Levi Ackerman Shirtless Novels & Stories

Levy was wearing charcoal gray dress pants with a matching vest. He had no jacket, just the vest over a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves and the top three buttons undone, no tie. His clothes were clearly tailored and fit his body perfectly, making it possible to see his muscles outlined beneath the fabric. He wore sunglasses, and his short copper-colored hair was impeccably styled. His beard was neatly trimmed but kept very short, as if he hadn't shaved for two or three days. Unlike his sister, he had no freckles. He was truly a handsome man.

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.

“Well boys, I was wrong. That group is not going to be in need of the older female generation. They’re off to a good start all on their own.” All four of them had removed their baggie t-shirts and track pants. They were all wearing mid-thigh, skin-tight bike shorts and sport bras. This did not leave much to the imagination as to what their curves looked like. The fact that Heather’s outfit was a bit on the small size just enhanced all of her already beautiful curves. I guess all of us had zoned out because the next thing I know, Levi is yelling in the link “You jackasses need to down here and help me. They had clothes on when I got here.” When Reed, Quinn and I started laughing we got a ques

It was Akeem. The giant stood perfectly still, his amber eyes glowing with a terrifying, lupine intensity. He wasn't wearing his tactical vest or his usual guard uniform. He was in a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and scarred from battles I could only imagine. "You're disappointed," Akeem rumbled. The sound was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to come from the earth itself. I straightened my spine, the Titan mask snapping back into place, though my pulse was still racing. "I’m surprised, Akeem. I thought you were on the perimeter."

Bram declares, peeling off his tank top and flinging it to the ground. He’s got concrete blocks for abs and a pelt like a bearskin rug. I can’t believe I let him in my pants. I was so easy. All it took was him dropping by the laundry, applying some light pressure, and I let him punch my V card in the utility closet. I try not to beat myself up about it, though. I was eighteen, Alec was with Isla Sinclair, and loneliness is a mindfuck. “The waterfall is played out,” Leith scoffs, shucking his shirt, puffing his ripped and waxed chest. “I say Tall Pines Lake.”

She just pulled the first shirt on top of her drawer and it was so fucking drab and creased. And then there he is, Jesse Akerman, standing on the other side of the door, smelling so fresh and looking like total temptation in his navy knitted sweater, dark blue jeans, and classic white Chucks. Sweet baby Jesus. "What are you doing here?" Her question, sounding totally cold and trying to conceal the wild pounding of her heart against her chest.

“I’ll be holding you to that promise.” Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,” “Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.

When his eyes landed on me, they never shifted, they relaxed in an instant, relief and something else flooding over his face like the thaw of the longest winter. Levi came to me with the fear of breaking a dream, each motion reluctant and guarded. His black woollen greatcoat unfastened, collar turned back against the October night and in place of his tidy business dress something baggy, in dark grey pants as silky to the touch as they looked and a black button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves exposing forearms. Still immaculate, still classically Levi in his neurotic finicky fastidiousness and fine textures, but loose somehow. More human.

She smiled caringly, Levi looked so cute and this gave her more zeal to go fishing. She went in to change before taking her leave with the fishing equipment Levi allowed her to take. Once she stepped out of the door, Levi jumped up, his feet almost touching his head in celebration, "Finally, I can attend the celebration in peace," Levi came out to check left and right as he hurriedly went in to dress in a very nice black long sleeve alongside a waistcoat, and a nice pair of shoes to go with his dreadlock packed in his usual style, he looked like a dignitary and after checking himself out, he dashed out in lightning speed.

Her eyes looked too big, haunted by a past she couldn't reach. A soft knock on the double doors broke the silence. Lily tensed, pulling the lapels of the robe tighter around her throat. "Come in." The door opened, but it wasn't Gideon. It was Levi. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, tan wrists. He carried a leather-bound folder in one hand. Without his formal armor, he looked less like a corporate deity and more like a dangerous man relaxing in his own territory.