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𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬 | 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

the odds are never going to be on your side. you knew that very well when you got paired with your biggest academic rival, levi.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: levi ackerman x gn!reader

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: academic rival trope, slight enemies to lovers, modern & high school au, fluff, slightly proofread so there might be potential errors.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 2,963

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i had this storyline idea while stressing out with school works. i am unable to commit in writing many chapters, so this turned into a one shot instead. i’m so in love with this man i wish he was real. please give him some love too! enjoy! <3

You’ve once known that fate, is a tricky thing.

It is something that is created for someone, or something. Despite any other circumstances, it is meant to happen.

What you also know is that fate is having its best time fooling you around. Making all odds turn its back against you.

Like how your alarm got off at 6:30 when you’re certain you’ve set it at 5:30, making you late for your first class.

How you managed to switch sugar with salt, making you have the saltiest coffee known to mankind.

Or how you tripped over nothing, making your essay papers that was due, dissolve in the water puddle while on your way to school.

You were certain that fate is laughing at you when your science professor paired you with Levi for a report presentation the same day.

That day couldn’t have gotten any worse.

You’ve always seen him as a rival in terms of academics. Regardless of the fact that you don’t interact with him much, you’re sure he sees you the same way you do with him.

Even though it’s infuriating that he was indeed better than you in some certain aspects, you try not hold any personal grudges against him.

Instead, you make him the reason to strive for the best and stay on top.

Your professor gave the whole class the free will to choose any topic, as long as it is still related to science.

It is to be presented the day before your final exams for the last quarter of the last semester starts.

Meaning, you have ten weeks for this project.

Also meaning ten weeks working with Levi Ackerman.

You slumped heavily on your table with a strained sigh, still recovering from the unfortunate train of events earlier, as your professor gave your class the remaining time to brainstorm for the project.

“You look shitty.”

“Did the god of cleanliness have finally decided to grace me with his presence?”

Great.

He pulled up a chair besides you, as you took out a paper to write down notes of ideas.

There’s some bickering here and there when he started to bring up that one history test he was one point higher than you.

It was to spite you, obviously, but you bit back.

So, you brought up the time when you won first place against him in a quiz bee.

Even with arguments, you both managed to talk about the presentation nonetheless.

Surprisingly, you and Levi were already thinking of the same topic, so it was easier to agree with each other.

What are the odds of that?

“So, astronomy it is? Final?” you asked your partner.

“No objections but, we still have to be more specific.”

You try to think of something. For a moment, nothing’s coming in your mind, until, “What if we do a report about meteors, asteroids, and comets?”

“You like those shit?”

“It’s intriguing! Plus, half of our class probably doesn’t know its differences. We can add that to the significance of our report.”

“Fair enough.”

“Uhh, here.” You torn a piece of paper and gave it to him. “Just write your email address. I’ll start our document and I’ll forward it to you.”

He writes on the paper then handed it to you, “The sooner we’re done, the better.”

“Right.”

You thought that maybe working with Levi wasn’t going to be bad after all.

But your bubbles soon burst the moment he entered the café you both agreed to meet at.

“Did you receive the document I emailed you?” You ask, looking up at him from your laptop.

“I did. What’s with the document name? At least try to be professional with this.”

You looked back on your laptop, having no clue what he’s talking about.

Surely enough, the document is named something rather silly.

You edited it immediately, jabbering as you do so, “Oh god, I didn’t mean to! It was late when I started this, I typed whatever came into mind—“

“And you couldn’t think of anything better?” He sat down in front of you, “If I’m stuck with someone like you for the rest of the semester I might as well be damned.”

That pushed your buttons. “Excuse you? For the record, I’m the one who has to put up with you. And by the way, the document is editable. Unfortunately your tiny brain doesn’t know that.”

It went like that for the rest of the week. More petty quarrels resulting only little of your work done.

If this is how your first week working with him is, what more with the upcoming weeks?

You’d think that the two top students in class being paired wasn’t such a bad idea but you were so wrong with that.

What has fate gotten you into?

On the third week, you’ve had enough with both of you being childish.

You slammed your hands on the table, “Look, Levi. We don’t have to like each other. But for the sake of this project, we need to put our differences aside.”

He looks at you for a moment, then sighed.

“Truce?”

With a hand shake, the quarrels died down. Still, sometimes you can’t avoid having to bicker but, you mind it less unlike before. It was starting to feel like it’s becoming part of your routine.

Then for the first time, you thought that maybe fate finally took pity on you when Levi brought you a coffee and sandwich when you both meet up at the library.

Especially that you haven’t eaten anything yet that day.

What are the odds?

“What’s this for?”

He didn’t answer your question. He just sat down as he took a sip of his black tea.

You were hesitant to accept it, until he says, “Do you want it or not?”

“It could be poisoned for all I know.”

“If I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done that a long time ago.”

With your stomach growling, you gave in and happily ate the sandwich and drank your coffee.

Was that his way of apologizing to you?

The rest of the day felt like a blur.

You were almost certain that he was stealing glances at you from time to time.

When both of you would make subtle eye contacts, you were immediate to look away.

