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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Please please bo sort a girl out with Ghoap x Reader in an abandoned farm 🤪🤪

1k game here - no more please!

@luminousbeings-crudematter my beloved!!! idk if tumblr gives you a notif when i post an ask you sent so im tagging you just in case lol. also you said "unhinged texas chainsaw massacre" and i tried my best but i've never seen that movie :')

3.8k of ghoap x reader ft. ghost and soap hunting down their newest pet in a corn maze (cw: rough noncon sex, kinda puppy play? super light) this is mostly soap x reader, sorry!!

The collar is heavy around your neck, making every breath difficult as you pant. Your lungs seize in your chest when you stumble through the corn maze, desperate for any light at the end of the tunnel.

It doesn't come, but you push on anyways.

The corn is rough against your arms and legs, your body vulnerable to the rough stalks with so many tears in your clothes. Everything hurts - your feet from the rough ground, your throat from all the screaming, your stomach from pure fear and adrenaline. You're too blinded from terror to focus on any of that, the only thought in your head to go go go go get away.

The roar of a chainsaw is loud somewhere to your right. You nearly fall to your knees at the sound, windmilling your eyes to keep yourself steady. A loud, manic laugh echoes from the same direction, and your legs nearly give out.

Fuck, he's right there.

You can't think about how close the sound is, can't focus on how you swear you can see the corn moving, you can only run.

The stalks split in front of you, and you stumble into a clearing. You freeze, feet stopped right on the border of the new area. You bounce onto your toes, like you'd been tugged to a stop before exposing yourself.

The clearing is empty accept for an old tractor, sitting in the center of the grass. It's just a large enough circle that you'd be exposed for several seconds if you tried to reach it, totally clear if anyone was in the stalks.

But... you could hide there, couldn't you? The machine looks massive from your vantage point, there's surely a place to hide there.

It feels cruel to leave your fellow victims to the killers hunting them down, but you know that you have to try and save yourself before trying to help someone else.

You take a deep breath as you sink back to your heels, crouching a little lower in the corn to see if you can spot any movement around the perimeter.

The chainsaw revs again, and someone screams.

Your decision is made for you. The sound of death sends you forward, instinct making you move.

The dirt is rough beneath your feet, small rocks sticking into the soft parts of your sole and offsetting your run. You try your best to keep your balance, eyes trained on the tractor and the small space you know you can squeeze in.

It's silent but for the sound of your own panting, blood rushing through your ears, nothing but that perceived safety in your mind.

Just as you start to ready your legs to launch yourself up to the seat, legs tensing, you're shoved away. Your breath is forced from your lungs as you hit the ground, dirt and rocks shoved into your arms as you roll.

"Ah!" You cry out, forced to your stomach as you roll. It takes a minute to recognize what's happened, for it to click in your mind that someone's there.

It's too late by the time you realize.

You still try to get away, some animal part of you knowing that it's dangerous to stay down.

You manage to get to your knees, eyes darting wildly to spot whoever's tackled you, to know what direction to run. But the field is empty, and you're already moving before you think to look behind you.

It costs you, because you hardly get a step away before you're shoved to the ground again, your attacker staying over your body.

"Where you goin'?" The man rumbles in your ear, his chest pressed to your back and lips against your ear. He nips the shell of your ear and your eyes fly open, face shoved into the dirt.

Hardly a foot away, a chainsaw rests in the dirt. Blood drenches the blade, slowly dripping into a puddle beneath the weapon. It makes you whimper, trying to squirm away from the killer above you.

"No, no, no," he purrs, nosing his way to your cheek and just leaning there, pressing his smile into your skin, his voice rumbling through your back. "Down, pup, c'mon, you're caught. No point in runnin'."

"Please-" you gasp, neck arching to try and get away. "Please, please, please-"

He makes a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. "Please, please, please?" His voice pitches up in a mocking tone, a horrible imitation of yours. "You a broken record, lass? Only wanna say the same thing? Come on, tha's no fun, gimme something new."

You shout, the sound caught somewhere between a cough and a sob, hands stretching forward and clawing at the earth. "Please!"

