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happybird16 · 9 months

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Storm

Levi x reader, sfw

You blink awake to the sound of rushing water and heavy droplets landing on the leaves high overhead, creating a rhythmic percussion against the side of your tent.

Sleep rarely comes easily during long expeditions. The anxiety of being exposed in the open, far from the protective walls, mixes with the weight of recent losses and traumas, leaving you restless. The longing for your own bed only adds to the discomfort. Thankfully, the gentle patter of the rain provided some solace, helping you drift off with ease. Even now, its sound envelops you, making you feel drowsy and languid, coaxing your eyes to close. Though brief, the reason for your awakening remains a mystery.

Sometime later, the distant rumble of thunder pulls you from slumber, forbiddingly deep with a dull roar. Shortly after, a sharp crash follows – the echoing sound of lightning fracturing the sky in the distance. “So much for sleep,” you grumble in disappointment. Normally, dozing through light storms is a peaceful experience, but this one feels potent. The wind whips and whistles loudly in the distance, a testament to its strength. Even in this far in the forest, encircled by countless towering trees, the cloth walls of your tent strain and flutter in the face of its might.

“Damn it. Erwin's probably going to be pissed. I bet we'll end up with a late start, and the mud will slow down the carts even more... The weather's as unpredictable as an Abnormal. Things were going so smoothly this time too,” you mutter, a mixture of frustration and resignation in your voice. The term "smooth" might be relative, considering Erwin's new scouting formation has led to fewer casualties than usual. It's no wonder people are pegging him as the next commander.

You pause, anticipating your tent-mate's usual snarky retort. Your brain automatically fills in the expected ‘You call that shitshow smooth?’ in his typical dry tone. However, the air is filled only with the loud rush of rain. “Levi?”

Levi's silence isn't out of the ordinary; it's actually quite typical. Since joining Erwin's squad a few months ago, he's barely exchanged words with half the team, preferring to linger on the fringes of meetings and disappearing to who knows where as soon as he can. Still, he's always been a little more open with you, for reasons known only to him. Usually, he'd at least offer a response. “Are you awake?”

Once again, no reply. It's strange, considering you're fairly certain he doesn't sleep during expeditions. He's never shy about complaining about your frequent movements, yet for some reason, he always chooses to share a room with you. Shifting within your sleeping bag, you discover the space beside you is entirely vacant. Levi's sleeping bag has already been neatly rolled up and set aside.

“What the… Levi?” you question aloud, pushing your covers down and swiftly sitting up. “Levi?”

Outside, a faint noise manages to pierce through the storm’s roar. The sound of boots shuffling on dirt, accompanied by what seems like a loud sniffle. On your knees, you edge forward and peer out of the tent’s entrance in the direction of the sound. “Levi?”

And there he is. Hunched over and leaning against the sizable tree next to which you’d pitched your tent. He’s fully clad in his attire, a dark green cloak pulled up over his head. Yet, even so, it’s clear he’s been thoroughly soaked by the rain. Amid the symphony of thunder, you think you catch the sound of another sniffle, though it’s hard to discern.

He appears particularly diminutive against the backdrop of the colossal tree trunk, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his chin nestled between them. Not wanting to get drenched, you cautiously extend your head out of the tent’s flaps. “What are you doing out here? It’s pouring!”

You think he responds – you certainly catch sight of his head bobbing up and down in the darkness – but whatever he says is drowned out by a booming lightning crash. Screw it. Deciding you've had enough, you step out into the relentless downpour. The deluge immediately penetrates every layer of clothing, drenching you to the bone. Closing the short distance to his side, you shout over the howling wind, “Come on, you’ll catch your death before death catches you.”

“M’m fine,” comes his subdued response. The words are muffled into the fabric covering his knees, and he continues to gaze out into the distant darkness, somewhere far beyond the surrounding trees. He doesn't even lift his gaze to meet yours.

He looks... sad. Almost defeated, his shoulders drooping and his head hanging heavily. A faint pink tinge colors the skin beneath his eyes. Was he.. crying? “Hey... are you okay?”

An uneven shrug is the only response you receive, as Levi remains tight-lipped. With a sigh, you crouch down to sit beside him, your back pressing against the tree's rough bark, and your shoulder brushing against his.

He's completely drenched, you observe, even huddled beneath the tree. His attire clings to his skin, dark and saturated. His hair, too, is soaked, with black strands hanging heavily in front of his eyes and droplets falling from them onto his nose. Keeping an eye on his somber, distant expression, you gently nudge his shoulder with yours. “How long have you been out here?”

Levi responds with another shrug, remaining silent. You surmise that he's been here for quite a while, likely since you initially woke up. Despite that, his shoulder is still warm against yours.

For an extended period, you both simply sit in silence, attuned to the incessant rhythm of the rain. The sky above is nearly pitch-black, an expanse of angry, rapidly moving clouds without a single star in sight. The gusting wind causes branches to snap loudly somewhere in the distance. Inhaling deeply, you lean your head against the bark, absorbing the fragrance of damp earth and pine. Beneath it all, you can discern the sound of Levi's soft, even breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Levi flinch every time the storm unleashes a deep rumble or a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. It's a subtle motion, hardly more than a twitch. You might not have even picked up on it if your shoulder hadn't been touching his. Could Levi be afraid of thunderstorms?

The notion is almost unfathomable. He exudes strength and an unyielding demeanor, so it’s difficult to imagine him being afraid of anything. While you understand that everyone harbors their own fears, it’s still peculiar that he has chosen to isolate himself out here in the midst of the storm.

“At least the rain is warm,” you remark softly. This time, the shrug he offers comes with a gentle hum. It’s a small step, but progress nonetheless.

A loud rumble of thunder echoes, prompting you to instinctively start counting the seconds. “One… Two… Three…”

“Why are you counting?” Levi interjects suddenly, causing you to startle in surprise. For the first time tonight, he’s looking at you, his head tilted in your direction while his chin remains nestled against his knees.

“Oh, uh,” you stumble over your words momentarily. “I didn't even realize I was doing it. I'm estimating how far away the storm is.”

“You're doing what?” he asks, a mix of genuine curiosity and exasperation in his tone. “How does that even work?”

A crash of lightning jolts your gaze away from his, and you turn to watch the bright lines of lightning streak across the sky. Lost in your momentary distraction, you've forgotten to count the seconds so you start again. “It's something my dad and I used to do when I was little, whenever there was a big storm. I could never sleep, so we'd sit on the back porch and just chat about anything and everything for hours, waiting for the storm to pass.” You share the memory with a tender note in your voice. He leans closer as you speak, his entire side pressing against yours in a warm, solid line. It sends a heavy throb through your heart. “When I was really young, I used to be scared of the storms. So, we'd count to gauge how far away they were. It was a nice way to distract myself, and it turned into a little game. Instead of being big and scary, the storm was fun.”

Levi’s expression is unusually open and intrigued. “When you see lightning, you count the seconds until you hear thunder and divide that time by five. That’s how many miles away the storm is,” you explain.

“Sounds made up,” Levi retorts.

“Perhaps it is,” you concede, offering him a small smile. As your conversation has progressed, Levi has noticeably eased up. He’s lifted his head off his knees and his shoulders have lost some of their tension. “I can’t say for sure, but it helped me when I was little. Maybe it'll help you…” When lightning streaks across the sky again, Levi doesn’t flinch at all. “Alright then! One, Two, Three…” you count the seconds until the sound of thunder reverberates in the wake of the lightning. “Fifteen seconds! So, the storm is roughly three miles away!”

“What now?” he inquires.

“Now we measure the next one!” you reply with enthusiasm. “That way we can determine if the storm is approaching or moving away!”

As you count the seconds for the subsequent lightning, you observe Levi's lips moving in silent synchronization with your count. “I got twenty seconds, what about you?”

“Eighteen,” Levi responds quietly. “So, it's moving farther away?”

"Yup!" you confirm. Levi is watching you now, his gaze fixed on your face, and he doesn't appear nearly as sad. The way his bangs are hanging heavily in front of his eyes, inky black against pale alabaster, it makes your fingers itch to run through the strands. Giving his shoulder a gentle nudge, you offer cautiously, “Whenever there's a storm, you can find me. We can count the lightning together. If they bother you... just know that I'm here to help.”

“I'm not afraid of them – I'm not some damn kid,” Levi responds in a low tone. “It's just... Far and Izz, my friends – during that expedition, there was a thunderstorm.” His explanation is rough, his words barely strung together, but you manage to piece it together.

“Oh..” You'd never officially met his friends, they hadn't been around long enough before that expedition. You’d caught glimpses of them only a handful of times in the lunch hall, seated on either side of Levi in the farthest corner of the room. As part of Erwin’s squad, you had certainly witnessed the aftermath of that storm. The blood, the horror, the cries of pain. Levi had been the sole survivor of that squad, if your memory serves you correctly. He had transferred to Erwin’s team immediately after. “Oh- oh fuck! I didn't even think- I'm sor-”

He cuts you off with a soft huff, followed by a distinct sniffle. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”

“D-do you want some space…” you shuffle awkwardly in place, suddenly realizing how thoroughly soaked you are. Your clothes have been wet for so long that you’ve somewhat forgotten about it. “I should probably…”

“No,” his response is muffled once again, his back now nestled against his knees. Wrapping his arms around his legs, Levi curls himself into a tight ball, his shoulders rising nearly to his ears. You think you hear his voice crack, and it shatters something within you. “Stay.”

Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and gently run your fingers through his hair. The inky strands coil around your fingers, clinging to you as you attempt to brush them back from his face. Even drenched, his hair feels surprisingly soft. You half expect him to shy away from your touch, even though he remains a warm presence against your side. Instead, Levi leans into the contact, emitting a soft hum. Perhaps it’s a trick of the darkness, but you could swear you see a blush creeping over his cheeks. A delicate pink flush high along his cheekbones, a sight that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to tighten. “Okay. Okay. I’ll stay.”

Levi leans heavily into your side, releasing a deep sigh that reverberates through his entire frame. Thunder rumbles once more, but this time it sounds more distant. “Just so you know, my offer still stands. You don't need to weather the storm all alone, sitting out in the rain and staring at the clouds. Just come find me, alright?”

There's a quiver in his form, as if he's shivering even though the night air is warm. You can almost hear him swallow, the sound carrying the weight of vulnerability. “Okay.”

“Next time, maybe we can find somewhere a little drier,” you suggest, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “I'm pretty sure my fingers are getting pruney.”

He’s quietly counting to himself, you realize. It’s a subtle sound, barely audible over the rain, especially with his face buried between his knees. Nonetheless, you catch the faint whisper of his voice beneath the rain. The longer he counts, the more the muscles along his shoulders relax, a transformation that brings a genuine smile to your face.

“Speaking of which, now that the thunderstorm seems to be subsiding, how about we head back inside?” you nod toward the tent. “I think it’s about time we attempt to dry off. You might never get sick, but I do, and since we have the portable stove, how about I prepare some tea?”

Raising his head, Levi offers you a stern look, accompanied by a snort. “I’ll make it. If you’re involved, the tea will probably end up tasting like shit.” As he stands, he extends a hand to help you up. A faint flush tints his cheeks, a delicate pink hue that’s hard to miss. “Thank you, for this.”

His hand, strong and calloused, feels warm against yours as he assists you to your feet. “Anytime,” you reply with a heartfelt smile, appreciating the unspoken connection that has grown stronger between you in the midst of the storm.

#levi x reader #sfw #tay's.drabbles #this is sort of for the Leviweek prompt blush #but also i was thinking about Levi's wet hair #levi ackerman #levi/reader #attack on titan #levi #x reader

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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 2 months

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Smut alphabet for Levi Ackerman

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Do not let yourself influence by his cold and sarcastic nature. Whatever you had a rough and intense or slow and passionate sex session, he will care about you the same way: extra gentle.

First, he will bring your tired body to the bathroom to clean you up. While Levi wraps his arms around your waist, his lips leave tons of light kisses on your shoulder. He's going to mumble something about how did you like it, hoping he didn't went too harsh on you. Quickly changing the bed sheets, he puts you to sleep shortly afterward. Cold and stern in the outside, sweet and caring in the core.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your boyfriend doesn't really have a favorite part of his own body. Like... he thinks its okay and normal, just like everybody else. But he cannot help but feel proud of his muscles, always cracking a smile whenever you compliment his abs, biceps or pecs. He found them useful when it comes to dominate you.

What about your body? I am pretty sure that if you ask him what he likes about your body, the first words that will come out would be ass or thighs. Which is not surprising after his constant pleas of getting his face squish by your thighs and to sleep on your ass like if it was the most comfortable pillow in the whole world. Levi always gives your butt a loving slap when he comes back home. It's his secret way of saying hi.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Levi likes to eat your cum, it's one of his favorite meal. This man is so hungry for your dripping wet pussy that he can spend hours liking it while you are sitting down on his face. He just loves the taste of your cum and hwo your juices run down his lips as he tries to lick it all. He doesn't even care about getting dirty anymore. This guy knows his priorities.

He also wants to see your body covered in his cum. Thighs, face, stomach, chest, hair... nothing is forgotten. He just looks down at you and has the biggest prideful smirk on his face at the sight of the mess he has made. He knows you are gonna kill him for putting sperm in your hair because it is hell no wash it so he enjoys it the longer he can.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Levi enjoys fucking you while your hands are tied. He never thought about enjoying slight BDSM but here he is, liking the fact that you can't touch him or squirm away. Also works if your eyes are covered, the adrenaline of not knowing what he is doing to you amplifying the pleasure you feel during sex. He will never really say it out loud, he prefers to keep it for himself even if he is almost sure that you enjoy it as much as he does. You probably already guessed that his favorite tool to tie you up with is his cravate did you?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Levi might do some researches the day before you two do your first time to be sure that he will do everything right. When it time to do it, he takes out like a dozen of condoms because he didn't know which ones you prefers. Yeah, he might be a bit unsure for the first times but he does not assume, he just doesn't want to show you his insecurity.

Beside reading, he has 0 experience before he started dating you. I mean, it's canon that this man is a virgin (well, was) and is the most sexually frustrated. However, even if Levi doesn't have much experience, he manages to fuck you like a pro. This man is not only the Humanity's Strongest Solider for fighting...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Levi doesn't really have a preference for a position. I mean, it's all depend of his mood. He is in a romantic mood? The missionary. He wants to fuck you good and dominate you? Doggy style. He wishes for slow but intense sex? Lotus position. He's lazy and just want to watch you fuck yourself on his dick? Cowgirl.

So, it all depends of how he is feeling, what is his mood, ect. But he does like to try new and weird positions that take him out of his comfort zone. You can come up to him and say you want to try the golden arch (this looks sexy asf) and he will say yes without even thinking twice, just because he likes to add spiciness in sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Levi being Levi, he will NEVER be goofy. This man is barely expressive in the daily life so for sex, it will be pretty difficult. He will not make jokes, excluding maybe “Cumming so much, you’re like a real fountain, princess.” with a smirk on his face. If he jokes, it will be very light and more seen as dirty talk. This man is 100% in every time you fuck so joking around? He doesn’t even think about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Levi hates everything that isn’t clean and dirty, and this include his own body. So… expect that this area will be super clean and shaved almost daily (yes, he’s a maniac, even for this.)

Maybe it’s a bit out of the subject but we are talking about hair here so for me it’s include the “normal” hair. About them, you know Levi tries to keep them the best groomed possible, but he secretly loves when you tug on them suddenly. Please, grip his hair and push his head down when he gives you a cunnilingus or pull them harshly when you get overstimulated after he made you cum for the 5th time. He will do anything to please you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Levi can be very romantic during love-making just like he can just fuck to fuck. His love and romanticisme are not very evident but it's the small attentions that matter for him. Taking care of you after, whispering praises into your ear, holding your hand... He won't really show that he's romantic but if you take a look at his actions... you will see it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi jack off a lot less often since he started to date and get intimate with you. He prefers skin too skin contact over his hand and imagination. Boy, he was a total virgin before he did his first time with you, so my man was the pro of jacking off (sounds so wrong writing this). I even think that Levi will prefer to wait to fuck you instead of jacking himself off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Two words: authority kink. Listen to me, I know everybody says that Levi got this kink but you're this man's little brat and he is your superior who got control on you. Yes, you have to call him Captain Levi or else he will punish you. And yes, he will call you brat or bratty slut but don't worry, it is always affectionate. Levi likes to have control, who doesn't like it? So if you start to call him 'Captain' expect him to act like one.

Second kink would be degrading kink. Calling you a whore, slut, cum dumpster, whatever degrading nicknames you like. Tugging on your hair as he fucks you hard, making your back arching beautifully as he whispers bad bad words into your ear. But hey, once the love-making session is finished, he will immediately ask you if he wasn't too rough or anything because he truly loves and cares about you. Maybe he got the degrading kink but he will never hurt you on purpose. And I see you, anxious girls who are scared that he doesn't love you when he calls you names. You just have to tell him and he will stop. Your well-being is his number one priority and you should never feel insecure with him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Levi can do it anywhere, everywhere, any time, every time, you just have to ask. Bed? Basic but perfect. Kitchen table? He couldn’t wait anymore to devour you, you’re his meal. His office? The fear of being caught just makes it better. In the car? You’ve been too much of a brat and you need a punishment right now.

I think his favorite place to do it would be his office. He likes to see you trying to hold back your moans as he’s pounding inside you because the people outside the office could totally hear you. Or seeing your teary eyes as you are on your knees sucking his dick like a good little bitch under his desk. He even has the boldness to make phone calls, forcing you to keep it silent if you don't want everybdy knowing who's fucking you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Acting bratty is probably the biggest turn on. Levi is instantly turned on if you tries to ignore his commands. Why he likes it? Cause he can teach you how to be a good girl and listen to him. Grabbing your hair, making you look at him as he asks you to repeat what you said. A satisfied grin spreading on his lips as you apologize and beg him to fuck you.

Another thing that could make Levi turn wild would be you flirting on purpose with other people. God his expression turns mad when he sees you a bit too close for his liking with this guy. If you want a good punishment, Levi's jealousy is a very quick way to achieve it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't see Levi doing anything that would imply other people like fucking directly in public or doing a threesome (you are his and only his). He won't also do something that could harm you too much like intense BDSM or anything about knifes or torture. He likes spiciness but this is a whole new level in which he doesn't want to be.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi likes both of them. I mean, if he had to choose, it would be impossible. How can he decide between eating your beautiful and perfect cunt and seeing and feeling you sliding his big cock down your throat, you tongue caressing all the sensitive spots?

