May I request prompt no 15 from smut dialogue for Levi?
Thank you!
Hi San! Thanks for your patience with this. You are my last Smut Scribbles request, so I hope you enjoy.
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15. I can’t get enough of you
NSFW - Minors, do not interact
Levi Ackerman loves your ass.
He’d never admit it out loud, but it was the first thing he’d noticed about you. Now, as you lie naked on his bed, the light of the early morning casting lines along your curves as you lay on your stomach, he can’t help but touch you. His fingers run down the bumps of your spine, then his lips, touching and kissing until he reaches your soft, round bottom.
He lifts your hips and positions himself behind you, your ass on full display and a sight he never gets tired of seeing. Sometimes, it’s a hard slap of his hand against your raw flesh as his cock thrusts into you; other times, it’s his face buried between your cheeks, caring little about breathing when his tongue is plunging deep inside you.
But the adoration of your body doesn’t stop there. He loves the feeling of digging his fingers in the meat of your thighs. He bites and sucks, knowing that he’s the only one that can mark the tender skin leading to your center. His nose brushes the course hairs of your bush; it’s musky smell so undeniably and irresistibly you, it’s impossible for him not to want to taste the sweet nectar that lies underneath.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, and he means it.
And you’re just so damn soft, he can’t take his hands off you. They move from your hips to the curve of your waist as you ride his cock into oblivion. Your beautiful breasts bounce in rhythm with your bodies: yours soft and curvaceous and his muscular and angular, muscles tense and contract as you both climax.
He’s never understood or appreciated the nude sculptures or portraits in the great museums, but when he looks at you - your curves, your lines -
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Number 5 for the smutty prompts. You up for another Levi x reader for me? 😏
Smut Scribbles
5. “Tell me what you want.”
Before Dawn (NSFW)
Characters: Underground!Levi x Reader
Word Count: 1147 words
Not moonlight - but an artificial glare pierced half-closed shutters. Between the open slats beads of condensation had gathered upon the surface of the glass. Outside amongst the roar of distant traffic and the yellow lights which burned in high towers above, the city thrived. Within your building little lives played out; some slept whilst others stared about the darkening walls of their tiny dwellings. It was the deepest part of the night, the lost hours before dawn, which belonged to you and Levi.
Damp, crumpled sheets clung to your hot skin. Your head sank back into the pillow; body arched against him; thighs wrapped around Levi’s waist. Moist palms almost slipped from his shoulders as his hips rocked into you. Sometimes he preferred to fuck you lazily like this; on those occasions when the scent of whiskey lay upon his breath. Or when he awoke beside you, disorientated; another night that he had not made it home. He would turn, shift your legs apart with his knee and, for one hour more, you would be his.
The movements of Levi’s body were slow, fluid, deep. Fingertips buried into your skin as he drew your hips higher. Later, incriminating bruises would confess to the exploits of the previous night. For now, pain mingled with pleasure. A dangerous cocktail, and one you savoured all too recklessly. With the heat of you clenched around him, Levi’s breath caught noisily in his throat. An incoherent curse escaped him, drowning out the far-off sounds of the city.
“You good?” It didn’t matter that his face was buried in your neck, where he could not see your smile. The teasing lilt of your breathless voice was unmissable.
Levi stopped mid-motion. Damp hair brushed your cheek as he lifted his head. The fingers of his right hand were splayed out, bearing his weight. The other - his left - was clamping down the loose strands of your hair which were fanned across the bed. As Levi withdrew he yanked them, sending white hot pain shooting across your roots.
With a small gasp, your head jerked sideways. Then you felt him pulling out of you. Levi hadn’t been rough - not yet - but the stinging sensation he had inflicted was climbing to an unbearable peak. You had heard the rumours; that darkness swirled through his veins. To someone like him it was nothing but instinct; to love as violently as he lived.
His kiss was pressed to your throat. A promise or a threat, you could not tell. Levi drew back, his warm palm trailing pinpricks of heat over your skin. With one deft movement, he tugged your forearm sideways, forcing you onto your stomach.