He truly laughs now, a sharp noise in your ear. He stretches himself up above you, chest lifting and hips pushing into yours so that your legs are pinned. All you can do it try to drag yourself forward, hot tears beginning to fall as you're held down in the same place.

"Guess it does sound good from your lips," he muses. He shifts behind you, knees squeezing to either side of your hips and hands reaching so he can grab your elbows.

"Look'it you," he tsks, bending forward to lace your hands together. You cry out at the feeling of being covered, his chest above your head. "Ruinin' your pretty nails, and for what?"

Your head drops to the ground, sobs tearing your throat to shreds as spit falls from your lips. You feel bile working in your stomach, that horrible tension beneath your tongue like you're about to throw up.

"I can't-" you gasp, panic clawing at your mind. You know this man is going to kill you, that he's going to make it hurt, and every part of you rebels at just the thoughts. You can't stop fighting, can't stop trying to get away from him even with the weight holding you down.

"Can't what?" He hums, shifting to kneel above you so that he's not nearly suffocating you. "Can't go anywhere? Naw, bonnie, you're not goin' anywhere now. Caught you fair and square, didn't I?"

There's a part of you that screams to try and argue, to take a deep breath and settle to see if you can make some sort of deal, but the bigger part of you can't calm down, can't do anything but try and shove yourself out from the maniac above you.

"Plus, if I let you go runnin' off you might get caught by Simon." His arms settle on your shoulders and you can't help but yelp, ducking your head low to try and protect your neck. "Then I'd lose. You want that? Thought we were closer than that, lass."

You sob, teeth clenched tight. You don't fucking know the man, you don't know whoever Simon is, you just want to go home.

"That's what I thought," he hums. "Now," he pushes up, and your arms and torso are free as he settles back to rest his weight on your thighs. "I think you and I have some time to play, hm? Before Simon catches us both."

You don't- you don't know what he means, and it's hard to breathe past the fear. It clicks when his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly.

"Wait," you gasp, eyes flying wide when his fingers creep beneath the hem of your jeans. "Wait, stop-"

"Oh, look at that," he laughs, hands shoving further down until his palms wrap around your thighs. "Learned some new words, baby?"

Your eyes squeeze as your feet kick against the dirt, unable to find any traction without shoes. Scrabbling so frantically only to stay right where you're pinned only serves to work you up more, to make your heart race faster.

"You're warm," he hums, kneading at your thighs and using his wrists to force the pants down, slowly revealing more and more of your skin to the cold night air. "Gonna warm me up, lass?"

"No," you hiss, the realization of what he's going to do sinking in. Your pants are pulled down to mid thigh, keeping your thighs from spreading and leaving your backside on display. "Stop- I'll- don't you dare-"

He laughs again, landing a harsh smack to your vulnerable ass. You cut your begging off with a yelp, hips rocketing into the ground to try and escape the sting when he lands another slap.

"You tryin' to boss me around? Real cute, pup, but you don't have a leg to stand on. Stuck pinned in the dirt and still tryin' to be in charge?" He laughs again, blows shifting from slaps to taps, jiggling the fat of your ass. "Cute, bonnie. Real cute."

You fold an arm beneath your face, try to use the other to force yourself up. "Stop fucking- stop hitting me, you bastard!"

"Oh!" He cackles, his lap slap almost bruising in it's force. "She's got some spine, huh? Maybe you'll be more fun than I thought."

You snarl into the dirt, legs kicking up behind you to try and hit his back. He's too high up on your thighs o reach, and you end up kicking the air like a toddler throwing a tantrum. It only fuels your anger, makes you feel more stuck.

"Keep fightin', bonnie." He presses himself closer to your face, and you catch a glimpse of sharp teeth from your peripheral, his smile sharp. "Makes it more fun for me. Think you'll tighten up if you kick kickin' and screamin'?"

You scream, a primal sound straight from the gut as you throw your head back and to the side, trying to hit him. You somehow manage it, but you hurt yourself just as much. You cry out at the sudden pain in the back of your skull, crumbling back to the ground.

There's a loud moan over your shoulder, and his hips press into yours. He's hard to your horror, his length pressing against the softness of your ass. "Fuck, that felt good."

God, the man is disturbed.

Your attempted attack doesn't stop him from hooking his fingers in your underwear, tugging them down to rest in the crease where your thighs meet your ass.