I would say Levi has pretty good skills in everything (cough) which include pussy eating (COUGH). He would probably win the prize of the best tongue flicking at this point. He will keep your legs spread as you try desperately to close them, feeling his warm tongue licking the most intimate place of your body. “C’mon darling, don’t be so shy. I already saw everything that could be seen down here.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Levi is most of the time fast and rough, maybe it is like this that he proves his true love for you. When he fucks you real hard, be ready to not being to walk the next day. Often when he will be slow and sensual it will be to tease you and torture you slowly, when you can feel the heat between your thighs spreading more and faster. "What did you say? I didn't hear you. Slower?"

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to have quickies time to times like in his office right before an important meeting. He likes the stress of running out of time where you are literally begging him to fuck you faster and harder. Levi approves quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Levi likes pretty much risking new things and he is very open-minded when it's come to sex stuff (surprising but it's one of the rare topics that he is very collaborative with). He doesn't really have a limit and is chill with everything. As long as it makes you happy, he's ready for everything like stated in the previous letters.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Okay so... Levi is a total wild animal. Yeah, I know he's supposed to be close to his 40s but tell yourself that he is the Humanity's Strongest Soldier and can run kilometers without being tired so sex is like a little walk for him. He can easily fuck for 3 and more rounds and last 10 to 15 minutes in each before cumming. I'm telling you; this man is almost impossible to exhaust so be ready. But don't worry, I'm sure Levi will be pleased to give you a few practices ;)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Levi would buy some toys to use on you, just to test this out for a night. Well... and he used them again and again. He just loves to see your body squirming as you're fucked by a vibrator. "Cumming and I didn't even touch you, damn." he would say with a smirk. Or he could also buy handcuffs but he prefers to use his cravate.

I don't think he would ever want to use a fleshlight because he thinks that your pussy is 100 times better than some fake sex toy. He lives to feel your skin on his. Plus, he rarely masturbates so it would be useless to have sex toys for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man loves to tease you. HE WANTS to hear your begging for him to fuck you faster, harder or whatever you want. He's gonna to slowlyyy move his hand down toward your private part, just to keep you waiting. He will take his time to kiss every little spot of your skin, leaving dark marks on your neck, shoulders and chest.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won't be really loud even if he fucks you like an animal. Maybe some grunts, gasps and groans as he's thrusting into you deeply. He will also talk a lot but like... dirty talk. Pet names literally flowing down from his lips any time he can. When he will be cumming, he will only bite his lips to hold back the sounds, biting it so hard it started to bleed sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When Levi is nervous about something, he will tend to be more impulsive, getting angry easier. He doesn't even realize that he repeats certain actions like passing his hand in his hair, replacing his cravate... so, if you see these movements, your darling boy is nervous. Maybe you could go and asks him what's wrong and try to calm him down? You are probably the only person he won't kill for asking him questions.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Even if Levi is short as hell (sorry but man he's 5'3), his cock is all the contrary. Oh boy, this man got the whole tool. I mean… He. Is. Big. As. Fuck. Not only long but also large. In short, that man got something that will surely satisfy you. His dick + his professionalism in sex makes him a real master. You can’t be disappointed cause that cock hit all the deepest part of your body at each thrust.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Levi has a very low sex drive. I mean, he's a grown man, he can pass many days without sex and not being sexually frustrated. He was a virgin for like 20 years so he's kinda used to a very low sex drive. But after many years with you, his sex drive will augment a bit, he will be in the average I guess? But he isn't a sex addict either who can't live a day without fucking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes some time to Levi to fall asleep every day but after a long and tiring session of sex, he sleeps like a baby. It won’t take long for him to fall asleep, a few minutes after getting down from his high. But he will try to fall asleep after you, just to be sure you’re fine but… sometimes are harder than others. When he feels that he’s losing the battle, he will hug you tightly and caress your hair, trying desperately to make you sleep first (does it even work??)

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jeanbie · 2 months

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Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them.

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

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ackercoded · 1 year

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just you and levi being pervy at the beach, tsk tsk

cw: being touchy-touchy in public lol

nestled on the beach towel, you watched your friends in the distance. they splashed around in the water, huge smiles plastered on their faces. hange was trying to dunk erwin under the current, going down with him in the process as a huge wave hit. you giggled at that.

you weren’t a big fan of the sea. the mostly unexplored ocean scared you shitless, so you opted to stay back on the shore instead. clearly bothered by your decision, levi had thrown some colourful terms at you before leaving with the rest of them.

and so now you remained eyes closed and basking under the sun in your little refuge.

but not long after, you sensed a presence near you. cracking one eye open, you found levi looking down at you, eyes furrowed and mouth set in a deep pout. you also couldn't help but let your eyes run over him—his white shirt unbuttoned, exposing his wet skin, and his damp shorts clinging deliciously against his buldge. your eyes lingered on his abs for a while, droplets of water cascading down the slopes, before quickly returning to meet his gaze.

“hey you,” you gave him a lazy smile, shifting on your side and propping yourself up on your elbow.

his eyes gave away nothing as they swept over your figure. you tilted your head, letting him see his fill. you’d picked your favourite bikini set today, knowing even if you didn't exactly go for a swim, you could at least look sexy sitting here.

you definitely did not pick this one secretly hoping levi would appreciate it. definitely not.

he cleared his throat, sitting down beside you.

“why are you still here?” he shook his hair, spraying water all around him. you yelped, sending him a glare.

“just chilling, looking pretty. you done having your bit of fun for the day? social battery run out yet?” you asked as you sat up.

he shrugged, looking at the others in the distance. “just was wondering what you were still doing here alone.”

you reached out and pinched his cheek. “aww, were you worried about me? that’s new.” you threw him a smirk that you knew would get his blood boiling.

he only rolled his eyes, shoving you off. “you’re fucking annoying, you know that?”

“you didn’t think i was fucking annoying when you were checking me out just now.” you pouted.

he scoffed, even as pink tinted his cheeks. “i was only about to say you should put a shirt on and stop giving everyone a weird porno fantasy at the beach for free.”

you looked around, noticing there was almost little to no one around. “well, since it’s just us here, i’m giving you a free porno fantasy.”

he scoffed again, looking away.

you sent him a teasing smile, assuring him you were only joking. well, half-joking.

it had been a long while since this tension bloomed between you and levi, and he had done shit-all about it, not even letting you know where you both stood. so naturally, you took matters in your own hands.

you’d begun teasing him unabashedly, whether it be brushing up against him, playing with his hair, touching up his thigh, or even wearing a pretty bikini for him.

but all your efforts had gone down the drain, since he never seemed to be taking the hint.

you chewed on your lip as you thought about your next move.

“you know what, i wanna get in the water.” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your bottle of sunscreen. levi looked at you in surprise, but you paid him no heed. squirting a generous amount on your palm, you worked it between your hands started rubbing it onto your arms and chest.

you made sure you were slightly facing him as you sat on your knees, spreading the cream on your skin slowly. your hands glided between your breasts and over your stomach, going lower and lower.

levi was watching you very carefully.

keenly aware of his gaze following your every move, you adjusted the string securing the fabric between your thighs, pulling it up so the cloth strained against the plumpness of your pussy.

levi’s arm shot out and grabbed you, stopping your motions.

“i know what you’re doing.” he muttered, giving you a hard look. his eyes were glazed, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing you were the reason.

you bit your lip, peering up at him through your lashes. “so, it’s working?”

he snatched the bottle from your hand, surprising you.

“wha—?”

“lie back down on your stomach.” he ordered.

he levelled you with a look, waiting. you bit your lip again and smirked before doing as he asked.

as you got comfortable on the towel, you could still feel levi’s piercing gaze on your back. wiggling your ass a little as you settled, you turned your head towards him only to find his eyes fixated on your behind with an intensity that made heat loom low in your belly.

a little flushed, you moved your hair to one side and nestled your head on your folded arms.

you watched him squirt the cream in his hands before lathering it between them.

a sigh escaped your lips when his palms came into contact with your skin, the lather’s coolness soothing against the heat of his palms. he slowly dragged his fingers down your spine, undoing the strings of your bikini top.

“levi, our friends are right there!” you hissed, lifting your head anxiously even as excitement thrummed in your veins.

he began massaging your back despite your protest. “i’m just helping you out, nothing to see here.”

your heart thundered in your chest as you watched your friends still in the water, paying zero attention to your little performance a few feet away.

levi’s touch was gentle but firm as he stroked across your shoulder blades, his fingers gliding smoothly across your soft skin.

“relax,” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. the sound shot straight between your legs, making you clench them in anticipation.

he moved lower down your back, his touch skilled as his fingers moved deftly in even strokes. an involuntary moan escaped your lips as he worked a particularly tight spot. you slapped a hand on your mouth, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, but his hands never stopped even as he chuckled and wrung out another strained moan from you.

“levi..” you weakly protested, not really wanting him to stop.

but then, levi leaned down and whispered, “does this need some attention, too?” he gently squeezed your ass. you gasped, meeting his stare.

noticing how heated his gaze was, you took his hand, feeling bold. you lowered it between your legs over your clothed, throbbing cunt.

“this requires more attention, i think.”

he shut his eyes and groaned, feeling your wetness seep through the cloth as he pressed a finger there.

“you nasty fucking minx.” his gravelly voice made you clench again, but this time around his fingers. he rubbed tight circles on your wetness, eliciting a shameless whimper from you.

you raised your head a little, brushing your lips against his. “i wanna hear you calling me that when you’re fucking m—”

something hit your head, and you jumped back, slapping levi’s hand away. you heard levi curse under his breath.

“not here, please! spare us!” hange yelled. erwin beside her had his hand over his eyes, visibly cringing.

levi snorted and slapped your butt playfully before removing himself from you. he sent you a promising smirk. “later, then.”

you sent one right back. “i’ll be waiting.”

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mommypieck · 11 months

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What about threesome w Levi and Erwin

this was requested a lot of times

you sigh when your sword drops again, the pain in your hand still not decreasing. you look around, trying to see if anyone saw you. all of the other trainees are fighting, not caring about you but your gaze falls on the commander who's watching you intensively.

"oh shit," you think to yourself. you try to pick up the sword again but your wrist remains limp. you know it's not a big deal but now that commander saw it, you might get into trouble.

"is everything alright?" erwin asks, looking worried. you know that commander cares a lot about his soldiers but that he's also strict about their abilities.

"just a sore wrist." you reply. you hope that it will brush erwin off but your face falls as he tells you to follow him. he takes you into his office. you sit there, watching him as he searches in the first-aid box. he comes back seconds later, carrying a bandage. he carefully puts it on your wrist, stroking it as he does so.

"i wouldn't sleep if i knew that the prettiest trainee is hurting."

"what?"

"you've heard me."

one of his hands still holds your wrist while his other sets on your thigh. you feel high, not knowing how to react.

"how about you take care of something of mine?" he asks and you can just dumbly nod. his gaze makes you feel butterflies.

"get on your knees." he orders and you do so. you can feel your heart racing as he undoes his belt, pulling his cock out. you eyes widen at the size but it's also understandable that a commander like this is going to have a big cock. you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it. you kiss the tip of his cock, making his moan. you smile at his, loving the noises he makes. you take him into your mouth, stroking the rest that doesn't fit.

"your hand seems completely fine." erwin says, getting your hair as he urges you to continue sucking. you take him deeper into your mouth, gagging at his size, making erwin let out a satisfied groan. you feel your panties get wet at the expression he gives you. you've always found his attractive and now that he's towering over you, makes you submit to him even more.

"just like that, good girl." his praises are like honey to your ears and you wish to hear them all the time.

"is she good?" your eyes shoot up to levi who's standing in the door. you quickly pull off erwin's cock, coveting your face in hopes of levi not recognizing you. erwin has other plans tho as he pulls you on his cock again.

"be a good girl." he whispers to you, completely ignoring levi. you don't know where to look and your eyes twitch to levi every few seconds.

"erwin, can you explain what's going on?" levi asks, this time more annoyingly.

"she's fucking me off." erwin replies bluntly. you don't know what's going and you can't tell anything from the looks they're giving one another. you've heard about the history between levi and erwin but this is completely different.

"and is she good at it?" levi's question coughs you off guard. levi stands behind you, pulling down your pants.

"she's fucking soaked." he moans, his fingers probing at your slit. he gathers your wetness on his fingers before slipping them inside of you. you moan, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you.

"stay still, whore." he orders, pulling his fingers from you and replacing them with his cock. your back arches as he slips inside of you. it's been a while since someone was inside of you and the stretch is surely there.

"what? can't take it?" he chuckles and you only reply with a moan. he starts fucking you slowly, teasing you with the thrusts. erwin starts thrusting inside of your mouth unexpectedly, making you choke. levi uses your distraction to speed up his thrusts.

your body shakes under their thrusts as they use your body. neither of them are soft and you love it. none of your boyfriends never treated you like them.

erwin tugs at your hair, urging you to deep throat him. you take a deep breath, taking his whole cock into your mouth, your nose meeting his skin. levi spreads your cheeks apart, watching himself slip in and out of you. every single one of his thrusts hits your sweet spot and you can't help but to think about how experienced he is. it's almost like they planned for this to happen.

"you're a good girl. you're gonna swallow, right?" erwin asks, stroking your cheek. you nod enthusiastically. it takes few swipes of your tongue before he's cumming inside of your mouth. you swallow everything as you promised, showing him your mouth empty mouth. levi groans at your gesture, speeding up his thrusts. you can feel yourself on the verge of cumming and it takes one sharp thrust to bring you over the edge. the squeeze of your pussy makes levi groan and pull out. he cums on your back, staining your uniform. you lay on the ground panting, looking at the two man who look at you with a smile.

"get up and don't dare to say something." levi says, bursting out of the door. erwin just chuckles at his, kneeling beside you.

"you good?" he asks and you nod your hair.

"good. i think im gonna keep you."

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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Levi begrudgingly admitting that he gets a much needed release from fucking but not wanting to ask so instead resorts to huffing and pawing at you until you get the picture. Once he knows you're on board throws everything at you and doesn't stop until his stresses have been well and truly extinguished. send tweet.

we all love needy!levi

also why am i so much faster at smut requests than other requests ajsld;kf

i've written both attention!starved and touch!starved levi but this version of needy!levi is a combination of both

So Needy for Me | needy and touch-starved!levi

✧ word count ➼ 678 ✧ notes ➼ 18+, minors do not interact, needy!levi, rough sex, fem!reader, levi fucking your brains out, this turned out longer than i expected i'm so sorry the words just kinda kept coming (similar to the reader i mean what)

after a stressful day or going multiple days without being able to see you or be intimate with you, levi finds himself needing a much, much needed release. all he can think about whenever he sees you is how much he needs to be against you

but of course, his pride makes him hesitant to ask, which puts him in a sticky situation, especially if you were too busy to pay close attention to the little signs he's giving you. as a result, he becomes even more aloof when he's responding to you (as counterintuitive as that might be), only responding with grunts or grumbles

speaking of signs, when he's this stubborn, levi's not particularly good at communicating them. i don't see him as the type to start brushing up against you or whispering into your ear when he needs a release. instead, i see him throwing snarky remarks at you, such as "what, are you allergic to coming to bed?" if you're taking too long or staying up too late when he's trying to drag you to bed

however, once you do pick up the signs, whether it's from you finally calling him out on his grouchiness or from you simply knowing how he is due to how long you've been together, as soon as you give them the okay, this man is on you

he needs to make sure that he gives special attention to every inch of your body. you're not even able to keep up as his tongue fights with yours for dominance, as his hands roam from pulling on your hair all the way down to planting a firm slap on your ass.

before you know it, he's pinning you down in bed, leaving more than noticeable bite marks on your neck, feeling his hard-on grow more prominent with the more whimpers that he was eliciting from you. as soon as levi hears you call out his name, asking for more, something snaps within him

this man essentially throws you as he flips you over, sticking your ass in the air, a dark and feral look in his eyes as his hands dig into your hips, feeling his cock twitch as you squirm in place, squeezing your legs together in impatience as your wetness begins to drip down your thighs

"so fucking needy for me, aren't you?" he'd say as he gently rubs his tip against you, letting out a small moan himself as he felt your slick on him.

"i'd say you're the one that's needy, lev-"

before you could finish your sentence, he'd slam your hips down onto him in retaliation, his cock entering you fully, the corners of his lips pulling up in a small smirk as he heard you cry out underneath him.

he'd press down on your back, pinning you to the bed and using his other hand to alternate between slapping your ass and playing with your clit, relishing in the fact that he's made you cum for the nth time. any pent up frustration from the past few days of stress and from the past few hours of failing to get your attention was being released all at once, with him drawing closer and closer to his own high with the more sounds that were coming out of you as he continued to drill into you.

the only sounds coming from the room were your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. he'd continue fucking you well past the point of you being unable to comprehend anything other than the feeling of his cock repeatedly pounding into your sweet spot.

"you can take more, can't you?" he'd occasionally murmur to you. you'd shakily nod as you gripped at the sheets. your legs would be shaking and you'd feel a burn in your abs from the amount of times that you've cum, but you knew that it was long from over. with how stressed levi's been the past few days, you knew it was going to be a very, very long night for you.

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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omg! I love the college major one! if you're still okay with requests, how would the guys be as a study partner ?

STUDYING WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw! 18+

notes: Omg thank you!!! I'm always open for requests I'm just really slow with them lol. Since I was a history/english major, most of my homework in college was papers so I kind of framed these with them helping with a paper! I also love the idea of them pining for you a touch so some of these might be more geared around that, instead of an established relationship, but I think they're pretty versatile anyway haha. Enjoy!!(:

college majors

EREN:

It's rare for him to be seen actually doing school work

So when he sends you a text inviting you to do homework together, that's exactly what he's going to do, simple enough

He's probably extremely behind in like four classes oops

Eren prefers to study in the evenings, probably after hours in the library? So there's like no one there besides the other people way behind in their classes lol

I love basketball player Eren, so he's either wearing the same big hoodie and sweats that he wore during the day, or a clean shirt and shorts, wet hair from the post-practice showers, and maybe even his gym bag

If you have plans to meet in the usual spot, he'll have your favorite energy drink waiting for you when you get there

He'd probably be super nice to study with

After practice he's extremely chill, calm, asking about your day and what not while you pull out your laptop and papers

If you ask he'll tell you about how his practice went and what he's been up to, he's tired from a long day of school and what not but he's super comfortable around you, so it's just a nice vibe

He's a good listener, remembers the names of the professors you like and the guy you hate in your class

Once you're actually really to start studying he's extremely quiet, he lets you work in peace

Honestly the sounds of his keyboard is probably so comforting? The man is good with his fingers what can I say

You might catch him sneaking glances (or full on staring) at you here and there, bright green eyes poking up from behind his laptop screen

Lowkey he's looking for any reason to talk to you again

The second you acknowledge his gaze he'll start up a small conversation again

If you need his help he'll do the thing where he leans over you a touch

He definitely saw the pink on your ears when he did it the first time and now he will never not find an excuse to be that close to you lmaooo

If you're writing a paper, he'll read it after you're done and give you feedback, but he's not good at giving it??

