out for himself.
If Levi had a daughter, he'll let his wife give the talk. But, as a protective dad, Levi constantly tells his daughter to be careful of and take care of herself.
"Break her heart, and I'll break your neck," Levi tells his daughter's suitors. They all ended up leaving 'Princess Ackerman' alone.
Levi also reinforces to his children that "no matter where you are or how late it is, call me, and I will be there".
Levi as a young adult's father (20 years and above):
As his children grow older, starts working, and find their respective partners, Levi starts feeling a little lonely. Levi also start experiencing his midlife crisis. He still looks dashing with greying hairs and slight wrinkles around his eyes though, and women still eye him up and down every time he's out with his wife.
He spends his days hard at work and slowly preparing himself for his eventual retirement years later. He misses his children, but he knows that they are all working very hard for their own future.
Levi created social media accounts just to keep track of his children's lives. Although he isn't really tech-savvy, he loves being able to see his children, even thought it is through a mobile device. His favourite one is Instagram, and with the help of his wife, Levi posts occasional snippets of his life.
His children may have moved out, and Levi may not say it upfront, but he's always the happiest when his children visit him and his wife back at the family home. He will remind his wife to always prepare their favourite dishes.
Levi as a grandfather:
He may be old and needs a walking stick or a wheelchair, but this does not stop Levi from bonding with his grandchildren. Levi pampers his grandchildren so much that his wife starts nagging at him again, even in her old age. And like how he raised his children, he would buy his grandchildren many books too.
His children are doing well with their family and career, his grandchildren are active and healthy, his wife is also still by his side daily; Levi feels like he is the most fortunate and luckiest person alive.
With a lot of time on his hands, Levi plans to go on a trip with his wife; to thank her for giving him this happiness he's experiencing, for her unconditional love, for all the years of dedication and love to raise their family.
As cheesy as it sounds, Levi really wishes to renew his wedding vows with his wife too. Even though his hair is grey and he has a belly, his undying love for her still burns strong. His children and grandchildren are there to witness the moment, and for the second time in his life, Levi once again sheds tears of joy.
In his dying moments, Levi thinks about all that he has achieved in life. He thinks about his mother, his beloved wife, and his closest friends. Are they proud of him, and how far he has come? And what would his children and grandchildren think of him, would they miss him if he was gone?
Levi couldn't have asked for a better opportunity in life than this. Before treating death like an old friend, he has a smile on his face, and leaves this world with no regrets.
fuck😤😤 and moreover why do things that don't even belong in the tag show up when the user didn't use said tag ?? it's extremely clogged/so hard to be found and I'm so done 🥴
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lol I'm done cross posting here because this website is just not for me, instead I'll just drop the links to my ao3 and wattpad pieces.
hopefully someone will see them, like my work and I'll end up with more interactions💕 (I'm a sl*t for attention so comments, kudos and votes are how I know I'm doing alright lol)
Anyways, this is a sequel to my pieces "let's find the good in goodbye" and "homecoming" which are posted here to my Tumblr, ao3 and wattpad.
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Read reflections (1/6) from the story Levi x gender neutral reader one shots by madsaruu (mads) with 26 reads. leviheic...
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Genre: Modern!au but with tiny references to the snk canon if you see it
Warnings: Mainly fluffy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childbirth
A/N: Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for the support <3
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When Levi finds out he's going to be a dad:
When Levi first finds out his wife is pregnant, he's in absolute disbelief, because he cannot fathom the fact that he's about to become a father. He cannot process the fact that he and his wife are going to be parents; they're going to bring a new life into this world
He never had a father, he doesn't know how a father should be, and how he should act. None of his friends are parents themselves. Kenny wasn't exactly a father figure, and Kuchel isn't there to guide him
Definitely experiences a mental breakdown because he's worried that he will be a lousy father. However, his wife assures him that he will be okay, and they will learn along the way
When his wife is going along with her pregnancy:
The first trimester would be their first challenge as both of them are learning to become parents. His wife starts experiencing changes to her body, and he's always there to assure her that he will be there for her. He holds her hair whenever she experiences morning sickness, he rushes to buy whatever food she's craving for, even when it's 4am in the morning. He's clueless as heck, and he notes down everything their gynae tells them. Also, Levi starts to baby-proof the entire house.
Come the second trimester, as Levi sees his wife's baby bump get bigger, he now has the habit to speak to the bump whenever he can. Once, when he was talking to the bump, he saw her belly move, and Levi was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. His new hobby is to read to the baby bump.
Also, Levi would become a total paranoid. He would constantly worry for her. Did she eat her vitamins? When's her appointment with the gynae? Is she sick? Does she need food? Levi would buy tons of books on parenting to read and if he doesn't understand anything, he notes it down to ask their gynae during his wife's appointment
As his wife enters her third trimester, Levi is slowly becoming a bundle of mess. As the baby's due date approaches, Levi gets more and more nervous. He can't wait to meet their child, yet he's afraid that he's not ready to be a parent. His wife experiences more discomforts as her pregnancy progresses; increased fatigue, back pain, insomnia etc. It hurts Levi to see his wife go through all these, therefore he takes care of her really well. He does everything at home to ensure she gets sufficient rest. He massages her every night before she sleeps
When the baby is born:
Levi was inside the delivery room. He wanted to witness the moment for himself; he didn't want to wait outside. As his wife scream and cried while trying to push the baby out of her womb, Levi holds her hand and gives her lots of encouragement
With one final push, the baby is born. As the baby's cries filled the room, Levi gently holds his wife as they share a moment together, foreheads pressed against each other. "You did well, my love," Levi says as he gives her a kiss
The gynae then asks Levi if he wants to cut the umbilical cord of the baby and Levi is absolutely stunned. "M-me...?" he points to himself. As he walked gingerly to where the baby was, the gynae passed him the scissors and instructed Levi on what to do. Levi's hands were shaking. As he cut the umbilical cord, the nurse brings the little bundle to his wife. As they look at their baby together, Levi shed tears of joy for the first time in his life.
He may not be ready to be a dad, but for this little bundle of life, he will do his best.
This wouldn't leave my mind and I couldn't move on to other projects until I'd written it so, enjoy 💕
Also, guess I'm incapable of writing Levi as anything but a gentle, doting lover 😭🥴
cross posted on my wattpad madsaruu and ao3 itsemomamoru.
**18+, word count 3,382
11:47am
You're finally finished with this quarter's sales and projections presentation. You hit the save icon three times just to be sure, closing the lid of your laptop once you're satisfied. It's as good as it's going to get, you just hope it makes sense and covers everything.
Sighing as you get up, taking a moment to stretch, muscles slightly stiff from working so long without a break. Your mind starts to wander quickly, doubts and anxiety surfacing as you think about presenting later.
You try to calm down, reminding yourself that you've prepared well enough, that it's just a review and rough prediction of the company's next quarter. Predictions have been and can be off, that wouldn't be your fault.
And besides, the only one you really have to impress is the CEO…
Who just happens to be your husband, Levi Ackerman.
You'd met when he was just a project manager, and you one of the members of his team. Your lunch breaks had lined up a few times, which led to actual dates, and as they say, the rest is history.
Except, none of your other coworkers are aware of your relationship. Levi wears his wedding band, but no one has ever asked him specifically about it, though you've seen some forlorn individuals once they see it. You wear yours on a chain around your neck while you're at the office, hoping to avoid people putting two and two together.