"Pretty," he purrs, hands stroking from your rips to your jeans, hands pushing hard enough to make you whine. His treatment is all too rough, like he's trying to mold you into the shape he wants. "Can't wait to get my dick in you," he groans, groping you.

"Nooo," you whine, trying to push yourself into the dirt, like it might open you up and swallow you whole, help you escape the horror you can't do anything to stop. "You can't- you can't fuck me, please, don't-"

He moans again, and you hear the clinking of a belt being undone. "Fuck, say it again for me."

Your eyes squeeze shut. You want to be anywhere else, anywhere but here.

You feel the heat of his cock against your ass, and tears sting in your eyes. You taste dirt against your lips, feel your palms sluggishly bleed from the scrapes against the rough ground. You try to focus on everything but what the killer's doing to you, but's impossible

His palm cups your center, fingers wrapping around your vulva and holding firmly. You flinch when his middle finger works between your folds, coming to rest on your clit.

"Need to get you wet," he mumbles, starting to work at the nub to coax some pleasure out of your body. "Simon wouldn't like it if I made you bleed." He snorts, then corrects, "Well, bleeding down there. Won't be shocked if he wants to carve you up a bit."

You shiver, focused too much on staying stiff and keeping your mind as far away as possible to put off the inevitable. What he says doesn't even properly click in your mind, floating in one ear and out the other.

"There we go," he purrs, palm growing slick as your body warms to him unwillingly. He grunts as he shifts to use both hands, one focusing on your clit and the other coming back to tease at your hole.

Two fingers slip in without warning and you yelp at the sudden stretch, hips bucking back instinctively and forcing the fingers further. Your moan is pulled from your chest, part pleasure and part pain.

"You want more lass? Here, don't mind stretching you out."

The third finger comes too soon, too suddenly, and the sting edges too close to pain for you to feel good, even unwillingly.

He's got no patience at all, fingers spreading inside of you while his thumb works furiously at your clit. The mix of good and bad leaves your head clouded, tears slowing as your mind starts to float away a bit.

He moans against your back, face pressed into your shoulder. "Feel so tight, bonnie. Can't wait til you're wrapped around me, wet and tight... fuck, can't wait much longer..."

His teeth press into you throw the fabric of your shirt, the bite only slightly blunted. You breath stutters out of your chest, lips shaking. You want to fight, tell yourself that you should bite and claw and scream, but he's already proven to you that he'd only enjoy that. All you can do is lie in the dirt, lamp and shaking.

Despite all your fear and your hatred for the man over you, you wish he'd stretched you out more.

"Gotta get inside of ya," he grunts, tugging his fingers out with a terribly wet sound. You can hear him sucking your wetness off of them as he shifts further up, letting his hard length rest between your thighs. "Don't... God, you taste good, don't wanna stretch you out too much. You get it, yeah bonnie?"

You whine forlornly, turning your head to the side. You can see him over your shoulder - tall and broad, brown hair in a... mohawk?, bright teeth shown off in a smile. He ducks down while he fists his cock, dipping himself into your wetness.

Wet lips press a kiss to your cheek, a trail of that wetness left against your face. When he pulls back you see the blood dripping from his nose, sniffle at the realization that he's left his own blood over your face.

"Look pretty in red," he whispers, tone oddly soft. It tugs another tear out of you, dripping down the bridge of your nose. His free hand comes up to your face, running a finger through the tear track and sucking the drop off his fingertip. "Taste good everywhere, love."

Your eyes close when he notches himself at your hole, pressing in just enough for you to feel the stretch. He's massive, and the prospect of him shoving himself fully inside of you... you shudder, trying to loosen yourself as much as you can.

He's not kind when he pushes in. You're not sure why you hoped he would be, not with the blood-soaked chainsaw still in your line of sight. But the sudden fullness, the sting, the stretch, draws a high cry from your lips.

His groan nearly drowns out your sounds, your walls spasming around him to try and adjust. You hate that it feels so good for him when you feel like you can hardly breathe around him.

"Feels so good," he moans, words hardly enunciated, thick accent only thickened by his pleasure. You can hardly understand him, far too upset to bother translating him in your head.