The moment he stood up to gather some text books, you let out a sigh that you have been keeping in for hours.

What game was fate trying to play with you?

Minutes later, he placed the books on the table with a thud. Ignoring whatever was that earlier, the both of you started reading to gather information that can be useful for your report.

An information caught your interest, so you spoke up, “Hey, look at this.” You nudged Levi and showed him the text on the book you’re reading.

“Roughly 450 meters wide and 170 meters tall Asteroid Apophis, expected to hit Earth five years from now.”

You gave Levi a moment to read the text your finger is pointed at, “It is also said that those speculations went down to zero. The odds of it making an impact anytime soon is low. Read again.”

“Still! It’s also said that Apophis will come closer to Earth nevertheless! We can add this information to scare our classmates.”

“We can, but I don’t want to risk our grades for an information that might be erroneous.”

There was silence for some minutes, until you speak up once again.

“That asteroid’s fate to hit Earth centuries from now is sad if you think about it. It’s much more majestic in outer space than in here.”

“And somehow you’re worried about the asteroid being in Earth and not humanity getting crumpled by an asteroid? You’re weird.”

“You’re no fun.” You scowled at him.

He let out a low groan, “Just focus.”

From then on up to the following weeks, you accomplish to finish your report paper with Levi.

To think both of you started on a rough path, who would’ve thought?

Only a week until the day of your presentation, and all that’s left is proofreading the paper and practicing your script.

Then, you’ll part ways with Levi Ackerman.

In some way, you didn’t like the idea of that.

One night, or day, you buried your face on both of your palms, proceeding to rub your eyes.

Then you looked at the time on your phone.

1:28 AM

Past midnight and four caffeines in, yet you still haven’t started proofreading your work.

Just when you thought fate is starting to be kind to you.

With the amount of school works piling up and the final exams just around the corner, everything is overwhelming.

Being a graduating high school student, you have to take care a lot of application papers and prepare a ton of admissions essay.

On fucking top of that, Levi is also messing with your thoughts each day.

You couldn’t get him out of your mind, even if you wanted to.

Is fate so against you it made you suffer like that?

You looked back on your laptop again, trying to focus, and you were sure you see some words in the document being typed in by itself.

Deprived in sleep so much you were starting to have delusions?

You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, and surely enough you weren’t seeing things.

Well, it is possible for someone to edit the document.

But it would be no one other than…

Levi.

Won’t you look at that.

What are the odds you and Levi were awake and both proofreading your work at the exact same time?

Your hands found their way on the keyboard. You add an empty page, and started to type, ‘Levi, is that you?’

You saw a word being deleted, but it stopped midway. You wait, until you saw letters being typed out below your text.

‘Who else, idiot.’

You smiled as you type again, ‘Why are you still awake?’

‘Fixing your shitty errors. What else?’ He responded immediately.

‘You’re mean.’

‘And you’re weird. Why are you awake?’

‘Doing the same thing as you.’

‘Clearly you’re not doing a great job and any progress like I am.’

You let out a sigh as you type, ‘Had a tiring day. I’ll focus, sorry.’

Out of all platforms, you and Levi were communicating in google docs. You wanted to laugh at that.

He didn’t type out a response instantly. You wait for what it seems like twenty minutes or so.

You thought that maybe he has already fallen asleep, but your eyes lit up in anticipation when you saw letters being typed.

‘Get some rest. I can handle this my own.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very.’

‘But why?’

‘Don’t want to risk my grades for having a shitty output because my shitty pair is worn out.’

For the first time, you smiled at his remark and you didn’t make any retort.

Before you could turn your laptop off, you managed to catch a glimpse of what he typed out lastly.

‘Sleep tight.’

With that, you doze off with a smile on your face.

You can figure out what you feel for Levi Ackerman later. For now, you’d like to enjoy every bit of time you have with him.

At that point, you weren’t sure what fate has planned out for you.

Time passed by quickly. The day of your final presentation had finally come.

You practiced your script with Levi multiple times, and yet, you’re still a nervous wreck.

You paced back and forth in the back of your classroom, trying to recite your part in your mind.

In 15 minutes the presentation will start, and Levi is still nowhere to be seen.

That adds to one of your reasons for anxiety.

You were almost about to shed a tear when you hear your professor announce that the presentation will start, that is until Levi entered the room at the same time.

You let out a big sigh of relief, watching him make his way to you.

“I don’t know if I should punch you for not showing up earlier or thank you for actually showing up.”

He sat on a chair besides you, “Ran into some couple of problems on the way.”

You sighed once more. You can feel a bit of tense released from your shoulder. Still, you can’t shake the train of what if’s out of your mind…

What if you forget your part?

What if you instantly get mental blocked?

What if someone asks a question that you can’t answer?

What if Levi gets disappointed in you?

What if—

“Hey.”

You shriek as you felt a hand on top of yours. You looked at your hand that is being held by Levi, then you look at him.

His eyes met yours, “You’re shaking.”

Exhaling, “Sorry.” You looked down, bashful.