Just thinking about him brings a gentle smile to his face, you grab your phone and pull up your text message conversation with him, typing a quick sentence and sending it off.
Hey, do you have a second?
Yeah, what's up?
Can you call me, I miss your voice already.
You close the door to your office, making sure it's locked.
Sneaking around like this adds an extra bit of spice to your marriage, stealing kisses in the elevator, fucking in his office. This little game of yours has gone on for five years already, you highly doubt anyone will figure it out at this point.
It's only seconds later when his caller ID icon, a photo of both of you pops up on your display, you swipe to answer.
"You doing ok?"
Relief floods through you at hearing his voice, gentle and steady.
"Yeah, I was feeling a little nervous about my presentation, but I'm good now. I'll be breaking here soon."
He makes a soft clicking sound with his tongue.
"Hey, you've got this. It's going to be amazing, baby. You're going to do amazing."
A small smile creeps onto your face at his encouragement and gentle voice.
"Thank you, darling."
He says a soft you're welcome, then is quiet a few moments other than shuffling sounds, you can't tell if it's paper or his pants swishing together as he walks.
"Hey, since you're going on break, meet me in my car? I'll pick us up some food and we can have a nice long lunch together. It'll take your mind off everything for a bit."
"Aw baby, yes please."
You can hear footsteps on his end of the line, followed by the chime of his car door unlocking. He was already that close to his car? Maybe he'd already planned to have lunch with you, the thought makes your heart and cheeks warm.
"Great, I'll be back in the parking garage in twenty minutes."
"See you then!"
You make a few soft kissing sounds into the speaker before hanging up.
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Sure enough, twenty minutes later when you head up to the third level of the parking garage, a familiar sleek black Mercedes-Benz is waiting in its usual parking spot, off to the side and further from the other cars.
The intoxicating heat and spice of his cologne roll over you as you settle into the passenger seat and close the door gently. He never even puts that much on, but it's stifling today, brain short circuiting as soft sparks run through your body, mind hazy with want.
Your mouth runs dry as you take him in, gently rifling through the fast food bags he has with him. You can just barely grasp the words coming out of his mouth, that he went to your favorite burger joint and got burgers, some fries and shakes for each of you...
He's gorgeous.
And not that he isn't always, it's just he's irresistible today.
He's not wearing his suit coat, having probably left it in his office. So you have the perfect view of his button up, sleeves rolled to his forearms and showing of his beautiful hands. Gold wedding band resting proudly on his left ring finger.
His tie is loosened, top buttons of his shirt undone, showing of his neck and collarbones. His shirt is still tucked into his dark grey trousers, which hug his thighs just right and you start to lose any train of thought as you can't help but to gaze at his crotch, just thinking about his beautiful dick hidden by thin layers of fabric has heat coursing through you.
"Babe?"
Your eyes fly to his as your cheeks heat up. A soft, knowing and flirty smile rests on his face. His voice drops to a heady whisper.
"Hungry?"
This man.
He knows exactly what he's doing, knows just how flustered he can get you.
All you can do is nod.
He secures the bags of food up and out of the way on the dashboard. Then he's kissing you, so softly but no less passionately, his hands resting on your thighs. You return it just as gently, both of you need to be back at work and presentable after this, and you still have that presentation.
He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Let's move this to the back, yeah?"
A shuddering breath leaves your lips, heat exponentially pooling in your stomach.
He turns the radio on, leaving it at a reasonable volume. Just enough for white noise, should anyone pass by, which probably won't happen since the other cars are so far from his. He then easily climbs across the console and onto the backseat, you can't help but watch his ass as he moves.
You hear his shoes thud on the floor and you have just enough sense left to toe your own shoes off, leaving them on the floorboard of your seat before crawling onto the backseat beside him.
His back windows are tinted dark enough that no one outside can see what's going on inside, much to both your relief.
He's already unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, nimble fingers completing the task in no time. He drapes his shirt over the headrest of the front seat, tie soon following.
You work on your own shirt as he works at his belt, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Your shirt is off and over your front seat as his hands start to unzip his pants.
You can't tear your eyes away even if you wanted to, he slips them off so effortlessly, shaking them out and laying them flat on the middle console. He reaches into the pocket, keys jingling as he hits the lock doors button.
He's left in his tight dark gray boxers, cock straining against the fabric, a wet spot already forming. You shake your head to clear it as you lay back and work on your own pants and underwear.
He helps you pull them down, shaking them out and finally laying them flat over his.
His eyes haze over as he takes in the view of your naked body below him, delicate chain holding your wedding ring hanging down your chest, the leather of the seats of his car framing the picturesque moment. He steals another quick, impossibly gentle kiss.
"Ready?"
It's mumbled against your lips, the warmth of his breath curling over your skin, causing you to shiver softly.
"Yes, Levi."
He leaves kisses down your neck as he slips a finger into you, you can feel him smirking against your skin as you gasp softly. He starts a steady rhythm of hooking, pumping and working you open for him, pulling moans from you when he perfectly brushes that one spot.
He nibbles at the skin of your chest, biting just hard enough to leave little marks, but not enough to hurt you. He's also mindful to keep them where your shirt will cover them. He kisses each spot once he's satisfied.
In no time, he slips a second finger inside, gently scissoring and flexing his fingers to open you open further. Both fingers now work to arch into that spot inside, curling and drawing such sinful sounds from your mouth. He savors each one.
The heat in your stomach is growing close to releasing.
"Levi-"
You reach a shaky hand down to grab his wrist, he instantly stops, fire burning uncomfortably as the stimulation stops.
"I want to- finish on your dick."
He nods softly, removing his fingers from you, you swallow the whimper that threatens to escape. You reach right above your head to the door glove compartment, knowing he keeps condoms in it. You both usually opt to go raw, but in the event neither of you want a mess, he has some protection on hand. Hidden in spots throughout your apartment, both of your cars, his office. You quickly find one, passing it to him.
"To protect your seats."
He laughs as he accepts it.
And you can't help but stare at his hand, condom between his fingers like a playing card, the watch he's wearing and his wedding band somehow making the image even more attractive.
He stares at the gold foil for a moment longer, seemingly thinking something over.
"Actually, let's not worry about the seats. Let's make a mess."
You nearly choke.
"W-what? Are you serious? It's leather."
"It'll be fine, trust me. And I've got money, so if I need to, I can just reupholster them or buy a new car, simple."
A cheeky smile lights up his face at his solution.
You shake your head, affectionately laughing at him. He drops the foil on the floor, and reaches under the seat, pulling out a small throw pillow which he tucks between the seat and car wall above you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You know it's to protect your head so you don't bang into the wall, your heart flutters at his tender action and care.
He finally takes his boxers off, tossing them into the driver's seat. His cock is really so beautiful, hard and flushed, tip blushing an angry red.
He keeps one knee on the seat, his other leg stretches out, foot bracing himself on the floorboard. He settles closer to you, pulling both of your thighs to rest over his, spreading you perfectly and making the most of the limited space.
He collects the precum weeping down his dick, spreading and using it as lube to pump himself a few times and ready himself for you. He gets his tip settled in then takes it slowly, careful of how tight and sensitive you are with your denied orgasm. But you feel so good, squeezing him just right as he continues to push in, stretching you perfectly. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you watch him sink into you.
