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@levievent's LeviNSFW26 day 01: postwar + age difference
βΛβ‘ levi didn't really need an assistant at the tea shopβ¦
βΛβ‘ postwar!Levi x Marleyan ex-soldier fem!reader. 4.2k words. NSFW. age difference, a little background for the reader, blowjobs, cum eating, semi-public (stockroom), handjobs, giving levi a bath/showering together, unprotected piv, cowgirl and creampie (mentioned)
uggghhh took me a while to get back to writing. i've completely lost confidence in my writing (myself, in general) the past month, been so demotivated because of it while also so drained at work :( anyways, i hope you all still like this even if i dont lol honestly, i wasn't going to post this if it weren't for @aphroditaeon (she believes in me more than i myselfπ) π«Άβ€οΈ thank you, as always, for being my number one supporter!!! <333
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Levi doesnβt need an assistant at the tea shop. Itβs barely been a year since it opened! He can count in both hands his regulars and most days are slow since there are plenty of other more established tea shops around and cafes that offer the so-called βcoffeeβ drink that the younger generation seem to prefer. But Gabi was persistent. Said you were good at chores and that you would be a big help at managing the shop. Even used the βher landlady would evict her if she missed another rent paymentβ guilt card which forced him to agree. That wasnβt his concern, still isnβt, but as people say: third timeβs a charmβfortunately for Gabi (and you) and unfortunately for him. Twice he was able to say no, but the third, he couldnβt anymore. Not when Gabi brought you with her. Not when the way you looked at him made him weak in his already-weak-knees. He didnβt understand it then and he still doesnβt until now.
And he definitely canβt fathom how or why heβs in the stock room, slouched on a stool, thighs trembling, head thrown back against a jar of tea leaves, and mouth open in a breathy sigh while his cock slides in and out of your mouth.
Heβs not going to lie, you really are good at maintaining the cleanliness of the shop. You even donated potted plants to make the shop look appealing and a phonograph to play classical songs in the background, bringing color and life to the place. Itβs only been six months since you started, yet youβve already brought so much life to the shop (read: to his life), so much more than he ever could and would. Thereβs not one bad thing he could say about you, not one reason to fire you. You need not be told what to do, always ready to greet the customers with a smile (something he isnβt good at), prepared to help them choose which tea to drink (which, to his surprise, you know a lot of), serve orders right after theyβre made, and clean up after the customers left. Youβd wash the used teacups without being told, wipe them dry, and organize them on the overhead cupboards just the way he prefers. It didnβt take him long to realize heβs been watching you (and enjoying it) from behind the counter all this time.
And you are so, so good at making him feel good. So fucking nice to look at when youβre on the ground and between his knees, your calloused fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly while you suck at the head. He forces himself to look at you, eyes half-lidded, his cheeks a faint red, and it always catches him off-guard, makes him choke out a gasp, when he finds you already looking at him. A hum escapes his throat at the sight of your smile around his cock, his eyes rolling back so hard when your lips wrap around his head.
He breathes your name out, setting his eyes on you again. βGo deeper,β he murmurs.
You prop yourself up with your forearms on his thighs, careful not to hurt his knee. He grabs at the shelves on each side of him, gripping so hard his fingers turn white, still unable to make himself touch you with his disgusting hands. You let go of his cock, and he chokes out a moan, head hitting the jars on his back when you take all of him into your mouth, deep down your throat that your nose touches his stomach and you twitch and gag on his head. A sharp pain tears through his knee when his hips buck up in reflex, thrusting his dick further despite already hitting the back of your throat. You pull back with a loud gasp and an admonishing laugh that makes him sigh out another cuss. Levi watches you caressing his thighs. Youβre staring back at him, tongue stuck out and pressed against the frenulum of his cock, your hands momentarily sliding up his pelvis and under the fabric of his shirt while his cock disappears into your mouth once more.
βFuckββ he utters weakly, body shuddering as his cockhead hits the back of your throat.
He canβt believe heβs once again allowed himself to be this pathetic disabled man so easily reduced to a whimpering mess by a girl fifteen years younger than him. How can he let you do this? And in his tea shop, for that matter! How can he disgrace you and his little tea shop?!