It was silent between the two of you, then you felt his fingers move to your palm, creating circular motions.

“I’ve read somewhere it helps people stay calm.”

“I wasn’t even going to ask.”

Finally, you maintained eye contact with him. The wave of ease hitting your senses the longer you look into his eyes.

You swore you could’ve melt into his touch.

“We’re in this together. You’ll do great.” He spoke up.

You let out a low chuckle, “Not shitty this time?”

“No.” He gave you a smirk.

He continued to caress your hand. As much as you didn’t want to, he lets go of it when both of you were called up to present.

You shook off the remaining nerves, ready to deliver an excellent report.

Just like Levi said, you did great.

The flow of the presentation was perfect. There were no holes in every information that was put in. The two of you even managed to answer every question that was thrown.

The both of you aced it.

You felt so happy with the outcome you thanked fate for not screwing you up this time.

As the final pair end their presentation, the whole class erupted in cheer for each and everyone’s hard work.

With that, the final science project for the school year has ended.

Also meaning the time you spend with Levi has ended.

It’s funny how ironic this is.

Ten weeks ago, you were yearning for this project to be done so you won’t see him again.

Ten weeks later, you’re yearning for more moments and meet ups with him.

It makes you wonder, is fate making him think and feel the same way as you do right now?

You went to the washroom to freshen up you and your thoughts as your professor gave the remaining time for a break.

Once you went back, there were no signs of Levi in the room.

But, your eyes landed on something that is placed on your table.

Coffee and Sandwich.

The same type of coffee, same type of sandwich Levi gave you after you both called for a truce.

Except, there’s a folded paper next to it.

You took the paper and opened it.

The contents inside made you want to run to find Levi and hug him.

In the note was written,

“The chances of me being paired with you are higher than an asteroid ever hitting the Earth. I like the odds of that.”

So for once you’ve decided, to let fate do its thing and let it lead you.

.

.

.

“That was four years ago? Unbelievable.”

The man besides you mutter, as you both walk together, hands intertwined.

“Four years ago, and I still remember it clear like it was yesterday. Isn’t that amazing, Levi?”

He scoffs, “You and your amazing brain.”

“Time flies so fast. Years ago we were at each other’s throat. Look at us now.”

As the saying goes, fate sure has its weird way bringing people together.

The both of you stop walking, finally reaching the top of the hill. Your breath hitched at the enchanting sight before you.

The sky is a perfect shade of blue colliding with purple.

You allow the gust of wind to sweep your hair as you inhale the fresh scent of air.

Is this what fate is planning for you all along?

“But I don’t think this is fate’s doing.” You say.

Levi only looks at you, expecting you to carry on.

“Us being paired together in that one science presentation, that may be fate’s doing. But us being here? It’s destiny.”

“Destiny?”

You look back at him, “We had the choice to ask our professor to be paired with another classmate, bu—“

“—but we didn’t.”

He finishes your sentence which makes you chuckle.

“We didn’t.” You repeat, smiling at him. “This was our destiny from the start.”

“Since when did you start thinking about cheesy stuff like that?”

“Since the day you left that note after our presentation.”

“That was a moment of weakness.”

You burst out laughing, and Levi smirks…

No, he smiles at you.

“Hey, Levi.”

“Yeah?”

You look at the pool of stars above you, “Do you think the chances of Asteroid Apophis landing on the exact same spot we’re sitting at are high?”

“I thought we’re through this conversation?”

“Oh come on! You’re no fun!”

He lets out a soft snicker, “Well, only fate knows what is stored for that asteroid.”

“Who says something about being cheesy now?” You giggle.

“Oh shut up. You started it.”

“I did.”

“Your ways are rubbing off on me.”

“I try my best. I’m glad it’s working.”

“And this is what I have to put up with for the rest of my life.”

“You love me though.”

“I do.”

In this forever cherished memory, you think that maybe…

Just maybe.

The odds are finally on your side now.

© withered-primrose, 2024

press four for more options. | part three.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 4k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut, alternate universe (modern), sex work, phone sex, dirty talk, dom!levi, light dom/sub, guided masturbation, edging, pet names, sex toys, multiple orgasms, mentions of body image Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

part two. / part four. | masterlist

“Hel-lo, is the idiot in the room still with us?”

A slender hand waves back and forth, back and forth, until you awake from your everlasting daydream.

Annie Leonhart sits across from you at your favorite coffee shop looking like the cat that caught the canary.

That knowing smirk hasn’t left her face since she sat down.

Curling her fingers, she pulls her arm and returns her hand to join the other under her chin once she’s finally caught your attention.

The small blonde squints her icy blue eyes, observing, deciding on what you’ll say before you launch your defense.

“That good, huh?”

Embarrassment is your first folly.

"I— What?!”

“I know a blissful climax cloud when I see one.”

“Annie.”

Sometimes Annie could be an ass, too smug for her own good, but she was a fiercely loyal friend and colleague.

Everything is meant in jest — at least, to you. Not many others got to avoid her wrath.

You lean over the table, reaching your hand out to cover her mouth.

She manages to duck your advances, expertly so, and rears her head with a small chuckle.