Pain tensed across your scalp. Levi was winding your tousled hair around his fingers. Tighter. Beneath you, his other hand snaked down between the bedclothes and your bare stomach. Panting, you longed for his touch just below where his hand lingered. Then, dipping lower, his fingers trailed over your clit. With a wild spasm, your body curled into his touch. His fingertip danced over you, igniting sparks. He knew exactly how to play you; how to make you his. An artist’s hand arcing circles sensuously. Levi read it in the motion of your hips; the involuntary jolt of your ankle; the half-stifled sigh which escaped you. You were helpless. His.
He wove your hair around his whitened knuckles like a coil of rope. Fiercely, Levi jerked your head upwards. Deaf to your moans, the movements of his other hand continued. He relished the feel of you; hot and wet against his fingertips. Oh how it turned his impatience to hunger. Levi’s whisper ghosted over the shell of your ear.
“Tell me what you want…”
Hot breath stirred the hairs on the back of your neck. His teeth scraped the sensitive patch of skin behind your ear. Blood lust dredged up from the shadows of his past.
With your head sunk against his shoulder, you uttered nothing more than the faintest whisper of his name. Levi’s fingers teased you closer. A bead of sweat rolled down your heaving chest. It wasn’t enough. Your body was crying out for his hands to seize your hips again. You wanted him where he had already left his mark. You needed him to fuck you until you were raw; until you were insensible to all feeling.
“Want me to stop?” A note of derision; the strained undertone of desire which it failed to mask.
Weakly, your head rolled back; a victim to his lips. Sharpened kisses were nicked like tiny wounds into your skin; counted then tossed amongst the mound of his sins.
Behind you, the bed creaked as Levi’s foot nudged your leg open impatiently. A hand clamped down on your hip as he slid inside you again. You could hardly draw breath; almost lost to the sudden heat which flooded to your core. A delicious ache spread as he filled you; stretched you to fit him.
With fingers still entangled in your hair, Levi wrenched your head up so that his mouth was on yours. Beneath him, the rest of your body was pressed into the mattress. With a clunk the bedframe struck into the wall. He knew exactly how to reach the deepest part of you. You were aflame, lost to the effortless twist of his fingers, whilst every movement of his body sent white-hot waves breaking through you.
But you could tell that he was getting close now too. Levi pulled on the twine of your hair, bringing your face around to meet his. Your cheek was half-submerged by pillow as his kisses fell hard and clumsily upon the corner of your mouth. Levi’s ragged breath clouded you; threatened to pull you under with him. His thrusts were quickening and erratic; the knocking of your bed’s wooden frame only grew louder. His arm lay crushed beneath you; fingers working hastily, without care or precision. Sex without emotion. It was what you had come to expect from a man like him.
Then again, it never mattered that you could not look upon him in his most vulnerable state. Nor did it matter that the motions of Levi’s body were wild and ravenous. You were retreating; abandoning one another to chase your own highs. Lava pooled below; one moment you were afloat and then - you drowned against his lips. You were undone, powerless to a sudden burst of scalding intensity. Your choked cry was muffled by the pillowcase, its cotton drenched with sweat.
Behind you, Levi’s chest heaved against your back. He groaned your name longingly into your neck. As he withdrew, slipping out of you, your thighs were left hot and slick. Beneath him your body lay aching, spent. Levi laid his head between your heaving shoulder blades; hair soaked against your burning skin; arms wrapped around your waist. In that moment, helpless. Fleetingly, yours.
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Back with the ol' smut.
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C/W: NSFW, Minors do not interact! softdom!Levi, caring Levi (but he has a mouth on him, haha), body worship, oral (fem receiving), reader has body issues
You had a hard time loving yourself.
Every flaw and and imperfection felt ten-fold, your inadequacies in a constant loop in your head: not pretty enough, not smart enough, not strong enough. You could tear yourself apart better than any titan could.
Levi, on the other hand, loved everything about you. And it pained him when he saw you succumb to one of these negative spirals.
He could tell you were having one of those mornings; the way you were throwing every outfit you tried onto the floor, how your eyebrows knit into a scowl every time you looked in a mirror.
You pace the bedroom in your underwear until Levi grabs your hand and pulls you toward him. “Hey…what’s wrong?”
“Just…nothing looks good. I hate my body.”