"Can't-" he pants, hips jerking out just a few inches only to buck back into yours, pushing as far inside as he can. "Can't come, but can get you off, yeah?"

There's a part of you that's confused by that, that wonders what the fuck he's talking about, but a much larger part of you is focused on the slow drag inside of you.

It would feel better if you were a little wetter, a little more stretched out, but you can't change those things. You relax, try to force your body to cooperate just to make things easier. You try to lean into the parts that do feel good - the way his cock drags against all the most sensitive parts of you, the slap of his balls against your clit - and sink into that pleasant feeling instead of the adrenaline still lingering in your veins.

He doesn't speak when he fucks into you, forehead pressed into your shoulder blade as he starts to drive you truly insane. It starts feeling good quickly enough for you to forget the pain, the horror, and you gladly fall into the oblivion creeping over your mind.

It's good, as horrible as it is to think. The bastard knows what he's doing.

It's some indeterminate amount of time later when you hear the stalks shifting again, eyes flying open just in time to see a man step into the clearing.

The man over you moans when the stranger gets closer, turning his head to the side. His hips buck into you even more roughly, your thighs beginning to ache from the force.

"Simon," he calls out, and it clicks in your head.

The new man is masked and wearing all black, and you recognize him as the other killer hunting you through the maze. His mask is just as terrifying from close up as it was when you first glanced over your shoulder while running, the sight of him in the distance almost floating while surrounded by shadows.

"Bein' good, Johnny?" He rumbles, boots stopping next to the chainsaw and toeing it away.

"Yes, sir," the man over you - Johnny - grunts, thrusts erratic. "Left-left the ring on, haven't come, promise."

There's a hum from above you, the man crouching down. "Good boy. Woulda had to ruin your fun if you got yourself off."

He whines at that, and you can't help but furrow your eyebrows. The man above you going from cocky and terrifying asshole to whining and moaning above you doesn't fit with the image you'd had in your head.

"I ken. 'S why I didn't take it off, ye bawbag." Johnny's voice shakes a bit as he switches to grinding against you, hips pressed flush with yours. The sudden pressure against your clit and so deep inside of you leaves you moaning, eyes rolling back. The peak of an orgasm is right there, just out of reach, and you reach for it desperately.

"Watch it," Simon scolds, shifting forward to his knees and reaching far enough to slap Johnny, the sound echoing through the silent clearing. Your eyes fly open, instinctually flinching away.

Simon's head tilts down to you, ignoring Johnny's whine. His gloved hand comes down to rest on your face, gripping your chin and lifting enough to get a good look at your face.

"Pretty thing," he says, giving your face a little shake before letting you drop to the ground. You can't even begin to care so close to the edge, focus solely on getting off

"'S what I said."

"Hmm. Why don't you go ahead and get the poor pup off? Looks like she's cockdrunk enough as is, might as well get her the whole way there before we take her home."

"With pleasure, sir."

It's hard to focus after that point. Johnny's hand tunnels beneath your stomach and to your clit, working his hips in full thrusts and rubbing you so perfectly. It takes hardly any time at all to get you off, the perfect mix of sensations sending you flying over that edge.

You're not sure what happens between the time when you come and when Johnny pulls out. Your vision nearly whites out, moving away from the scrapes and bruises and into the pleasure gripping every muscle. It's so much easier to lean into the good than the bad, to pretend the warmth is just the pleasure instead of the man at your back.

You're brought back into the real world by the feeling of something being wrapped around your neck, left just tight enough for you to jerk, panicked you couldn't breathe.

"Hush, pup," Simon shushes when you jerk up, eyes flying wide. "Just givin' you your collar. Makin' sure anyone who spots you can take you right home, hm?"

Johnny tugs you up as Simon speaks, grip just a tad too rough on your shoulders when he pulls you up to your knees. You're still a bit out of it as he tucks your jeans and underwear up, dick hard and slick against the small of your back.

The fear comes back as you're brought to your feet by Simon, hands on your elbows tugging you up. You're unsteady on your feet, knees almost knocking together while you blearily blink up at the masked man.

The sound of metal clinking together, a small yank against your neck, is what brings you fully back into your skin. Simon clips a leash to your collar and then Johnny's, matching pink and blue leads that make your eyebrows furrow.