How the heck are you so good? How the heck do you look so fucking good with your mouth around his cock?
βFuck,β he sighs, thighs shaking, the coils in his belly starting to tighten. Your fingers wrap around his girth once more, stroking him while you kiss down his length, earning a twitch from his cock and a stream of pre-cum leaking from the slit. βI think Iβmββ
βPlease, Captain,β you cut him off, smiling prettily. Knowingly. He loves it when you call him that, you can tell. Even when he says heβs not that person anymore.
βShit!β His toes curl in his shoes.
You grab at his hips, bracing yourself as you take him back into your mouth. He cries out a moan, and when his head hits your uvula and your throat tightens around him from another gag, the coil in his stomach finally snaps. His body shudders as a huge wave of pleasure takes over. You pull back slightly, fingers immediately wrapping around the base, stroking him hard and fast while you suck the cum right out his twitching cock. Suck harder and his soul might also leave his body. Levi bucks his hips once, twice, and stops when the pain in his knee becomes too much. He lets out a whimper, though heβs unsure if itβs because of the pain, or the pleasure, or the desperation to fill your throat until youβre choking on his cum. You giggle around him, eventually pulling away once heβs finished. Levi lets out a breathy sigh, tired yet very satisfied, as he watches the movement in your throat when you swallow.
Smiling, you wipe the corner of your mouth for a little show. βYou good?β
βYeah,β he answers, breathless. βAre you?β
You nod. βFelt good?β
βYes.β No doubt about that.
You stand up. He straightens up in his seat when you begin to unzip your pants.
βBrat,β he utters, alarmed. He knows where this is going. Youβre going to ride him next, and it wouldnβt even take him five minutes before heβs cumming again.
With the boots youβre wearing, you struggle a little to step out of your pants and underwear. Itβs one of the things he likes about you: the not-so-fancy clothes or dresses (not that heβs going to ever say that out loudβat least, not yet).
βWhat?β you chuckle. βA good soldier should be rewarded, right?β
βYes, butββ The words die in his throat when you sit on his lap. His hands immediately find your waist, keeping you still.
You lightly poke his nose before draping your arms over his shoulders. βNever had a girl go head over heels for you when you were younger?β A rhetorical question, one you always ask when youβre doing this with him. You know he wouldβve had a line of women vying for his attention. Youβre sure he was famous not just because he was Captain of a squad. Even until now, despite the broken eye and the scar on his face, heβs still the most handsome man youβve ever laid eyes upon.
But Levi sighs, quietly as if he doesnβt want you hearing it. Thereβs a sad smile on his face, almost regretful, that you wouldβve missed if you arenβt looking closely.
βI didnβt know,β he says, thumbs lightly brushing your hips. βWith the threat of titans and all the fighting to survive, I didnβt have time for such things.β
Your shoulders drop. Levi lost half of his life battling monsters because of your people. Because of you. You begin to wonder how he could keep you with him at the shop. By his side. You canβt understand how he could still look at you so gently like you werenβt someone who killed his people during the war.
A gentle squeeze on your hips pulls you back to reality.
βYouβre in there again,β he murmurs knowingly.
You shrug it off, then respond with a coy smile, βwell, now youβve got all the time in the world.β He only hums, and you take that as a positive response and begin rolling your hips, rubbing your wetness against his cock. βAnd weβll make every second of it count.β
His hands trail up, staying at your waist. βIβm too old for you.β
You pause just to click your tongue at him, as if scolding a child. βOnly I get to say that.β
βItβs true though,β he insists.
Pressing your foreheads together, you resume rolling your hips into his. βFifteen years isnβt a lot.β You place a chaste kiss on his lips.
βYou do know how much fifteen years is, donβt you?β he chuckles.
A loud knock from the main door startles the two of you. Levi glances at his wristwatch.
βThey arenβt supposed to be back in another hour!β you cry out, pulling yourself away from him. βUgh!β
Gabiβs shouting outside, calling your name and Leviβs. You quickly put back your underwear and pants on, glancing at Levi as he pushes himself up from the chair. You hurry over to help him pull his pants up to his waist.