You moan out and a little ah escapes him when he bottoms out, mouth hanging open as his eyes haze over, brows scrunching together. When you've both adjusted, he leans over you, elbows planting into the seat, hands cradling the top of your head, thumbs reaching to stroke your temples.
You're glad he decided to forgo protection, because you can feel every inch of him as he drags against your insides, just the way you like it. You can feel every throb and pulse of his hot cock, mixing with the heat inside of you, softly, pleasantly burning.
He falls into a steady, perfect rhythm, not achingly slow, but not insanely fast either. The soft sounds of skin slapping together, leather squeaking, mixing with the radio and your shared moans is such a wonderful mix. His cologne, tangling with your combined sweat and arousal has your minds going blank. The heat rolling off your bodies stifling, nearly suffocating in the cramped space of the back seat.
You trail a hand up, resting it on the back of his head, softly pressing your foreheads together and earning a moan from him when your fingers brush against his undercut.
That heavy, warm feeling pooling in your stomach grows exponentially and steadily as he continues his thrusting. His brows scrunch softly, a pitiful moan escaping him as he focuses harder on getting you both to your high. Your heart skips a beat at his concentration. You can't help but thread your fingers in his hair, gripping softly against each warm spark of arousal that trails down into the pit of your stomach.
You tense up, the aching for release is right there, you take a deep breath and fall over the edge.
"Levi-"
Your muscles go limp with warmth, though your thighs tremble softly. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and keeping you anchored as you bask in the bliss he's granted you. He can feel your heart pounding against his chest, beating in near sync with his own racing heart. He savors the little sounds that tumble out of you, matching your sinful expressions.
He isn't far behind, the way you're clenching so perfectly around him has him releasing only seconds after you. He kisses your shoulder, then presses his cheek against yours as he falls. You can hear every one of his little panting breaths, which curl over your sensitive skin, every little groan punctuated by his hot cum spilling into you, metaphorically melting you from the inside out.
Your hand moves to trace along his spine, eliciting little shivers from him. Your aftershocks and little spasms milk everything you can from him.
His hold on you relaxes as he comes back down, but he still keeps you close. His breathing returns to normal and he lets out a long, content sigh. He presses a gentle kiss below your ear, sighing once again. But this time, at your comforting, familiar scent.
He pulls out, softly hissing at the loss of your warmth. He watches his cum drip out of you, and onto his seats, just like he wanted. The little white river flowing out of you against the black leather has such a strong effect over him, mind going blank with want, the overwhelming need and ache to fill you again.
His cock is already hard once more.
He sneaks a quick glance at his watch, 12:20pm, you've still got time. The only question is if you're up for it-
"I can go again babe."
You can't miss the way his eyes light up if you wanted to, you have to swallow a laugh. He's just too adorable given the heat and sin of the moment.
He wastes no time, slipping into you again, careful of your overstimulated and sensitive skin, picking up his previous thrusting rhythm.
But his mind is so hazy from his last orgasm and he's losing control, the need to intensify his thrusts is all he can think of. One arm hooks around your thigh, keeping you close and steady. With his other hand he grabs the door handle, gripping it to ground himself as he picks up the pace just enough to satisfy that overwhelming need, but not to hurt you. Something he never wants to do.
He watches for any hint from you that you're feeling uncomfortable, but your moaning, beautiful debauched expressions and soft whimpers of "keep going, don't stop-" tell him he's doing just fine.
The sounds of both of your pleasured moans and cries, mixed with the lewd squelching of his last release is a sinful symphony he simply has to commit to memory. He looks down to where you're taking him so perfectly, his previous and now frothy white cum dripping out of you and down his cock with each thrust, has him feeling feral, desperate as he works to get you both back to that high.
His moans tumble out of him unchecked, punctuated by some pitiful whimpers. He kisses you once again, it's hot and messy as both your minds are clouding over. He breaks the kiss and both of you catch your breath just in time to lose it again as you climax together.
Shaking arms hold onto him for dear life, nails digging crescents into the skin of his back as you arch up into him. He returns the embrace, holding you close against him as he spills into you again.
His hand finds one of yours still resting around his back, his fingers threading through your own, squeezing tenderly as he pins your joined hands beside your head. His wedding band presses into your skin, and you tighten your grip in return, thumb rubbing soothing circles as you both fall back down.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, and you admire how incredibly beautiful he looks. His eyes are clearer though still half lidded, his hair is messy, some strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. His cheeks and tips of his ears are ruddy, his tiny, dazed smile is breathtaking.
He feels sated, satisfied and so warm. He hopes you do too. He quickly kisses your temple before asking.
"How are you feeling?"
You trail a finger along his spine, causing him to shiver softly.
"Mm, really relaxed now."
He kisses your forehead, lingering a moment.
"Good, less stressed about that presentation?"
You nod, a small smile on your face. Maybe this was his plan all along. To take your mind off it by fucking you in his car.
He kisses you as he slips out, then moves to once again watch his release spill out of you, joining the previous spot. He sits up slightly, pressing a kiss to your knee. He gently presses down on you with one hand, the other pushes your thigh further apart, causing his cum to leak out faster, and you to moan softly.
His eyes are almost sparkling, entranced by what he sees. But somehow he finds the strength to start cleaning you up and getting you presentable enough to get back to work.
He pulls some napkins and a pack of to go wipes from the door behind him, he really is such a prepared man. He cleans the seat first, quickly gathering and wiping all of his sticky white cum away. Then he cleans you, slowly, gently. Careful of your tender skin as he wipes everything away, gently patting you with a dry napkin when he's done.
"Make sure you pee when you get back."
He winks and you laugh softly, ever the romantic.
He sits you up, fingers working to make your hair presentable again. And you can't help but fall for him all over again, because the man who so effortlessly tore you apart in his backseat, is putting you back together again.
Once he's satisfied with how he's freshened up the both of you, you quickly redress, checking each other to make sure nothing is messy or out of place. You re-tie his tie as he lovingly watches, then it's your turn to fix his hair, fixing his silky strands to hang neatly. He turns the air conditioning on to help both of you cool down, soothing your flushed faces.
You still have plenty of time to enjoy your lunch before heading back.
But, all too soon it is time to head back.
He checks around the garage, finding no one he pins you against his car, giving you a quick kiss. You smirk into it, and you can taste the mint of his milkshake.
"See you in the boardroom, you're going to kill it."
"Thanks baby."
You rub your nose against his tenderly. He pulls back, letting you go. But not before tapping your ass as you walk by, causing you to smile.
He's fed you and your body in more ways than one, and you're so incredibly happy he's yours for life.
working on cleaning up my drafts, so have this quick little fluffy Levi piece.
word count, 1,945
cross posted to my ao3 itsemomamoru and wattpad madsaruu 💕
Levi didn't really know what touch was.
He's only touched those closest to him, and even then it's limited. A hand on their head here, fingers softly gripping their hair there. He doesn't hug or hold anyone, he definitely doesn't walk holding anyone's hand.
Honestly, the only time he really touches anyone is when he's interrogating a prisoner. And he'd never call it touch, more like brute force and pure torture.
And not many besides Erwin and Hanji have ever touched him before.
But touch changed for him when you came into the picture.
The first time you'd touched him was a brief handshake, your hand so soft, so warm. He'd never felt a hand so welcoming yet burning before, he melted against his will. He wondered why he didn't want to let go. He did of course, not wanting to freak you out. But his hand had tingled for hours after he'd released yours.
