You write punk Levi so well! If it's not too much can I request a scenario where punk Levi and his s/o are having a lazy day and they're cuddling in bed and all. Shes tracing his tattoos on his body and it just fluff ❤
𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖
Rain pattered against the fogged up windows, the room was dimly illuminated by the lamp on the nightstand casting a cozy glow across the bedroom. Flashing of lightning and the occasional roll of thunder might have put anyone else in a bad mood, who wanted to spend their day off stuck inside because of severe rainfall.
Luckily, Y/N and Levi had no other plans. The only thing marked down on their to-do lists was catching up on much needed time together, and it didn’t hurt to indulge in a little in carnal pleasures. The TV played on low volume, the movie they had put on long forgotten.
The feeling of her lips against his was far more entertaining than the b-rated horror movies they always tried and failed to get through. Slender fingers slid along his jaw cupping his face pulling him closer to her. Levi sighed into the kiss, his arm wrapping around her waist and squeezing her against his bare torso.
Pulling away for a moment Levi’s soft lips peppered her face with light kisses, using one hand tilting her head forward to plant a firm kiss on her forehead before resting his chin on top of her hair.
“I love you so much” he murmured, the vibrations from his throat humming in her ears.
“I love you more” Y/N smiled cheekily as the sudden urge to squeeze him overtook her senses. There was no better place to be than in his arms, her fingers lightly traced along the muscles of his back enjoying the way they flexed slightly under her touch. Y/N wanted Levi shirtless at all times whenever possible, she loved admiring the inked designs etched into his skin.
Unexpectedly and yet still in his nature he had gotten her name tattooed along his left ribs. The lettering was minimalistic and at the same time intricately written. It never failed to bring a smile to her face and the thought of having his name in the same spot always sent a hazy warmth flooding throughout her system.
It was cliche and most people would definitely call it a mistake but there was something about Levi that made her want to do sappy reckless things. His exterior put off many people, first impressions were not his strong suit. But once people got to know him they would quickly find out that the rough and punk front he expressed to society was not a reflection of his personality.
Not in the slightest.
Her lips kissed along the column of his throat, taking her time to wordlessly appreciate the tattoos on his neck. Her fingers traced along black designs of expertly shaded roses and the long majestic wings of a phoenix that covered a good portion of his glorious muscular thigh. Not every one of his tattoos had some long winded deep meaning to them, few did and those were always your favourite but Levi could also be a massive dork when he felt like it. If he liked something enough you could bet that at some point it would end up somewhere on his body.
Y/N admired that part of his personality the most, while Levi was generally serious for the most part, there were times he could make her laugh until her cheeks were sore and her abs felt like they were on fire. It was a side of him that only the closest people in his life had the privilege of seeing and Y/N still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was one of those people.
Levi’s breathing gradually began deepening indicating that he was slowly drifting off for a rainy day nap. The hand on her waist loosened its hold and lay limp against her side and while her eyes were also growing heavier she loved the rare moments of being awake while he slept.
Gently her fingers continued to draw light patterns along his tattoo sleeve, occasionally drifting down his waist and leg. Y/N had a few tattoos of her own but they were small and sparse, not having the confidence to sport huge pieces like Levi’s, so she settled for admiring his instead.
Soft snores from her lover had her stifle the urge to laugh, Levi always denied the fact that he snored and it was one of his most endearing traits in her eyes. He liked to maintain his punk attitude and didn’t appreciate her calling his snoring cute.
The longer she listened to the rhythm of his quiet breathing the heavier her eyes felt and the harder it became to resist the urge to sleep. Snuggling against his chest she gave an appreciative sigh at the way Levi smelled, it was familiar and comfortable. The subtle pine scent of his soap clung to his skin in a way that made her want to bury her nose in his chest and stay there.
Y/N’s head started to feel heavier, the distant rolling of thunder barely registering in her mind as Levi threw his leg over his in his sleep. The weather might not have been the best but she couldn’t have asked for a better day off.