"Yeah, seems good to me," or "I don't get this part", he doesn't really know how to explain it or provide specific advice about how to strengthen the analysis of your evidence lol sorry

Afterwards he might put a hand on your arm and ask "So... got any plans tonight?"

Lol it's like 1am but if you're down he might take you to get ice cream, or back to his place if you want to hang out there. If not he'll offer to drive you back to your apartment, he doesn't want you walking around late at night alone :)

JEAN:

He probably sucks to study with lmao so sorry

It's just hard to get him to stop talking and actually get work done?

Your conversations start to dwindle as you begin typing on your laptop and he just changes the topic

In his defense, you guys probably find time to study together either in between your classes or immediately after, so he's just kind of distracted with everything going on

He'll invite you to do homework together and he literally thinks it means work on your essay together and like write it together

And you'll have to explain that you can do your own paper while he studies and he's like "OH okay then"

But he'll offer to help you with it anyway, which would be really nice!!

He'll read the paper once to get a feel for it, almost scans through it which makes it seem intimidating but he's just a fast reader lol

He'll explain the paper back to you???? Like he'll tell you what he's got out of the paper, your thesis and your main points; if there's any general comments or miscommunications you guys can sort that out there, he helps you frame your paper better

Then he'll help you fine tune each paragraph and make sure the evidence and analysis is solid! He's probably the best with helping you with your papers because he's super supportive and patient

When you pause to ask for his input he'll smile and give you a nudge, "Hey, you've got this. I know it's tough but you're smart, you already know the content! (Y/N), you've got this, I believe in you"

And then he gets really pink in the face "Uh, yeah. So. Onto the next paragraph?"

Sometimes you will need to tell him to focus on his own work lol

Jean with glasses. That's it

If he's writing his own paper or reading one for class they're low on his nose

Looks like a model reading, holding the book in hold hand and barely dropping his gaze down to look at it

Writing notes that are indecipherable with his other hand lol

Jean reads aloud because it helps him focus and it's really cute okay

If you're stressed or you guys are in a public/busy setting he won't! He doesn't want to be distracting

But if he's comfortable with you you might hear him whispering quietly to himself

If you offer, he'll give you some context and ask you for your input about something he's stuck on!

Remembers when your papers are due and will ask you how you did on them a week or two later!

If you're frustrated about your grade or another upcoming paper he might send you a text before your weekly study session: "change of plans. wanna catch a movie in the park? they're playing a good one :)"

ARMIN:

Armin with the double major???

He has you studying together a couple times a week AT LEAST

I bet he holds 'tutoring sessions' where he invites a bunch of friends together to study and get help from him because he can whip out a 12 page paper in two hours tops

But Connie and Ymir derail these sessions

If you guys are studying alone together he's extremely helpful

He'd love to call them private sessions with you though lowkey?? I bet if y'all were together he'd even try and roleplay some sort of tutor thing, lil freak

Studying with you is a TOP priority. This man will cancel a doctor's appointment to study with you

He'll rent you out a study room in the library!!

Armin can actually pull strings with the librarians to reserve a room last minute, if you really need one!

Study rooms are nice because they have those big whiteboards to use and he'll fill one side with "(Y/N)'S PAPER" and have you go through everything about your paper

Title, intro, thesis, paragraph topics, evidence, analysis, conclusion...

Even if you have an outline already lol he just likes to write on the whiteboard, it makes him feel important

If you're dong a worksheet or something he'll also use the whiteboard for that!

Good luck if you're writing a paper about something he's knowledgeable on?? If it's history he can literally pull evidence (like a book, author, quote and page number) out of thin air for you to use

But he might try and take over your paper oops

"(Y/N), I totally get what you're saying about Hegel's religious theories serving as a metaphor for Germany's idealized and romanticized view on their newly formed state, causing the reign of the Third Reich during the 20th century, but would you agree that this idea extends BEYOND Hegel, and in fact combines the martyrdom of the empire and their warmongering tendencies to that thought?? Just an idea :)"

He's probably the smoothest when it comes to inviting you to do something after you study

He knows your favorite coffee shop is right next to the library, or he knows of a mini golf park that's half off for students

He writes down your exam dates and paper due dates in his calendar so he can remind you and ask you how you feel afterwards!

Before a big exam he'll surprise you with something like a gift card to your favorite coffee place or a flower omg I love him

IMMEDIATELY after your class ends, your phone goes off" "How'd the exam go!! Wanna tell me about it over lunch? :)"

CONNIE:

Sorry to any business majors but all my business friends had the easiest homework ever??

Like one of them had to redesign a monopoly board for their MIDTERM, so studying with Connie is probably more like arts and crafts lmao He’ll ask you to study with him when he notices you’ve been especially stressed or down

Connie’s got a real good skill at reading people I bet but he doesn’t show it?

He’ll check in occasionally but it can also be overwhelming when someone’s constantly looming over you while you’re stressed so he doesn’t do that!

But right in the heat of your semester, you’ve got like five different papers and projects due and you get a text from Connie saying he’s on his way to your apartment with food and a project

He makes some dumb excuse about needing to borrow some tape or something

He brings your favorite takeout and lightly forces you to eat it, put your books down and think about something else for ten minutes!

He points out that you’ll do your best work when you’re healthy and gives you a look

You guys probably study in silence for a bit before he finally breaks the tension

"So... stressed much?"

He'll let you rant to him about all of your classes, about your parents pressuring you, about how you're scared you're pushing away your friends by closing yourself off but you NEED to, everything

You'll feel him at your side, his hand rubbing your back gently

"(Y/N), you're like the smartest person I know. You don't have to prove anything to anyone about that. You're friends all know that exams are hectic, so you don't need to worry about us! I just worry about you when you stop taking care of yourself, (Y/N). So... let me take care of you, yeah? We'll get through this."

All-nighters aren't probably the healthiest thing, but Connie makes them fun and you guys are able to get through them without two pots of coffee

He let's you explain everything about your projects and he'll play devil's advocate a little bit during your essay, just asking you simple questions that you should answer in your paper. "--But why is that important?" and "--What about any opposing arguments?"

If you're memorizing terms for a quiz, he's making it a game, rewarding you with chocolate chips or something dumb whenever you ace your flashcards

Honestly he'd end up learning all of your terms too? I think a good way to learn something is to explain it to someone else (or just talk through it at least), so as you go through your terms and their definitions he is slowly starting to memorize them? He may not seem like the most studious person but he's definitely a quick learner

He also forces you to take breaks when you're starting to get overwhelmed though, which is also how you guys do his projects lol. "Why don't you put down your laptop and give yourself some space from your essay. Help me color in this poster and then we can look at your paper with fresh eyes, yeah?"

By the time your paper is done and your terms are all memorized, it's 4am and the sun is starting to peek through the tree line, and only then do you start to feel the weight of your overnight study session. Connie does too, and he nods towards your bedroom where you both collapse onto your mattress

"Don't go to class today," "What?" "C'mon, you need to sleep, you've got all your projects done, your paper is perfect, you need to sleep." and as he's pulling you towards him, rubbing your back, who are you to decline that offer?

Porco:

I feel like Porco is also very down-to-business, like Eren

Which can be extremely nice? He's very disciplined, so studying with him is perfect when you procrastinate too much and NEED to get your shit done

He probably gives you shit for procrastinating lol, sorry he just doesn't understand how you could do that to yourself?

He's an extremely busy guy, to the point where homework is probably fun for him, because it's the only thing he can really control (compared to his soccer practice and work schedule, that has set times)

Like he can get homework in class and then get it done immediately after, while the content is still fresh in his mind, and then his afternoon is free

So if you ask him to study with you sometime he might look at you a little funny because he doesn't really need to study that often?

But he's also a gentleman so he'll agree, inviting you over to his place sometime after soccer practice

He might save some homework to do in the evening with you, or he'll just sit there with a blank word document across from you because all of his homework is done LMAOO

But let's be real he'd never pass up a chance to spend some alone time with you

Love Porco to pieces but he's probably a bit dense when it comes to talking to people one on one?? Like people he's interested in

"Yeah, all the boys are playing COD right now and they want me to join but I said I had to study with you ://"

But then when you tell him that he can go play if he's done with his homework he's like "no shut up, stupid. I want to help you"

He'd lowkey be such a parent-type friend when it comes to studying at his apartment, like he has a dinky little platter of like vegetables out because it's good brain food, what a dork

You can convince him to order a pizza if you end up needing to stay later, and he orders your favorite toppings without you having to tell you what they are

"When Sasha and Niccolo hosted that make-your-own pizza thing two months ago, that's what you put on your pizza so I just figured that's what you liked I don't know"

When you ask him how much you owe him he just rolls his eyes. "Shut up and get back to writing your paper, dummy"

At one point he asks you how many pages your essay needs to be he is shocked??? He thought it was like a three page paper, so when you tell him it needs to be a minimum of twenty four pages he dies a little bit

"People have to write papers that long???" He might even call the pizza place back and order a dessert, paying the delivery charge and tipping a driver again just because he really had no idea that's why you were so stressed

You can definitely get him to take your mind off of studying by asking him about something relating to soccer or his family and he does not realize that you're doing it to get your mind off of your work, he's just happy to talk to you lol

Reiner:

He'd probably be similar to Porco in that he gets most of his homework done like right after class, it just makes more sense to him to do it that way

Like the content is fresh in his mind and then he doesn't have to worry about it

If it's a paper or something he just goes to the library immediately after class and gets lost in his research and then a couple hours later he leaves with at least half of it done, does the rest the next day

But I'm sure he still gets super stressed out about all his work

So when you ask him to study with you he's totally down, he could always review his notes for the 18th time!

When Reiner does need to study he cram studies in the most unhealthy way?? I bet he had a really healthy and disciplined way of studying in high school, but something about college and his anxiety just caused all of that academic discipline to go out the window

He could have a paper due in two months and if he puts it off for a day he starts to beat himself up over it :(

Still a good student obviously!! Just doesn't take care of himself as kindly as he should

When you guys study together it's different, because he'd hate to encourage you to treat yourself the same way he treats himself

You guys go and get lunch together before you study and he pays (duh), and he even suggests that you guys go on a walk or something before actually settling down to study

Maybe you talk about the work you need to done to plan what you need to get done today, what you can afford to put off until the next day, etc

Or maybe you talk about something else entirely, just about how nice the weather is! You both end up feeling refreshed and ready to get started once you make your way to the library

Since he's going to school for education he's probably extremely helpful when it comes to memorizing your terms and concepts

He'll make flash cards for the both of you with your respective content and you guys take turns quizzing each other

Unrelated but I bet he has decent handwriting?? But when he makes the flashcards for you both he makes sure it's all super neat and perfect, gets weirdly paranoid about misspelling a word or his handwriting looking bad, causing you to misspell a word on your exam day??

"Reiner, trust me, you're already helping me so much, I appreciate all you do for me!"

His face just goes bright red and he nods, unable to speak so he just goes back to making more flashcards

He'll print out your essay once you're done with it, paying the $0.94 per page charge for each draft, so he can highlight and annotate it for you

You explain to him that he can just edit it on his laptop but he refuses, he thinks he will do a better job editing with the hard copy in hand

Will 100% take you to get ice cream again once you guys are done studying, to recap how you did, whether you got done the stuff that you set out to, and plan another study date hangout

Levi:

I feel like Levi would be really intense when it comes to studying?

Like he just looks extremely focused in on his work, so it might seem like he's angry when you invite him to study with you in the library

But he insists that you go to his apartment instead. The library is going to be full of students trying to get their work done, and he can even cook for you afterwards, if you'd like

He writes down his apartment address and you agree to meet there at 3 o'clock sharp

When you get to his apartment there's classical music playing, he already has his laptop on with like four open books next to him so he can work on his literature paper

If you're also working on an English paper he has dozens of anthologies for you to borrow, if you're looking for a specific one he'll go to his bedroom (where he has a massive bookshelf) and will pull it out for you

"Bartleby the Scrivener? By Melville, yes? Hm, I think I have that in my seventh edition, let me--" and without waiting for response he's gone, and then he's back moments later with a massive text in his hand. He'll flip to it in the anthology and he'll set it on the table for you, "here, I've even annotated my copy"

Actually if you ask him to help you write your paper he would also be really helpful?? Very direct with it, but as long as you know that going into it, it's fine lol

I love the idea of him being a graduate student who teaches an undergrad/Intro to English Studies course, so he's extremely comfortable with helping you with your papers, even if they're not about English!

In group settings he can be really intense, and even though he's still extremely direct one-on-one, he is patient with you, and understanding as you explain what confuses you about your assignment

If you are going into this study session hoping for it to be a date of some sort, prepare to be disappointed because this man keeps his academics and his love life separate lol

Until he hears your stomach grumble!!

The second he does, he shuts his laptop and makes his way towards the kitchen to start dinner

"You can't do your best work on an empty stomach, and the noise will be distracting anyway," lmaoo

If you offer to help out he'll take it, maybe suggesting you prepare the vegetables while he makes the pasta sauce

He might brush a hand against the small of your back to signal you of his presence while reaching over to grab something next to you?? Like a spice or something

While you cook together, he'll ask you how your day was, he might even offer to pour you a glass of wine, so long as it doesn't spoil your appetite

He might smack your hand away from snacking on the vegetables you cook, but will also accept if you try and feed him one-- "to see if it's seasoned properly"!!

Levi would think about the taste for a second, humming with approval before turning back to focus on his entrée with a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks.

He will keep up this flirty energy all throughout dinner, but the second the dishes are washed and put away, he is opening up his laptop and going back to work, straight faced as ever oops

Zeke:

So cocky?? For no reason?? Someone put this man in a time out

"So you need my help, hm? I guess I can take a peek at your paper."

Even if you just ask to study with him, he's going to assume you need his help

Which can be nice if you're stubborn or have a hard time asking for help (like me lol)

He's extremely observant, so the moment you begin to reread a paragraph to see how to improve it, he's at your side. "Okay, what's the problem here"

He can tell by the way you furrow your brows, or the way you begin to read aloud quietly to yourself!! The man doesn't even understand why he's so lasered-in on you, he's basically studying you while you study lmao

I will always headcanon him as being a coach for a little league baseball team in his hometown, and he does most of his own homework on the train ride there and back

So when you ask him to study with you he's usually not doing much himself anyway, just there to help you out

Maybe he'll bring some papers to grad from the class he's TA'ing for, because he wants to show off a little bit hahahah

He'll even invite you to the classroom that he TA's in, because he knows that it's going to be empty by the time you finish your last class

Similar to Reiner, he'd prefer to edit your paper with a hard copy so he can 'grade it' with the rest of his undergrad essays, but he'll send you to the printer down the hall with his credit card, might even tell you to pick out something from the vending machine for yourself (they say chivalry is dead)

He's also extremely thorough though when editing your paper, gets so quiet that it's almost scary, but he's super encouraging and helpful with all of his notes, even just rewriting things for you in red ink in the margins

After he's finished he'll go through his revisions with you so that you understand why his rewrite of your thesis is stronger, more concise, so that in the future you know how to do it yourself

Not that he doesn't love to help you! But he wants you to learn the stuff

Honestly if he's helping you learn terms or remember concepts he is also using a whiteboard like Armin lol

I think Zeke would want to be a surgeon or oncologist to follow in his dad's footsteps, but I think he'd have a real gift for teaching and should go into that instead, he could teach one of his little league kiddos medical terminology and have them pass a test he's that good at teaching people

Talks with his hands a lot while he's explaining concepts to you, circles phrases and draws arrows connecting them to other ideas, basically acts as if he's a professor giving a lecture to you lol but it's okay because he looks hot doing it xoxo

He won't say much once you nail your practice term quiz or show him your final draft of your paper, just nod and give a little "hm, not bad, (Y/L/N)"

But deep down I think he'd be going crazy because Zeke loves an intelligent and competent partner?? I mean don't get me wrong he'd probably like someone less intelligent than him so he can a) feel better about himself and b) manipulate them without them knowing, but he'd be kind of speechless once he's aware of your intelligence and his heart is racing a little bit?? He doesn't realize he's experiencing feelings for the first time hahaha

For that reason, once you are done studying he is like "okay bye" and he is gone in like two seconds UNLESS you start up a conversation with him about little league, then you may be able to convince him to walk you back to your apartment (who's being manipulated now, Zeke)

AHH I'm so sorry this took so long!!! I hope you liked them!! My next set of headcanons is going to be some meet-cute scenarios that I think would lead to your relationship with the guys respectively, so this was tough!! I was torn between it being an established relationship or them kind of crushing on you/a study date-not-date type of thing?? But I really hope you liked them and I appreciate your patience with me :)

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The Breaking Point (Part III) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Read Part I Read Part II

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Sexual content (18+/MDNI). Angst. Season four spoilers.

Author's Note: I decided to combine this final part of The Breaking Point with an anonymous request I received since this was my plan anyway. Thank you, Anon, for sending it in.

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“Levi?”

He runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, drips of rain dropping from the ends of it. He’s shivering. His eyes are so bloodshot it looks like he needs medical attention.

“I d-didn’t know where else to g-go… c-can I come in?”

You grab his arm and pull him inside rather than say anything. You close the door again and turn around to face him.

“Listen, I’m s-sorry for coming in here a-and dripping all–all over your floor, but I-I-I wanted to talk–”

“I hate to interrupt, but before you go any further, you need to take a shower and get these wet clothes off. Like now.”

He doesn’t fight you. He looks at the floor and gives you a small nod. You lead him to the bathroom and turn on the shower to the warmest setting, your remembrance that he likes scalding hot showers coming in handy now. You also leave a towel for him on the sink, as well as the candle so he’s able to see.

