I forgot how much harsher and different Levi is in the manga compared to the anime, I don't know why, but it makes him even hotter and more interesting to me > < aghh I love him sm
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It was regular mission reports, your squad had an incident— run of the mill stuff for you at this point being a section leader.
A Titan had gotten too close to your section and someone lost a hand, sad— yes— but it was everyday stuff in the scouts; you're lucky it didn't end in bringing back only their hand to their family.
The moon shined in through the window as you wrote everything down, wax dripping onto the table from the candle next to your papers. A soft warmth in your hand whenever it was near the puddle of cooling wax.
By the time you had finished it you knew the Commander had locked up his office for the night and you needed a higher-up's signature to finalize the report. Blowing out the candle as more wax dripped onto your wooden desk you took the papers and walked out.
You took a stab in the dark, walking down the corridor to your Captain's office instead. Working with him for so long you should've known if he stayed up late or not but you could never really figure it out. He always had bags under his eyes, never seemed tired at all, and was so uptight you could believe that he went to bed at sundown if someone told you so.
But still you had to try, you wanted this shit off your desk as soon as possible so you could relax and try to sleep after the day you've had.
His office, the last door in the hallway, was further from any room that you could believe. It made sense he hated people so he probably requested it. But still, you can't help but be jealous.
Everything about him made you jealous, how much power he had in his position, how good he was at everything he did, the way he got special tea with the budget that you had to cut corners on just to not get your section halved. And the most egregious, he was hot as fuck.
Every training session you had with him when you were both just starting out created this hatred, how fast he became amazing just cemented it. The way his hair would stick to his forehead after a while, the way he would wipe blood from his face, even the way he held his blades wrong.
You kick the bottom of his door lightly, looking down the long barren hallway you had just walked down. Something out of a horror movie late at night, no lights shining through except for the window at the end of the hall.
"Identify yourself." His gruff voice sounded from the other side, bingo.
"The love of your life here to deliver flowers." You said back in a similar tone, opening the door.
"I didn't say you could come in. You and four eyes always invite yourselves everywhere." He was sat back in his chair, now turned towards the door. His uniform in pristine condition like always, no matter how disheveled everyone else looked at any given time he looked perfect. Complete opposite of you.
"That's why we get along, we're very similar you know." You slap the papers down on his desk, overtop whatever he was working on before you opened the door. "Sign."
"No flattery before asking?" He tilted his head up at you.
"That's what the flower and love letter are for."
"Of course, well be sure next time its only a page, you know I like succinctness." He replied. You two had been like this since you had met, matching each others sarcasm to the point most couldn't keep up. It was all the more infuriating how you could never win.
"Thought you would like the flowery language more this time, since you haven't taken my other offers." You lean against his desk, staring down at him— waiting.
"Only offer I'd take from you is one where I can't see your face." He leans down to read the report before signing it. God he's so thorough it's annoying. "Your handwriting is worse than a titan's, do you need glasses or are you just bad?"
"Dark office, not everyone can get this nice of one you know."
"Here I was thinking there was going to be two four-eyes."
"You'd die if that were the case."
"Feed myself to a titan to be more exact." He spoke while reading over the report.
"Can you hurry?" You were getting actually annoyed now, did he think you couldn't write a report or something?
"Need to read it over first, you know the drill. If your feet hurt from all the work you do you can always sit down." He always did that, said something that could be considerate yet his tone made it mockery.
"Fuck you." You seat yourself on the edge of his desk, knowing it would piss him off.
"Not there. Off." He swatted his hand blindly at you as he kept reading.
"No, you invited me to sit so I am. You have no other chair nearby." You lightly hit his hand and he pulled it back fast. He always did that, like he thought your hand was dirty or something.
God his obsession with cleanliness, that was probably your biggest annoyance with him. Every touch he would wash away, every speck of dust a reason to get reprimanded.
"You know, that titan was close to you too." His tone bored, like he was correcting your report or something.
"I am the one that wrote it down, yes." You respond, unsure of where this is going.
"Could've been you that lost a hand, or worse." He comments.
"You would love for that to happen wouldn't you, Captain?" You stare at the wall of his office. Everything was utterly boring, no decorations, no knickknacks no personality in any part of his life. Just blank wooden walls and bland everything else.
He stays silent, reading over the papers with an intensity that could only be pretend because he doesn't want to look at you. Probably doesn't want to admit you're right, at least a little bit.
All he did was complain about everything you did after all, nothing was perfect to Captain Ackerman. The worst was when he would complain or reprimand you in front of your section. It's like he made it a point to tear you down in front of them sometimes.
"I'll sign them in the morning." He says, standing up from his desk.
"Why not just sign them right now? You're here, you were actively doing work until I walked in." You complain, watching him walk away from the papers you had strained your eyes for since sundown.
He steps around to stand in front of you. "Because I don't want to sign them right now."
"God you're fucking insufferable. You know that?" You roll your eyes and stand up. Your faces inches apart.
"You're even worse. You show favoritism." He comments.
"No the fuck I do not, I keep it very professional in my section thank you very much." You started to raise your voice now, it was the very thing other section leaders claimed when Erwin gave you the position.