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The smell of sweat mixed with beer was drowning your senses.
The only thing you could see, besides the bright lights from the stages, were bodies the double of your size. Turns out watching your boyfriend perform from the crowd was a little less fun than what you expected.
You were just standing there, in between two huge dudes that were rocking the whole “Punk rock vibe”, filed with piercings and tattoos, wearing all black outfit and even mohawks You felt a little underdressed on your black jeans and Levi’s band t-shirt.
His band had become really popular in the last year, and you were so happy for him and the rest of the guys. The only downside was the lack of time you and your lover got to spend together.
As of lately, Levi was always busy. If it wasn’t a recording session it was a tour, if it wasn’t a tour it was an event, or an interview. The only proof you guys were actually dating were the pictures of you two on his verified Instagram account, and still, some people didn’t believe you.
He had recently come back from a tour around Europe and you still hadn’t seen each other. So, tired of waiting around for his schedule to clear up, you bought a ticket to his show that night. You wanted to experience the entire thing, it wasn’t the same when you were backstage. The adrenaline rush as the crowd jumped was missing. Levi wasn’t even aware you were there that night, if he knew he would insist that you remained on the stage's side, waiting for him.
Suddenly a thundering guitar cord erupted from the amplifiers, and the lights went out. You felt the crowd suddenly starting to push forward, everybody eager to get to the front. With someone forcing you to move from behind had no other choice but to go with the flow, not knowing where the hell you would end up. Something cold collided with your chest, and you realized it was the metal fence that was a few feet from the stage. You were all the way in the font row.
The lights turned on again and there they were, Through Titans in all their glory. You wanted to laugh every time you heard the name of the band. Hanji, the bassist was such a Mythology freak. It was endearing, really.
Levi was already sitting on the stool in front of the drum set. He playfully hit the hi-hat a few times, as his face remained stoic. But you, being his significant other for several years, could notice the joy that was radiating from him. You plastered a slight smile on your face when you notice he was wearing the tank top you had gifted him last christmas.
“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Mike talked into the microphone. The roar of the crowd, including you answered him. “We’re Through Titans and we’re thrilled to be here performing for you guys, so we hope you enjoy”
He stepped away and nodded to Dita, turning to Levi right after. You watched with anticipation as he lifted the drumsticks and tap them three times. Hanji’s Bass riff started, and you immediately recognized the song.
Singing at the top of your lungs, you forgot about everything for a while, just enjoying your favorite band, and having a good time by yourself. Around the fifth song, the guys started to get a little more active on Stage, interacting with the first row, and having fun. Mike’s voice had a raspy quality to it that brought chills up your arms, but it was nothing compared to the flips your stomach did every time you focused on Levi.
You knew how much he hated the hot stage lights that usually suffocated the shit out of him, and caused him to be dripping wet from the sweat with just a few minutes into the gig, but besides that he was really enjoying himself. His black hair flying everywhere as he nodded his head to the rhythm of his drums, smashing the toms mercilessly. His biceps flexing each time he lifted his hand to hit the snare.
He hypnotized you, your eyes glued to his figure, captivated as he closed his eyes. Until Hanji spotted you in the crowd.
The song was getting into the bridge when her eyes found you jumping up and down in front of the stage. She smiled at you and got close, kneeling in front of you while still playing effortlessly with years of practice.
” Holy shit Girl!” She exclaimed. The chick standing next to you went nuts, thinking Hanji was referring to her, her screaming somehow even louder than the music. “What are you doing here? Does He knows?” She said, barely audible even tho the proximity.
You just shrugged, smiling to her, too busy singing to the last chorus to answer. Hanji shook her head and got up. A smile on her face as the song finished. You cheered with the rest of the crowd trying to ignore the curious looks from the people beside you that noticed your interaction with Hanji.
A more upbeat song started, and she made her way back to Mike and Dita, whispering something to them.