He walks into the bathroom, stands by the shower, and looks at you.

“Give me your clothes,” you say. “I’ll wring them out and hang them up to dry.”

His eyes widen a little. He takes off his jacket and hands it to you. The thing is so heavy with water and dripping all over the place. You drape it over your forearm but away from your body so it doesn’t drip onto you or your robe. His muscles glisten in the light of the flame as he works to take his shirt off. You see a few new scars on his lower torso.

One by one, until it comes down to him taking off his pants. He looks at you. You don’t catch on immediately but you quickly turn on your heel, away from him, to give him privacy.

“Right. Sorry.”

Once he takes everything else off and hands it to you, you exit the bathroom and call out to him.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

You close the door. You are suddenly grateful for his habit of long showering times. It’ll give you time to think. You sigh deeply and throw your head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, and curse the universe at this cruel trick it’s playing on you. It was worse enough breaking Levi’s heart, now he’s showing up unannounced at your door in the middle of the night? God.

You pad to the kitchen and place the clothes in the sink. One by one, you wring them all out the best you can. But no matter how much you work to do so, water keeps coming out. By the time you’re done, your hands are sore and red. You look over to the fireplace to find just dull embers glowing. Shouldn’t be too difficult to start a fire again.

Once you get that done, you take the clothes and place them near the fire. After that, it’s mopping the floors of the rain Levi trekked in. Then, it’s making some tea. You know he’s going to want it. But you decide to not give him his favorite black tea. But rather opting for peppermint tea as it doesn’t have any caffeine. And it looks like he’s been awake for a week straight.

You sit patiently on the couch waiting for Levi to emerge from his shower. And after about 45 minutes, you hear the water shut off. Anxiety brews in your chest uneasily, though you can’t quite figure out why. He’s the one who barged in here.

Eventually, you hear footsteps approach you. You look at him, only clad in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. You look away quickly.

“Apologies for the indecency,” he murmurs.

“All good, your clothes aren’t dry yet.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you. The silence is so awkward that you just want to run away and hide. You take a few breaths before you speak, desperately trying to get the small talk out of the way to make room for the big talk.

“Are you warmed up now?”

“Yes, much better now.”

“Good.”

“This is a nice place,” he looks around slowly. “You did well.”

“Thank you. It’s cozy. I like it here.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

A silence fills the air for a few moments. You nervously twiddle your thumbs.

“So… you’re probably wondering why I came here.”

You nod your head, staring ahead at the flames, “Yeah.”

“I… came here to ask if… if there’s any chance of us getting back together,” he says your name cautiously.

The ball of anxiety that’s been growing for the past hour in your chest pops.

“I know I’m not good at this sort of thing. But the last few weeks have been hell, and that’s putting it lightly. I should’ve treated you better, listened to you when you voiced concerns about our relationship instead of shutting down. I know that now. And I’m willing to do better, to be better. I have not been able to sleep more than an hour per night because all I see when I close my eyes is you. I still love you and I need you.”

Your breathing has become erratic but you force it to be quiet and not noticeable so Levi doesn’t see. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He whispers, “Please say something.”

“Did you even hear yourself just now?”

The question comes out more bitter than you would like. Levi stays silent, waiting for you to continue. You glare at him.

“You still don’t get it, even after all this time. All the discussions we had. Pretty much all of what you said only concerned you and your well-being. What about me?”

He nods.

“Levi, being with you was so fucking hard. Even on days when we had even a few hours to spend together uninterrupted, I was only thinking about the next time you were going to leave. You were gone more than you were with me. That takes a toll on anybody. Imagine if the situation was reversed. How long could you take that before you decided that enough is enough?”

“I understand your perspective. I thought that when we got together, you knew about all this. I told you that being with me wasn’t going to be easy.”

“I thought I could handle it,” you shrug. “But turns out, being with you was harder than I could’ve ever expected. Especially on days when I needed you and you weren’t here.”

“The government is falling. The Jaegerists are taking over everything. I don’t know if you realize this, but everything I do is to protect humanity, which includes you. And I made a promise to Commander Erwin.”

“Of course. And who am I to get in the way of that?”

“The only person who can.”

You look toward him and his gaze is fixed on the fire, the orange and yellow flames lighting his cold blue irises up in the most unusual way. After a second, they revert to yours.

“Answer me just one thing: was being with me really that terrible?”

“Of course not,” you answer without any hesitation. “There were many moments in our relationship I loved and still love. I was just thinking about this earlier, but how you used to come home with those beautiful blue flowers or the bread for dinner. Those small gestures are what they are, small, but they meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah.”

“Waking up next to you was one of the biggest reliefs, too. Knowing you were there to keep me safe. And when we made love.”

“I like those memories, too. But I knew there was something wrong when you couldn’t get pregnant, no matter how far we went.”

You recall the doctor’s visit with Levi. That fateful day they told him that due to his low sperm count, he was infertile. Which, you didn’t quite know how that was possible due to the… size of his loads. But the doctor said that, in rare cases, being severely depressed or stressed can cause infertility in men. And that wasn’t too far off the mark.

You look to the ground and recall how distant he was after that for a few days. Neither of you was too fond of the idea of having kids, but knowing that the option wasn't even there dealt a blow to the both of you. There were times when you daydreamed about what it would be like to have a little Levi running through the house. The biggest obstacle that you faced about the idea is the state of the world. If you had a choice, you would’ve chosen to not be born. The constant fear of living under the tyranny of the titans was a miserable existence.

Thankfully though in the past few years, with the Scout Regiment exploring beyond the walls and reaching the sea, humanity was finally free from that tyranny.

Levi calls your name. You look at him, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Still with me?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I go back to my original question: is there any chance of us getting back together?”

You take a deep breath. You have known your answer from the start.

“No, there isn’t.”

You almost hear Levi lose his breath. He sits up on the sofa and leans over, putting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head towards the floor.

“I’m sorry Levi, but… I’m happier now.”

“Is there somebody else?”

“What? No.”

He’s quiet for a moment. The silence is almost unbearable. It’s so tense you could cut it with a knife.

“If that’s truly how you feel… can I ask one more thing of you before I leave your life for good?”

“What?”

“Make love to me one last time.”

You’re taken aback by his answer. You thought maybe he was asking you to be safe in your day-to-day life, but this was entirely unexpected. He lifts his head up and looks in your direction through the dark tendrils of his hair.

“Levi, I–”

“I know. I would just like for us to enjoy one another one last time. But only if you want to, too.”

You sigh. You definitely don’t feel pressured by his words but just conflicted. He was always intensely respectful when it came to sex with you. Always asking if it was okay, even years into the relationship. It was never pressured from you. In fact, if anything, it was the other way around. Always wanting him. You could never quite get enough.

You remembered the last time you two fucked. Months ago. Never in a million years would you have thought that it was going to be the last. Perhaps this is a good way to get closure for the both of you; to finally sever the tie.

He looks at you in a pleading way.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leans back on the sofa and opens his arms, “Then come here.”

His hand reaches for yours and you look at it for a moment. You’re not sure if this is the greatest idea, but Levi was always a man of his word. Once this is done, he’s leaving your life. For good. After breaking his heart, you could give him this one last thing for him to close this chapter in his life and move on.

Your hand reaches for his and his fingers close around yours and tugs you in gently. The space between you two on the couch closes and he brings his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. You do the same as he places a hand on the side of your face. His thumb slowly strokes the flesh of your cheek. You can feel his heartbeat raging in his chest against yours.

After three breaths, Levi pulls away and plants his lips softly on your hairline and lingers for a moment. You feel a stinging in your eyes intensify as he does this. You would most definitely miss this soft side of him, this vulnerable side of him. But you can’t afford to think about it now. This is your decision and your decision alone.

Levi pulls his mouth away from your forehead and looks at you again, drinking the sight of you in the glow of the fireplace.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Before you have the chance to even respond, his lips land on yours in a desperate but delicate way. You lean into the kiss and push back into him. And reality hits: you remember that this is going to be the very last time you two do this together. You savor every moment. You give your all in each and every kiss, every touch. And he seemingly does the same.

You retreat from his face and get up from the couch.

“Come on.”

When you two are in your room, his touch almost instantly becomes needier. He pants in between open-mouthed kisses where his tongue is desperate to feel yours. Low groans rip from his throat with almost every exhale. His length, concealed behind the white towel that still hangs from his hips, strains against your leg to be freed. His fingers slither across your waist and his arm gently wraps around your back to lower you onto the bed comforter.

He lays in between your legs and everything slows down again. His kisses are so tender and loving. He deviates and goes to your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, your hairline. You know in his mind that he’s savoring every last kiss. It’s almost as if he’s treating you like a fragile item that’s going to break with the slightest touch.

Your fingertips gently trace along the strong muscles of his back when his tongue makes a long stripe along your collarbone. Your back arches up toward him and you run a hand through his hair. His palm reaches up and kneads your right breast methodically, taking your hard nipple in between his fingers through your robe. Your eyes close.

“Levi…”

“May I take it off?”

“Yes.”

He sits up and takes the belt of your robe in his hands and gently pulls it toward him. The bust immediately falls open. His veiny hands run up your body from your hips and to your shoulders, diving into the fabric to push it all the way off of your torso. He tosses it to the floor. He stares at you from above and drinks your entire body in. His tongue runs over his lips.

“What a sight…” he murmurs, whisping his fingertips over your naked belly and sternum methodically. “I’ve never seen anyone, or anything, quite as breathtaking as you.”

Your cheeks heat up as you give him a small smile. He chuckles weakly and shakes his head.

“I know I never will.”

You fight the feeling of your eyes stinging behind your lids as he lowers his lips to yours and works to remove his towel. Levi has always been a man of few words. But he’s never told you these things before. Why now? Why at a time like this?

The both of you are now completely naked against one another. The feeling of his warm chest on yours is something you’ve missed. In the moment, it feels like you two are one. The world has stopped. You place your hands on the side of his face and he grabs your wrist and holds onto it. His tongue delicately explores your mouth again, slipping against yours with ease and softness.

His mouth makes its way south to the corner of your lips, your chin, your jaw, your neck. His tongue runs over one of your perked nipples with an elongated lick. He grabs your breast and begins to suck, taking his time to carefully wrap his lips around it. As the sound of his licking echoes in your ears, your arm wraps around his head and pushes him into your chest further. His other hand massages your other breast and he switches between the two. He does this for a few minutes. At one point, he licks one just once and then goes to the other.

By the time he goes further down your body, your nipples are reddened and slightly swollen from his assault. He pecks, licks, and kisses your ribs, making you squirm underneath his touch with such need that you haven’t felt in months. On his way further down, his tongue circles your belly button. He tenderly places both of your legs up on the rounds of his shoulders and settles in between your legs.

He presses a kiss on the lips of your pussy. In his mind, this is the wettest you’ve ever been for him. In your mind, you think the same. Your fingertips find his hair and gently stroke through it. He bobs his head slowly up and down as his tongue slides up and down your cunt and produces waves of pleasure that radiate through your pelvis. You throw your head back and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of him in between your thighs.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he praises with a muffled voice and intertwines a set of your fingers in his. “Enjoy yourself.”

Your hips rut up against his lips. You simply cannot help it. And Levi doesn’t stop you, either. In fact, he likes it. Low groans emit from his mouth and vibrate into your sex. It feels so good. He always loves pleasing you and making you feel good. So much so that a lot of the time, he was perfectly content not getting himself off. Getting you off was getting him off. And you adored him for that.

Just when there’s enough of his spit and your arousal to drip down into the comforter, he takes one of his fingers in his mouth, circles it against your entrance, and slowly pushes it in. The feeling makes you whine loudly. Your pussy clamps down on his digit and Levi swears in his mind that you’ve somehow gotten tighter. He can’t wait to slide his cock into it again and feel just how good you are.

He hooks his finger up into your G-spot.

“Shit, Levi, fuck, yes.”

“Feeling good?” his breath fans on your cunt but his finger continues.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says as he shoves another finger in. “I want you to cum all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head as you gasp out, unable to form a proper verbal response to his plea.

“You always make me so proud, you know,” he says in between kissing, sucking, and licking. “So smart. So passionate. So obedient. So goddamn gorgeous...”

The combination of the praising, his mouth, and his fingers is enough to get you to the edge very quickly. When his tongue slides up and down and back and forth across your clit again, you stop moaning and even stop breathing. It feels too good. Your legs stiffen on Levi’s shoulders. You begin to shake.

“Levi, I’m… I’m close.”

“That’s it, thaaat’s it…” he coaxes as your clit is sucked. “Give it to me. I want it. I want every drop of my pretty girl’s cum down my throat. Please, baby.”

His pleading is so desperate and needy. It pushes you over.

“I’m cumming, Levi, I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming…”

Your hips rock up against his mouth again and you grip Levi’s hand in yours so harshly that your knuckles turn white. He continues to moan against your pussy. Initially, you don’t make a sound. Your orgasm just absolutely rips through you so hard that you can’t even make a sound. Once you can actually inhale, you scream out Levi’s name over and over again. It’s all you can register. He continues his actions as you go through the motions of your orgasm. You squirm and have to physically push his head away to get him to stop as your clit becomes too sensitive to touch.

You pant heavily. Your eyes remain closed. Mouth agape. He comes up to your mouth and kisses you. When his tongue plays with yours again, you taste yourself on him. You moan out quietly in response. You two stay like that for a few minutes as you get a bearing on your surroundings again. Your palm plants itself against Levi’s chest and pushes him down onto the bed. He complies.

You turn around to grab a hair tie from the drawer of your nightstand. You push it down your wrist and climb over Levi’s waist so you straddle him from above. He looks up at you as you tie up your hair. He reaches up and grabs your breasts, kneading them in his hands just like before. Your hips grind back and forth so your pussy lazily slides up and down on his cock. Your cum covers his length. He reaches down and uses his thumb to stroke your wetness up to the underside of his swollen head.

When your hair is up, you lean over and kiss him. His hands immediately land on your waist. They run up and down the length of your body. You feel him tilt his hips up into yours with want. You work your way down his body, just like he did. When you reach his nipples and take them in your mouth, he groans loudly. You know that’s one of his more sensitive spots.

“Shit, that feels good.”

Your mouth works one nipple, your thumb works the other. He’s panting so loud and fast that it sounds like he’s just run a marathon. He’s squirming and jerking slightly. He buries a hand in the lower half of your tied-up hair and tightens his grip on it. You love how easily it was to break down Humanity’s Strongest with just a flick or two of your tongue.

When you decide that he’s had enough, you move down to his strong stomach, kissing every muscle and scar there. He watches you like a hawk and presses his length up against your body to get some relief, as well as to encourage you to move faster. Instead, you latch your mouth to his skin to make dark hickies all over his lower torso. This is something you’ve never done to him before. He moans quietly as you do so. The mix of dull pain and intense pleasure is something that he could definitely tolerate.

Over the course of a few minutes, you successfully manage to leave three dark purple marks with speckles of red along the skin of his hips. You press your lips to each one and Levi’s dick twitches against your collarbone. He looks down at the marks you’ve made and a smirk spreads across his features. You know he likes it.

You shift downward so his length is right in front of your face. You wrap a hand around his dick, around its base, and a strained hiss leaves his lips. He shifts his hips up into your grip. The head is just absolutely glistening with precum and even a couple of translucent drips have traveled down to his balls.

Eagerly, you make one giant stripe with the flat of your tongue up the underside of his entire cock. The groan he lets out sounds like one of relief. Still, his intense gaze on you doesn’t waiver. His taste dances across your mouth. You lick your lips. Always tastes so good.

“Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, princess. Let’s see that tongue.”

You follow his orders and he grabs at the base of his length to slap the head of himself against your tongue over and over again, producing a wet, muted slapping sound. When he can’t take it anymore, he gently pushes his cock into your mouth. He plants a soft grip on your scalp and uses it to guide your entire head up and down on him. He’s so gentle with it. He throws his head back and his entire body twitches with pleasure. His muscles move and contract deliciously in the light.

It is moments like these where you relish Levi’s vulnerability. How he felt comfortable enough with you to let go. To let down his guard and focus on something other than his title and trauma. In your mind, you’ve always been thankful that’s something you can give to him.

“Fuck, baby, fuck … I love fucking your mouth like this, could do it for hours … Only you can make this dick cum so hard and fast … You’re such a good girl, my good girl … Yes, yes, yes.”

Each praise, each word that leaves his mouth leaves your pussy dripping with lust. He sounds so unhinged and needy that it’s actually making your cunt ache. All you can focus on is how sexy he looks as he continues to fuck your mouth to his heart’s desire. When you hear his moans get higher in pitch and his grip get slightly tighter in your hair, you know he’s close. He looks down at you every now and again, needing to see your eyes as you take him as well as you do. Your lashes batting at him is enough to drive him insane.

Soon enough, he slows his rhythm in your mouth and pulls you off. His cock leaves your mouth a pop sound. He cups your face and pulls you up to him, then leans you both over so he’s hovering over top of you again. His lips are slow and passionate on yours and wrap around your tongue to suck on it. You both moan.

“I’m going to slide it in now, baby.”

“Please do.”

“Please?” he raises an eyebrow and his tone evolves into one of teasing. “Are you begging?”

“Maybe…”

“I like it.”

“Well in that case… please fuck me, Levi. Please fuck this pussy. Your pussy.”

His eyes slightly widen but he’s quick to react. His hand guides his rock-hard length against your soaking slit in an up-and-down motion. The head rubs up against your swollen clit again and again. You bite your lip and shift your pussy back against him. He hums in satisfaction when he looks down and sees himself coated in you.

He taps the head against your clit twice and pushes himself in. Both of you gasp. You instinctively cling onto his body, nails digging into his back, and he buries his face in your neck. He goes slow. Not slow to the point where it’s unbearable, but slow enough. You know he’s savoring you. It feels as though every inch of him is exploring every inch of you in a relaxed way. It feels nice. Unexpectedly nice.

“I know I’ve said this a million times before,” he begins, slightly straining as he continues to roll his hips into yours. “But you feel so fucking good, baby. That pussy feels so good. So tight.”

You moan and respond by kissing his neck. His cock continues to slide in and out of you at a slower pace. It feels like this is the deepest he’s ever been. He slides all the way in, balls deep, then all the way out, to his tip. As he does this, your G-spot is hit. You fidget against his body, wanting a better angle.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, stopping and looking at you. “Here, let’s put a pillow underneath you.”