“Relax, no one’s listening,” she chides.

“That’s not true,” you argue under your breath. “It's a small shop. You know the vultures circle this place.”

“Not since the old thirsties got busted for their smutty book club — which, quite frankly, I resent losing.”

"You resent?" you repeat, mirroring her squint. “But you never ended up joining the old lady book club.”

“Mm, I didn’t,” Annie agrees, picking up her coffee cup to sip leisurely. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t listen. I looked up a couple of those titles for myself. In retrospect, they had good taste.”

“Seriously?”

“Dead.”

She pauses, setting the cup back on the table.

“So… are you going to make me work for the details, or what?” she finally leads, getting to the point while you skate around it with imaginary triple axels. “Did you call again after Friday?”

You did.

In fact, you've called several times — almost every night since last Friday with the exception of Tuesday, since you’d fallen asleep as soon as you hit the couch after working overtime.

It’s now another Friday afternoon, one week from the first time you’d called the hotline, and you’re wondering what constitutes bordering on addiction.

“I have,” you confirm. 

“That’s all you’re going to say?” she chastises with a grimace. “Boo — tomato, tomato.”

“What?! What did you want me to say?”

“For starters, who the guy is.”

“Not happening.”

“Loser.” A beat passes. “But it’s not Bert?”

You shake your head vehemently.

“Definitely not Bert.”

“Thank god,” she exhales. “I like you, but I don’t know if I like you enough to be calling up the same dude to get our rocks off.”

“Jesus, Annie.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a prude.”

You pick up your own tea, sliding it across the table before taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t know how you freely talk about this like we’re trying out restaurants.”

“Because it’s not real?” she suggests, and your stomach flip-flops. 

You know it isn’t. 

It’s a job.

It’s his job.

“I don’t know,” Annie continues, sitting back against her chair with her arm draped across the curve. “It’s no strings attached and hot. I’ll never meet Bert, and he’ll never meet me, and it isn’t like he’s going to ask to hold my hand and beg me to meet his mom.”

“You’re such a commitment-phobe,” you comment with the roll of your eyes. “You won’t ever meet anyone’s mom.”

“Yeah, because I’m not a psycho,” she replies with a snort. “I take it you went premium?”

You nod once. “Levi suggested it.”

Her eyes widen, delighted, and you scowl at your own stupidity.

“Levi?”

Ah.

Fuck.

"Wait." You sit up taller. “Don’t—”

“Oh, that’s a hot name.”

“Annie, I swear to—”

She sours to herself. “Damn, that’s so much hotter than moaning Bert.”

The tea in your cup bubbles from your chortled breath. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, not my favorite name ever, but that’s fine — because it’s more like he’s moaning Annie.”

Paired with a wicked grin, your friend winks at you.

“We have two very different wants.”

You squint, and her grin widens. “Wait, do you—”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh my god, Annie.”

“What?!” she chirps with a chuckle. “You like the bossy ones, I like being the boss. You’re not allowed to kink shame me. We’re in this shit together.”

“Who said I like being bossed around?!”

She points her finger at your facedown phone.

“Porco Galliard bosses people around. I’m not stupid. And you scream ‘I don’t like being assertive’.”

Great.

The same observation Levi made over the phone without ever meeting you in person.

“Whatever, that isn’t the point,” you wave off, deciding to try and swerve the subject. “I wanted to ask: how many times do you call a week?”

Annie presses the tip of her tongue against her cheek as she considers.

“A week? Maybe two, three at most. It used to be a hell of a lot more, but I’m working a lot of late nights.”

“When you say ‘a hell of a lot more’, do you mean—?”

“Daily?” she finishes for you then tries to recall. “Why? Are you daily right now?” 

You hate yourself for a second. 

“Sort of? It’s only been a few days, but—”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She reassures in that randomly serious way Annie can pull on a rare occasion.

Making fun of people might be her favorite pastime, but if she can sense true withdrawal from her friends, then she’s quick to stop. 

The blonde reaches over the table to pat your hand, but it’s hardly a comfort.

Annie is about as comforting as raw-dog wearing a hand-knitted sweater by an amateur: it's itchy, too tight, and you want it to stop immediately. 

“You’re a grown woman with grown woman money. If guys can go get blue balled at the strip club, then why can’t we call a hot guy over the phone?”

Again: not comforting at all.

With reluctance, you nod.

“You have a point.”

“I know I have a point.”

“Then again, I don’t know how long term this fix can be,” you reason. “It’s very expensive.”

“Yeah, but you know what’s more expensive?” Annie retorts. “Hooking up with a stranger at a bar who’s abysmal in bed. Maybe not so much for your wallet, but definitely for your ego.”

“And your sanity,” you agree, “if they’re weird.”

“Or a creep.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“A weird creep that happens to be a serial killer.”

You both give each other a look, an unspoken conversation of two delusional women saying ‘exactly’ in a singular gesture, as you sync the sips of your drinks.

.

.

— —

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.

  “Do you ever — ha — use to — oh — ys?”