βGo. Tell them weβre stocking up the shelves.β
You look over at the boxes of tea, none of which are open.
βFive minutes.β You close the door behind you.
Levi straightens his clothes and starts unboxing, get things moving even a little bit. Outside the stockroom, he hears you asking the trio how their days went, making small talks. You discuss your plan for dinner, a little belated celebration for Falcoβs birthday. It doesnβt take long before Gabiβs asking about Levi while walking towards the stockroom.Β
βHey, old man,β she calls over to the man in question, who has just opened the second box. βLetβs get going! Itβs the weekend!β
βItβs only Friday,β he answers.
βFriday night,β she points out.
Levi glances at his watch. βTen minutes to four.β
βCome on, Grandpa,β Gabi chuckles, rolling her eyes. βYou need to relax sometimes!β
Huh. He does need to relax after what youβve done to him. He could still feel his heart hammering in his chest after his last orgasm!
βIβll just finish this second box,β he answers with a sigh.
βFalcoβs gonna help with the rest of the boxes!β Gabi volunteers, turning to the boy in question. βRight, Falco?β
βOf course,β he answers in a βdo-I-get-a-choiceβ sigh.
Thirty minutes later, your group heads out to a steakhouse downtown, where you wait for another half hour before a table big enough to accommodate your group is cleared. You each get a steak meal, fruit juices for the kids, and a bottle of wine for yourself, Levi, and Onyankopon. A simple celebration. Quiet, but a happy one. Gabi recounts memories when she and Falco were still with the Warriors, birthdays they celebrated with Udo and Zofia. There is bitterness in her voice even though sheβs smiling through her stories. You hate reminiscing. Thereβs nothing nice to remember when you were still in the military, not when the only friend you had died in battle. It was your fault after all. He may still be alive if only you didnβt run away. He may still be alive if you took him with you when you ran away.
You have been selfish. You still are, choosing to show up before Levi everyday despite knowing you were once with the people who made their lives a living hell.
βSo, tell us what youβre grateful for, Falco!β Gabiβs voice pulls you out of your thought bubble.
You glance in Leviβs way, realizing heβs watching. He mustβve noticed you zoning out, knows what thoughts are in your head. You look away, pretending to stir your wine.
Falcoβs reluctant for a moment. βWellβ¦ I am grateful that we are all here and that you remembered myβ¦ my birthday,β his voice cracks, tears clouding his vision. βItβs been a while since weβve celebrated this peacefully.β
βAww, youβre such a cry-baby!β Gabi teases. βWhat else?β
βThatβs it,β he sniffles.
βThatβs it?!β She complains.
βA-huh. Your turn.β
βWhat? It isnβt my birthday!β
βIt isnβt, but the birthday celebrant wants to hear what you all have to say too,β Falco says with a chuckle, looking at each of you across the table.
Gabi smacks her forehead, earning a laugh from Onyankopon, who volunteers to go next. He says heβs grateful for the food and that he got a job to keep himself from starving and to keep a roof over his head. Then, he passes the spotlight to you.
You know what to say but somehow, the words wonβt come out. You donβt want to ruin the mood, but besides the fact that you get to do whatever youβre doing with Leviβwhich, you obviously canβt disclose to anyone around the tableβthe only other thing you are grateful for is thatβ¦
β...I ran away,β you say, almost inaudible. Then, you look up, meeting Leviβs eyes, and in a louder voice you continue, βif I hadnβt, I wouldnβt be here with you all. What I did was a disgrace, but Iβm glad I did it.β You swallow, remembering your late friend. βSomehow,β you added shakily, unsure suddenly, shame immediately eating up your insides.
βYou still fought,β Falco points out. βAnd you kept us safe. Remember?β
βMhm!β Gabi agrees eagerly. βYou looked after our families!β
You nod, although weakly, as if you arenβt convinced yourself.
βNone of you kids shouldβve been there,β Onyankopon adds.
Thereβs a bitter smile on your lips when you turn to him. βIβm no kid. Iβm twenty-five.β But you understand him. You were nineteen when you were conscripted. No one at that age shouldβve experienced being in the frontlines of war.