The next time you come up to him, papers in hand. You throw a gentle arm around his shoulder, hand resting on his arm as you have him read over the report.
His mind short circuits, almost unable to focus on the words in front of him, but somehow he manages to keep from looking like a fool.
Since you're also a leader, the formalities aren't as strict as they would be if you were his subordinate. So it's not odd for you to be so friendly, but he's enamored, completely taken back by it. It appears to come so easily to you, so naturally.
He really falls one day when your hand graces the small of his back as you reach for something. He has just enough sense to reign in the sound he almost let out.
He's lost, a little scared even, why does he react the way he does?
But then he realizes, it's your warmth.
Levi can only make sense of it if he likens you to the sun. Everything about you is bright, happy and so warm. He is and always has been cold, he's had to be in order to survive. But he loves the heat you give.
Maybe thawing isn't so bad.
He starts to look forward to seeing you, even if it's only in passing. The light you bring, the way you're able to turn his whole day around is amazing. And also scary, when did he become almost dependent on someone? On you?
The night you bring him tea, fingers brushing against his as you hand him the cup, he knows he's done for. His hand burns at the small touch, spreading up his arm, resonating throughout his whole body and amplified by his pounding heart. He's lightheaded and disoriented for a moment.
But then his heart plummets as he realizes, he might actually care for you. Might actually love you.
The tea doesn't go down so easily.
Over the next few weeks he severely distances himself from you.
But it does nothing to quell his growing feelings. In fact, the absence seems to make them stronger, burn hotter. He misses those little touches, your comforting smile. The beautiful melody of your laughter.
He swears he can smell your scent clinging to him even here, in the late night darkness, alone in his office.
"Dammit!"
He threads his hands in his hair, frustrated more than ever before in his life. He's stuck, he loves you, he really does. But he can't let himself, you're too kind, too pure for him. But he can't ignore this any longer. He doesn't know what to do and no situation feels right.
He's torn from his spiraling thoughts when he hears soft knocking at the door.
"Ugh, just a second.."
He releases the hold on his hair, finger combing it to look presentable, then grants permission to enter.
Fuck, he should've asked who it was before letting them in.
Because it's you, the one he's been stressing and fretting about. You don't seem to have gotten any sleep either, in fact, it appears you've been out walking. Your scout uniform is still on, minus the ODM straps. Your cloak is wrapped around your shoulders, hood pulled up to protect you from the night air. You stop, inches from his desk, hands fidgeting nervously.
"Are you avoiding me Captain?"
Your tone is light, but he doesn't miss the hint of sadness, of fear.
He's taken back by your straightforward inquiry, panicking for some reasonable response. But his own voice betrays him as he answers.
"No I just.. Have a lot of reports and things to catch up on and I don't have much free time lately."
"Oh, makes sense. I'm just glad it's not me."
Your words, voice and expression make it painfully clear you don't believe him. His heart pounds, this is uncharted territory and he's scared. Scared of what else you might ask, scared you'll successfully pull the answers from him.
You step a bit closer, resting your fingertips against the wood of his desk, tracing the designs with delicacy.
"But if you were to hypothetically avoid me, what would be the reason?"
You swallow hard, your voice is quiet, hesitant when you speak up again a moment later.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Granted, he wasn't convincing in any sense of the word, but he's scared at how well you're able to read him.
No, you did nothing wrong.
He wants so desperately to tell you, but he can't find the courage to say the words.
The two of you are in a stalemate for quite some time, neither speaking. The silence is suffocating, yet charged with an underlying and unidentifiable energy. You don't back down and he eventually cracks.
His voice is quiet, he's about to take a huge gamble. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor.
"I love you."
The tiny gasp you let out distracts him momentarily. But he continues before you can interject.
"But you're too good for someone like me, I'm broken and will ruin you. I realized my feelings too late, I was already too close and I had to pull away before they developed more."
He laughs softly, the irony once again apparent as he continues.
"Yet somehow, they've only grown stronger since I've seen less of you. And it hurts, because I want to be with you. But I'm not worthy of you or your love."
Your hands gently hold his and he's slightly startled, he didn't sense you coming closer. But you're here, standing beside his chair, softly gazing down at him. He relaxes at your touch, just like he always does, unable to move from his seat.
"Who told you you're unworthy? Because it's a lie."
He searches your eyes for any contradiction to your words, he finds none and his heart flutters with hope.
"Don't sell yourself short Levi."
Your face blooms red in mortification at what you just said, this isn't going so well.
He's comforted in a way that you're also nervous, scatterbrained. He honestly wouldn't have even noticed the unintentional short joke if you hadn't stopped. And of course, he wouldn't have been mad anyway.
"I'm so sorry. I mean don't, ugh."
He entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing gently. Silently willing you to continue and speak your mind, quietly assuring you that you've got this.
The moonlight filtering in the window graces your face, making you look so ethereal, otherworldly. He's breathless as he waits for you to continue.
"Everyone deserves someone, deserves even a shred of happiness in this dark and cruel world. And I'm honored that you've chosen me to give you that happiness."
You pause and he steels himself, surely you'll tell him you only see him as a friend. That your kindness was what anyone else would've done. He takes a deep breath, waiting for the crushing, final words.
"Because I love you too, Levi."
The breath he just took, rushes out of him at hearing this. He's dizzy and feels as if he could pass out.
You move impossibly closer, his legs spread just enough for you to stand between them.
Your voice is suddenly timid as you ask him.
"Can I kiss you?"
His poor heart feels like it's about to rip out of his chest. Yes, yes, you most certainly can kiss him, but he can't manage a response, afraid his voice isn't steady enough. All he can do is nod softly, tilting his head up towards you, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation.
He whimpers when your lips meet his, they're so much softer than he'd ever imagined. He returns the kiss slowly, carefully, though he's entirely unsure what else he's supposed to do. Your arms circle his neck, a hand trails up to gently cradle his head, fingers brushing against his undercut. He shudders against you.
He feels weightless, breathless as the two of you softly move against each other, pouring everything you can into the kiss. That sensation he felt the night your fingers brushed against his pales in comparison to what he's feeling now. His mind is only focused on you, and the warmth spreading through his body.
He's entirely flustered and doesn't know what to do with his hands. They flex and fidget before finally, hesitantly resting against your hips. His touch is featherlight and trembling, it makes your heart ache at the tenderness of it. He's so unsure of himself, it's sad but beautiful. You kiss him just a little bit harder, letting him know he's doing just fine.
You break the kiss to catch your breath, he subconsciously tilts his head up just a bit further, chasing your lips. His cheeks heat up at his overt neediness, but you don't seem to mind. Your soft smile calms him, just like it always does.
His hands hold onto you a little bit tighter, his eyes silently asking if he's doing it right, if you're ok with it. The vulnerability you see, swimming in that beautiful steely gaze is shocking, yet comforting in a way. He trusts you enough to see him like this. The smiling kiss you grant him is enough of an answer, his mind relaxing considerably.
He notes that a smiling kiss feels electric.
A few more kisses are shared, but he finally finds the strength to pull back, voice soft and husky as he tells you.
"You should really get some rest, it's late and you have a big day ahead of you."
You tuck his bangs behind his ear, the longer pieces stay, the shorter ones drift back to where they were. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"Ok, but only if you promise to sleep too."
"I'll try."