You’re not sure why you’re so chatty with your rabbit vibrator barely hovering over the hood of your clit.

A week ago, you would've been trying to smother yourself with a pillow for talking.

However, with each night you’ve called Levi, the more comfortable you’ve become.

More bold, if openly using toys tells him anything.

The avalanche that brought you here was quite swift.

Traffic lights no longer remind you of the cars on the road but the man waiting for you on this hotline.

A willing striptease; a compliance to do what you wish but let him take the lead.

All you had to say was ‘my hand’s getting tired’ during an edging session.

All Levi had to reply with was ‘if you had a toy, I’d allow you to tag it in’.

Allow.

Like you’re completely under his spell.

Like you couldn’t have been using one from the get-go, but you listened.

You said you did.

He said grab it.

(God, you always listen.)

Now you’re here, legs spread in the center of your bed with your phone sitting between the valley of your breasts as you talk to him through the speaker.

“I am right now,” Levi replies in that diplomatic way of his, the lift of his voice telling: he’s amused by the way you try to speak to him, even when you’re ready to scream with impatience.

“I meant on yourself,” you exhale shakily.

“On myself?”

“Like on c-calls,” you stammer, forcing yourself to focus.

He loves when you lose your mind.

You refuse to cave so fast tonight.

“A mystery for another day,” he teases, before adding in a firmer tone: “You earned it. Touch it to your clit, but don’t go inside yet. I want you wet and ready for me, understand?”

“You’re so mean.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he softens for just a moment. “And don’t talk back.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you joke, before pressing the device against your clit.

The vibrations surge pleasure down your legs, causing your toes to curl.

You’re not sure if it’s the ‘sir’ or the moan you emit that makes him groan in return.

“The answer is no,” he finally states.

For a second, you think you did something wrong.

Then you circle back, remembering what you asked in the first place.

Right.

The toys question.

“You don’t?”

“Not on me, no.” He exhales, slow and steady. “Too busy making sure I’m hitting the script.”

That’s the funny thing about these calls:

The fourth wall? 

Broken.

He doesn’t pretend to be your boyfriend for the night, just as you don’t pretend he’s only yours.

You’re aware he’s a sex worker, just as he seems to open up about his profession when speaking to you.

At first Levi wouldn’t — it was meant to be a fantasy — but each night he’s divulged more.

Like how he used to be in the military. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he has an affinity for tea, going so far as to have a mild cup with you after a session in lieu of a cigarette. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he’s a Capricorn. (Unrelated to sex — kind of.)

In the midst of learning about him, you’ve learned about yourself.

You’re less vanilla than you originally thought.

With Porco, things felt regimented.

Scheduled.

You weren’t willing to open up your heart, much less your legs, because he was too cold behind closed doors.

Focused.

Driven to his work and passions.

Levi, on the other hand, will suggest leaning against the wall with your hand in your underwear, eyes forced to watch yourself in your full-length mirror.

To worship yourself, when he can’t.

To pump your fingers into your weeping core, when he can’t.

To give over complete and utter control with the promise that you’ll come as many times as he asks you to, because if he could be in this very room — this very apartment — he’d easily do it himself.

With Levi, you’re bold.

With Levi, you’re in.

So you’re not shy to arch your back, moaning into the receiver when you feel your first orgasm approaching you like the incoming tide.

“Levi,” you whimper his name, “can I—”

“Shit, baby, you know you can,” he practically purrs, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “C’mon. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours, huh? Just for me?”

“Just for—”

The last word is garbled by the way your teeth clench, legs snapping together as the first climax hits after a relentless twenty-minute edging session.

It’s unreal.

It’s pain.

It’s bliss.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

(Freedom.)

You pant, pulling the vibrator away from your body for a moment to catch your breath.

You hear him hum with approval on the other end, a low rumble against your chest.

“That’s a good girl,” he says after a beat. “Feeling better?”

“So much,” you confess breathlessly.

“You sound better.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Didn’t do much.”

“Oh shut up,” you scowl before laughing.

Turning off the toy for a momentary reprieve, you allow yourself to catch your breath as you grin up at the ceiling.

“Always so goddamn modest.”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs, shifting on the other end of the line. “Can’t take a damn compliment to save your life.”

You make a face like he can see you in the dark, but you decide to continue the conversation.

That’s a new thing the two of you have picked up — talking.

Lots of talking.

You get off, sure, but he knows your work drama, your chore schedule — your mailmen even have the same first name, funnily enough.

“I’m serious, though,” you exhale. “Do you ever like… get off? Without toys, obviously.”

“During a call?” he clarifies, and you nod. He answers like he can see it. “No, not — not typically.”

“Wow, so you’ve faked an orgasm with me,” you tease with a blissed out snort. “Shame, shame, I know your name.”

“I what?”

“Faked it,” you clarify, fluffing your pillows behind your head as you situate yourself on your bed. “As if I don’t hear you breathing all heavy and shit over there.”

Then something unusual happens.

The man grows quiet on the other side. 

Nothing shuffles.

No huffs or ‘tchs’.

Just… silence.

“Levi?” you ask, brows knit.