βYou did what you had to do to live,β says Gabi. βWe all did.β
You shrug, turning back to Levi. βNot so good a soldier, am I?βΒ
He doesnβt answer. You know he thinks otherwise. He always tells you what you did isnβt wrong. That you shouldβve had a choice back then.
He holds your gaze for a moment, and knowing itβs his turn without you having to voice it out, he says, βIβm grateful that we are all here celebrating.β
βCome on, you can do better than that,β Gabi protests.
Levi looks at her, unbothered. βYour turn.β
Gabi purses her lips. And then, she sighs and smiles softly. βWe made it out alive.β
βThatβs it?β Falco counters.
βThatβs it!β She raises her glass of juice. βCheers to us!β
Thatβs something you all easily agree with. Glasses raise and clinks together for a toast to whatβs ahead and to the birthday celebrant.
Theyβre right. What matters is you being here. You are alive. Whatβs done is done, and you only did what you had to do to stay alive. You will forever bear the guilt of running away, but that doesnβt mean you canβt be happy anymore.
The day ends sooner than you wouldβve wanted. You and Levi part ways from Onyankopon, Gabi, and Falco, whose houses are in the opposite direction. You pull your coat tighter around yourself, closing the space between you and Levi after looking behind you to confirm the trio are out of eyeshot. You shove your hands into your pockets, kick at the thin sheet of snow that covers the ground, before latching onto Leviβs arm.
βSo cold,β you chuckle.
βTake my scarf.β
You squeeze his arm. βIβm good. Thank you.β
The two of you walk in silence, side by side, until you finally reach your house.
Standing at your doorstep, you turn to face him with a shy smile. βItβd be nice to have someone to cuddle with on this cold night.β
βJust ask, brat,β he says with an eyeroll and a chuckle.
You open the door and take his hand. βYou should come in.β
And he does, closing the door behind him. You kiss him slowly, your cold hands trailing up his chest and hooking over his shoulders. Itβs so quiet all you hear is the sound of your lips against his, none of his breathing nor yours, for time seems to have stopped and with it your lungs from needing air. He is your oxygen, your blood. Everything you need. He gently wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Pulling away slightly, you smile at his pink cheeks and smoldering eyes.
βStay for the night,β you hum, touching his cheek. Warm. They feel so nice against your fingers.
βWe both had drinks.β
βNothing will happen,β you promise.
You both know thatβs a lie.
You take his hand and turn to faceβ¦ the stairs. βShit. I forgot.β
βI didnβt.β He squeezes your hand. Reassuring. βGo start heating water. Iβll be fine.β
βYou sure?β
βI can still walk, brat,β he points out, no heat in his voice.
You let out a little cheer before placing a peck on his lips and then heading upstairs.
He steps out of his shoes, pushing them aside by the main door, which he makes sure is locked before following you upstairs. Levi tries not to be negatively affected by it, but it still takes him almost a minute to climb just an eight-step staircase. Forty six seconds, to be exact, for just eight steps. For fuckβs sake.
Heβs not the kind of man you should be with.
When you come out of the bathroom, youβre humming to a song, dressed in just your plum sweater and underwear, walking into your room to get a pair of sleepwear for you and Levi. He takes a moment to catch his breath and lets the burning sensation in his knee subside. You always remind him to be patient with himself. Healing and recovering takes time, you always say, and youβve always been patient with him even when heβs too much of a burden. You deserve better.
But he canβt leave you. Whatever it is he feels for you, he feels so intensely, he canβt bring himself to walk away.
βYou good?β
He lets out a deep sigh. βYeah.β
You hug the clothes and towels against your chest and take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You help him undress, unbuttoning his trench coat, taking his shirt off, then his slacks, underwear, and socks. He watches you fold them neatly on the counter before starting the shower, letting the water run for a few seconds until steam fills the bathroom and clouds the mirror. You help him step into the bath with you, enjoying a short moment of comfort under the hot water that pours over your heads and down your bodies. When itβs time to bathe, he leans back against the wall while you scratch his hair to wet it thoroughly. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he doesnβt want to go: he likes how you take care of him. He likes this kind of affection.