"Not what I'm talking about, titan brain." His stupid insult nicknames, god whenever he called Hange four eyes you wanted to slap him for them.
"Then what the fuck are you talking about, Ackerman?" You knew he hated when you called him that. When everyone called him that.
"You only came to my office because no one else would be awake and high enough to sign off on this." His voice was enragingly calm.
"And? Why does that matter?" Annoyed and tired, all you wanted was for his smug voice to shut up.
"You're entitled, and I have no understanding as to why Erwin made you a section leader." Fucking asshole, the one thing that always hurt was people questioning your role and why you have it. So many times had you been accused of sleeping your way here or any heinous thing they could think of.
You knew it would hurt, you tried to find something that would make him feel the same way you do. "And I have no understanding on why he made the orphaned kid of a prostitute his fucking right hand man, but here we are!"
You had found it while snooping in his case file a while back. He never mentioned anything from his past, never spoke all that much. But any mention of parents he winced at. He clearly cared about his mom, and you knew that you could get to him like this.
"Shut the fuck up." He slammed his hand over your mouth in an instant. "You have no fucking idea what you've just said. I should shred these papers right now in front of you."
You pushed at his chest but his grip was strong, stronger than you.
"Why the fuck haven't you yet then?" You mumble from behind his hand. He pushes his hand tighter over your mouth causing you to wince as you taste a small bit of iron from the inside of your lip.
"Shut up." His voice woven with more malice than you had ever heard in all your time of knowing him than ever before.
Oh fuck.
He took his hand off your mouth slowly, almost too slow. "Never mention my mother like that again, understood?" You really fucked up.
"Then never imply I'm not good enough for this job." Somehow he had gotten closer than before.
"You're annoying."
"So are you." You tilt your head as you speak. Suddenly his lips are on yours, his hands holding a firm grip on your back. Yours go to his hair almost immediately.
You pull away to shove at him. "You're so good at everything its annoying. Fuck you."
"So you've always been in love with me, it wasn't a recent development." He states smugly.
"Fuck. You." You repeat before shoving your lips back against his with a bruising intensity. It's more infuriating that he was right. From the moment you met him you liked him. Everything he did was more fuel to that fire.
His hands found the hem of your shirt, and he paused. You nodded against him and opened your mouth. He untucked it and quickly unbuttoned it, then stripped himself of his own as well. Tossing both aside with reckless abandon— something you would never expect Mr. Clean Freak to do.
He pulls away to undo his pants as you undo yours. "You're a cocky idiot." You comment out of breath.
A palm lands on your cheek, jerking your head to the side. "You clearly like it."
"And what? You get off on knowing that?" He grips your face tightly.
"Maybe just maybe, the annoying prick I've worked with for years is annoyingly hot." He turns you around, shoving your face into his desk. You take a shaky breath and strain your eyes to look back at him.
Before you can even open your mouth to retort all the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your hands fly to the other end of the desk and grip it hard. Not caring about the papers below you.
"Can't say anything? I'm only halfway in. You are weak." His hand grips your hair tightly, tugging you back as he continued to split you open as he pushed even more inside of you. How fucking big is he? Should've gotten a look when you had the chance idiot.
Finally his hips met yours as he stilled inside of you. "You're the one bending me over your desk. You're weaK-" He pulls out almost completely and slams back into you just as you were finishing your sentence. You bit your lip to hold in a moan as he did it again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you.
"Stay quiet all you want, I can feel you squeezing me." He tugs your hair towards him as he starts picking up speed. Your hands tighten around the table edge as you rock against it from the force of his thrusts.
His speed and strength was bruising, along with his tight grip on your hip that would surely leave some small round bruises for later. With no time to adjust before he began slamming into you, you could barely think.
"Hafta- have to hit it… from there so you can't… see my face, huuh?" You manage out despite the heavy and hard pace he had stuck to.
"Sweetheart I look at that nice face all day. But I haven't seen this nice angle since we would spar together. Missed it a lot." He takes his hand off of your hip and traces your spine lightly with his fingertips before bringing his hand down hard onto the side of your ass. A whine is ripped from your throat as his hand makes contact, his hand tightening its grip in your hair as well.
Your head grows lighter as he keeps the bruising pace with the stinging feeling washing over you. Moans spilling out of your mouth easily now, he takes his hand out of your hair and wraps it around your throat— squeezing until each moan and whine was light with breath.
"Can't even be surprised that half of the soldiers are in love with you, fuck, you're so annoying." He says, a small groan escaping him as you get closer and closer. Tighter and tighter.
"You feel so good you'd have them lining up for this. Need… to ruin it for anyone else." He says gruffly, leaning down against your back before you feel a hot pain shoot through your shoulder. His teeth sunk into the skin as he speeds up his thrusts.
You choke out a warning enough before the euphoria takes over, his hand around your throat tightens. His thrusts slowing as you come down from your high as he took his hand away from your neck as you tried to catch your breath.
"So easy… at least make me work for it." He said as he slammed back into you, you tried grabbing the edge of the desk tighter, pulling at it as you tried to run away from the feeling.