A beat passes, but he answers.

“Yeah?”

“Are you good over there?”

“I— yeah, fine,” he clears his throat.

Uh-oh.

You frown immediately, blinking twice. “Sorry, was that a weird question?”

“Not at all,” he clarifies, gruff this time, “just… I said not typically, not never.”

…oh.

Oh.

Suddenly you abandon the rabbit and sit up in bed, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Wait.”

“Scarlet.”

“No, did you actually—”

“I already said too much.”

“No, wait, you can’t just imply that you’ve gotten off with me then abandon ship here, Levi!”

“I’m not abandoning ship — why do you say such weird shit sometimes?”

“How many times?!” you yelp.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Holy shit,” you exhale, “I’m so mad I didn’t pay attention.”

It’s like you can hear Levi squinting, narrowing his eyes with uncertainty on the other end of the phone. “...why would you be mad?”

“Because maybe I want to hear you get off, too?” you suggest simply.

Another agonizing breath of silence.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you place your phone on your sheets and pick up the vibrator, contemplating your next move.

“Because I would totally love to just… I don’t know, make you moan, too? See what you taste like? Feel you lose control, pull my hair, hold my head down while I wrap my lips around—”

“Baby.”

Two syllables shoot out of his mouth, as if overwhelmed with shock.

Huh.

An Uno reverse in your favor.

You’re no Shakespeare, but what you say is as honest as words can possibly be.

“I picture you all the time,” you confess softly, pressing the rabbit vibrator’s first function.

A low rumble begins, and you guide it between your legs.

You’re already soaked from your session.

There will be little give to the toy.

“When we’re not on the phone together, I wonder what it would be like. I could be at work. I could be at a coffee shop. Like, holy shit, I was meeting with a friend today and all I could think of is how badly I’d love to just take you to it — maybe disappear in the back hall, find a bathroom? I’d bend over a sink. I don’t wear skirts all the time, but I’d wear one for you.”

You hear shifting on the other end of the line, but Levi is deathly silent.

Mindlessly, your hand takes hold of the vibrator and you press against your entrance.

With a tiny whimper, you push in, deliciously enveloped in a sea of vibrations.

“You wouldn’t need to wear a skirt.”

Suddenly his voice appears, and you accidentally push the vibrator further in, causing a strangled moan to exit your mouth. 

“Le—”

“Pants are just as easy,” Levi cuts you off, a thread of a whisper. “Couldn’t take that much effort. Wouldn’t give a shit if anyone saw your damn clothes at your ankles.”

Suddenly the room burns.

“I just know you’d fill me up so good,” you whine, and there’s a sharp hiss on the other end.

“Jesus Christ.”

There.

You hear it: the waver in his voice.

“Yeah, baby,” he concedes. “I’d fill you so fucking good.”

You whimper, a pathetic little noise at the base of your throat, and he exhales a large breath — as if he’s been holding back this entire time.

“Promise?”

“When have I ever led you astray?” he challenges, a bit more strained now.

It’s the hottest thing you've ever heard.

“I wanna make you feel so good,” you breathe, ragged and wrecked, and there’s a small groan on the other end of the line.

“You already do, baby.”

“Not how I want to,” you argue in return, body pulsating with the growing need to release a second. “You’re so good at making me cum, but all I want is to take it how you want me — bend me over and fill me up, push me to my knees and stick my tongue out—”

“Fuck,” he curses sharply. “You’re so good for me. So, so fucking good, not fuckin’ fair.”

“Wanna cum with you.”

He groans, louder this time, and inhales the most deliciously jagged breath you’ve ever heard.

“Right there, baby,” he forces out. “C’mon. Give me one more. Just one more.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You purposefully bite your tongue when you come a second time, squeezing your eyes shut with all of your senses focused solely on your ears.

A grunt, as if he’s holding back just the same before exhaling, slow and languid.

In your mind’s eye, you see it: how he uses his teeth to hold up his t-shirt, painting his abdomen with streaks of white as he holds himself back from climaxing too loud. His whole body trembles. He squeezes the tip, milking himself for all he’s worth.

Pulling the vibrator from your body, you turn it off and toss it elsewhere on your bed. Your body curls around your phone, trying to stay quiet so you can listen.

Shaky.

Exhausted.

Not typically, not never.

You say nothing, can’t, but a small giggle of euphoria emits from your throat.

Surprisingly, Levi chuckles back with that drugged slowness that comes with exhaustion.

“You’re too damn giddy after two orgasms,” he chastises, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Uh-huh, Huff ‘n Puff,” you tease right back, and he tsk’s right against the phone.

And in your heart, you know—

Know you’re in deep shit.

Know that you like Levi, even if it’s impossible to like a stranger.

Maybe when you get this month’s credit card bill, you’ll sober up from your crush.

But not right now.

Just not right now.

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  The next morning, you’re up bright and early.

Skip the elevator to the apartment lobby.

Walk down the stairs to kickstart your adrenaline.

Skip the coffee at the local shop.

Choose a small cup of chai instead.

By the time you make it to the gym, you’re more ready than you ever have been in your life to take on the day.