It feels so nice he wants time to stop so he could be with you for as long as possible. You always make him feel that way.
Maybe it isnβt so bad to want to be cared for the rest of his life.
He places his good hand on your back, the one with complete fingers, letting it sit at the top of your bum. You take a step closer, right thigh between his thighs, so close that it rubs against his cock whenever you move. He keeps his eyes glued to yours. You stare back, a ghost of a smile curling your lips. You know what youβre doing to him, what each barely-there contact does, sending jolts up his belly, rousing his body from sleep. The first twitch comes when you scratch at his undercut, and he barely manages to suppress the moan that escapes his mouth.
βDonβt tease,β he groans, and you only laugh. A bit late for that, because by the time youβre done washing the soap from his body, his cockβs already up.
βYou sure you donβt want to?β You ask with a lilt in your voice.
No. He swallows down the word and says, βletβs not waste water.β
You chuckle. βOkay, gramps. Your back, please.β
He turns around, hands pressed on the wall for support. He notices the holes.Β
βWhat are these for?β
βOhβ¦β you hesitate, but you know thereβs no point in keeping it from him. βI was going to install handrails for you to hold onto at times like this.β
His lips part, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Why would you do that? Why would you go through such lengths for him?
You pull closer, pressing your body to his, arms wrapped around his body. βDonβt you like it?β You ask, thinking his silence mustβve meant he disliked the gesture.
βIβ I doβ¦ I appreciate it,β he forces out. βBut you didnβt have to.β
βDidnβt have to, but I wanted to.β You place a kiss at the nape of his neck. Your left hand inches up his left pectoral, while the other takes his cock and starts stroking it. βItβll help especially when I do this.β
βShitββ He murmurs your name.
βHmm?β You twirl his nipple in your fingers, pulling at it to stiffen. βHow about this? Do you like it?β
βYβyeahβ¦β So much that his knees almost give out when your fingers focus on the head of his cock, stroking deliberately in a circular motion.
βI knew you would,β you murmur with another chuckle, pressing your thumb against the frenulum and then dragging it up the slit, drawing out some precum. That also pulls out a whimper from him and causes his hips to jerk back, which, unfortunately, sends a sharp pain down his bad knee.
Levi says your name in warning. You pull back with an apology.
Fuck. Fuck! He should be the one apologizing.
He shifts his weight on his other leg, but the discomfort in his knee wouldnβt go away.
You grab the soap and start cleaning his back. βSorry. I didnβt want to hurt you.β
βYou did not.β He turns his face to look you in the eyes.
That brings a smile to your lips as you continue to wash his back, all the way down to his legs and feet. He still canβt believe how youβre patient with him, how you make things so much easier for him without asking anything in return.
How did he get this lucky? Does he even deserve this? Does he deserve you?
When youβre done with his back, you ask him to face you once more so you could wash his front thoroughly. He turns without a word, then pulls you into a hug.
βOh,β you chuckle, hugging him back. For a moment, itβs just the sound of the shower that can be heard until you look up at him to ask βwhatβs wrong?β
βNothing,β he says, even when all he wants to sayβto ask forβis that you never get tired of him. βDo you have the rails? Letβs install them tomorrow.β
You smile widely, and it steals his breath away.
When heβs all rinsed, he steps out of the shower to start drying himself with a towel. He watches you wash the shampoo off your hair, his heart swelling with emotions while thoughts race in his mind. He wishes he could do the same to you: wash your hair for you, scrub your body clean, fuck you under the shower, make you cum with his fingers, make you cum some more with his mouth (and his cock, if only his knees could handle his weight.)
He wants to be better for you, but he knows he canβt rush himself to heal. He does have to be patient with himself like you are with him.
βDid I forget anything?β you ask, realizing heβs still in the bathroom.