Three pair of eyes snapped into your direction. Mike smiled playfully to you and Dita winked an eye. You rolled yours and waved at them, entertained by their dumb behaviour. So good for your low profile. Now it was obvious the band knew you.
You observed as Hanji made her way to the back of the stage, where Levi’s drum set was stationed, him playing his heart out. Now you understood why he was so strong, banging things like that, it must be tiring. When she got there, Hanji called Levi’s attention, you could see his lips forming a ‘what?’, annoyance written all over his face. Hanji's joyous expression didn’t falter, her teasing look intensified as she pointed towards you.
Levi looked unimpressed as he rolled his eyes at his bandmate, turning his head to see what she was signaling at.
His eyes met yours his and his rhythm faltered slightly, the surprise messing with his sync. You could see Dita burst out laughing in your peripheral vision, but your eyes were glued to him. Smiling, you lifted a hand and blew him a kiss, he winked at you and resumed his playing, a small smile on his lips.
Trough out the rest of the song you could feel his gaze you you when you were busy making faces at Hanji to make her laugh. Being in the cow was way better than being backstage.
Or it was until you felt an arm sneaking around your waist.
A chest collided with your back and you tensed up. Turning your head to the side, you were face to face with a smiling drunk man, who was at least a foot taller than you. Dread filled your veins as you tried to push him away. He let go of your waist only to circle your shoulders with a stinky arm. The smell of sweat emanating from him made your stomach churn.
You grabbed his wist, trying to brake his choke hold, but he interpreted it the wrong way, dragging you further away from the front row and into the cluster of bodies. You lost your footing as his hold on you was strong.
“Hey, dude.” You said, turning to him, shaking your head no “Let me go, I’m not interested!”
He didn't heard you, the blasting music drowning your voice. He got his face closer to yours, his free hand still circling you, the other holding a beer bottle. You tried to elbow him in the gut, hoping he would let go of you, but he just laughed.
“Hey, I’m serious, let me go” You said again, trying to get over with this fucking nightmare. Sadly, people took advantage of the crowd and the packed environment to get off with other pepole’s bodys.
He pulled you closer to him, and as fast as lightning his hand grabbed your boob. He was fucking groping you. It petrified you with horror. You never had experienced sexual assault on this level. You started struggling against his hold, trashing around, and he just laughed in your ear, face in the crook of your neck., You were shaking with rage, tears prickling your eyes. His bigger build making it almost impossible to break the hold he had on you. The surrounding people were too busy enjoying the show to pay attention to the abuse you were suffering,
You kept trashing around as he held your breast, squeezing painfully as his growing erection pressed against your lower back.
“Shh, it’s okay pretty girl” he purred in your ear, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin. You felt caged.
Still struggling, your eyes went to the stage, Hanji looking confused at the place where you used to stand, now occupied with another girl. Levi’s Eyes were searching the crowd, trying to find your face, his gaze jumping from one place to the other. You dissociated from the hell you were living, trying to focus on anything else but your current assault.
You found it amazing the level of skill Levi had. He could focus on searching for you and still play on the beat.
You felt the drunk’s breath on your neck as he pressed his lips to the tender skin. Tears spilled. You had turned limp in his arms, exhausted mentally to act. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to block everything out.
The sudden stop from the drums snapped your eyes open. A shrieking sound emanating from the amplifiers as Levi got up from the stool, knocking the mic to the ground as he stomped his way to the front.
The guy behind you took his face out of your neck, estranged by the interruption of the show. But his arm still on your chest.
“What the fuck” He muttered
You watched as Levi snatched the Mic from Mike’s hand. The rest of the band shocked at his actions. Levi made its way to the edge of the stage. You could see the murder in his eyes as he focused on the guy grabbing you.
“Get your hands off of her” The melodic voice of Levi filing you with relief “Or I‘m coming down and tearing your sorry ass to shreds”
Hanji’s eyes followed Levi's attention and found you. She went running to the security guy next to the stage, saying something to him and pointing to you.