He wraps his arms around your waist as he stands behind you. “That’s ridiculous. You’re beautiful.”
You scoff. “You have to say that. You’re married to me.”
“I don’t have to do anything.” He starts kissing your shoulder. “Nobody makes me do anything unless I want to.” His hands move from your waist to your breasts. “And right now, I want to fuck my beautiful wife.”
“Levi…I have to get ready for wor..” your comment is cut short when he slides his fingers in your underwear and starts rubbing your clit.
“Do you know how much you turn me on every goddamn day? It’s embarrassing how much I think about you.” He rubs your clit in circles, then eases his finger inside you. “I could barely concentrate in a meeting the other day with Erwin because I was thinking of touching your body…grabbing this ass..” His free hand quickly unclasps your bra and it falls to the ground. He kisses your neck and shoulder, his hands moving down to your buttocks.
Your eyes are closed, refusing to look in the full-length mirror that is in front of you. “Open your eyes,” he coaxes. Levi has his hands all over you as he speaks softly in your ear. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
You shake your head, then nuzzle into his neck. “Oh Levi..”
“Listen to me,” he says, changing his strategy as he lays you on the bed, caging your head on either side with his arms. He kisses you deeply, and he can already feel you relaxing into the moment. “I love your body - every curve…every dip…”
Levi's never been good with words, but he wants you to know how much he loves and desires you.
He starts kissing down your neck, stopping at the dip between your neck and collarbone. "This...I love this part..." his tongue licks you there and your breath hitches. "..so sensitive.."
He then moves down to your chest and takes one of your breast into his mouth, while his hand massages the other. He sucks on your sensitive nipple, the arousal causing them to point erect. "Your fucking breasts..they're perfect."
You drape your arm over your eyes, a blush growing over your cheeks from the praise and from your arousal. "Levi, I'm not.."
He sucks hard on the underside of your breast, causing you to gasp. "I don't want to hear any of that right now. You're gonna listen to me."
His mouth continues its journey down your body, praising each part. He lifts up your leg and drapes it on his shoulder, his hands caressing your thigh. "You're so soft. I never understood how anyone could be this fucking soft." His lips meet your inner thigh, your breath speeding up as he nips and kisses on the sensitive flesh. By the time his mouth gets to your sex, you're already wet and throbbing. Just the sight is enough to make Levi cum.
"You're like a goddamn work of art."
He starts licking up the slick between your folds, and your back immediately arches. The friction of his tongue against your clit makes you moan, and when he starts sucking the delicate area, your hands fist the sheets below you. He knows you like the back of his hand - every twitch of your muscles, every moan and sigh; he knows you're getting close.
So he stops. Your head shoots up to look at him. "Do you understand now, how beautiful you are?"
"Yes..." you breathlessly whisper.
He dives back down between your legs, his finger pushing inside you while his tongue sucks on your clit once more. "Louder. Let me hear you," he stops to say, but his finger keeps going.
"I-I'm beautiful..." you acknowledge, louder and more confidently this time, "you make me feel beautiful."
"That's my girl." He lifts up to kiss you, his eyes shining with love and adoration for you - a look only you know.
Your hands move down to the waist band of his pants. "I might need some more encouragement, though."
He smirks as he pulls off his pants. "I think I can manage that."
How about number 5 with Levi? You can choose the scenario :)
Hi Klara! I hope you enjoy this little drabble I wrote for you. ^_^
Please (Me)
5. Tell me what you want
Levi x fem!reader
C/W: NSFW, Minors do not interact! arranged marriage, loss of virginity, oral (fem receiving)
Freedom. To choose what you want, where to go, who to love.
These were luxuries you’d never been given, your family made sure of that. You lived to serve them and now that you were of marriageable age, you would serve a new master - a husband chosen by your father.
Levi Ackerman.
You’d only met him a few times before the ceremony; handsome, but quiet and stoic. His eyes were piercing, as if he could see right through you, but there was something else there..you just couldn’t put a finger on it. Your family teased that you wouldn’t last a week with him - his fierceness was that well-known.
The first night, you sat nervously on the bed, your sheer white nightgown hanging loosely off your body. Levi sat next to you and when he reached out to touch your cheek, you flinched. You didn’t mean to…it was just habit.