He folds a nearby pillow in half and uses his arm to lift your lower back up off the mattress. Swiftly, he puts the pillow beneath it. There’s a tension relieved from your upper back. He lowers you back down. All of this while he’s still inside.

“Better?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

He resumes thrusting and this time, he places a hand on your lower stomach and softly pushes down. This, in combination with the pillow, is a much better angle and feeling than before, even with how slow he’s going. It’s almost as if he read your mind. Maybe he just knows you that well.

“Oh,” you moan. “This feels… nice.”

“Good. Always want to make you feel good.”

You press your lips to his as he proceeds to fuck you softly and slowly. It feels so intimate. So different from the past couple of months. It doesn’t take either of you long before you’re wanting to cum. When he picks up his pace slightly, you feel more pleasure in your pelvis as that spot inside you gets hit over and over again. The familiar sound of skin-on-skin slapping fills the room. Your cunt is gripping Levi’s dick with such force that, in his mind, he doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re in the same boat. Levi almost gets embarrassed, but then he remembers that it’s been a while since you two made love.

“I’m almost there,” he whispers against your neck.

“Me too.”

“Cum with me, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, okay.”

“Can I… can I cum inside you?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Fuck, good.”

A few minutes later, you and Levi orgasm at the same time. Your walls flutter around his dick as you cum and he pulses inside of you, covering every last inch of your pussy with ropes of his cum. You two moan out each other’s names so loudly that you’re slightly worried that the neighbors can possibly hear. He continues to fuck you through your orgasms before slowing down and eventually coming to a complete stop.

He lays on top of you for a while. You run your hand through his hair and it nearly puts him to sleep. Both of you relish the post-coitus glow.

But then reality hits and that glow vanishes with a snap of the fingers.

* * *

Once you’re up and dressed again, you fetch Levi’s clothes as he sits on the bed in his boxer briefs. To your relief, the clothes are finally dry. Once you fold them, you pad back towards the bedroom and open the door. You walk over to Levi and place them beside him when he’s unresponsive to your presence.

“Thanks,” he mutters quietly.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.”

“Appreciate it.”

You sit on the couch and wait for him to appear. Your mind is racing with a million questions and a million thoughts. Truth be told, you’re questioning your well-thought-out decision that changed both of your lives just a few short weeks ago. Nights like these were the highlight of your relationship, no doubt. But they were far and few in between.

I cannot let one night cloud my judgment and allow it to question my decision, you think to yourself. What we did just now was for closure purposes, Levi said it himself.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear him call your name. He sits down on the couch next to you.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, eyes staring into yours.

“Good! Feeling good. How about you?”

“I’m doing well, too.”

“Good, glad to hear it.”

“I should probably head back to HQ. Sun is rising soon and you’re probably very tired.”

“I’m not too tired, actually. But are you sure you wanna head back now? It’s still pouring rain out.”

“Yes. Everyone is going to wonder where I am.”

{🎵 Backroads (Redux) - Lonely The Brave}

It’s at this moment that you realize that your decision was the right one to make.

The sucker punch you feel in your gut tells you that nothing is going to change. Not right now, anyway. There’s a part of you that will always love him, that will always be loyal to him. And who knows… maybe in the future things might be different, and you two can give things another shot. The future is unpredictable.

But, for right now… you have to let him go. Not for only your sake, but his, too.

You can’t fight the tears forming in your eyes. They cloud your vision and spill over your eyelids. He notices immediately and concern takes over his countenance. He takes your face in his hands and wipes away the tears making streaks down your cheeks.

“I never wanted to let you go, Levi,” you say in a strained voice. “I still don’t want to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” he pleads. “Don’t let me go. Please. We can figure this out.”

“We can’t… we just can’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because as long as you’re Captain Levi Ackerman, this will keep happening. I deserve someone who puts me first and you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel bad about your title. Who is okay with loneliness. I’m just… I’m not that person.”

Levi’s eyes start to water, too. And something in them lights up. Like he’s come to a realization or experienced an epiphany. His voice becomes shaky.

“You’re right. I never saw it that way before now. I’ve been so damn selfish. You deserve so much more than I’ve been giving you. So much more than I can provide.”

You can’t hold back anymore. You begin to sob and Levi quickly takes you in his arms. He holds onto you like you’re the last molecule of oxygen in a gas chamber. You do the same. He’s squeezing you so hard that it’s almost hard to breathe. You hear him softly cry into your shoulder, too.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with your name in between sharp breaths. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you hear me?”

He doesn’t respond. He continues to cry silently.

“We’re just on different paths in life right now, a-and that’s okay,” you assure him. “I still had fun with you, and I don’t regret anything.”

“Me neither.”

You look up at the ceiling, at whatever god or higher power that may exist, and silently pray that both of you can survive this heartbreak. You pray for Levi’s healing. You pray for your healing. You pray that he remains safe on his missions. You pray that he will always return. And you pray that someday, you two have another opportunity to be together.

You have a feeling that your prayers fall on deaf ears.

You pull apart from the hug and his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are blotchy. You reach out a hand and mirror his actions by wiping away the tears falling down his face.

“Okay,” he grabs a tissue from your coffee table and wipes his nose. “I should head out.”

“Okay.”

You walk him to the door and once he slips on his shoes and prepares himself for a walk in the rain by putting his hood up and securing his jacket, he looks at you. Tears threaten to break from your eyes once more.

“This doesn’t mean goodbye, you know,” his voice is still shaky as if he’s unsure of the words himself. “I’m still going to be around. If you ever need anything, you stop by HQ and ask for me. Or send me a letter. I promise I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

“Come here.”

You share another hug. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and neck. His wrap around your chest and under your arms. You wish, in your mind, that you could stay like this. Forever. You two stay like this for a long time. You hear him struggling to rein in his sobs. He talks again. Muffled by your clothing.

“Thank you for everything.”

He pulls away and looks at you with bloodshot eyes again. He leans over, turns the door handle, and opens the door. It’s cold, rainy, and windy. It sends goosebumps up your spine.

“See you…” he says your name before he disappears into the night.

“Goodbye.”

* * *

End

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steviewashere · 3 months

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Soothed

Rating: General CW: Minor Injuries, Minor Violence, Minor Discussion of Bullying Tags: Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Hurt Eddie Munson, Injured Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Takes Care of Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Worried Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, And Gets One

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is a warm hug."

💕—————💕

There was a knock at Steve’s front door.

Which is unusual to him. If somebody from the group—teenagers, adults, and preteens alike—then they’d use the spare key in the potted flower on the porch. Just barge right in, announce themself in the foyer, and let Steve find them first. They were told to be respectful, so that’s the least thing they can do.

But a knock? Unheard of. Steve pauses the movie he’s watching in the living room, stands from the couch, pops his back, and shuffles over to the front door. He turns the lock, twists the knob, and pulls the door from its jamb. On his porch: sopping wet, shivering, and down right miserable…is Eddie.

It’s late May, which means spring is in full swing. Which also means that there’s been forecasted rain. And, for some odd reason, Eddie hasn’t taken note of that. At least, that’s what Steve can gather.

Eddie’s hunched into himself. Hands gripping to his elbows. Dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and dark blue Levis, the same Reeboks he always wears. His hair, which was shaved back in March for surgery, is flat to his skull, frizzy from the rain. But, what scares Steve the most, is the dark purple bruise cupping a terribly swollen left eye. The eyeball itself is glazed over and bloodshot. His bottom lip is slightly puffy, sluggishly bleeding down his chin. And his nose, well Steve doesn’t think it’s broken, but it definitely is bloody, too. If the oddball patch below his right nostril has anything to say about it.

Steve moves to drag Eddie inside, but drops his hands when Eddie flinches away, nearly stumbling down to the concrete. He lets go of his elbows, which are now decorated with fine small crescents, and shields himself. There’s a couple smaller, red bruises decorating his wrists. As if somebody grabbed him. Steve fumes at the sight.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, “why don’t you come inside?” He steps away from the door, letting it sit open and waiting. On shuffled, hesitant feet, Eddie comes in. His eyes dart around the room before they land back on Steve. Immediately, some of the tension and fear in his big brown eyes falls away. Instead, a layer of relief and gratitude seems to fill him. Enough that his eyes brim with tears. “Oh, Eds,” Steve can only coo.

Sniffling, mumbling, “They hurt me so bad,” Eddie says. He’s shivering. Whether that be from the cold or anxiety that’s surely swimming in Eddie’s stomach, Steve can’t tell. He inhales a wet gasp. Almost choking with it. “I just—I was trying to help this girl—And then they screamed at me and they—They hurt me,” he sobs. One of his hands flies up to his face, roughly wiping away the tears that try to travel down his cheeks. He presses too hard on his bruise and hisses.

“Okay, Eddie,” Steve mutters, “you’re safe here. It’s okay. They can’t get you here.” He doesn’t know who They is. But whoever they are, Steve knows he can rely on old reliable to do a good job. (Old reliable sits at the back of his closet, still crusted with blood, more nails than wood at this point). He hesitantly steps closer, palm out, ushering for Eddie to follow him to the downstairs master bathroom. There’s a part of him that hates treating Eddie like he’s a spooked little animal, defenseless and wrecked on the side of the road, one that’s been hit by a car, one that’s too afraid to realize they’ll live. But, what else is he supposed to do? Getting too close in his space seems to make Eddie freak, which is the last thing Steve wants.

Without any other words, just some wet sobs and aching cries that crumble Steve’s heart, Eddie follows on his heels. Head down to the floor, arms loose at his sides, his fingers flexing as if to press into the soft flesh of his palm. He settles over the closed toilet seat while Steve rummages through the cabinets, coming out successful with a red first aid bag in his hands. It’s heavy between his palms, overstocked and readily loaded for any and all emergencies. This feels like something detrimental, Steve hates how he’s shaking, too.

He grabs necessary first aid. Just a little bit of rubbing alcohol to get the dried blood off of Eddie’s skin, a half used tube of Neosporin, and a wad of toilet paper to hold to the wound. His nose seems to have stopped bleeding many minutes ago, so Steve’s not worried about that needing to be plugged up. But he still stands in front of Eddie—Well, actually, he crouches down onto the tiled flooring. Hard on his knees, but that puts him at eye level with the poor guy. He sets out his supplies on the lip of the bathtub, just to his right. And sets his palms softly on Eddie’s knees. He’s shaking there, too.

“Alright, Eds, tell me where it hurts. I gotta make sure you don’t have anything broken or anything that requires stitches, that’s all,” he coaxes.

Instead of speaking, Eddie displays his wrists. Turning them slowly so that Steve can see every dark splotching of bruises. He points to his eye, which was all too obvious to Steve. At his lip. The bridge of his nose. And then, he splays his left hand over his heart. Bunching the fabric of his t-shirt there. His eyes are mournful, still at the floor, not exactly looking at Steve. More like he’s looking through the floor. There are tears cascading down his face. His skin a blotchy, red and white mess, puffy from injuries and emotion.

Steve sets his own right hand over Eddie’s left. “Your heart hurts?” He asks, thumb swiping over his soft cotton shirt. “What did they do to your chest, Eds?”

Eddie shrugs and shakes his head. “They didn’t—Nothing physical.”

“Oh.” Oh. “Eddie,” Steve breathes. His own eyes are burning.

Eddie’s shoulders shake with the onslaught of new sobs and tears. But he reigns himself in quickly. His eyes finding Steve’s in a dizzyingly fast twitch. “Please help me, Steve,” he quietly pleads. “I’ll tell you, but I—I can’t—“

Steve hushes him. He grabs for the wad of toilet paper and guides it gently to Eddie’s lip. The bleeding has started anew, faster and steadier. With the press, Steve whispers, “I’ve got you. Never have to beg for my help, Eddie. Never, ever.” He holds it there for a few silent minutes. And when he takes it away, the bleeding has soothed. “I’m gonna put some Neosporin on your lip, okay? It might sting.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie lowly whispers. Still though, he winces with the small swipe of cream to his lip. Hissing minutely behind his teeth. Steve runs his other palm down Eddie’s right arm.

Once his lip is taken care of, the other areas follow easy. Wiping carefully at the tacky areas of drying blood on his skin. Underneath his lower lip, dipping a little into his right nostril, the underside of his chin. And when the first aid is done, Steve settles back on the bathroom floor, hands pressed warmly to Eddie’s knees. “Let’s get you a change of warm clothes,” he starts, “and some ice for that bruise. Do you need any ice for the ones on your wrist?” Eddie just shakes his head. “Okay,” Steve mutters, nodding. “The good news is that nothing’s broken. Just some gnarly coloring and swelling that needs remedied. How about you follow me upstairs and we can hang out in my room?”

They don’t speak as they ascend the stairs. Or as Steve hands over a small stack of clothes: green sweatpants, white long sleeve undershirt, thick grey socks. Neither of them speak as Eddie changes in the ensuite bathroom or when he slithers back into the bedroom, still hunched, still small. As they clamber into Steve’s bed, sitting up at the headboard, legs stretched in front of them, hands to themselves.

The silence is almost suffocating. Hates the small sniffles coming from his left. Hates how one of his closest friends has been reduced to the skeleton of a boy, surely somebody that Wayne met many years ago. Hates it all. Hates it.

“Do you want to know what happened?” Eddie finally croaks.

“Only if you want me to know,” Steve easily replies. Because, sure, he loves his gossip. Loves the drama that swirls around Hawkins. But Eddie’s business is his own, and if he’s embarrassed by what happened, Steve won’t force. Fuck, he knows what it’s like to get your ass beat and then want to remain silent in the aftermath.

Eddie nods slow, eyes at his folded hands, searching for the words. His tongue rolls over his top teeth. And he sighs through his nose. His voice is raspy and small when he speaks. Steve instinctually leans closer. They’re both warm, or at least, Eddie’s nearing that. “I was eating lunch in the cafeteria today,” he begins. “I ate alone because I didn’t—It’s not worth dragging attention to the rest of Hellfire. Not anymore. Didn’t even want to do one of my stupid speeches, y’know?” Steve hums.

He continues, “This girl—probably a sophomore, I don’t know—had walked behind my table. But she tripped over something and fell straight to the ground, her lunch was spilled all over the place, down the front of her shirt. She was crying. And I—“ He huffs, closes his eyes, and roams his teeth again. His head falls back, hitting the headboard with a soft Thud. Opening his eyes up at the ceiling, it’s all too obvious that they’re filling with tears again. “All I did was stand up from my seat and offer my hand to her. That’s all I did. But…Fuck,” he softly swears. His hand coming up and swiping at his eyes. “Jason’s stupid buddies saw me. Shoved me down to the ground. Scared off that girl. That poor girl. And they just beat me,” he rushes out, unwavering, though congested. “Beat me in front of all my fucking peers. So I just ran, Steve. Ran away like I always do. Back to my car and then I—I didn’t really know where I was going. Ended up here, I guess.”

Steve rests the side of his head on the board of his bed. Just looking over at Eddie. “I’m sorry, Eds,” he states sincerely. “For what they did.” He wishes there was more he could say. Could do. Eddie definitely won’t allow him to go on a rampage in his honor. But, Steve weighs the consequences in his head.

“It’s not your fault,” Eddie whispers after a moment. Sighing with the sentiment.

“I can still be sorry on your behalf,” Steve shoots right back. “I’m glad you came here, though. I’d probably worry otherwise.” He rests his left hand over Eddie’s right. Squeezes. “Is there anything else that I can do for you right now?”

For a moment, Eddie hesitates. Seemingly mulling over whatever it is he wants. Until, his head drops down and his eyes are set on Steve. Big and wet. They dart between Steve’s, searching. With whatever he found, he softly requests, “Can you hug me?”

Without another thought, Steve scoots as close as he possibly can. Their thighs hot on each other. And he scoops Eddie up between his arms. One over his shoulder blades, the other resting on his lower back. His hands splay over Eddie’s warm body. Head tucked to the side of Eddie’s.

And Eddie, he wraps back enthusiastically. A hand going to Steve’s head, the other to his right side. Fingers simply toying with the ends of Steve’s hair. He goes boneless in the embrace, sighing into it. Shoving his forehead into Steve’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Steve shakes his head. “No need.” And it’s true. Because, gosh, Steve would do anything for Eddie. If it means ridding him of all the hurt he’ll ever experience, taking it on as his own, he’d do it. In a heartbeat. “Does your chest still hurt?”

“No,” Eddie whispers, his own head knocking into Steve’s neck. “Think you fixed me. Think this fixed me.” He squeezes Steve’s torso. And then he goes quiet again. His breaths heavy, relaxed, deep into Steve’s soul. The frizzy bits to his hair tickle against Steve’s jaw with every small shuffle, like he’s trying to burrow deep between them. Steve almost wants to open up his ribcage and let him in. Then, Eddie sighs completely sated. He whispers, “Reminds me of my mom.”

“That a good thing?”

“It’s the best, Stevie,” Eddie swears. “Her hugs were like sunshine. Like just one touch and suddenly my day would just—“ And he makes a soft “Poof” noise near Steve’s ear. It warms his chest, the way Eddie animates things. “—No clouds.”

Steve nuzzles closer. “You can always come to me,” he promises. “I’ll hug you even if you don’t have the words to ask.”

I’d find you in the dark, anywhere, anytime, he almost wants to say. I’d find you by touch alone.

Eddie’s content sigh is enough of a response. It’s enough for Steve to remain pressed to him. It’s enough to make his heart beat molasses slow and comfortable.

It’s enough to make him say, “I’ve got you.” What he truly means: “I love you."

💕—————💕 Okay, I am so sorry for how long it took to get to the hug. But I literally couldn't think of a hugging interaction without a lot of information leading into it. Hope this is good, though!