Relief filled your body. But the guy didn't move a muscle, his head turning from side to side, trying to find the cause of the commotion, oblivious.
“Don’t play dumb buddy.” Said Levi, Signaling to him.” I’ll count to three, if you don’t let her go I’ll make you.” He dropped the mic to the ground and was about to lounge to the crowd, but Mike stopped him. Your boyfriend struggled against the singer’s restrain, desperat to get to you.
Taking a deep breath in, you turned my head, trying to hide the tremble on your voice.
“He’s talking to you.” You said, eyes hard with resentment, “Let me go”
He looked at you strange. It was almost as if he tought he could go around groping girls on a crowd. Disgust swarm inside your body, as you, for the tenth time, try to get away from him.
“What do you mean? It’s not like you were opposed to it, you were just playing hard to get” You clenched your fist, aching to slap the missoginy out of the drunken bastard.
The crowd had parted like the red sea, allowing the security guards trough. Looking up at the two guys you left a relieved smile as they tear the abuser’s hands off of you. Finally, free from the torture you turned to Levi again. His expression was still murderous towards the guy, but when his eyes met yours a brief relief shined in his eyes.
“Hey, miss.” One of the security guard spoke to you. “Please follow me backstage, Hanji asked me to get you somewhere safe.” You nodded your head, following his lead, right behind the other guard, dragging the asshole by the arm as he started spitting curses and threats.
The crowd started clapping as they escorted both of you out, and you were just happy that it all ended. They took you to a long hallway and gave you a water bottle. You could still hear Mike talking into the mic, preaching about respect and how “there’s no fucking way someone can come and violate someone's body like that in our fucking concert”, the crowd going wild to his words.
The security guard named joe, as you found out, was very kind. Keeping you company and offering whatever you may need.
“We called the cops, as I’m assuming you’re pressing charges. Right?” He asked, standing guard next to you .
“Yeah...” You said trailing off. Everything felt surreal.
The sound of hurried steps came from the end of the aisle, and both of your heads turned to the direction of the noise. Levi was running to you, a crease of concern on his eyebrows. You got up from the plastic chair and threw yourself in his arms.
A sigh of relief came out of him as his arms squeezed you, his cheek pressing against your forehead. The smell of sweat on him was comforting, in notable contrast to the gut-freezing disgust you felt towards your attacker. Levi pressed a kiss to your temple, and you lifted your head from his neck.
Levi dismissed Joe with a nod, and you two were alone.
“You could’ve warned me” He started “I would’ve gotten you a backstage pass, dumbass.”
“I’m sorry,” You apologized “I just wanted to experience a concert of yours for real.” His eyes softened at your words.
“I love you, but next time I’ll ask one of the guards to stand next to you. Just in case.” He said, and you knew he was serious as fuck.
The clapping from crowd got louder, and you knew Mike had finished with his speech, Levi had to go back on stage.
The moment he let you go was almost painful. He pressed your lips together, the tenderness of the kiss something you rarely got from him, butterflies erupted and they chased away the reminders of the previous fear, felling you with nothing but love for him.
“I have to go back, there’s only two songs left.... Can you wait for me? I’ll take you home later. “
“Of course. I’ll be here.” You answered, smiling. You still had to wait for the police to take your statement anyway
Levi kissed your lips one more time before disappearing in the hallway, rushing back to get the concert over with so he could get you home and try to chase away the lingering touches of the bastard with his own caresses.
Headcanon that Levi never lets anyone and I mean ANYONE ride his Harley Davidson motorcycle. He only lets Eren ride behind him. Anyone else is forbidden to ride with him.
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He was about to turn around and leave, when he spotted a small figure dressed in black, a lit cigarette on his delicate lips. His pitch black hair was styled in a neat undercut, contrasting with his ripped jeans and safety pinned leather jacket, and kept in place by a black beanie. Patches of skin were decorated with prominent tattoos, but before Erwin could gawk any more, the man seemed to have noticed him staring. He stood up straight, and made a clicking sound with his tongue.