Levi sighs, then lays down and pulls the covers over him.
“Are we not..” you can’t even finish the sentence.
He turns to look at you. “I won’t force myself on you. I want you to come to me of your own accord.” He blows out the candle next to him. “Goodnight.”
You spend the subsequent days learning the rules and manners of your new home as well as your new husband. You discover that although he is strict, he treats everyone with respect; he takes you to town to buy you new clothes, that you get to choose yourself. No one had ever done that for you before; in fact, he asks your opinion on a great number of things, encouraging you to be more confident. Like a budding flower, you open up more and more every day, and every evening, when you sleep beside him, he never lays a hand on you.
But oh, how you want him to now.
You wait for him in the bedroom and as he enters, you stand up and unlace the tie of your nightgown, letting it fall to the ground and revealing your naked body before him.
“What’s this?” He asks as his eyes move up to meet yours.
“I…I’m ready..” you answer meekly. You’ve never been touched by a man but even the thought of it now - of being touched by him - sends a heat through your body you’ve never known.
He moves toward you and cups your flushed cheek. This time, you don’t flinch. He kisses you, gently at first, but when you open your mouth his tongue eases its way inside, mingling with yours. His hands move over your body: cupping your breasts then moving down to your hips, and you feel like every part of you is on fire. You fumble with the buttons of his shirt but before you can take it off, he’s lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He hovers over you as he pulls his shirt off, then begins to kiss your neck, moving up to you ear.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is like velvet, “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you.” Your answer barely a whisper. “I want you to make love to me, Levi.”
Levi smirks as he kisses down your neck. “I will..” he growls as his mouth moves over your body, marking you along the way, “but first, I want to taste my wife.”
He moves down between your legs and you feel his hot breath. “Beautiful..” is all he utters before he starts licking your folds softly. You’ve never experienced such sensations, and you immediately feel your body reacting to him. He sucks on your clit and you arch your back; without thinking, your hand goes to grip his hair, but you let go quickly.
“I’m sorry..”
He stops to look at you. “If you want to pull my hair, then pull it. Don’t apologize for taking what you want.” He dives back between your legs, his tongue lapping and flicking at such a speed, your mind can barely process the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. Both hands go down to his head and grips his hair tight, your legs pressing tighter around him only seems to urge him on. Suddenly, you feel a pulsing sensation growing more and more from your core and spreading throughout your entire body.
“Levi..” you whimper, as your climax rises and falls. Levi continues to lap up your juices, stimulating you even more. When he raises his head, his mouth is glistening and he wipes with the back of his hand. He takes off his trousers and you see your husband naked for the first time: toned muscles leading to his erection.
“Do you want my cock?” He asks as he positions himself on top of you. You bite you lower lip and shake your head, but that’s not enough for Levi. “Use your words - tell me.”
“I-I want your cock. I want you inside me…please.”
He eases himself inside you slowly and watches your face for any pain or discomfort. “Relax…breathe…” he instructs as he moves his cock further in, then pulling out slightly. Your head caged in by his arms, he kisses you as moans escape your lips. The initial discomfort subsides, and what is left is utter pleasure; each thrust a little harder, a little deeper.
“Faster, Levi,” you whisper, your hunger for him growing. He responds by snapping his hips against you. “That’s my girl, telling me her desires.” He lifts up and pushes you knees into your chest, his cock disappearing inside of you and hitting a spot that sends a wave of euphoria through you each time. You feel light headed, intoxicated by the look in his eyes, the feel of his body against yours. If your first orgasm was a pulsing then your second is an explosion - the shockwaves spread through you and you scream out his name. “Levi! Don’t stop!”
He follows your command, but when he feels you tighten around him, his steady pace falters and he cums inside you, finally collapsing on your chest.
You wrap your arms around him and kiss him. “Can we do that again?”
He smiles. “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
Literally rushing into your ask box because it might be too late *pants and sweats*
For the Smut Prompts I'd like to request #13 'touch yourself' for the one and only Levi of course!
Thank you <3
Hi Syl! I'm so sorry this took so long...I took a little smut break. Hope this is worth the wait!
Red Handed
Levi x fem!reader
C/W: Masturbation; NSFW - Minors, do not interact!