It's not a lie.
You press a gentle kiss to his temple.
"Goodnight, Levi."
No formalities, just Levi.
He tries to think back, had you ever called him anything other than Captain before? He can't recall, he's sure he'd remember if you'd called him Captain Levi.
That was truly the first time you've said his name. And it was beautiful.
He heads to bed in a daze. He's unable to sleep, but for a different reason than usual.
He simply cannot stop replaying that moment of you saying his name over and over in his mind, almost like a prayer. He can't stop thinking about how soft your lips are, how gentle you are with him.
How much he loves you, and you love him right back.
His smile is unshakable, his hands covering his blushing cheeks. He turns and buries his face in his pillow, a little sound somewhere between a squeak and a soft, embarrassed groan escapes him.
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Levi returns home after being gone for a few weeks, having come to a big realization while he was away.
He really wants to give you a baby.
another tik tok prompt! this time from @ tiemeupwithaizawasscarf https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMek2vYGA
actually beta read this time!! Thanks Lia 💕 cross posted to my wattpad madsaruu and ao3 itsemomamoru, word count 4,023
It's a late afternoon when you find yourself counting down the hours, even the minutes until Levi's expected return from the scouts most recent trip to their camp on the Paradis/sea border.
Each time they leave it's a little longer, but they learn more, accomplish more in preparation against Marley. This time around the plan was to make more progress on the railroads, and reach an agreement with Hizuru over resources.
Levi probably won't tell you much though, saying something along the lines of "keeping you safe because if you know too much you could be in danger." Regardless, you just hope everything's gone well.
You and him have been married for a few years, having celebrated your third anniversary right before he'd left this last time.
And boy, have you missed him.
He was always the perfect boyfriend, but somehow he's outdone himself in his role of husband. You asked him about it one time, and he told you it's because to him being married to you comes with a higher level of responsibility and commitment.
He chose you to be with him for his entire life, (and you chose him in return which leaves him floored whenever he thinks about it) so he makes damn well sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you everyday, he could never and will never take you for granted.
He's just so thankful for you and the happiness that you bring him, the pure, abundant and never ending love you have for him.
You've talked about kids before, and while you would love to start a family, he's been extremely hesitant about it. And you understand, he never had a good example of a father so he's worried about messing up, also the current world is just a shitty place.
So, you've used protective measures to prevent pregnancy. There's also Levi's train of thought that he doesn't think he could give you a child anyway, since he was so malnourished as a kid that led to stunted growth. He just figures it's affected other areas of development, though the Ackerman genes are strong so it may have cancelled out. Either way, neither of you are playing around with the fifty fifty odds.
But if the way he treats and cares for the scouts is any indication, you know that if he ever does change his mind one day, and if you ever did get pregnant, he'd be a wonderful father.
The sound of hoofbeats trotting closer pulls you from your thoughts. You run over to the window, seeing Levi sitting proudly in the saddle of his trusted horse.
You simply can't wait any longer, instead rushing outside to meet him.
You run up beside him, he's just reigned his horse in to a stop. He smiles down at you, his eyes roaming all over your body as he drinks you in for the first time in weeks.
He bends over you, you go on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. His hand gently supports your neck as he leans closer, staring at your lips, a gentle hunger in his eyes. Your hands move out for balance as you move closer to him, one on the horse's shoulder, the other on Levi's waist.
You can feel each other relax at finally kissing and being reunited. His lips are so soft on your own as he moves against your mouth slowly, the pent up longing and adoration rolling off him is intoxicating.
All too soon, his horse shifts slightly and it breaks the two of you. He laughs a little, affectionately stroking the back of your head.
"Sorry, let me get him dry and put away, then I'll be inside."
He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead before taking his horse over to the stable.
His mind drifts as feeds his horse, then cleans and brushes him dry.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
That's what everyone says, and it's proven true for him often. Every time he leaves, he realizes how much deeper his love and affection for you grow.
He also came to another realization while he was gone, one he knows you'll be excited about. A soft and dopey smile claims his face and he just can't shake it no matter how hard he tries, blush rising to his cheeks.
He's finally ready to start a family with you.
Once he's finished taking care of his horse, he takes a moment to freshen up at the small creek behind your house, before all but running to the front door.
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He's kissing you again as soon as the door is closed and his boots are off. This one is more heated, passionate. He picks you up and you can feel his strong arms flex as he does, sending heat straight through you.
He hums against your mouth, the vibrations of it resonate in your body, spreading through your veins.
He brings you to your shared room, gently settling you against the pillows. He shrugs his green cloak and scouts jacket off, tossing them unceremoniously at a chair in the corner.
He moves to hover above you, his knee gently pushes your legs apart, pressing against right where you need him the most, causing a breathy moan to escape you. He smiles, eyes practically sparkling at finally seeing you again.
He presses a few smiling kisses across your cheeks, then one against your nose. When he pulls back, the look in his eyes is still mushy, but it seems just a little heavier than before. Excitement and slight confusion swirl through you, he's acting a little too lovey dovey.
Did something happen?
You cradle his face in your hands before gently asking.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
He's hesitant, chewing on his lip and you can almost see the gears spinning in his head as he thinks how best to answer your question.
"I've missed you so much."
His breath hitches.
"While I was gone I had a lot of time to think, and I realized, just how badly I want my life to be with you.."
He pauses, but it's clear he'll continue his thought if you let him. Which you do. But no amount of time could prepare you for what he's about to say.
"And a family, forever."
A soft gasp trembles through you. Tears quickly gather in your eyes. Does he...
"Every time I leave, it gets a little more dangerous. And I don't… Well, I don't want to have any regrets, I've already put it off and denied you this dream for too long."
A gentle hand cups your cheek, his thumb trails along your skin.
"So tonight, we're not finished until you're stuffed so full of my cum it's impossible for you not to get pregnant."
His gentle voice saying such naughty things, a tender smile and slight blush on his face, eyes full of such love has a strong effect on you, mind quickly clouding over with desire for exactly that which he's mentioned.
"Nine months from now, we'll have another Ackerman. A tiny, sweet baby who's the perfect mix of both of us."
Your tears spill over at hearing his words, his sure promise. He kisses them away as they roll down your cheeks. Your voice is slightly shaking when you speak up.
"Thank you, my love."
He moves to kiss your temple, you clear your throat softly.
"I just ask one thing."
Another kiss, this time one on the delicate skin of your throat, the warmth of it makes you shudder slightly. He whispers against your neck:
"Name it and it's yours."
"Don't hold back."
He pulls back to gaze at you and, oh .
His eyes are burning with lust for you, and you know he's going to absolutely ravish you. You can't help but be excited though it makes you feel small, it's a delicious sensation being pinned under his gaze, your cheeks bloom red. This look is one meant only for you.
"What kind of man would I be to deny the love of my life such a request, hm?"
His tone is deep, heady. Pure desire evident in every word, every syllable.
He wastes no time, working to remove your clothes. He gathers your shirt before easily slipping it off you, fingers brushing against your warm skin as he does, that simple touch is enough to leave sparks behind.
Damn, you really have missed him.
He drinks in the sight of your bare upper body, having gone so long without seeing it. He leaves kisses down your chest, across your hips, stopping right above your pants. He flicks his eyes to yours, silently asking permission.
You nod softly, mouth running dry.