#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #hurt/comfort #minor violence #minor injury #steddielovemonth #day 20

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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If I had a nickel for every time Hiroshi Kamiya voiced a clean freak, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice (Levi Ackerman and Rollo Flamme)

That is quite literally the only thing I know about Levin through internet osmosis (I don’t follow Attack on Titan) 😭 Does this count as typecasting their VA for specifically clean freak serious-looking anime boys/j

Along with serving as Levi in the AOT anime, Kamiya-san has also starred in a number of cute drama CDs 💿 which makes it really easy to trick myself into thinking Rollo has more voice lines than what we got in just his SSR card… (<- delusional)

Oh yeah! Recently I learned that Rollo’s VA also voices this (fantasy) French judge 💀 who also has white/silver hair… Wet Rollo that managed to finally chill, grow his hair out, and became a Real Ass Judge with Old Man Energy…

Cool, more pseudo-Rollo content for me ❤️ I can go listen to Neuvillette’s voice lines and close my eyes to pretend it’s Rollo judging me—

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #Levi Ackerman #Attack on Titan #AOT #notes from the writing raven #Genshin Impact #Neuvillette #Rollo rot

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the-demonus-aunt · 1 year

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okay, so what about this:

he is craving you so much that he literally starts drooling and drooling (a lot) uncontrollably (before or during sex to idk you're the writer it's up to u)

it can be afab or anything but please do it gn

idk if you are comfortable writing something like this (obviously it's ok if you aren't) but if you are i'm thinking of:

>beel< (specially him 🙏 please) and mammon... -diavolo, levi, belphie, simeon and even lucifer could also work if you feel like it idk

thank u in advance if you do it 🙏 I really like your work

Hello there 🫰🏻

I didn't do Simeon, bc I personally just couldn't see him here and didn't know how, but I do hope you enjoy the rest!

CN nsft. minors dni. saliva.

Beel

He was working his magic on you, his lips stuck to your skin, his tongue pushing right into that one, oh so sensitive spot.

He's been down there for a while, you've been high and low several times, your moans stuck in your throat, as his mouth refused to leave that wet spot between your legs.

Merciless. He wasn't even thinking of stopping anytime soon and you could feel it - in the movement of his tongue, enjoying every second. In the way he obviously had to stop himself from just devouring you from bottom to top, teeth always only one doubt away from sinking into you. In the way your juices mixed his saliva, the slurping sounds making you quiver.

The room was cold, light goosebumps showing on your skin. His mouth was hot, spreading his excitement all over you.

He couldn't stop. He tried, but when you smelled as delicious as today, there was no holding back - only his Gluttony and his drool pooling around his tongue like a promise.

How could he even think of letting your night end, when your little sounds and the salt on your skin made his head dizzy and his spit run down his face and his eyes roll back.

When he sucked on you and you arrived yet again, he dove right back in - his eyes trained on your contorting face and his drool coating your favourite spots.

Belphie

His eyes were trained on your underwear, his nose focussing on the delicious smell of your fear.

You hadn't planned on him walking in and you sure hadn't foreseen the wild grin that spread over his face.

He couldn't help but laugh when he finally touched you and the most shameful moan fell from your lips, unprepared and raw.

He planted his face on your neck, suckling in all the right places and slowly but surely, the more you sigh and grab your sheets and ruffle his hair, you feel something wet drip down your throat.

Warm and heavy, pooling in the hollow of your collarbone, flowing past your breast and down your shoulders. More and more , the heavier the demon breathes.

It was when he started spreading it, over your sensitive neck, on your erect nipples, that you came, suddenly and hard.

Oh how that did not stop him. Oh how he would cover your whole body and soak your skin with his scent.

Dia

You were sprawling in his massive bathtub, wearing his black and golden collar and nothing else. What a sight for his very, very tired eyes - and what a seductive smell emanating from the bubbling pool of...demonus?

You did know him too well, didn't you?

He could feel his mouth start to water at the thought of your taste mixed with the finest drink in the whole palace.

As he took step after step toward you, his pants tightening, his mouth filling up with overwhelming greed, you spread your legs and let one hand run slowly up your thigh.

He was naked and all over you before you could take another breath, his hand on your crotch, his mouth on yours.

You could feel his saliva running down both of your chins as he devoured you. Oh how he could not stop drooling over you, your smell, the way you feel on his tongue.

Sparkly bubbles bursting in between his lips and your skin. The taste of sweat and bitter fruit making his nerves explode.

A trail of his drool on your every body part, marking you his.

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happybird16 · 1 year

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No warnings, just soft fluffy and a bit silly

Blinking awake, the sight of him is the first thing to greet you. Through sleep laden eyes, you drink in the inky blackness of his hair spilling across the white expanse of the pillow. His eyes are pinched tight, the little wrinkle appearing between his brows even now. You watch fondly as his eyelids twitch, his mouth drooping open to release soft puffs of air.

He's quiet even in his sleep, you think, wiggling your thigh where it's pressed between his. At your back, his fingers curl, unconsciously pulling you forward with the slightest grasp. Beneath the covers, his leg shifts up, knee bending to curl the limb further over your own. It makes your heart stutter, a breath catching high in your throat.

This is the first time he's slept over. When you'd invited him, you'd more or less figured you wouldn't actually get to see him sleep. You're well aware of his insomnia, not to mention his tendency to sleep sitting upright in his office chair. Which can't be good for his back. You were afraid that the mattress might be too soft for him, especially after years and years of hard wooden lines digging into his back.

He hasn't slept on his back since he was a child, much less on a bed. You understand, though. They must have been hard to come by growing up, not to mention the vulnerability associated with actually sleeping. It's easy to end up dead if you're caught unaware.

When you'd asked him if he wanted to sleep over, it'd been hesitant. Expecting rejection. However, Levi had just nodded his head, acquiescing like it wasn't even an issue. He'd joined you on the mattress easily. Almost as if he'd been thinking about asking himself.

You're drawn out of your thoughts by a slight hum. Levi is murmuring nonsensically, lips curling around random vowels. His head shifts, his nose nuzzling into the pillow. I guess he's not completely quiet.

Curling an arm around his back, you slide your fingers up along the notches of his spine, stopping at the wide expanse of his shoulder blade. It warms your heart that he's allowed himself this. That he trusts you enough to be completely vulnerable in your presence. It means the world to you, seeing him relaxed and heavy with deep sleep.

I wonder how long he's been asleep? Just glancing out the window, you can see that it's definitely already morning. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the glass, casting the room in an early morning light. You hope he didn't toss and turn for too long. You know he usually only gets a handful of hours a night, sometimes even skipping days. This feels different though. A deep rest.

Surprised he's a side sleeper. You sort of imagined he'd sleep flat on his back, with his arms crossed like an upset parent. Shifting your hand up, your fingers cautiously cup the soft skin of his cheek. This morning is full of surprises it seems. You'd thought he'd be up before you, possibly already gone for his morning run. You'd also thought he'd be a light sleeper, jolting awake at the slightest movement or sound.

He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering. His mouth shifts, that quiet sleepy tone of his muttering out another string of nonsense. You think you hear the word 'tea' somewhere in there. It makes you smile. Cute.

Your fingers gently skim across his features, lightly trailing up along the curve of his cheek bone and under his eye. Such pretty eyelashes. He hums, leaning into your touch, mouth dropping open further. You can feel the soft puffs of his breath dusting your face, warm and even. You think you can even spot a small bit of drool, wet and shiny beside the plumpness of his bottom lip. Adorable.

Trailing your fingers up, you cup the side of his head, reveling in the softness of his hair. Threading your fingers through the stands, it always amazes you just how thick and silky his hair is.

At the touch, his features shift, eyes pinching tight as he snorts softly. Finally, his eyes flutter open, heavy lidded and swollen from sleep. Smacking his lips, his head presses even harder into your touch. The fingers at your back tighten, the arm wrapped behind you tugging you in closer. Your name falls from his lips, his voice rough and deep from sleep, "Morning."

"Morning sleepyhead," you smile, skimming your thumb along the plump curve of his cheek.

He yawns, long and heavy, back arching in a light stretch. "Watchin' me?" The words are half formed as he nuzzles his nose back into the pillow.

"Only for a bit." His legs shift against yours, the arm at your back pulling you in. Now his chest is pressed to yours, you can feel every rise and fall. "You're really cute when you sleep."

"Mhmm," Levi protests, shifting forward to press his forehead into your collarbone. "Creepy."

"Like you wouldn't have done the same." Levi's never been so cuddly and clingy with you before. It's like he doesn't want to get up and face the day. Doesn't want to leave the comforting warmth of your embrace. You hum, threading your fingers back into his hair to pet it softly. You can feel his eyelids flutter in response, the long lashes dusting softly against your collarbone.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" This close, you think you can feel the soft lull of his heart beat resonating from his chest and into yours. You press your nose into the hair at the top of his head. It smells of pure soap, fresh from the shower you'd taken together shortly before bed. In fact, his hair is still somewhat cool to the touch. Not quite wet, but somewhat damp.

"What?" Levi barks, pulling his face up to meet your gaze. His eyes are suddenly alert, shining more blue than silver in the soft morning light. He pouts, "No I don't."

"Yeah," you nearly laugh at how awake he suddenly seems. The startled, unhappy down turn to his lips is so unbelievably cute. "You were muttering something about tea."

"You're lying," he insists, squinting warily. "I didn't say shit."

Smirking, you tease, "Got something you wanna keep secret?" Pinching his chin between two of your fingers, you rub your thumb along the curve of his bottom lip. "I think you drooled a little too."

His eyes crinkle, the blue shining with equal parts mirth and worry. "I get nightmares...," he starts, tongue peaking out to wet his lips. His knee nudges softly into yours, the fingers at your shoulder drum softly. "The things i've seen.. you don't need to hear any of that."

"I get nightmares too," you murmur softly, worming a free hand between your chests to press it over his heart. The beat is steady, his skin warm even in the soothing cocoon of your bedsheets. "Don't worry too much about that. You slept well last night, right?"

He mimics your gesture, pressing a palm to the middle of your chest to feel the steady beat of your heart. "Yeah.."

"It seemed deep," you note, eyes drifting from his to access his face. His cheeks seem a tad less gaunt, more plump and youthful. The tired bags beneath his eyes are still there, but they're definitely lighter, less of a dark purple. "I'm glad."

He hums softly, glancing towards the window. "It's late, we should get up."

"I wish we could just stay here all day." Given that he's still wrapped around you, he probably feels the same. He's cuddling you like a small kitten desperate for warmth.

He frowns, humming softly. The silver of his eyes shines softly. The fingers over your heart circle softly into your skin. He sounds mournful, "If only."

"It's the weekend. We could.." Morning drills are only held on weekdays. Weekends are considered 'personal time' though most scouts don't bother leaving base. Smirking, your knee surges up, pressing high between his thighs. "We technically don't have to leave bed all day."

In response to your coy gesture, Levi's eyes darken to a deep steely blue, like the sky before a devastating storm. Suddenly, he surges upward, rising to hover over you. Pressing his weight into you, fingers skim enticingly along your hip and up across your belly. "And what would we do, then? Hmm?"

You laugh.

You can't help it. Sheer mirth bubbles up in your chest, escaping helplessly in loud peeling laughter. "Hah ha ha!" You throw your head back into the pillow, "Oh my fucking god!"

"The fuck?" Levi startles, jerking back to glare at you. "The fuck are you laughing about?"

"Y-you," you fight to speak through laughter. Tears build in the corners of your vision. It's a fight to blink them away, trails leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Y-your hair!!"

Levi shakes his head in confusion, "What?"

His hair is an absolute mess. It's wavy, something you've never seen before. Normally it's pin straight. Large chunks of it are betraying his part, rising up in a gravity defying mess. One large mass along the back of his head bounces as he moves. The sight nearly sends you into hysterics.

God. It hurts. You can't remember the last time you laughed this hard. Your belly aches but you can't stop the loud chortles.

"Shut the fuck up!" Levi curses. You can't see him anymore, tears welling to blur your vision. You feel him rise, the mattress shifting as he leaves your embrace. You don't even miss the loss, wrapping your arms around your belly to fight the painful laughter.

"You- haha -your hair! It bounced!" You laugh and laugh and laugh. Your neighbors can probably hear it, given how loudly it's bouncing against the walls of your small room. "It's so messy!"

Peeling your eyes open, you spot Levi frowning into the small mirror on your dresser. He's desperately trying to fix his part and pat down the gravity defying pieces of his hair. "The fuck did you do?”

The sight only revives your laughter, sharp peels filling the air again. God it's hard to breathe, your belly hurts in such a good welcome pain. "It-," you struggle out in a joyous wheeze. Given how he usually sleeps, his hair is probably never messed up. "It's from sleeping on a mattress with wet hair!"

"Keep laughing. See if I ever stay over again." Lips curving downward in a deep pout, Levi continues to pat uselessly at his hair. You can even spot his nose wrinkling adorable in frustration. Running his fingers through the strands, some of it settles down into a somewhat correct position -still very wavy- but one large spot along the back springs right back up.

Wheezing, you struggle to regain your composure, if only a little bit. Sitting up, you note that the wayward tuft looks like a single, fluffy cat ear, the fur stark black to match the inkiness of his hair. He shakes his head again, and it wobbles, causing your chest to seize with another round of riotous laughter -this time strained in a poor attempt to be quiet.

You can't help the slight giggle in your voice when you speak, "Sit here," you pat the mattress by your side, "and bring my comb in the dresser there. I'll fix it."

#levi x reader #levi/reader #soft and fluffy #myaotdrabbles #tay's.drabbles #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot levi #written in one sitting lol #levi fluff #levi #a bit silly #levi ackerman x reader

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leviismybby · 1 year

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What does levi use his cravat for in bed I wonder......🤭

Oh........OH! Y'all anons are some creative people.....

Warnings: Nsfw 18+, minors dni, bondage, dom!Levi but soft Levi as well

Taglist: @the-milk-anon @youre-ackermine @yakaaamoz @levisbrat25 @levisgreyeyes @notgoodforlife @ackermendick @laraackerman

Everybody knows that Levi loves wearing his white cravat everywhere, it's no secret that he likes it but what is a secret is that he loves using it in the bedroom much more....

When you give him attitude you better get ready for punishment when the two of you are alone. He would use his cravat to tie your hands behind your back, teasing you mercilessly before entering you without warning. "What's wrong? You wanna cum?" you can only moan into the pillow as his ruthless thrust abuse your g-spot. "Too bad you've been a bad girl." He slaps your ass going even harder than before.

Levi also enjoys it when you are on your knees in front of him, hands still tied with his cravat. "Go on, make me cum in that pretty mouth." You do as he says, taking his length into your mouth, your tongue swirls around his tip before taking him all the way. Levis head is thrown back, abs flexing as his hands find themselves in your hair, pushing you even further on his cock, making you choke. It isn't long before his warm cum is spilling down your throat.

Or when he uses it to blindfold you, his rough hands and soft lips worshiping your body, Levi knows when you are stressed and he also knows how to relieve that stress. His mouth founds your nipple, gently sucking on the buds as his fingers enter you. Lips soon move to your pussy, admiring how wet you are for him, all because of him. He is so gentle with his tongue, eyes looking up at you as you bite your lip enjoying the pleasure he is bringing you. "It's what you deserve sweetheart, such a good girl."

What about when he is in the mood for a quickie, the white fabric is now in your mouth, using it as a gag. Your legs are wrapped around him as he fucks you against the wall in the supply closet. Outside you can hear everyone moving on with their day without being aware that their Captian is having his way with you not far away from them. His rough bites move to your neck and he whispers "Be thankful for that gag baby, otherwise, everybody would've known what a slut you are for my cock."

How about when you are almost halfway through? Both of your bodies are sweaty but Levi feels like his cock isn't nearly deep inside of you as it should be, so he takes his cravat from the nightstand, takes your legs, and ties them together as he throws them over his shoulder, he is satisfied when you moan his name with such filth that he can't get enough of it. "Yeah, you like this position, don't you? Keep moaning my name, tell me just how deep I am inside of you."

Riding him was something you enjoyed the most, especially when he couldn't control the pace as his hands were tied to the headboard of his bed. "Fuck princess, you gotta move faster." You don't, you hold your hips still, cockwarming him. His pretty face was completely submerged in pleasure, whines of frustration leaving his lips. "Princess...please...move.." You decide to give him what he wants, bouncing yourself on his cock.

But Levis favorite use for the cravat was when you were the one tied to that headboard, legs spread for him, pussy glistening with juices, fuck he can look at you all day long. "Do you even know how pretty you are, hmm? The prettiest girl in the whole world..." He leans down kissing you on the lips before they move down your body, leaving bites in his way. His cock pushes past your tight walls, it's like you were made for him and Levi selfishly thinks that you were. He can't even bare imagining anyone else enjoying you as he does, the way you squeeze his cock, your face as beautiful as ever. He rolls his hips so passionately as his lips kiss yours,he loves you so so much, too much....

Yes, Levis cravat has many uses.....