It was rare, having an evening to yourself.
You and Levi both had introverted tendencies, content to spend your evenings at home when given the choice. But tonight, Levi couldn't avoid going out.
"It's for work, so I don't have a choice. At least Erwin and Hange will be there," he says with a heavy sigh.
"It'll be good for you to hang out with them outside of the office," you reply back.
"And what are you going to do tonight?"
"Oh...probably just watch a movie and order a pizza. I'll save some for ya."
He winces. "Cold pizza? No thanks."
Once he leaves, you change into your comfiest lounge wear, settle into the sofa and scroll your phone for a while before eventually browsing Netflix for something to watch. You decide on something artsy and romantic - something that Levi wouldn't particularly want to watch with you.
Two hours (and half a pizza) later, you are completely enthralled in the film. It's full of angst and yearning..
..and some very, very hot sex scenes.
A heat was starting to build in between your thighs, and by the time the film’s credits were rolling, sexual tension was wound tightly inside of you. You needed a release.
You reach for your ear buds and your phone, and quickly scroll through some smut audios you’d saved for just this sort of occasion.
The audio starts and you close your eyes, letting the deep voice wind you up even more. You imagine it’s Levi's voice and begin to rub yourself, first outside of your pants, then finally sliding under your panties and touching your clit.
Suddenly, fingers gently brush your cheek. Your eyes quickly open and you flinch. “Levi?” You practically throw your ear buds across the room. “What are you doing back already?”
“I met the people I needed to meet and then I got the hell out of there." His eyes move across your body. "I don’t need to ask what you’ve been up to.”
Your hand was still in your underwear. You pull it out. “I…”
He instantly grabs it. “No, don’t stop on my account. I wanna watch you…” his hand moves along the waistband of your pants, bringing them down over your hipbones, “…touch yourself.”
The air hits the bare skin of your lower half and you shift on the sofa as Levi sits on the opposite end, getting a full view of you.
Having Levi's eyes on you in such a voyeuristic way, is enough to get you turned on again. You close your eyes and take a deep breath; he's so close you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with tobacco. You start touching yourself again, letting your fingers slide over your sensitive folds and around your clit.
It feels so good, but it's not enough now. Your chest rises as you let out a sharp puff of air.
"Poor baby...not doing it for you now is it?"
You open your eyes to see Levi moving closer to you, finally caging your head with one arm as the other caresses your inner thigh.
"Not as good as when I touch you, hm?" His hand inches closer and closer between your legs.
"Maybe you need a little help."
He lays his hand on top of yours and guides your middle finger over your clit again, making tauntingly slow circles. You let out a moan.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Wet from your juices, he pushes your finger inside of you, guiding it to move in and out.
"Mmmm...Levi..." you breathlessly moan as he continues to guide every movement of your hand.
"You want mine too, don't you?" He slides his finger in with yours, creating more friction. "How's that?"
You don't need the answer because the blissed-out smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know. You start moving your hips as both fingers continue to slide in and out of you.
Only when you come does Levi finally lean over and kiss you. "Not tired, are you?" You shake your head.
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Dee, my lovely, it's all your doing that I'm having a Jean moment to begin with! 楽しんでください！
Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)
Cowboy!Jean x Fem!Reader
C/W: Slightly dom!reader, face sitting, NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact!!
You loved to hate Jean.
He was, without a doubt, the cockiest bronc rider on the pro rodeo circuit. And as much as you hated to admit it, it was for good reason. Jean almost made it look effortless; as the wild horse bounded out of the chute, kicking and bucking, Jean would hold on tight, leaning back and anchoring his feet into the stirrups. He would ride it out, the full eight seconds, every time. He knew he was the best, and he had no problem telling (and showing) everyone. It infuriated you.
As a barrel racer, you often saw him at the same rodeos, a gaggle of women always waiting for him. He'd take pictures of them and sign autographs - an arrogant smile on his face as one woman unbuttoned her shirt for him to sign her breasts.
God, you hated him.
But you also loved to fuck him.
The first time, the two of you were drunk and horny after both winning in your respective events. A group of you had ended up at a honky tonk joint in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and as he spun you around the dance floor, he pulled you close, his hand moving down to the small of your back as he asked to go back to your hotel room.