He slips off your pants and underwear in one swift move, tossing them on the ground somewhere. He unbuttons the first few inches of his own shirt, exposing his neck, but makes no move to take off the rest of his clothes just yet.
He returns to hover above you, lips on yours as one arm slips under your shoulders and he settles beside you. He pulls back too soon for your liking, head tilting up slightly to chase his mouth.
"Aw look at you, you're in the perfect position already-"
He whispers in your ear, causing you to shiver as the warmth of his breath fans across the sensitive skin of your neck.
"Get my fingers wet, yeah?"
You nod and he carefully slips his two middle fingers into your mouth. You suck at them, keeping eye contact with him knowing it drives him crazy, swirling your tongue around to get them wet enough for him to use on you.
All too soon he retracts them.
But you reward him with a broken sigh as he traces them around your entrance. He slowly slips one in, kissing your cheek as he starts to stroke and curl at the spot inside of you. Soon enough he adds his second finger, it stings only a little due to how well he's worked you up already.
"You're doing so good, taking my fingers so well."
His praise burns in your chest, warming you as it travels down, pooling in your stomach. Where that feeling begging for release is building steadily under his movements.
You start to grind against his hand, deepening the friction just enough. He speeds his fingers up slightly as you get closer, tensing around him. Your breathing is growing heavy, panting. When his hand on your shoulder trails down to tease your nipple, it's over for you.
"Levi-"
Whatever else you might have said dies in your throat, mind going fuzzy as you reach your high. Muscles instantaneously relaxing in tingling warmth, eyes fluttering shut at each wave. You curl into him slightly, hands clutching at his shirt, face buried against his neck inhaling his scent.
He whispers sweet nothings, punctuated by gentle kisses as you tremble in bliss. He revels in the feeling of you spasming around his fingers, which he still curls softly inside to prolong your pleasure as long as possible, paying attention not to overstimulate you.
When you've recovered, breath evened out, he removes his hand, causing you to whine softly. He sits up and finally takes off his own clothes, freeing his painfully hard cock, moving to kneel between your legs.
Now it's your turn to admire his body, especially stunning in the golden hour sunlight, like he's carved from marble.
Toned arms flexing as he pushes your thigh down with one hand, the other pumping himself a few times to ready himself for you. His beautiful torso heaving with heady, labored breaths.
He snaps you out of your reverie, gently asking if you're ready for him. When you tell him yes, he guides the head of his dick into you slowly, listening to your soft moan for any sign of pain.
He moves back to hovering above you as he continues to slowly push in, his moans and soft breaths mixing with yours. You gasp softly when he bottoms out, he lets out a moan from deep inside his chest, his head hanging down slightly as he works to calm down.
You both take a moment to simply revel in feeling one another again, you've missed the way he fills you, and he's missed your gentle heat that pulls him in and squeezes him just right.
He falls into a steady rhythm, stroking deep inside of you, hardly pulling out completely before he slowly plunges right back in. Your hands latch onto his biceps, needing something to ground you as he lazily drags against that spot. His arms rest on either side of your head, caging you as he kisses you deeply.
The gentle rustling of the sheets, sounds of skin slapping together with every thrust are the white noise accompanying your shared moans. The smell of sweat and arousal clouding your senses, near stifling heat radiating off your bodies.
The way he's holding and moving in you is so soft, so tender, he's practically worshipping your body. And not that he's ever been rough with you before, but this is so much more precious than he's ever been, almost as if he's treating you like you're already pregnant. It makes you want to cry all over again at the gentle care he's taking.
He's not sure if heaven is real, but he swears he's right there when he's like this, nestled between your legs. Pulled impossibly deeper into your warmth. He wants so badly to pound a baby into you, but he tamps the nearly animalistic urge down, he just can't bring himself to bruise your tender insides like that. Instead he continues to slowly, passionately roll his hips, plunging deep into you, taking his time. He wants this to last as long as possible for both of you.
"Lift your hips a bit for me."
You do, back arching off the bed slightly, you lose your breath for a moment as his dick slips in further. He stops moving and he trails a hand down to your hip, softly rubbing your skin to try and ground you.
"Breathe, sweetie."
His voice is calm, but you can see a hint of panic in his eyes, he's worried. It makes your heart flutter, as you finally manage to take a deep breath he sighs in relief.
His hand moves from your hip to behind you, resting against your lower back to keep you supported in this slightly lifted position. The other splays across your stomach.
"You're going to look so beautiful carrying our baby."
Tears sting your eyes again at his tenderness, his own eyes move down, a soft smile on his face. You can only guess he's imagining a bump where his hand is, making your heart feel like it could burst.
He really wants this.
He starts thrusting again. His dick is throbbing, you feel his pulse deep within you, it resonates throughout your whole body, mixing with your own pounding heart as he continues to push in and out of you.
You trail a hand up, resting it on the back of his head, pulling him closer and earning a moan from him when your fingers brush against his undercut.
"Levi, I'm gonna-"
You're so close, but for whatever reason you're a little scared to fall over the edge.
"Let go sweetheart, I've got you."
His words and protective arms slipping around you, anchoring you are the permission you didn't know you needed in the moment. You take a deep breath and surrender to bliss again.
"There you go."
His tone is soft, filled with almost wonder. His eyes stay on you as you're falling apart, there's a tiny smile on his face, it's full of pride and admiration. It makes your heart burn a million times hotter than it already is.
But it's quickly replaced with another sinful expression as he succumbs to his own high at feeling you clenching around him perfectly, mouth dropping open in a lewd moan. His eyes close, brows scrunching together as his hips still. The feeling of his throbbing cock, spilling hot cum deep inside you is new, but it feels so right.
Against the pleasure tearing through him, he moves a softly trembling hand to your thigh, stroking it, trying to relax you further and let your high last as long as possible.
You deserve it, and so much more.
You hold him close as you continue to ride out your orgasm, burying your face against his shoulder. He rests against you, though he's careful not to place all his weight on top of you as he sings your praises. Sweet whisperings of how much he's missed watching you crumble at his touch, how beautiful you are.
When you've both calmed down, soft aftershocks rippling through your bodies, he captures your lips in a tender yet searing kiss. He mumbles against you, smiling softly.
"Are you feeling alright?"
You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, humming happily.
"Yes, I'm fine Levi."
He kisses along your jaw, stopping at your ear to whisper.
"Well, I've got one more in me if you're up for it."
You can indeed feel that he's already hard again, but he's leaving the choice up to you. And though you're growing tired you suddenly feel greedy, you absolutely need him to give you more. You swallow thickly.
"Please Levi -"
His breath hitches at your tone, small and begging.
"Pump me full of your babies just like you promised."
A near growl escapes him.
His hands hook right below your knees, carefully pushing your legs up to your chest, which lets him hit deeper inside of you than you've ever felt him, though the position is slightly uncomfortable. You cry out at feeling just how deep, his hips falter for a moment, an extremely dazed expression washing over his face. Then he's back to his slow, lazy strokes.
His hands are gentle, but his touch burns. Your hands grip onto his elbows.
His mind is so hazy from his last orgasm that he's losing control, that need to intensify his thrusts returns and it's all he can think of. He grabs the headboard with one hand to ground himself as he picks up the pace just enough to satisfy that overwhelming need, but not to hurt you, something he never wants to do.
He watches for any hint from you that you're feeling uncomfortable, but your moaning, beautiful debauched expressions and soft whimpers of "don't stop, don't stop-" tell him he's doing just fine.