#levi #levi ackerman #aot levi #captain levi #attack on titan #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #levi x you #levi smut #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut

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s-brant · 1 year

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okay for my steve girlies i’m just having some thoughts abt him as a boyfriend rn that i cannot get out of my head so you’ll have to put up with this.

as a partner i feel like he’d be the most touchy person on the face of the earth. constantly having his hands on you in a casual way whether it be holding hands, pulling you onto his lap to sit there even when there’s a spot open right next to him, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair/clothes/jewelry, and so on. he’s probably very touch-starved so i feel like he would be on you 24/7 and very shameless in terms of PDA because he’s just dying to have someone to love. robin and dustin would fake gag in the background but he could care less. also he gives me the vibes of someone who is just constantly warm. like the human incarnation of a furnace, so cozy and inviting in terms of cuddling.

boyfriend steve in season two was very cute to me (i.e: him coming to apologize with flowers even though he literally didn’t even know what he was sorry for because she was the one who hurt him, trying to cut her off when she was drinking too much/take care of her) so i can only imagine he’d be an even sweeter boyfriend in the later seasons with his character growth. i picture him being chivalrous for some reason, like always opening the car door for you, wordlessly taking off his jacket to put it over your shoulders when it’s cold and you stubbornly didn’t wear one, and not wanting you to pay for dinner even though his salary at family video is probably not that great. long story short he is a simp and very romantic. i feel like that’s just canon at this point but i digress.

anyway for the sexy stuff you’re gonna have to go under the cut

okay here we GO

i personally feel, despite my love for the kinkier fics, that steve is pretty vanilla in bed. at least, until he’s exposed to something new by a partner? like i feel that he would be open to trying certain things with you because duh you’re you and he loves you and why wouldn’t he wanna try slightly freaky shit with you, but it’s not something he just thinks up himself if that makes sense? but that doesn’t mean he can’t rock your world, let’s be 100% clear on that. this man eats pussy like it’s a five course meal and i will die on that hill. he’d get so into it, his eyes would close and he’d make soft little noises into you every time you pull on his hair UGH. you sitting on his face is probably his favorite thing you two have ever done because, honestly, suffocation between your thighs is a great way to go as far as he’s concerned.

also, it’s canon at this point that he’s hung right? did that originate from joe keery’s bulge in those tight ass vintage levi’s? probably, but it’s a steve thing now and i wholeheartedly agree with the fandom’s unanimous decision that he has unparalleled big dick energy. that being said, i also feel like he knows how to use it. a lot of well endowed guys aren’t that great because they’re like “oh i have big dick so sex with me is good already and i don’t need to do anything” but steve is a ladies man. he knows what he’s doing, and he doesn’t even need the buffer of kinks and shit to fuck you stupid. and he would be soooo cocky about it. i feel like he would be into degradation and dumbification a bit. he loves the fact that you are basically rendered useless when he’s fucking you open with his thick cock, caging you in with his arms by your head and cooing at you while the room is filled with the wet sound of him pounding into you. the filthiest he gets is whispering stuff like, “look at you. hardly even fucked you yet and you’re already a dumb little slut for me, huh?” like he can get nasty but i feel like it wouldn’t go far beyond dirty talk like that.

then there comes the hopeless romantic in him that cannot resist the opportunity to make love to you. i fully believe he is one of the people who seeks out that type of intimacy more often than the type in the paragraph above simply because he is so needy to be loved. his parents literally have never been in the show and never seem to care, he hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since nancy, and he doesn’t exactly get affection from other people in his life, so he would be absolutely insatiable with you.

his favorite kind of lovemaking is that slow, barely conscious morning sex when the two of you wake up right as the sun’s rising and he is faced with the realization of how much he loves you in those quiet moments. he’d be so sleepy, most of his weight would be let go if he’s on top of you, but you don’t even care because you’re caught on that hazy line between being asleep and awake as well, and the pleasure of him fucking you is heightened by it. it’d be full of sloppy kisses and heavy-lidded eye contact, both of your noses brushing with every deep thrust he makes into you. sometimes you’re on top though, and for those times he’ll just wrap his arms around your back to pull you down so you’re chest to chest while you do the work, albeit very lazily, and enjoy the sight of you. his favorite position for this lazy morning sex is when he’s spooning you tho. it happens the most often anyway, when he wakes up hard and naturally starts grinding into you from behind, which then escalates as normal. he’d keep a hand on your face to keep it turned for him to kiss your mouth and cheek though. just because he’s behind you doesn’t mean he won’t long to see your face and kiss you during.

i also feel like there would be a natural dominance to him that’s unrelated to any actual bdsm or dom/sub thing but rather his default disposition with you. he could definitely get down with being in a more submissive position sometimes and allow you to take care of/worship him—which would probably leave him with teary eyes by the end because of how overwhelming it is—but he gives me a lot of casually dominant energy. he loves sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and fucking you with a hand over your mouth right across the hall from where your parents are sleeping, whispering to you that you have to be quiet and good. he also loves manhandling you, it turns him on unlike anything else to just toss you down on his bed and rip your clothes off because he can hardly wait to be inside of you. it’s also little sfw things like knowing what you like from your favorite take out place so he just orders for you or stopping to tie your shoe when it comes undone because he just loves taking care of his girl in the most innocent ways as well as a sexually.

he has a breeding kink by the way. it’s not something he acknowledges as a kink officially or even fully realizes, but considering that the man wants six children in canon, i feel like the idea of getting you pregnant, or even just coming inside of you whether or not you’re on a contraceptive, definitely gets him going. and if you are pregnant eventually once/if you two decide it’s what you want, forget about it. my god, he would be on you all the time. he’d love having you ride him with your breasts bouncing and a bit fuller from the hormones, your belly protruding with a bump as an undeniable piece of evidence that you’re his. it just checks all the boxes for him. i also believe that his chivalrous behavior would increase tenfold when you’re pregnant. in the later months, you physically cannot tie your shoes so he is right there to help you. he’s always extending his hand to hold while you walk, walking with his body closest to the street and yours closer to where it’s safer, and in general being even more of a simp than usual. if you thought he was a gentleman before, when he knows his baby is inside of you, he’s literally trying to do anything and everything he can for you.

now don’t even get me started on him as a dad. this has gone on long enough.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #fem reader

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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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Can I please request a scenario where Yandere Levi uses his power and influence to threaten and force civillian reader into marrying him. Like maybe he threatens that if she doesn't agree then he will harm her family or something? She has no choice but to agree. Can I also get a NSFW (non-con) of their wedding night please.

That Fateful Night

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnugs-blog

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con, forced marriage, threats of harm, slapping, hair pulling, nudity, cock warming, edging, virginity loss, blood

Bruh, sorry if this is so fucking long.

Master List here.

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If you hadn’t have gone out that day…if you had just stayed inside! It was raining, and you couldn’t find your stubborn mutt. You couldn’t just leave him out there in the cold, damp winter.

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(Flashback)

You take to the streets with a shawl wrapped around your shoulders and hair, kept tightly to your chest with one hand, covering the cleavage your breasts. With your other, you raise the lantern, your shoes pattering against the wet streets of the village.

You begin shaking, not having the slightest idea where he might be.

“Shrügar! Shrügar!” You call out for your damned beast. That little pig of a hound is going to get it when you find him!

As the minutes tick by, horribly slowly, you feel the anger dissipate from your chest, and all you can feel is the burning in your nose as tears well up in your eyes.

What if he’s dead? What if he’s hurt? What if someone has found him and has tucked him away in their home for their own keeping?

“SHRÜGAR!!!” You fall to your knees, chest heaving with despair.

That mutt…that damned mutt that wormed his way into your heart. He was the last birthday gift you ever received from your mother before she died during a Titan attack.

“Well, I guess I can safely assume that all of your wailing is over this dog?”

Opening your eyes, you look up from the ground.

A not at all tall man, but still extremely handsome with his structured bones and hawk-like gray eyes, stands in front of you holding your forty pound dog in his arms.

Of course his tongue is hanging out happily. Damned mutt.

You stand up, the tears rushing now with joy and relief. You take Shrügar from his arms, cuddling him closely.

“Sir…thank you! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this little fellow means to me. Can I offer something in return for bringing him back to me?”

“Well, it’s rather cold, isn’t it? Do you have any tea?”

So, like a good hearted young lady, you bring him back to your house for tea. You remove your shawl, setting it aside to hang on a hook. You busy yourself in the kitchen, offering the man a seat at the table. You notice how he takes the head of it.

“My father is upstairs sleeping. He’s practically deaf though. He could never hear anything over his own snores to begin with,” you laugh intrinsically.

He likes the way your wet dress sticks to your body as you move about with the tea kettle. He can’t help but notice the droplets of rain water clinging to your collarbones, rolling down your chest, catching at the tops of your breasts. The way they build into little beads until they are forced to move with the curve of your ample bosom, catching in your cleavage, soaked up by the shirt beneath your corset.

Your dog waits idly by the man’s feet with his tongue hanging out.

You offer him the tea cup once it’s done and take a seat of your own next to him.

Something stirs with worry from your oh-so good heart. “How far away do you live?”

The man drinks his tea in a rather odd way before answering you. He holds the cup by the rim, and you think it’s unique…endearing almost. He tells you, as briefly as possible, that he’s a military man, so he lives on base.

“If it’s too late, we have a spare bedroom you could take for the night. I will admit, it’s not exactly the best kept room. We rarely use it, and we weren’t expecting any guests tonight.”

He wants to look you in the eyes coldly and tell you that he has no interest in sleeping in some germ ridden wasteland of dust.

But he sees the genuine concern on your face, and it stirs his cock, makes it twitch, makes him a little excited.

“Please, it’s the least I can do for you.”

And then, you grab his cold hand with your warm one. How you managed to warm up faster than him? He’ll never know.

But he likes your hand on him in a pleading manner. Likes watching your brows knit as you try to convince him that it’s much too wet and cold to be walking so far.

“You don’t even know my name, yet you’re inviting me to stay the night?” Is all he asks, all he responds with, all he can think to say.

“I…I guess I didn’t think to ask. What is your name?”

“Levi Ackerman, Captain of the Survey Corps.”

Your lips turn up at the corners in a smile, and he wishes you would pout again.

What would it be like to see you cry? Are you pretty when you cry? Does your chest bounce with each heaving sob? Do you look defeated?

His cock twitches again.

“Well, Captain, I’m Y/N L/N, owner of the bookshop down the street.”

Oh, how he delights in this more than he cares for.

“I’ll have to visit sometime. I’ve never really had the time to explore this village.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you around.” You squeeze his hand before letting go.

He has the impulse to grab yours, to press a kiss against the back of your hand, to feel how his lips would mold to the flesh of your knuckles. He refuses to act on such a whim, far too graceful to let himself sink this quickly into your deep waters.

And true to his word, he stays the night. And even more so, when he does return to your little village a month later, he finds you shuffling around the store holding a pile of books with Shrügar on a blanket in the corner.

You’re already up and up the ladder by the time Levi reaches you.

Fuck, he can see up your dress.

You little vixen.

With all of the books in one arm, you shelf them correctly. You don’t even notice him.

“Having fun?”

He scares the hell out of you, and you wobble, and you fall off the ladder.

Levi’s eyes widen, catching you with both arms. He looks at you intensely.

“You little brat! You could’ve hurt yourself if I hadn’t been here!”

“…but you were, and I’m so grateful!” You wrap your hands around his neck, not letting his scolding bother you at all.

Levi huffs and lets you down. He helps you collect the books strewn across the floor from your not-so-elegant fall.

“It seems I owe you again for saving my life.”

“You might not be safe from a thrashing though,” he grumbles.

“Hmmm?” You hear something mumbled, but you can’t quite make it out.

“I suppose a book will do,” his voice is clear now.

You give him one of the classical genre for free after he specifically asks for you to surprise him.

“I just thought you might enjoy it is all. It’s one of my favorites.”

He hums and nods, petting Shrügar on the head.

He whines when Levi withdraws his hand.

“How is your father?”

The mentioning of your father brings a smile to your face. “Father is quite well! He’s up and walking. He’s having one of his good days. I’m really happy when he has his good days. He’s even remembering Mother a bit. That makes me sad because he’s wondering where she is, but…you know…at least he’s remembering the love of his life.”

And then, so as not to be rude because you never, ever want to be rude, you ask how his parents are fairing. Things become silent…awkwardly.

“My parents are dead.”

You cover your mouth with both hands, dropping the book.

Levi only looks down at the leather bound book with a stern gaze.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t know. Oh, Levi…”

You’re too good hearted for your own good.

Levi wills the tears to come to your eyes, but just as he sees them glisten slightly, you push them back, and his cock sits in his trousers sadly.

“How would you? You didn’t know them. We’re not even from the same place.”

You crouch down to pick up the fallen book, and Levi gets a quick peek at your cleavage. He takes the book from you and simply smirks at your frown.

“Well, it’s still sad. I don’t know what I’d do without my father. I already lost my mother during a Titan attack. I miss her so much. Do you miss your mother?”

Not only so good natured, but also too damn curious. Levi can’t help but chuckle, and you’re oblivious to his intent behind the laughter.

He reaches out past your ear, grabbing the back of your head. He pulls your foreheads close together in an intimate manner, but it’s as far as he goes.

“I think you’re too much of a good girl for your own good.”

It’s so…out of nowhere. You don’t understand what he’s talking about.

Swallowing a thick buildup of saliva down your throat, you gulp over the knot.

“Thank you?” Is it a compliment? An insult? He called you a “good girl”, but what does he mean by any of this?

When he lets go of you, he turns around immediately to leave. “I’ll be seeing you around, brat. Don’t go falling off of shitty ladders anytime soon.”

It’s so odd to you. All of it. Everything. The walk home with Shrügar is odd. Cooking dinner for you and your father is odd.

It’s as if there are eyes on you, but you don’t know for certain. You aren’t sure where the eyes are.

Maybe, it’s Mother watching over you. That thought is more settling, and you relax your shoulders.

Once a week, Levi comes to see you at your bookshop in the tiny village far away just down the street from his favorite tea shop. You’re doing the finances when he walks in, and you see Shrügar patter over to Levi for a scratch behind the ears.

You look at them with a smile. Rounding the register, you walk over to Levi. You’re not sure whether to hug him or give him a small peck on the cheek. He’s so familiar, yet so distant. You can never get a good reading on your relationship, even as the months pass.

“Hello, Captain,” you draw out the last word, loving to tease him over something as much as an honorary title.

“Hello, brat,” he returns.

“I’m not a brat,” you pout at him.

“That’s funny because you’re always a little brat around me.”

He loves to tease you right back.

“I have another free book for you.”

“Did you pick it out?” he inquires.

“As always since you’re too lazy to do it yourself.”

He shakes his head, holding back a retort, allowing you to place the leather bound book in his hand. Another classic, a different author.

Another treasure.

“I liked the last one. The politics was a nice mirror of society.” He always tries to talk about the books he gives to you, but he can never find the right things to say about it without sounding like he’s writing an essay.

You two go on for a while, it’s mostly you doing the talking. He likes listening though. He’s good at listening. Good at chiming in for short comments here and there.

And then, he’s so bold towards you again like the time he grabbed you by the back of your neck.

This time, he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him. He says nothing. His eyes closed. He simply breathes you in. Breathes in the scent of your hair and skin. Breathes in the lingering fruit on your lips.

You smell so goddamn delicious. Everything about you is just so fucking delectable.

He can’t help the chaste kiss against your collarbone. The slick lining of his tongue against your flesh as he drags it upward, nipping at a soft spot on your neck.

However, you worry. You’re in public, in an open bookshop that you own! Pushing him away, you step back.

“Levi…I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression…”

Oh fuck, you’re horrible with conflict. You shrivel up on the inside, hesitating with what you want to say and how to say it so as not to upset the man who has done so much for you.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Levi. I thought we were just very good friends.”

“Friends?” The word in his mouth is sour like spoiled milk.

He grabs your wrist again, harder this time, enough to bruise. You whine under his hold, trying to pry his fingers off of you.

“If you were my friend, then why would you give me so many free books? Why would you wear such low cut dresses every time I see you? Why would you offer for me to spend the night every time I come to this shitty little place?”

He shatters your heart like a mirror thrown on the floor.

“I…I never…”

“You never what? Thought you could get away with dressing like a whore? Thought I wouldn’t be attracted to a pretty little thing like you all wet in the streets with your tits out?”

Your tears fall, and they keep falling, and they don’t stop no matter how much Levi keeps going, his words digging the shard of broken glass straight into your broken heart.

Your tears are what drives his tongue to whip you with such cruelty. You don’t even know it. If you could pull yourself together and stop crying, then he would stand up straight and unhand you, but you’re too much of a good girl, such a good hearted person on the sensitive side of femininity.

You can’t force the tears to stop in his verbal berating. You don’t even know if they will ever stop on their own.

And Shrügar, the poor fucking idiot is happily napping in the corner while you’re sobbing your miserable heart out.

You crumple to your knees, Levi’s grasp still like a vice around your squeezed flesh. Never have you felt this humiliated in your life, this horrible on the inside.

He’s admonishing you for leading him on, but you didn’t even know.

“So now, you’re going to fix this.” And he goes silent.

You look up at him, shivering and hitching with a wail that wants so desperately to flee from your salty lips.

“H-how?”

He leers at you, and you shrink back uncomfortably.

“I know you’re a virgin. Too fucking sweet to let anyone else be that close to you. You’re going to make it up by giving it to me.”

“I…I can’t! Levi, please, you’re my friend!”

A slap rings out across the shop, but your dog sleeps like a rock. You press your hand against your cheek, frozen with fear, wincing in pain as he switches his grip from your wrist to your locks of hair. He fists them angrily, cruelly, sadistically.

“We are not friends, you dumb little shit. If I have to marry you to make you do this, I fucking will, but I’ll have you in my bed either way.”

You shake your head at the prospect. It scares you more than anything.

His clutch on your tresses loosens only slightly, trying to force you to focus on what he has to say next.

“Your father, he’s so old. So brittle. Bad things can happen to old people pretty quickly. No, we want him to go peacefully from natural causes, don’t we?”

His question isn’t really a question to you. It’s one of those trick questions your mother always used to ask you when she was upset with you over something.

Still, you shake your head. You don’t want anything bad happening to your father!

“It’s pretty easy for dogs to wind up badly injured these days, or even worse…” he lets his sentence trail off.

You cry helplessly, mewling with moans and sobs again.

Levi swipes away a tear with the pad of his thumb and licks it off of his finger. And just like he knew it would be, the salty droplet is so fucking palatable.

“Please, I don’t…I can’t! I don’t want anything bad happening to my father or Shrügar! Please, Levi, please?”

He likes how your breasts heave up and down with each sharp breath, each heavy sob. He loves how your lips are wet and pouty, your cheeks red and coated with tears. Your glistening orbs surrounded by damp and clumpy lashes.

He knew seeing you cry, really cry, deep and gritty sobs, shaking with heartbreak. He knew this was the sight he had been imagining all those months ago.

And fuck it makes him harder than a rock.

He laughs at you, a dark chuckle from where he’s on one knee in front of you. He cups your red cheeks with both hands, bringing your foreheads close together.

“Then, you’ll marry me?”

And utterly defeated, you accept his proposal.

(End flashback)

———

These are the thoughts you sit with as Levi undoes the corset of your wedding dress. It’s simple, nothing fancy. He likes simple things on you.

You step out of the dress, crossing your arms over your bare breasts.

He can’t believe he’s seeing them in person now. The beauty of you is so ethereal, made for him and his eyes alone.

He dips a finger into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles. Like a true gentleman, he gives you his hand to hold onto, helping you step out of them.

Naked before him, at your most vulnerable, you watch him undress as well. You’re surprised by how hard he is when he removes his trousers. It’s nothing you didn’t expect having immersed yourself in romance novels on lonely nights. However, you just weren’t expecting him to be so big.

“Will it hurt?” That curiosity comes creeping up your throat.

And that sadistic glint in his eyes is back. “I hope so.”

He pushes you down on your back on the bed and climbs over you.

Panic. Panic, panic, panic. It’s all you feel, all that floods your veins, your arteries, your cells, your organs. It mixes with your blood, concocting a terrible potion of anxiety.

You thrash beneath him, slapping at his shoulders, attempting to drive your knee in between his legs to push him off of you.

He forces you onto your right side, straddling your right thigh. Pressing himself against you, he grips your thigh with one hand, keeping the pit of your left knee close against his left hip.

You try to strike him, anything to get him off of you. Cheap shots are all you take at him, and God, he lets go of your thigh so that he can pin your wrists down by your sides.