It just never stopped after that.
There's a knock at your door and you open it to see him there, an arm leaning on the door frame.
"Hey," is all he says before he saunters inside. The moment the door clicks closed, you're grabbing him by the shirt and pinning him to the wall. His hands start to unbutton your blouse as yours move down to his muscular ass that’s squeezed into his tight Wrangler jeans.
Clothes fly off and you push him onto the bed. "Please...sit on my face," he begs. His voice is soft and needy, and as you straddle his shoulders, moving slowly towards his face, he whimpers.
You hover just above his mouth and feel the heat of his breath on your intimate parts. "You want this?"
"Fuck yes," he responds, "I wanna taste you...wanna make you feel good." His rough hands wrap around your waist, resting at your hip bones, but he doesn't dare push you down on him because he knows..
..you're in control.
You lower onto his face and he immediately drags his tongue along your vulva. He’s precise - he knows your body by now and knows exactly the way to move to make you feel good. But that doesn’t mean you just sit there. You begin to slowly grind your hips back and forth and moans of pleasure from both of you fill the room. His hands grab at your breasts desperately as your hips move faster, then in a circular motion. The new movement causes his tongue to flirt around your clit, but when he finally latches on it, you stop. He sucks on your clit, switching between light and hard suction, and it causes you to grab onto his hair. You know that his cock is rock hard behind you, and a part of your wants so badly to reach back and touch him, but you and he both know that this is how the game is played.
Your pleasure is first and foremost.
Jean continues to suck on your clit and lap at your pussy until your legs start to shake and your climax washes over you. When you move back, his face is covered with your juices. “Shit, I love how you taste.” His hands move up and down your thighs. “What else do you want?”
You move further down and start rubbing your pussy on his cock, causing him to take in a deep breath. “Depends…is that the best you can do tonight?”
“My wild girl…I’ll let you do whatever you want. Use me all night long, if that’s what you want.”
You love it, watching Jean moan and writhe beneath you as you fuck him. Within the four walls of your hotel room, the cocky, arrogant bastard becomes your slave, willing to do whatever you want, for as long as you want it. You sit up and put your hands on his pecs, feeling his muscles tense, his body coated in a layer of sweat, his eyes watching your body as his cock disappears inside you again and again. He knows you won’t stop until he’s given you everything.
Alright. For your NSFW requests. Can you do something with Levi, where you’re having a really shit day and all you want is for Levi to fuck the life out of you? That’s all I got at the moment. I’m a sucker for “I’m mad so fuck me” sex.
Smut Scribbles
26: "I want you to ruin me."
Bad Habit (NSFW)
Characters: Levi x Reader
Word Count: 775 words
Fiercely, Levi yanked your leg to his heaving chest, lifting your hips up so that he could sink his weight into you. Beneath him, your head was thrown back against the pillows, his name escaping you in strangled gasp. Insatiable, Levi pushed deeper, more insistently into you. Strangely, he found he was no longer concerned about the noise you were both making.
You hadn’t been expecting company that night. It seemed as though hours had passed as you had sat upon the lounge chair in your room, eyes glazed. You had been too exhausted to cry any more bitter tears. You stared at nothing; your body bowed forward so that one elbow rested upon your knee. Fretfully, you gnawed upon a bitten-down nail. One ugly thought surfaced, then another rose to take its place. Increasingly dark contemplations were emerging, leaping over one another; giving persistent chase around your mind.
A sharp knock had brought you back to your surroundings. Hastily rubbing your face, you approached the door. There was Levi, concern tightening his expression as his eyes searched your face. Of course, he had heard about what had happened today. Yet, the last thing you sought was his kindness. It was far worse than his contempt. You glanced over his shoulder first one way, then the other up the darkened corridor.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No…” Levi raised his eyebrows. He folded his arms, but did not cross the threshold. You turned your back to the doorway. There came the sound of a click.
“I’m not in the mood to talk about it.”
You coughed out a tearless sigh as Levi dropped his arms to his sides. He offered a half-shrug. You returned to your chair. Hesitantly, Levi made a brief motion as though he was about to leave again. Instead, with a gentle thud, he kicked off his boots by the door and took a seat beside you.
