Levi Ackerman Outfits Novels & Stories

“Once they heard I was having an engagement party, everyone wanted to come.” So we have families, friends and others present then. Damn you, Keenan, for leaving me in the dark for so long. Some of Keenan’s businessmen walk over to him and I walk alone to greet some faces I recognise. Among the crowd of guest, I spot Levi discussing with someone and I approach them. Levi is wearing a black three-piece suit and matching trousers, his hair neatly styled to the side and I also notice beside him a young blonde lady about my age in a red silk long sleeve gown, with red heels on and keeps clinging unto his arms now and then as though scared he’ll run away once she let go.

Andy's eyes widened in displeasure after Levi entered. “I can hear that, kid.” A devilishly handsome face, with attractive brown eyes, a beautifully carved nose, and enticing kissable lips, said. He has a tall figure and well-combed jet-black hair. Levi was dressed in a tucked-in white shirt and deep-blue suit trousers. The shirt's hand was rolled up, which revealed Levi's bulging muscle. “Like I care.” Andy rolled his eyes. “That's not the right tone to speak to elder brother.” Levi's tone had a slight warning to it.

Would they leave a mark? My traitorous cock isn’t exactly giving me a straight answer by hardening to fucking steel. I grumble as I walk downstairs and see Levi, also known as Armata, waiting for me. He’s dressed in our usual attire of black cargo pants, boots, and a t-shirt, but his usual placid scent and demeanor is somehow gone. He seems rattled. “You okay, Lev?” I ask when I walk up to him and he gives me a terse nod. “I am,” he lies, but that’s where I’m leaving it. We head out towards the armored SUV and I start it up.

she asked brightly. I let her lead me to the casual clothing section. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine Ace agreeing to dress up in coordinating outfits with me. He might do it if I asked or begged for him to do so but I had better things to beg for than for him to wear matching outfits with me. Now that I thought about it, Ace didn’t seem to wear anything fancy for his casual looks. Comfortable white shirt and jeans seemed to be his go-to look and I had to say that the look looks amazing on him. “I don’t think he’ll go for the coordinating outfit thing…” I said before flashing her an apologetic smile.

I paired it with my turquoise blue sandals and a DIY long strap jean bag. I looked in the mirror with a satisfied grin. I looked reasonable. Looking at my reflection some more, I came to the conclusion that I have never looked this great. Just as I was applying my orange lip gloss, I was distracted by a loud knock on my door. It was Levi, looking as hunky as ever. He wore an off white distressed ripped t shirt, paired with black jeans and a pair of nick air vapor max. He finished off his look with some designer shades. "What in the name of black Jesus are you wearing?" he asked pushing down his shades for a better view.

I couldn't stop smiling on the way back, marking the day as one to remember. We soon returned to the villa, and everything slowed down as we both prepared for dinner. I paused when Levi walked out, so effortlessly put together that it felt almost unfair: the tailored white suit that fit him perfectly with slim trousers cut to finish just above his minimal sneakers, which echoed the same tone as his shirt. Instead of a formal shirt, he wore a fitted green top underneath, giving the outfit a more relaxed look. I realized then that I was obsessed with his fine ass. And we spoke at the same time, complimenting one another. We had to break that with a kiss that made me want to take him out of his

Tim’s words were cut off when a deep familiar voice spoke from behind. I turned to my back and saw Levi in almost the same clothes I saw him the other day. Ripped black jeans and a lousy white shirt. He was taller than Tim and the other guys around. And although one can’t deny how good he looked—even admittedly better looking than Tim and the rest I met at the House—one could ask: does he not own other clothes that looked more presentable? Despite my thoughts, I fully faced him. A small smirk immediately plastered on his lips. I wanted to scoff, but held myself still. He knew I swallowed my pride for this, seeing the glint of amusement in his glassy gray eyes.

" My eyes narrowed in surprise at something in Levi's tone, and I turned to look at him. Levi made no mention of the meeting that was supposed to take place tonight. Was there something he was hiding from me? Will he do that? If he was, what sort of secret was he harboring? I swept my eyes over the dashing Levi, taking him in. He appeared dapper as usual, dressed impeccably in formal black pants, a light blue long-sleeve button-up shirt, and appropriate black shoes. Nothing seemed out of place or different. Yet something does not seem quite right. There was something about Levi's appearance that was a little off. Attempting once more, I allowed my gaze to sweep over him, absorbing him. I got

I get up from the bed a little lack luster and decide to change before I go through and eat, pulling open my wardrobe to find a fluffy Onesie and can’t resist running my hands across his row of shirts hanging to the side. Arrick has changed a lot in the past months in terms of how he dresses day to day, spending more time in shirts and pants because of his constant back and forth and less time looking like the casual preppy college boy that he used to be when we stayed in New York. I guess because he had to buy more ‘work’ clothes when he started spending the majority of his life in the office and left all his casual stuff in the back of the wardrobe and less accessible. I miss it, I miss hi

“Put that on instead and then pair the all black outfit with the cream cardigan. It’ll look better.” Livi nods, quick to drop back to the floor and search in a rush, throwing clothes around until she uncovers the black bralette, quick to step out of frame and change. “Is this better?” Livi asks, waiting for Leona’s hum of approval. “Perfect.” Leo nods. “Now go. Blaze isn’t a very patient man. I’m surprised he hasn’t already thrown a hissy fit over this wait you’re putting him through.”