Post War Levi - Blog Posts

Time for another controversial opinion:

You cannot convince me that Levi Ackerman doesn't have sub tendencies.

This man has had probably very few sexual encounters, little experience, and would more than likely fucking lose it over you taking charge of him. Guarantee he'd be an absolute moaning mess.

He's never really had the time to give in to temptation, to allow himself something as frivolous and carnal as this. Sure, he's had sex before, but it was nothing like sex with you. He respects and reveres your prowess, finds himself weak over the look in your eyes that says you're going to devour him. As soon as you tell him to let you take care of him, he's melting, totally willing to give you whatever you want of him.

You offer to suck him off, but he's never had a blowjob, so there's no frame of reference for the stars you want to make him see.

"I don't think that's something I'd enjoy," he explains, low in his chest, "Seems like it'd be disgusting,"

It takes some convincing, but when you've finally gotten him to understand that you actually want that gorgeous cock in your mouth, he agrees to try it, despite how self-conscious he's feeling about it. He's totally fucked-out not even two minutes in, tossing his head back, gripping the sheets, high pitched whines flitting from his throat like pretty little bird's songs.

"F-fuck, I.. Ngh, s-stop, I'm gonna--" the statement is more groan than anything else, his eyes pinched shut so he doesn't immediately finish from seeing your face as you pleasure him.

When you have sex, you're on top, and he gasps as soon as he enters you, babbling under his breath about how good you feel, curses mumbling from his lips every time you constrict around him. You have to pry his hands away from the mattress so he'll touch you, and once you do, he's touching everywhere, relishing in every last soft span of skin you have to offer him.

He grits through his teeth, raspy and worn out, "God, ride my cock, baby. Ride it,"

He tries to bury any moans which he deams too loud or whiny into his bottom lip, caught between his teeth--but with the way his breaths hitch, he can't keep from letting you pull these sounds from him. Levi ends up reduced to saying your name as he becomes more and more pussy drunk off of you, whimpering now with each twitch of his cock in your velvety walls.

It's too much, it's not enough, it's got him right on the precipice of emptying himself into you.

He wouldn't usually beg, not even if his life depended on it. And yet, "Please. Mmff, lemme cum inside,"

Well guys, I have once again given in to the visceral need to post yet another story that must escape the confines of my mind before it consumes me whole.

Anyway.

Here is my newest post-war Levi fic for those who are interested!

18+ only please 💜

Hiii i saw your requests are open. So i have a little something. So, I've had this daydream about post-war levi, where he has a cozy little tea shop. The reader, who is a law student, goes there to study quite frequently. She basically went there for the ambiance and kept going for the owner, if you get me :p. So yeah, it is obvious to lev that she has a crush on him, and you know you know, they talk and all that and one thing leads to another. I hope this isn't too detailed. You can let out anything you're not comfortable with, of course. Lots of luvv ~~

bruh i seriously i have an issue with tumblr. they deleated my draft i had for this. BUT ANYWAYS HIIIIIII, you’re the first person to have a request everrrr! Im so happy someone finally submitted something! I hope this is something that you like, i wish i could’ve wrote more but i am busy with finals (fucking kms). I hope i can expand on this soon though:)

nothing nsfw for now but hopefully we’ll expand on that as well 😏 Also mind the grammar or errors of any kind, I am not an english major for a reason.

You sat in a chair at a small table against the window of the little tea shop in town. Your books scattered around the table, but with no actual work getting done though however. You’re attention was on the man behind the counter with his back facing towards you making a tea for a fellow customer.

This isnt isnt the first time you’ve been at the tea shop. You started coming just to study and enjoy a tea or two. Now you stay for a completely different reason, or well person. You couldn't help put stare at his defined back, his sleeves rolled to his forarms and hands moving with skill.

Unknown to you, Levi could feel your stare, and has been feeling them for months. He could feel you staring at him right now, he tries ignoring it but in the end he always turns around and makes brief eye contact with you. You quickly looked away, breaking the eye contact and pretend to work on whatever was in front of you.

You keep working, sort of, while stealing quick glances to the man. This goes on until it starts to get dark outside and you can tell the owner is starting to clean up the shop. He slowly finishes wiping down a table next to yours and you try not to stare by pretending to work. He slowly makes it to your table now and clears his throat looking at you.

You peek up through your eyelashes before he starts saying something.

“Miss, the shop is about to close.” He says softly, looking into your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll clean up and get out of your way.” You replied back to him, starting to pack up your stuff into the your satchel. He nods at you as a thanks, but not before setting something on the table. Confused, you pick it up.

‘come to the shop on Sunday, 6 o’clock’

You think for a second, wondering why you might have gotten this. Then your brain clicks, the shop is closed on Sundays. Heat starts to rise to your face as you look over to the man again, he’s back behind the counter, back to you cleaning tea cups. You grabbed your satchel and walk over to the counter, this time your the one to clear your throat.

“Um, can I ask you your name sir?” You ask him politely. He turns around, cup and rag in hand.

“It’s Levi.” He responds, while still cleaning the cup. You nod your head at his response, shifting on your feet nervously.

“Can I ask why you left this note Levi.” You prompt him, saying his name with a soft tone. This time he sets the tea cup down and leaning on the counter slightly.

“Well I was hoping I could see the pretty girl thats always in my shop, but on her own.” He replied with a bit of red on his cheek as well. You hum at his answer, thinking about what you’re going to respond with. After a moment of silence Levi opens his mouth,

“If you’re not comfortable-“

“Ok, Mr. Levi.” You interrupt him before he can get his full sentence out. He stares at you for a second and nods his head.

“Ok then, I’ll see you sunday then?” He clarifies.

“I’ll see you on Sunday Mr.Levi.” You smile at him, a small blush on your face. You turn around and start to walk out the door, the little bell atop it chiming when it’s opened. You turn your head over your shoulder one last time and wave at him. Levi gives a small smile back, hands returning to clean tea cups. Walking out with a blush and a smile on your face you have one little thing on your mind now, nothing related to school work.

You have a date this Sunday.