“No one’s making you talk.”
Exhausted, you sank against him. Your cheek rested on the collar of his jacket.
“This fucking day has been…” Your voice was hoarse. You gestured uselessly, buckled under the weight of such weariness. "I just want to forget it."
“I know,” came Levi’s reply, filled with doubtless reassurance. Beside you, he was real and solid and warm. For a moment, your pain wasn’t entirely insurmountable. Shifting slightly against him, your forehead rested against Levi’s chin. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest.
“Want me to stay?”
As his fingers tucked your hair away from your neck, you released your breath slowly. Levi had remained still then. You turned your head towards him. He did not move away. Then you gently brushed your lips against his.
"Levi..."
"Tell me." His fingers traced your chin, his breath lingering on your mouth.
“I..." You gazed at him, your heart beating with such fervour that you could feel its pulse in your throat.
"...I want you to fuck me. Right here. I want you to ruin me, Levi.”
You were both still learning each other’s patterns, rhythms, inclinations but, increasingly, your bodies were no longer strangers to one another. It was becoming easy to undress each other; safe to lose yourselves completely. It was becoming a habit.
Now your head was pressed into the pillows scattered upon your bed. Your legs were draped over Levi’s shoulders, so slick with sweat that they were slipping out of place. Levi’s hand clutched your ankle firmly. You were lost to an all-engrossing heat; one that was building so sharply, so agonising close. You hardly noticed when Levi’s fingers threaded through your own, gripping your hands as his thrusts became more desperate.
Your whole body rocked on a wave of ecstasy. As the sensation crested to its peak, you choked out a few incoherent words between sobs. Heat flared within you. Every muscle in your body clenched. And then, the sting of pleasure was ebbing away.
Levi’s movements were slowing. His eyes were closed; brow slightly furrowed in concentration; his cheeks flushed. Dark hair stood up, uncharacteristically unruly. Your chest pulled tight. You slid your hands up Levi’s back and into his dishevelled hair. Breathless words left you in a sigh. Levi’s body tensed. He drew back enough to look down at where you lay beneath him. Your eyes were half-closed; lips parted.
You knew he would not answer. Not until he was sure of what he had heard. Both of you shared the same secret but were too afraid to reveal it.
You took Levi’s warm face in your hands. Your lips met silently, softly. You held him there, and Levi showed no inclination to draw himself away, or to continue moving against you. He was still inside you; stomachs pressed together; skin warming one another, as he kissed you again. Your bodies moulded naturally, as though they were made for only this. As though they could remain this way for the rest of your days.
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Thanks for this, Bee! Because I’m such Levihan trash I’ve also written a Levi x Hange version here.
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Bad Habit (NSFW)
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 1147 words
Canon Universe
So, this links a couple of things together…
Fiercely, Levi yanked Hange’s leg to his heaving chest, lifting her hips up so that he could sink his weight into her. Beneath him, Hange’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his name escaping her in strangled gasp. Insatiable, Levi pushed deeper, more insistently into her. Strangely, he found he was no longer concerned about the noise they were both making.
This felt different to the last time they had been together… That had been a quick, messy, sweaty affair; half-dressed and leaning against a block of straw. Hange remembered the clumsy, desperate kisses; her hair still wet from the rain; her cold lips against Levi’s neck. There had been no time for self-consciousness, for they had only stolen a few precious moments together. Afterwards they had found it hard to look at one another; clawing pieces of hay from tangled hair, hastily buttoning shirts and fastening belts. There had been no time to think about their next meeting, or to question the events which had passed inside the stable… Before she had even acknowledged the line she and Levi had just crossed, Hange had found herself rushing back to the castle with her jacket held up over her head.
But this time, things were different. Hange hadn’t been expecting company that night. It seemed as though hours had passed as she had sat upon the lounge chair in her room, eyes glazed. She had been too exhausted to cry any more bitter tears. Hange stared at nothing; her body bowed forward so that one elbow rested upon her knee. Fretfully, she gnawed upon a bitten-down nail. One ugly thought surfaced, then another rose to take its place. Increasingly wild theories were emerging, leaping over one another; giving persistent chase around her mind.