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  Forty-five minutes later, your sweat even has sweat.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, the endorphins from a tough workout only make you feel that more excited to get your shit together. To be more mindful of your time.

(Totally not because your last call with Levi was unreal. Nope.)

Overall, you went from hating your life to — well, this.

Whatever this is.

Owning your self agency and worth after a pitiful breakup?

Unfortunately joining this gym had been Porco’s idea — he’s a treadmill hamster, and you got swindled by the sea of abs under his tank tops.

A ‘couples activity’, whatever that meant.

(Being sweaty and tired without an orgasm to finish it off never did feel rewarding.)

After the breakup you considered trying to get out of your 6-month contract, but Porco dipped first.

He joined Pieck’s crossfit endeavor somewhere else in the city, leaving you and this dingy little gym to commiserate together.

Now?

Now, you excitedly get ready in the morning to the gym — not to get thin or look a certain way to appease anyone else. A revenge body is bonafide stupid.

No — you don’t want to be anything but stronger.

Because Levi would probably think it was hot if you were stronger.

Maybe the next time you call, he’ll be impressed that you’ve taken to strength training. 

Maybe he’ll give you some pointers — one more topic of conversation to be had.

Setting down the free weights back on the rack after a thorough cleaning of the equipment, you step out of the way of the other regulars gearing up for their workout and head towards the locker rooms to shower.

In the small pocket of your leggings, you hear your phone vibrate. 

Digging your hand in to fish it out, you see a familiar name on your lock screen.

[A. LEONHART]: Yo [A. LEONHART]: We’re all going out Tuesday for drinks – u in?

All.

All means the department.

All might mean Porco and Pieck.

Annie must sense your apprehension, before adding:

[A. LEONHART]: Porky probs not going, Pieck’s got a family thing

Well, that’s two positives.

[ME]: I’ll think about it. [A. LEONHART]: Think about it????

[A. LEONHART]: 🍅🍅🍅

Her and her fucking tomatoes.

You snort and begin to write back—

But not before accidentally slamming chest to chest into a stranger.

The phone flies out of your hand like a bar of wet soap.

Like a Scooby Doo short, it alley-oops to the sky then smashes down against the black-speckled rubber gym floor.

Before you can even react, the person you’d bumped into is bending to crouch on the floor.

“Shit. My fault.”

Every cell in your body freezes.

Time ceases to exist.

They scoop your phone into their hand, flipping it over checking for damage. 

Luckily, the screen is intact. 

No fall damage.

But that isn’t why you’re frozen.

As they rise to full stance, your eyes are still downcast. 

From their sneakers your eyes crawl up, up, up — noticing the basketball shorts that cut just above the knee with compression under armor peeking beneath.

On his torso is an emerald green tank top, clinging to his flexing abs, the fabric speckled with sweat. 

His collarbones are defined; chin just as sharp as his cheekbones.

Then you meet his eyes.

A blue-ish gray.

The man standing before you runs on the shorter side — under average height for a man.

His ebony hair dangles and sticks to his sweat-slicked forehead, the ends pointed and shaggy.

It takes a moment until you realize you’ve seen that hair before.

While you’ve taken to walking on the treadmill for your warm-up these last several weeks, he’s typically nestled in the strength training corner of the gym alone. 

Every morning that you’re here, he is also here diligently working on his physique.

He’s always in some squat position or lying on a bench, so you never paid attention to his face—

He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Looks like it’s fine,” he says casually, and your stomach falls out of your ass.

Baritone.

Smooth like honey, low like a rumble.

There’s no way.

There is absolutely no way it’s—

“Here.”

The man holds your phone out for you, brows knitting curiously. 

You can’t speak. 

Hell, you can barely breathe.

He shakes his hand to wake you from your shock.

“Take it.”

You know that voice like the back of your hand.

Wordlessly, you reach a shaky hand towards the phone to take it back.

You part your lips to speak, but no words exit.

All you can do is grasp your phone and pull it to your chest as you catch the scent of his deodorant with a mixture of musk when he passes by, none the wiser.

By the time you turn to say something, anything—

Levi from Scout Services Hotline dips into the men’s locker room.

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He holds you down, your face down, ass up as his cock cock pouds you deeply, every single thrust of his hips grows more desperate. Levi loves it all, loves how your body arches into him, those sweet moans falling from your lips as he dives even deeper into you. It drives him primal with need, he isn't much of a gentleman but he knows what you like and how to make you react, knows every inch of your body. "That's a good girl. Keep taking it like this and I might just knock you up." His hands move to your hips, they dig into your skin, he admires the love bites he left on your back.

You whine, feeling that warm feeling spread all over your abdomen, your hand gripping the sheets tightly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, voice rough with lust, when you don't answer, Levi grabs your hair and yanks you up, his cock hitting a whole different angle making you gasp. "I asked you a fucking question! Now, you gonna cum?" You try your best to answer but all that leaves your mouth are whimpers of his name and Levi relishes in it. If anyone can get you like this, it's him. "What was that huh?" Pulling on your hair again, he bites into the side of your neck letting another hickey taint your already marked skin.