"Stay here, you know you want to." He says, his hand on your back now, just placed in the center of your back. He put both of his hands on your hips then, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
"Such a dick." You mumble against your arm as he pulled almost all the way out, only allowing you the very tip. You whine and try to move back against him but his grip was strong and held you in place.
"Drool on my desk and you can tell Erwin why there are marks on his important papers." He grabbed your hair, pulling your head off his desk completely as he slammed into you again.
Your moans got louder and needier as he kept going, feeling him move against your tight walls— his hips slamming into the fat of your ass, driving you insane.
The back of your thighs stung from how hard his were slamming into them. Dripping onto his desk from how wet he made you with each thrust. His thighs a little sticky making it sting so good just a little more.
"How many other people have had you like this?" He asks, ramming into you. His voice starting to strain as he held in any noises.
"None, no one else." You call out before hearing a moan come from him. You tightened around him at the sound, needing to hear it again immediately.
"Good. No one else will, either. Got it?" He pulls your body off the desk, your hands fumbling to find place on the desk anywhere to hold yourself up.
"Yes. No one else." You whine out, feeling him hit the air out of your lungs with each thrust in. You wouldn't even question it if you were told he was resetting your heartbeat with each thrust.
"Good job." You hear him mumble right next to your ear, moaning quietly.
"I'm… I'm…" Your voice stops in your throat, his dizzying pace distracting you from possibly forming a sentence.
"Not yet. You can wait." He took his grip away from your hair to hold the side of your face and neck gently. His face buried on the other side as his moans got more frequent.
"But… please." You beg, his moans only spurring it on even more.
His thrusts get sloppy as he holds you against him tighter, moaning right in your ear.
"Go ahead, cum on me, pretty." He moans. Before you could even process what he said your body listened, the strained moan coming from you as he slammed into you, shoving both of you onto the table as he came inside you.
Each thrust hard and deep as he already started to leak out around himself.
You laid there under him catching your breath for what felt like ever, him doing the same on top of you.
Finally, he pulled out of you, backing away. "Clean yourself up. Your dripping down your thigh." He commented, walking away.
The cold air of the room hit you like a horse kick, realizing what you had just done. You sat there with the shame for a minute before feeling warmth around you. You stand on shaky legs to see he had covered you in his uniform shirt.
"Go on. Need you up so I can sign your paper off." He comments, sitting down at his desk with his pants on but unbuttoned. He looks up at you. "Well? Do you need an invitation to lay down?"
"Lay down where?"
"Dumbass." He stands up, putting his arm around you and walking you over to his bed. taking the shirt from you before he laid you down on the bed. Walking back to his desk before you could say anything. If you even could.
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I think I'm going to document my sketching journey 😊
I have a book called "One Sketch A Day: A Visual Journal" and a couple weeks ago I actually decided to do it. Not every day but when I can/ when I want to. Since July 18th, I've drawn 6 and the quality has already gone up lol. I learned already I'm going to stick to non human characters/ drawings until I get better.
First I tried Yu from The Boxer manhwa
Then Obi from 1HP Club on Webtoon
Third was Ralts the pokemon 💚🩷
Fourth was Levi from Attack on Titan
5th was Silver the Hedgehog
And the one I just finished now which is by far the best is a Shadow the Hedgehog fanart where he looks like an angel
I want to document them to see the progress when I keep going. It's already looking better. The first few are so cringe 😬 lol but I really like the Shadow one.
Thanks anyone who read this and looked at my sketches ❤️🫶
my name is lor, i am 19 years old, currently a law student, a huge attack on titan fan and soon-to-be fanfic author on ao3!
my fanfiction will be a levi ackerman x reader work, set post-rumbling, with our reader being a prima ballerina and levi being his already familiar self. i found the dynamic of an ex-soldier and a ballerina to be most intriguing and could not resist when i came up with it on a random friday afternoon. i am still researching the necessary topics i will need and still perfecting my characters (mostly our reader) and will then actually start writing. i will keep you guys updated!
in my freetime, i also enjoy reading, daydreaming, and even working out. (crazy, right?) my favorite books are anna karenina and the divine comedy, and i also enjoy watching figure skating, though i'm no skater myself nor any professional.
i have been an aot fan since 2020, with my favorite characters being armin, mikasa, gabi and levi. therefore, i think the time of me writing an actual fanfiction has finally come! i will dedicate this account to posting updates, snippets, teasers etc. of my fanfiction, so if i caught your attention, follow me on here and my ao3 account thestarsaremywitness !
lots of love to you all!!!!🖤
for now, enjoy the attached song as a little teaser to what music choices i have planned🤓
I talked about this on my twitter too but I am so unimaginably glad to have levi as a character. growing up malnourished is terrible and can take such a tole on your body. you grow up wrong in all the places you should be growing up right. people make fun of you for looking like a child, for your knees being bigger than your legs. It’s horrible, because i can survive on tea across multiple days even when my body knows it’s wrong - but it’s so used to the trauma. I am so glad people are beginning to understand why levi looks the way he does, why he is so small compared to everybody else who grew up well enough, with enough food, with enough drink. It’s so so so important to acknowledge that his anatomy is a certain way for a reason.
