Levi Ackerman Oneshots (Levi x Reader) [Completed]

• Closer To God. (Preist! Levi x Nun! Reader)

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD
themes of religious trauma, domination
also this is extremely long..like 1.5k+ words long
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The convent was a place of surninity and worship. The holiest of holy, only pure nuns were allowed in.
The first time you entered the sanctuary, you were astonished. You had been nothing but a viewing you're entire life; only hearing of the convent.

Once entering you were shown around, many white nuns leading you through the central building. The last stop of the day was to be with the priest in his office. This was of honor, a female nun meeting a male priest usually only happened during cleansing.
Yet, he had asked for you to be taken to his office and to meet him personally.

You had become a nun for the duality of it, really. Not inherently religious before, your parents had passed. Since their deaths your calling came through the unity of Christ, and with that, most rules that lied with it.
You would not admit it to anyone else, but you did not follow all rules given. Some were too outrageous, and who would they be to judge your relationship with Christ and the church?

The end of the day came after evening, the lead nun had informed you Father Levi requested dinner instead of meeting in his office, so that is where you were taken.
The halls were beautiful, cascaded in shades of red and gold. Dining hall was past confessionals, which remained empty until Sunday.
The rosaries around your neck and arm hung beautifully. Your outfit was a little tight fitted compared to the rest of the nuns, but it was not looked upon in anyway. Your hair was also showing, that was caught most attention.

Father Erwin, the priest from your last convent, had told you it did not matter to wear your hair out until you were 25; that's also how you could tell someones age, as well. You were 20, so only 5 more years. That did not bother you, though.
The nun that was guiding you suddenly stopped, frozen in front of two large doors.

"This is the private dining hall, you will eat here with Father Levi. I will have your room prepared by the time you are done." Her voice was old, and rough. She then left off, leaving you by yourself in the hall.
Your shoes padded on the cobblestone lightly as the doors swung open, a shorter man opening them.
He nodded to you, gesturing for you to enter.
"You must be sister (F/N) from Maria, correct?" He asked, pulling out a seat for you. Respectively you took it, smiling up at him. His face was pale, rather attractive. His build was also attractive, causing you to stir and look away.

"Yes, Father, that would be correct." You decided to keep strict formalities to the situation. He ushered over to the doors, shutting them and locking them together with a steel chain.
You had been examining the table before you. Oak stained, carved to perfection, with a single ribbon of red velvet coursed over the middle. Candles lit the dark room, lighting all of the crosses and fixtures.

"So, young (F/N), what brings you here?" He asked, pulling an aged bottle of wine from the shelf and two glasses from the rack beside of said shelf. You smiled watching him pour the fine liquid.
"Absence of faith, Father. I have lost my way." You spoke, eyes unintentionally trailing either side of his pale face.
He nodded, slowly peering through his bangs and up to you.
Your thighs were outlined by the tighter clothes as you crossed your legs. He watched this while handing the glass of wine down to you.

"Thank you, Father." You gently beamed, sipping on the red liquid and making eye contact with the raven haired man.
He watched your every move slowly, analyzing the way your fingers moved around the glass. The way your lips wrapped around it. You did not seem like other nuns, there was something beneath. He could feel it.

"Call me Levi, please, dear." His words were solid, standing up and walking over to you. His hands had many rings on them, complimenting the black suit he had been wearing.
His eyes pierced through you as he came closer, looking down at you. The gaze he carried was malicious and devilish, one you hadn't seen on a man of his stature. He did not seem holy.