He shakes his head and starts getting dressed. βIβll wait for you in bed.β
βBe there in a few minutes.β
Levi prepares the bed for the two of youβthatβs the least he could do. And when you finally join him fifteen minutes later, he no longer stops you when you pull his trousers and briefs down and then lay on your stomach between his legs. He watches you closely as you kiss his still soft cock, nuzzling the head with your nose before taking him and stroking him with your mouth, so slowly until heβs hard as a rock and he comes. He doesnβt stop you when you mount him (he does choke out a βwait!β, but doesnβt get the chance to ask if you still have pills because youβre already taking him back inside you with your other set of lips). He doesnβt stop himself when he grabs your waist gently, a reminder that heβs got you should you get tired. He doesnβt stop you when you lean forward, pressing him down on the bed with your hands on his chest, as your hips move fast and your moans grow louder, more desperate, even louder, until youβre a twitching and whimpering mess on top of him.
And he doesnβt resist when he says heβs cumming and you tell him to do it inside you.
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levi ackerman x f!reader - ghost au - mentions of death/afterlife
In truth, you know the answer: to occupy yourself with a spirit that isn't of this earth means that you can take a little breather from the real world. Levi brings a comfort no living human can rival β he's funny, he engages, he's unapologetically himself.
You've told him a dozen times that you can stop this, leave him alone, if he wants peace. Levi claims peace is a luxury people like him so rarely get.
In another life, he had friends. Hopes. Wants.
So you listen, too.
And you hope you give him as much comfort as Levi gives you.
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levi ackerman x f!reader - ghost au - mentions of death/afterlife
"Do you ever wish you could come back to life?" you ask as you lay on your bed, headphones in place. Weeks have past. You've lost count how many conversations you've managed with Levi. "Like⦠a rebirth or reincarnation, or something?"
You swear you hear a laugh, as faint as it may be. "Wouldn't β know β how to live β now."
"Because you're too old?"
"Brat."
The name calling comes over with conviction. You can't help but burst into genuine laughter.
"I would show you all the modern day stuff, don't worry," you tease.
"Why β stay β in here?" Stations flicker. "With me?"
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This is where I'll be ending my May Drabble Challenge! Thank you to everyone who's read, reblogged, and supported these drabbles. It was a lot of angst, but I hope you've enjoyed the journey. β‘
Day 29 - Rebirth
When Levi returned from war, battered and broken, he knew things would be different. He'd relied on his and his comrades' strength for the majority of his life, and when that was gone, he wasn't sure how he was going to cope. He figured he'd just exist.
But life wasn't finished with Levi Ackerman.
He's learned to live within the limitations of his physical body and that expressing his feelings doesn't make him weak. If anything, it's made him stronger than he's ever been.
A rebirth, a reboot β whatever you want to call it.
levi ackerman x f!reader - ghost au - mentions of death/afterlife
For days, you spend every possible moment in your bedroom. Going to work and running home feels trivial when faced with a possible entity living in your house.
For hours, you keep your headphones cemented to your head. Not every voice that comes through is his, but Levi is the most consistent. He's not sure when he died. Everything is a blur. He hasn't always haunted this house.
You ask if he can see you.
At first, he doesn't answer. Acts aloof. Changes the subject.
So you ask again.
Your nightstand lamp flickers. The air by your shoulder chills.
"Yes."
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levi ackerman x f!reader - ghost au - mentions of death/afterlife
The echoing remnants of a deep, baritone voice clear as day rocks you to your core. Static continues to fluctuate loudly from the headphones thrown across the room. Hearing someone say 'hello' was just a fantasy, right? That didn't actually happen?
Crawling across the wooden surface, you pick up the headphones and lean into the left ear. "Hello?" you repeat back. "Are you trying to communicate?"
"Trying."
Your blood runs cold. "I can hear you."
Same voice, broken syllables. "Are β you sure?"
"Very," you answer breathlessly. "Do you have a name? What can I call you?"
A crackling pause.
"Levi."
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One month and four dates later, and Levi feels like he must be living in some kind of fantasy.
She's everything he didn't know he needed: bold and emotional and sometimes a little impulsive. She calls him out on his bullshit, and he doesn't feel like he has to be anything other than himself.
It's almost too easy.
That's what he thinks when he takes her hand in his, and when she turns around to kiss him at the end of the night.