The sounds of both of your pleasured moans and cries, mixed with the lewd squelching of his previous release is a sinful symphony he simply has to commit to memory. He looks down to where you're taking him so perfectly, his now frothy white cum dripping out of you and down his cock with each thrust, he feels feral, desperate.
He feels you tensing around him again, and he's not far from releasing either. He leans over you keeping your legs pinned up with his chest, kissing you deeply as his hands slip under your head in a protective cradle, thumbs reaching to stroke your temples.
He lets out broken moans, soft, fervent and breathless mumblings of You're doing so good, I love you so much. You want my baby so badly, I'm going to fill you so well, so fucking deep. I'm going to give you the perfect baby, a sweet little baby, yeah? Oh, I can't wait, we're going to have the cutest kid.
He kisses you once again, it's hot and messy as both your minds are clouding over. He breaks the kiss and both of you catch your breath just in time to lose it again as you climax together.
Shaking arms hold onto him for dear life, nails digging crescents into the skin of his back as you arch up into him. He returns the embrace, holding you close against him as he spills into you again. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, beating in near perfect sync with yours.
His hand finds one of yours still resting around his back, his fingers threading through your own, squeezing tenderly as he pins it down against the mattress. His wedding band presses into your skin, you tighten your grip in return.
You calm down together, breath subconsciously syncing as you fall back down to earth. The room is washed in the gentle orange and pink tones of the now setting sun, further relaxing you as you hold one another, fevered and sweaty bodies pressed together.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, and you admire how incredibly beautiful he looks post sex. His eyes are clearer though still half lidded, his hair is messy, some strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. His cheeks and tips of his ears are ruddy, nearly the same shade as the pink of the sunset. His tiny, dazed smile is breathtaking.
His dick is still inside of you, preventing any more of his release from dripping out. Almost as if he can read your mind, and maybe he can, he speaks up softly.
"Can we stay like this for a bit longer?"
It's always interesting to see the shyer, more reserved side of your husband that surfaces right after sex, his timid plea to stay connected a stark contrast to his confident requests and those positions he was putting you in just moments ago. But you adore it, because this is his truest self, not Captain, not humanity's strongest soldier. Just Levi, your Levi.
"Of course."
He smiles then helps your legs down out of that folded position, careful not to slip out of you. His arms hold you close once again as he buries his head against the crook of your neck, you return his embrace, hands resting against his toned back.
He wasn't lying earlier when he said you'd be stuffed. His cum feels so heavy, but it's a strangely comfortable, dull weight. His gentle, hoarse voice pulls you from your thoughts.
"I'm sorry it's taken me so long."
You know what he's hinting at, he's apologizing for not trying for a family sooner. It makes your heart ache, there's nothing wrong with what he did. You run a gentle hand along his shoulders, your other plays with his hair.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. You weren't ready just yet, you don't have to apologize for that."
You can feel him nod against your shoulder, you tighten your arms around him just a little. It's your turn to press kisses all over his face, a smattering across his cheeks, a few to his temple, and finally one against his nose. Your pride and love for him welling up again.
"Mm, you're going to be an amazing father Levi."
Tears quickly spring to his eyes, your faith in him is so sweet, so beautiful. Just like you. He hopes your child will be as loving and caring as you are as opposed to his own staunch personality.
He pulls back, you notice his tears and bring a hand up to gingerly wipe them away. Your hand rests on his face, thumb running along his cheek, right below his eyes.
"I hope they have your eyes."
His breath hitches, more tears fall as a watery smile lights up his face. Your own tears start to form. You both take turns imagining your baby as you cry happily together.
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When you finally build up the strength to pull away from each other, you spend the rest of your evening together in a warm, relaxing bath.
You lie back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, hands moving to periodically massage your thighs which are achy from that folded position.
You notice (and can't help but smile when you do) that his hands often gravitate towards your stomach, resting protectively against it. His fingers drawing random shapes against your skin under the water every so often as he hums dreamily and happily.
uhm yeah so Armin in the newest ep has me feeling some type of way and this happened.
I’m sure this is white noise against the roaring onslaught of pegging Armin fics, but I had to make an attempt lol.
Word count, 2,330. cross posted on my ao3 itsemomamoru and wattpad madsaruu.
It's a late Sunday afternoon, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains creates a warm, glowing atmosphere. And you swear you're living in a painting. The weekends for you and Armin consist of near constant cuddles, only getting up for food or to use the bathroom. Then it's right back in each other's arms.
And it's the same this weekend, just like so many you've shared over the course of your relationship. You've already been the little and big spoon, but your current position is Armin lying on your chest, listening to your gentle heartbeat. Your legs are wrapped around him, keeping him close as you play with his hair, savoring the soft sounds he makes when you scratch at his neat undercut.
You start pressing kisses in his hair, (that smells a little too suspiciously like your shampoo) against his temple, one below his ear. Suddenly he shifts to rest his chin against you, looking up and into your eyes. A gentle smile lights up his face before softly asking.
"Do you want to do my makeup?"
It's your turn to smile. Doing each other's makeup is something you do a lot and you've grown fond of.
"Sure, baby."
You kiss him once more, this time on his forehead before untangling yourself from him to get up and retrieve supplies. You settle on a liquid eyeliner, and some lip gloss, a rather simple look. But it'll look perfect on him nonetheless.
When you return he's laying back against the pillows, patting his legs implying he wants you to straddle him while you doll him up.
Which you of course do. You put your knees on either side of him, digging into the bed for support as you settle on his stomach and hips. His legs scoot up behind you, creating a support of sorts, finally his hands latch onto your thighs. The warmth of his fingers seep into your skin as he plays with the plush softness of your legs, he gets a little playful, trailing a finger below the hem of your pajama shorts.
You ignore that and get right to work, instructing him to close his eyes. Since you only grabbed two things, and since you don't want this to be over too soon, you take your time.
You bend over, resting your wrist against his cheek to steady your hand as you slowly draw a line along his stunning lashes, giving him a slight wing at the edge. You gently wave your hand above it to dry it, then you repeat the same steps on his other eye.
You have him open his eyes again, instructing him to look at the ceiling. You mark an even thinner line along his lower lashes, then you do the same to the other.
Next you pump the lip gloss a few times to mix it up, he makes a puckered, kissing motion with his lips. You coat them in a thin layer, just enough to give him some shine and sparkle, but not enough to be sticky or heavy. You instruct him to smack his lips together to finish evenly spreading the gloss, which he does.
He's barely done when you kiss him, he's just too beautiful and adorable and perfect not to. He sighs softly as he returns it, his grip on your thighs tightens slightly.
You shift your hips a little, slightly grinding your ass on his dick as you simultaneously deepen the kiss, he moans deeply against your mouth. He feels weightless, breathless as you move against him. His mind is already spinning and dizzy, blood rushing down between his legs faster than he'd like to admit.
He pulls away to breathe, little pants escaping his slightly open mouth. His beautiful blue eyes are already growing hazy as he gazes up at you, his cheeks blushing a little at just how quickly his cock is hardening. The liner and gloss make his sinful expression that much more enticing. You brush a piece of hair away from his face, ghosting the shell of his ear.
"What do you need my darling boy?"
He swallows thickly.
"Fuck me, please."
His begging tone isn't anything you haven't heard before, but it always sends fire straight through you. The feeling of knowing you're the only one who gets him this flustered is amazing.