You cry out, feeling the tip of him at your slit’s entrance. You shake your head wildly. No, no, no. This can’t be — This can’t be happening! You don’t want this!

He was supposed to be your friend! He helped you, saved your dog, saved your life! You gave him books, you gave him so much of yourself!

He impales you with his large cock with one sharp thrust of his hips. The pain is unimaginable. Never before would you have thought something which sounds so magical in books could cause such gut wrenching convulsions in real life.

Again, your tears make another appearance, but it only spurs him on. Faster, faster, deeper, faster, then slow, slow and hard until his hips pick up the pace again.

It feels like your walls are too tight around his length, like they’re trying to kick him out. You want him out! Out now!

You cry to Levi for relief, for a break, for him to just stop all together.

But oh he likes this too much to stop. In fact, he cock warms on the edge of his orgasm, forcing himself to stop, to have a semblance of restraint, just to pick up the pace again once his orgasm slips away from him.

It’s so…so horrible. Devastating? Definitely bad.

You don’t like this one bit.

“Levi, I want to stop! Can you please, stop? Please?!” You throw your head back against the pillow, your neck feeling strained, your forehead throbbing with a migraine.

“I’m not going to stop until you’re a little puddle of come, got that, brat?”

Whether he means his come or your come, you can’t tell. You don’t feel any joy from this, there’s only the sharp burn, the tightness of your insides.

Each time Levi drives into you, a raspy scream falls past your slick lips. He dips his head down low, biting at your chest, your neck. His blunt teeth drawing blood, digging beneath your flesh so deeply.

You whimper in disgust and pain like a wounded animal.

Finally, after multiple withholds of his own orgasm, he finally comes inside of you, and you’re just thankful that it’s over. He lets you go, drawing his blood covered cock out of you slowly, a show of power.

You look at it and then look at the bed beneath you once he stands up.

There’s a puddle of blood from your virginity being stripped away from you. Left without a choice.

You press your hand against the blood, feeling it. A reminder of your past before Levi, all of the romantic adventures you fantasized about in your head, all of the men you could have met but never will get the chance to now.

Somehow, this breaks you down even more.

“Quit acting like such a snot nosed brat, Y/N. Those tears better be dry by the time I get back from bathing. I have to wash all of your blood off my cock.”

You refuse to look at him, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

Yes, you wish you had never gone out that cold, wet winter’s night.

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silver underground. / chapter nine.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Day 162 - also known as the first day of the expedition

Warnings: titans, blood and violence mention, arguments, semi-gaslighting, …things get heated in a wink wink nudge nudge way

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CHAPTER NINE.

“Head’s up! Titan spotted on the northeast.”

It’s the first time the Captain of the Special Operations Squad has spoken to the group this morning, inching towards the early afternoon.

The team formation is simple: you’re dead center in a protective diamond while Levi’s black stallion charges in the lead. This was a non-negotiable decision, unanimously agreed upon by your Scout colleagues.

Your safety, as they claim, is their top priority.

(The mission, as you'd argue, should be their top priority instead.)

And after yesterday's argument, you still feel sour. Devastated. Low, like their efforts don't really mean much.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed.

Why would he say that? Did Levi do something wrong when you were still yourself?

Through supper and well into the evening hours, you're stuck on that very question. Every word, every syllable, is loaded.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed. Don’t repeat past mistakes.

Just thinking about it breaks your skin into a cold sweat.

(Was it not Levi who fucked up, but you?)

You can’t ask.

Levi managed to avoid group breakfast in the crawling dawn, out of sight and out of mind until the agreed upon expedition hour — 06:00 hours — came to a head.

"How big is it?" Eld asks, squinting against the sun.

"Three meters at most," Levi states.

“I got this,” Eld promises, breaking formation at Levi’s right hand as his horse gallops to the right side of the diamond.

The decorated steed veers into the east, before a burst of life ignites the wires of Eld's ODM gear.

He latches onto the nearby tree trunks, zipping through the field to eliminate the problem.

“Show off,” Oluo huffs.

You continue riding along with the rest of the group, watching as the three-meter titan goes down without much of a fight. Eld uses the fallen body to latch into its skin, zipping back towards the group with ease.

Killing titans is easy.

Predicting where they might come from is where it gets tricky.

It’s like this for hours — spotting rogue titans, mostly under five meters, mindlessly wandering the fields of what used to be. The squad takes turns destroying the humanoid creatures, giving everyone ample opportunity to get their blades wet.

Everyone but you.

After yesterday’s fight, you’re too scared to ask Levi why — so you keep your mouth shut.

The tension is palpable despite your best efforts; Petra gives a look every few kilometers, curious as to why you have yet to speak up or participate in sporadic conversation. In your peripheral vision you see the way her round eyes scrutinize your face, nose scrunched in interest.

You only stare ahead at the tail of Levi’s horse.

“How much further until we set up camp, Captain?” Gunther calls from the back of the diamond.

“A few kilometers,” Levi supplies. “We’ll tend to the horses and set up a watch rotation for the night.”

“Calling dibs on second!” Oluo shouts to your left.

Petra’s head whips to the side, her arm raising to signal the rest of the group. “Another three-meter on my side! Want James to take it, Captain?”

She must see it. She must notice how you’re itching to get into the action, to prove your worth on the team.

You stare ahead, blinking up to the undercut disappearing and reappearing from the whip of raven-black hair.

Mentally, you try to form a psychic link.

Let me, you beg. Let me show everyone that I’m not a waste of space. Let me show you that I’m still me, whoever she is.

Levi takes a moment to think about it before speaking.

“Gunther, take it down.”

You deflate, your fists loosening on the reigns of your horse.

You could do it — break formation and ignite your ODM gear — but that runs the risk of slamming into Petra if she doesn’t duck.

The diamond has, quite literally, trapped you in.

Gunther doesn’t hesitate to act. With the sharp whiz of his ODM wires, the man abandons his horse at the back of the formation. His blades extend from their rectangular sheaths.

Within minutes, the titan goes down with a wail.

To not run into any abnormal titans so far is only a blessing — but the nearing forest, dense with tree trunks and overgrown bushels of leaves, is anything but.

You don’t need to remember how this goes to know the forest is a death trap.

Still, the tall trunks will provide ample vantage point for the nearing evening.

Levi holds a fist up at the mouth of the clearing, causing all horses to cease. Their puffs of exhaustion mix with the serene ambience of chirping birds and singing crickets.

It’s hard to forget how easily a titan can sneak in for a meal here.

��Set up a shelter and start a fire,” Levi orders, hopping off of his black stallion to turn towards the group. His eyes connect with every squad member — everyone but you. “We’ll stay here for the night and push on in the morning.”

“Captain,” you blurt, the intrusive thought hitting your tongue well before you can stop it.

Levi continues his air of boredom, but his eyes belatedly glance towards you. “What is it, Lieutenant?”

Your eyes connect.

Your stomach churns with transparent butterflies.

“Since everyone else spent the day taking down titans, I volunteer first watch,” you state.

“Denied,” Levi answers.

Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch. “What?”

“I always take the first watch.”

Like you’re supposed to know that already. Your body flushes with embarrassment.

“But I—”

“Actually, Captain, the time that’s spent with the rest of us resting could benefit James’ understanding of the mission,” Petra chirps as she dismounts her horse, rubbing at her stiff wrists. “I think James has been eager to help. And if she’s taking first watch with you, then we know she’s in good hands.”

You whip your attention towards her, shocked she spoke up at all.

The men grunt with approval of the redhead’s offer, stretching their limbs to relieve some of the long ride’s aches.

Captain Levi’s expression darkens, but he doesn’t say anything.

Petra doesn’t look your way, not when she’s already turned six shades paler with worry that she overstepped with Levi. Instead she pretends to look around at the nature surrounding the group.

She disappears into the middle of the group, decidedly fussing over the makeshift fire Oluo has started with dry twigs and other nearby supplies.

Had she meant to do that? Question Levi's comfort? It doesn’t seem like it.

Either way, you’re now trapped with two very real facts:

One, you’re taking the first watch of your first real expedition.

And two, you’re doing so with Levi, who cannot back out without arousing suspicion.

A wire whizzes above your head.

With that, Levi Ackerman disappears from view into the tall, tall trees.

You rearrange your cloak, mindful of how heavy the blade sheaths are at your hips, before igniting your ODM gear to follow. Wind whips against your face, cool and crisp.

From up here, you can see everything: the vast field leading back to Wall Rose, the dilapidated buildings of a civilization that once was, the life that found a way where titans cannot reach.

It would be peaceful if you were up here alone, but you’re not.

Levi is already crouched by the time you reach the highest branch. Beneath your feet is a massive expanse of flat wood, likely hundreds of years old.

The heels of your boot click when you float down onto its surface.

The captain says nothing.

For a few agonizing minutes, it stays that way. Birds chirp. Fireflies float. Cloaks billow.

This is going to be the longest watch of your life.

Sitting down on the flat trunk-like branch, you run your tongue against the seam of your lips.

You shouldn’t—

You can’t—

But you do.

“Y'know, we have to talk eventually.”

Your voice, echoing gently at this high altitude, surprises even yourself. A part of you wishes you could take it back, to keep your mouth shut, but another part?

Another part knows the entire expedition can’t last like this.

Captain Levi stands from his casual kneel. “No, we don’t.”

You sigh with exhaustion, but it isn’t from the grueling ride out to the forest. “I didn’t act out my memory maliciously, Levi.”

“At the moment, you will address me as Captain.”

Your eyes connect with the gray of his. His voice is hollow.

“Seriously?” you mumble.

His brow quirks. “Am I laughing?”

This? This is fucking ridiculous.

Rising to stand, you brush off rogue specs of leaf from your uniform.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten you so freaked out, but I thought you would enjoy the surprise, Captain.” You dislike how angry you sound, but you are — angry. Mad, that he won’t speak to you clearly about the situation. “As far as I could tell, it was a happy memory for me.”

“A happy memory or not, it wasn’t appropriate,” Levi snaps. “Sneak-attacking what you remember and what you don’t doesn’t—”

“It wasn’t a sneak attack!” you protest in a yelp.

“It is.” He argues. “It was. Because I need to know how to act accordingly around you—”

“Captain—”

“—and being launched into what used to be doesn’t help.”

Into what used to be.

How to act accordingly around you.

A larger bird than the blue jays in the area coos overhead — possibly an owl, hooting as the night takes over the sky.

The tension can be cut with a knife as Levi stares at you, and you stare back. You try fitting the puzzle pieces together without saying a word.

Why does he have to act a certain way around you?

Does this have to do with what happened on the supply building roof at headquarters?

“Captain,” you slowly start, choosing to remain civil. Respectful. “I apologize — for catching you off guard, for not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. I recognize that you and I have history, whatever that might really be.”

There.

History — recognition flickers in his gaze.

Commander Erwin’s words come flooding back to the forefront of your memory:

I had anticipated this… situation to be a bit of a shock to him.

The spars. The special treatment. The way he sat with you on that roof.

You remember looking up at Commander Erwin with surprise when he asked if Levi had visited you during your recovery within Trost Headquarters; the way he appeared surprised when you told him that Levi never once showed; the moment he made you question everything.

We returned two weeks ago from the expedition. I assumed he would have at least attempted once.

You were surveying the cadet training, sir, you told him.

I was, Commander Erwin confirmed, but he wasn’t.

Then where the hell was Levi, if not with Erwin?

“You’re taking the second watch,” Levi decides with an abruptness that catches you completely off guard. “Ask Eld to cover you.”

His words are a cold splash of water to the face. “Wait, are you serious?” Levi is expressionless. “No. No, Captain, I am not leaving.”

There is a hint of anger in his clipped question.

“Are you disobeying direct orders?”

“That wasn’t a direct order, sir,” you reply. “You never ordered me. You only told me. There’s a distinct difference.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t be a smartass.”

Except the murmur is a thinly-veiled threat and nothing more.

Somehow you’re confident enough about it that you take a few steps into the wide gap between you.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out,” you urge softly, hoping to spark his own memory in your panic. “I made a mistake and I am sorry for it, but—”

“No, shithead, what I said is that you need to leave.”

You frown. “But why? Why can’t we talk?”

“Disobeying orders and questioning your superior. Are you trying to rack up all possible offenses in one night?”

“You are not my superior, Levi. Not technically. Captain, Lieutenant, it’s all arbitrary bullshit Erwin made up.” Your eyes squint to narrow slits as your frustration climbs. He doesn’t correct you when you sneer at his first name. “I am trying to understand why you became so freaked out over a silly move I pulled when we were teenagers—”

“Enough.”

“—and why saying some silly phrase like dirty trick is such a big deal to you so I don’t make the same mistake again in the future!” you continue. “Because if I missed something? Because if that moment of us in the Underground is linked to something bad that I’m not remembering, since it feels pretty good to me when I say it—”

“I said enough,” Levi barks.

Something ignites in you to step forward, teeth bared.

“Don’t talk down to me like a fucking cadet, Levi.”

A flinch of muscle is all you need to see to know that Levi is as surprised as you to hear the acidic swear on the tip of your tongue — both brows move north from their neutral position, and suddenly the air feels thick.

“Is that not what you are?” he challenges, low and dangerous as he mirrors your step forward. “Because last I checked, you were barely a Scout anymore. You were just some dumbass with a fucked up memory.”

The insult stings its intended target.

You wince, but hold your ground.

“Now you’re saying shit to hurt me because you’re scared.”

“I’m not.”

“Levi, you’re being mean,” you murmur. “You hate not having control. I get that. I hate not having control over my own head, but you don’t get to be an asshole so you can feel better about a fucked-up situation.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, and I’m tired of you pretending I don’t. Hiding away from me doesn’t protect me.”

You trudge closer towards your captain, but he bridges the gap for you: one step of his boot and he’s eye-to-eye with you, here, in the middle of this clearing.

The green flecks in the gray of his eyes bring some sickening softness to your belly, quelling a fraction of the fire within. It reminds you of summertime and darkness. A dichotomy of things you once loved — and things that once scared you.

Levi stares head on, seemingly disinterested in your psychological assessment.

Yet when your eyes drop to his arms, you see the most obvious tell of all: his fists are pale, fingers gripped in white-knuckled balls of restraint.

So you ask the first question that comes to mind, throwing caution to the wind:

“Are you afraid I’m gonna actually die this time?”

By the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, it’s safe to assume your question has caught Humanity’s Strongest off guard.

Painfully earnest, your words are woven in a confusion threatening to choke the life out of you.

And Levi — Levi is four shades of enraged, glaring straight through you.

“I don’t give a shit if you live,” Levi corrects with a snarl.

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Then allow me to keep the first watch,” you reason. “And second. And third, because if you don’t give a shit, then who cares, right? I'll be tired. Maybe a titan will take me out so you can stop having to deal with my insufferable ass.”

“No.”

Your chin tilts. “But you said you don’t—”

“Why do you want to die so fucking bad?” he shouts, his spit hitting your cheek. “Why bother coming back to me if all you wanted to do was throw away your second chance?”

He realizes a second too late what he’s said —

— what he’s done.

For a man who’s spent the better half of the hour telling you he isn’t scared, that he doesn’t care, Levi Ackerman looks absolutely terrified as he stands speechless in the aftermath of his own wrongdoing.

For minutes neither of you move. Neither of you look away.

Something dark brews behind Levi’s stormy eyes as you watch with unshakeable shock.

What can you say to go back twenty seconds?

The damage has already been done.

You both know it.

Your stomach sinks in sickening foresight.

“Forget it,” he dismisses.

No.

“Levi.”

He’s turning.

“Levi.”

You don’t know why you reach out, but your hands claw at his sleeve to stop him. He continues to turn.

Desperation takes your hand from his shoulder to his face, and quickly your palm paws at his cheek to pull him back.

He presses hard against your palm, fighting its hold, but you manage to bring his face close to yours in a rushed exhale.

Levi breathes heavily through his nose, nostrils flared and eyes downcast.

"James." It's hardly a murmur.

“Don’t,” you beg under your breath. “Don’t shut me out.”

What are you doing?

He remains locked in place, all his limbs taut. He doesn’t, however, fling you from his body.

You keep his face caged between your hands.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out.”

“James—”

His voice is different. Huskier.

Is that a plea?

You shake your head wildly, overcome with fright.

“Don’t shut me out,” you croak once more. “Please don’t leave and shut me out.”

The angle of Levi’s face serpentines from where he was running to come back to you.

Your faces collide, nose to nose.

His hot breath spans across your face in shaken puffs.

"Don't leave and shut me out," you repeat, voice cracking.

His head shakes, causing his nose to nuzzle yours.

“Won’t—”

“Please don’t leave me,” you repeat on the verge of crying.

His voice drops to a whisper, a prayer.

“Never—”

“Don’t leav—”

Your lips close, pressed together by something soft and warm. The sound dies muffled.

As if held hostage by your own body, you tense when a pair of warm hands encircle your head, pulling you closer to a softness in contrast of your desperation.

You blink once and see it.

Levi’s eyes are screwed shut, brows painfully knit together, as his lips move against yours. A boot shuffles, angling the scent of his sweat to engulf you.

Instinctively your fingertips curl around his head, digging into his cheeks when you kiss back with profound starvation.

Spurred by your actions, a ragged exhale causes his lips press harder. The thumbs against your face run absently along your skin, as if to quell the anxiety plaguing your mind.

You pull him impossibly closer, matching the intensity of the kisses.

As if you're drowning.

As if it's been forever.

The tip of his tongue flicks against your lower lip. Wordlessly it requests consent, and your lips part eagerly to comply. He takes the opportunity and runs with it as his tongue seeks yours for salvation, gliding with practiced ease.

Inadvertently you whimper from the contact.

The sound is enough to yank him clear from your ironclad grip, dragging your nails across his face.

Gray eyes meet yours with a swirl of emotion — awe, uncertainty, dread — with lips pinker than before.

Your hands remain in the air from where you had him.

Red streaks line the sides of his face like hastily-drawn whiskers.

All you can do is stare.

Levi Ackerman has never looked so vulnerable.

“I order you,” he finally says, voice wrecked, “to tell Eld to accompany me for the first watch.”

You finally breathe, hands dropping unceremoniously to your sides.

"Yes, sir," you obey on autopilot.

He doesn’t need to say it twice.

You spin on a heel.

Your ODM gear ignites back to life.

author note: ...remember when i said i had a scene written for forever? tehee.

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