A sharp knock had brought her back to her surroundings. Hastily rubbing her face, Hange approached the door. There was Levi, bearing a china cup and saucer. Of course he’d brought tea. Was it a pretence? She had hardly entertained the thought before glancing over his shoulder first one way, then the other up the darkened corridor.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No…” Levi raised his eyebrows. He held out the cup to her, but did not cross the threshold. Hange turned her back to the doorway. There came the sound of a click.
“You never make two. You didn’t think I’d ask you in, huh?”
Hange coughed out a tearless sigh as Levi set the tea down upon a small, round table. He offered a half-shrug. Hange returned to her chair. Hesitantly, Levi made a brief motion as though he was about to leave again. Instead, with a gentle thud, he kicked off his boots by the door and took a seat beside her.
Seemingly, Hange felt like talking after all. The conversation wound itself in convoluted loops, beginning with the deaths of Sawney and Bean, before meandering through possible theories. First, Erwin’s, which had been the outcome of the little information they had managed to gather. Soon their talk wandered through the labyrinth of Hange’s thoughts; twisting into complications which neither could explain. What would the attacker’s next move be? The expedition teams were leaving tomorrow; it could not be delayed. There were those who knew. There were those who could never know. Hange’s tea had grown cold in its cup, the colour fading from golden brown to milky grey.
“It’s not just about the titans…” Hange’s voice was hoarse. “It’s…”
She gestured uselessly, buckled under the weight of such weariness. No. It wasn’t grief for Sawney and Bean but the wasted effort. Her heart ached with it; the risk to those lives who had helped to capture the titans. And what was there to show for their preparation and sacrifice? It was all for nothing. Worse, the Scouts were bound to face the same danger all over again if they were to learn anything new.
“I know,” came Levi’s reply, filled with doubtless reassurance.
Exhausted, Hange sank against him. Her cheek rested on the collar of his jacket.
“I know it's more than that. And we’re all just as sorry for it.”
Beside her, he was real and solid and warm. For a moment, the horror of the situation wasn’t entirely insurmountable. They would find the perpetrator, one way or another. Even if it wouldn’t bring the test subjects back. Even if it meant putting even more lives at risk… alas, that was the Scouts’ burden to bear. Hange shifted slightly against him. Her forehead rested against Levi’s chin. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest. As his fingers stroked her hair back from her face, Hange released her breath slowly. Levi had remained still then. Hange turned her head towards him. He did not move away. Then she gently brushed her lips against his.
Everything had happened quickly after that, like a series of choreographed movements. They were learning each other’s patterns, rhythms, inclinations, as though by instinct. Their bodies were no longer strangers to one another. It was suddenly easy to undress each other; safe to lose themselves completely. It was becoming a habit.
Now Hange’s head was pressed into the pillows scattered upon her bed. Her legs were draped over Levi’s shoulders, so slick with sweat that they were slipping out of place. Levi’s hand clutched her ankle firmly. Hange was lost to an all-engrossing heat; one that was building so sharply, so agonisingly close. She hardly noticed when Levi’s fingers threaded through her own, gripping her hands as his thrusts became more desperate.
Her whole body rocked on a wave of ecstasy. As the sensation crested to its peak, Hange choked out a few incoherent words between her sobs. Heat flared within her. Every muscle in her body clenched. And then, the sting of pleasure was ebbing away.
Levi’s movements were slowing. His eyes were closed; brow slightly furrowed in concentration; his cheeks flushed. Dark hair stood up, uncharacteristically unruly. Hange’s chest pulled tight. Her hands slid up Levi’s back and into his dishevelled hair. Breathless words left her in a sigh. Levi’s body tensed. He drew back enough to look down at where she lay beneath him. Her eyes were half-closed; face aglow.
She knew he would not answer. Not until he was sure of what he had heard. Both shared the same secret but were too afraid to reveal it.
Hange took Levi’s warm face in her hands. Their lips met silently, softly. She held him there and Levi showed no inclination to draw himself away, or to continue moving against her. He was still inside her; stomachs pressed together; skin warming one another, as he kissed her again. Their bodies moulded naturally, as though they were made for only this. As though they could remain this way for the rest of their days.
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Levi x Reader version is here.