You tell him to strip, then you go to trade the liner and gloss for your strap and lube, smiling at the sound of clothes being hastily removed and tossed on the floor.
Armin is already naked and on his stomach, ass up just a little, more so from muscle memory. But it'll be uncomfortable if he does it without something under him. You run a gentle hand along his spine, eliciting a little shiver.
"Lift your hips a bit for me, hm?"
He does and you slip a folded pillow underneath his stomach to brace him, careful not to trap his dick. He sags against the support, legs spreading just a little wider.
You squirt some of the lube onto your fingers, taking a minute to warm it up first. Then you slowly, easily slip a finger into his ass, circling and working him open. Narrowly avoiding his prostate to mess with him a little. By the time you've just gotten to two fingers he's impatiently, brokenly whining for you to just "shove your strap in already."
What kind of lover would you be to deny your boyfriend such a request?
You slip into the harness, coating the silicone dick with lube, rubbing it all over, wiping your hand off on the bed when you're satisfied. A small hiss leaves him as he feels the slick tip pressing in, you remind him to relax and breathe, hands move to massage his hips. You slowly continue to sink into him, until it's fully inserted. He whimpers at the feeling of being so full, you let him take a moment to adjust, leaving butterfly soft kisses across his shoulder blades.
You gather his arms behind him, holding them together with one of your hands, the other brushes against the dimples at the base of his spine, making him relax just a little.
And you can't help but admire just how beautiful he looks like this, exposed and small beneath you. Toned arms pinned against his equally toned and beautiful back, head turned and cheek smooshed against the sheets so he can kind of see you, a small smirk on his face. Your eyes move down, drinking in the view of his perfect ass taking your fake cock so deep, legs spread against the bed. His own dick and balls hanging beneath him and resting against the pillow under his hips, tip blushing an angry red, a bead of precum already forming and practically sparkling in the sunlight.
You snap out of your reverie and a testing thrust is granted, based on the sound he makes he approves. You start pushing in and out of him just how he likes it, deep, slow and lazy. His eyes flutter open and shut, nearly rolling back in his head at the slow drags against that spot deep inside him.
Your free hand moves from his lower back to trail up his neck, fingers tenderly threading into his hair, earning a shiver as they brush over his undercut, thumb reaching to rub the spot just behind his ear as you continue to roll in and out of him.
"You're doing so good, taking me so well."
A tender kiss to his shoulder cements your words. You move to whisper in his ear, he shudders at feeling your breath fan across the sensitive skin of his neck.
"You're always so pretty like this Armin."
He feels warmth blooming in his chest, it quickly travels down, pooling in the pit of his stomach. Where that familiar heavy, fire is steadily building up.
His cries and moans tumble out of him unchecked, mixing with the lewd sounds of your thrusts in a rising, debauched symphony. Everytime you plunge into him with your dildo, hitting that spot, he comes further undone. Your fingers are always amazing, but the way your fake cock all but strikes across his g spot? It's mind-blowing, reaching further, resonating deeper and it's his absolute favorite.
Tears fall from his eyes, further warming his already hot red cheeks. But not from pain no, you would never hurt him. His emotions simply swirl violently, he is reminded over and over again, with each of your thrusts how loved he is. How could he not tear up when you're filling and stretching him so well? Singing gentle praises that send his heart racing.
His dick brushes against the fabric of the pillow under him with each thrust and he swears he's in heaven, his eyes fluttering shut, breathy moans escaping him. His nipples drag against the sheets with every move, his entire chest feels hot and damn he's not going to last much longer. His thighs- scratch that. His entire body is trembling the closer he gets to his peak.
But he'd never ask you to stop, it feels too damn good. He's so addicted to you and your touch. Soft hands on his hips, pulling him closer as you thrust into him, reaching deeper than earlier. He bites his lip to keep from screaming at a particularly deep thrust that sends sparks rushing down his body.
His cock is aching and so heavy, precum oozing from his sensitive, burning tip. He's slack jawed, drooling onto the sheets. His arms that were gathered together behind him in the beginning, have now fallen limp near his sides.
He mumbles something along the lines of "I'm so close." Your hands move down to massage the backs of his thighs, then his ass. Trying to get him even more relaxed so his orgasm will be more intense and last longer.
He deserves it.
He seizes up, calling out your name. He wants so badly to hold your hand, but he's simply too weak to move it, he's incredibly frustrated. His tears resurface as he feels your fingers slip between his, giving a gentle squeeze. He wonders, can you read his mind?
His mouth falls open in a silent cry as he lets go, finally tumbling over that edge and limply basking in bliss. Blood roars in his ears, he swears he can see the stars as ecstasy courses through his entire body.
He lets out breathy whines and soft whimpers as his body releases all of that built up tension, his stomach convulsing each time his dick empties onto the sheets. He is completely spent, muscles going lax, warmth and gentle numbness spreading through him causing him to all but melt into the sheets.
He can't keep his eyes open anymore, and he doesn't even try. Simply surrendering to everything his body is feeling as he clenches and spasms around your dildo. But you're right there to keep him anchored, to keep him from breaking. Your gentle hand rubbing against his hips, lips pressing against his temple, his shoulders. Your voice telling him such pretty things, guiding him through each crashing wave of bliss.
You wait until he's ready for you to pull out, and even then you're careful. He gets overstimulated easily, and the dildo brushing against his now tender prostate as you retract could be extremely unpleasant and even painful for him.
His breathing returns to normal and he lets out a long, content and relaxed sigh. You know he's recovered enough to move, but you still give him a heads up. He nods as you pull out.
You help him roll over onto his back, kissing him when you do. Your lips move against his so sweetly, so passionately that it resonates deep within his core. And if he could, he would release again right now. The power you hold over him is something else. Too soon for his liking, you pull back.
He's so beautiful.
His eyeliner is smudged, some dark streaks running down his splotchy red cheeks, lip gloss smeared across his mouth, mixed with spit and dripping down his slightly flushed neck. His hair is a mess, some strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes are glossy, slightly pink from crying. He's hiccuping softly, aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through him.
He looks positively wrecked, but he's still so gorgeous, the sunlight highlighting his golden hair.
You slip off your strap and gently get him cleaned up with a warm cloth, careful of the tender skin of his dick as you wipe his sticky release from it. You can deal with the sheets later. Next you grab some makeup remover wipes, and gingerly clean off the streaky liner and messy gloss, paying attention not to hurt the irritated skin of his cheeks. His eyes stay locked on you the whole time, an impossibly soft, dazed smile on his face.
Finally you slip one of your favorite sweatshirts over his head, helping his arms through the sleeves. It barely covers his ass, and he has to cuff the sleeves. You wonder how literally everything he does is so perfect, so breathtaking.
You cup his face, gently asking.
"Are you hungry or anything, sweetie?"
He shakes his head softly, cheeks still slightly flushed.
"No, I just want to cuddle with you again."
Of course. You lie down and motion for him to join you, he wastes no time as he settles his back against your chest. One arm goes around his shoulders, hand reaching to rest against his heart. Your other hand moves to slip under the sweatshirt, resting on his stomach, thumb stroking his skin tenderly.
He hums happily as he melts into your embrace, you nuzzle into his neck, burying your face against his shoulder.
"I love you."
His voice is nothing more than a whisper. Yours is the same when you reply right back.
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