The way he is being rough with you makes you feel everything twice as much, your pussy clenches around him that earns a deep groan from Levi. He let's go of your hair to grab onto your neck, holding you flush agsint him as he thrusts into you, the room is full of lewd noises. Levi feels your legs starting to shake, he knows that you're close. "Not yet, princess." His fingers squeeze your neck, his lips nibbling on your ear, your hands hold onto his forearm, your head thrown back, resting against his shoulder. "Levi please!" You beg, he has you exactly where he wanted you, begging for him in that desperate voice and he wants to give in, let you cum and look at that expression you make in the peak of pleasure but he would rather have you whining for him.

"Please what? You'll have to be more specific than that." He whispers into your ear, his other hand let's go of your hip and starts rubbing your pussy as he speeds up, fucking you faster. You almost can't hold back, your thighs start ti tremble, it feels like your body is on fire, it feels so good that it's painfully good. "Mhh Levi! Please! I want to cum!" Nails dig into his skin, Levi rubs your clit faster, letting you know that you aren't allowed to cum until he tells you too. "Not yet, baby. Let me fuck this pussy a little more." Levi was close to his peak too, he wanted you to reach your orgasms together. He pushes you back down and takes your hips again then fucks into you even harder, you moan loudly biting into the sheets. "Cum. Cum. Fucking cum..." He says and you do as he feels you, cumming hard and Levi moans out your name, stopping the movement of his hips, his cock twitches as he fills your pussy with his cum.

Levi: "(y/n), you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?"

(y/n), naked in Levi's bed

(y/n): "No, I absolutely do not."

Levi, already taking off his clothes:

Levi: "Fuck... Me neither."

dating levi ackerman headcanons

dude i shamelessly had a huge phase for him but it’s okay bc now i have tumblr content

implied commander/higher up reader;

CW: spoiler from levi’s ova (no regrets), hits of trauma and death (in levi’s life).

enjoyyyy gn! reader

before dating, he fell in love very gradually. he probably didn’t notice at first.

he was probably in denial about his feelings too

hange teased him about his crush, and he told them to shut up bc “he doesn’t know what they’re talking about”

hange def made a bet with erwin on how long it’d take you two to date

OKAY NOW TO THE NITTY GRITTY 😩 (what even is nitty gritty???)

hange is literally your guys’ biggest shipper. they go around yelling MY SHIP FINALLY SAILED while hugging you two for the first two weeks they find out.

they always ask, “when will i get mini levis and y/ns??”

levi: *hits them*

BUT if you guys did want to keep it on the down low, i feel like they’d keep it to themselves + moblit/erwin. and then let it slip one day by accident 💀

you guys are the cadets’ parents pls.

some of them accidentally called you their parent once

is not a pda person. he loves you, but he does hold a reputation and also thinks affection is more of a “behind the doors” things. but he does give occasional head pats and a forehead kiss when no one is looking.

in private he’ll give into your touches and kisses tho bc let’s be honest, he’s touch starved af.

he’ll be stiff with the affection and not be the one to initiate at first, but over time he’ll warm up to it and start initiating.

he loves when you play with his hair tho. it’s super relaxing to him. AND MASSAGES OMG PLS MASSAGE HIM WHILE HE DOES WORK HE’LL TELEPATHICALLY THANK YOU SM.

loudly “tchs” if you stop as a hint to keep doing what you’re doing.

he isn’t very vocal so you gotta read the man real well. ie: he doesn’t say when he wants attention or directly ask for something.

work “sleepovers”. you guys will do work in each other’s offices and end up falling asleep on the desk.

you’re the only one who can make tea the way he likes 😛😛

you guys eat lunch together/have lunch dates :,)

temple kisser 🤚🏼🤚🏼

holding you extra close when either of you get nightmares to remind each other you two are together.

speaking of nightmares, you comfort each other during the early hours of the morning.

he’s not a big sharer and he’d open up once in a while. not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just v personal.

if you’re a messy person he’d help you clean your room/office and reprimand you for being messy.

if you’re a clean/tidy person, he’ll compliment your cleaning every now and then.

often thinks about how farlan and isabel would’ve loved you :,(

ofc he’s overprotective, considering the amount of people he’d lost and the childhood he went through. he doesn’t want you to leave him like everyone else in his life did.

he’d make sure you’re near him during missions and watch you v closely.

he needs assurance at times esp with everything that has happened to him.

shows love through acts of service

he cares for you sm will do anything to make sure you’re okay and healthy (but is so tsundere about it)

like he’ll be super aggressive with it but it’s just how he is. it’s all out of love and care 😌

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This panel hurts me. Yes, it's part of Levi having abandonment issues, but it also suggests that Levi thinks he is forgettable, and that makes me so sad. He doesn't think of himself as someone who people will remember or put first despite him always putting others before himself.

I mean, I’d probably piss myself if I were marlowe or hitch, but as a protected interloper… TIDDIES 🤭

did i post this? just how imposing he looks rjgkwjdjgjejfjrjdfjejejrjt and his boobs