Johnny - shirtless, drenched in blood - smiles at you, teeth stained with his own blood.

"Come on," Simon rumbles, a sudden tug against your throat nearly sending you to your feet. "Need to get you home, pup."

Johnny catches you before you can fall, laughing as he helps you up. The sight of a black studded collar at his throat jars you, fingers lifting to feel at the fabric around your throat. It's not studded, just a soft leather with a thick ring at the front where the leash connects.

"Looks good on you," Johnny compliments, guiding you to stumble along behind Simon as the man leads you both away, into one of the entrances to the maze.

"What..." your throat is rough and you cough, heartbeat picking up. "What're you doing?"

Johnny's smile is a little condescending, almost herding you forward by staying half behind you. "Takin' you home, lass. You're the last one alive. You make a pretty final girl, bonnie."

There's a sharp yank at your collar, tugging your attention to Simon where he's glancing over his shoulder at you. "Think you'll make a good pup. Johnny's been needing a new little friend, might as well be you, hm?"

There's.... nothing really to say to that. You're too weak, too shaky to try and make a run for it. The blue leash is held loose in Simon's hand, but the pink is wrapped tight around his fist. There's no way you're strong enough to jerk it out of his hand, and even if you could you've got no way out of the maze - they already found you first.

Johnny's hand nudges you forward, almost making you fall. He moves to walk beside you, shoulders almost rubbing together. You think the expression he shoots you is supposed to be comforting, but it's anything but.

You breathe deeply, head beginning to throb again, and hope you have the strength to survive what they'll do to you.

#so sorry lumi i feel like this is repetitive and not that well written :( hope you enjoy regardless <3 #by the way... my attempt at johnny's accent.... it happened #luminousbeings-crudematter #< aka the loml #bo writes #1k celebration #ghoap x reader

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m-jelly · 10 months

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Tea for two - Chapter 2

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain.

In this chapter: It's the morning after you staying over at Levi's and he has some intense feelings and an emotional moment with you. Levi has a bit of a mental attack and lashes out, but you care for him. Levi overhears you talking about your feelings as your friend with hidden feelings for you tries to warn you about the dangers of being around Levi.

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Part 3

It was a dream, he was sure of it, there was no way that you were sleeping in the other room with Bo. He felt his heart racing as something stirred inside him that he’d never really felt before. He blushed hard when he felt slight arousal. He slammed his hand down on the cover onto his crotch and grunted at smacking himself. He rolled onto his side and groaned a little at the slight pain, but he really didn’t want what he thought was going to happen, to happen.

He huffed and gazed at the empty spot next to him in his double bed and imagined you lying there with a sweet smile on your face. He let out a long sigh and knew he’d be in bed for a while so he could make sure that he could calm down whatever was going on between his legs. He was a bit embarrassed because he was always up early for the day but it looked like he would be staying in.

You woke up as Levi had his moment in bed. You made your way to the kitchen and started making breakfast with the few things Levi had. You pouted a little and thought about offering to do a shop for Levi because the lack of food was concerning to you. You fed Bo a little something before finishing off a nice big breakfast and a lovely refreshing pot of tea.

Levi shuffled out of his room as his stomach growled in delight at the divine smells coming from the kitchen. He flinched a little when Bo came bounding over to him. He fussed the pup and rather liked being greeted in the morning. He limped down the hall into the kitchen and watched you plate breakfast. His heart raced in his chest as he felt happy that yesterday was not a dream.

You smiled brightly at Levi. “Good morning, Levi! I made breakfast for you.”

He blushed a little as you put everything on the dining table. “Thank you. This is sweet of you.”

You sat down and smiled. “You’re welcome. So, I need to talk to you about your food.”

He gulped hard. “Right.”

You picked up your tea. “Well, you don’t have much food and I’m worried about you.”

He blushed a little. “You’re worried about me?”

“Yes.”

He shuffled in his seat. “Could you help me?”

You smiled. “Happily.”

He ate some of his breakfast and loved the flavours. “This is delicious. It’s the best food I’ve ever tasted.”

You stared at Levi. “Really?”

He nodded as he smiled sadly. “I was born in the underground city, so the food was shit there.” He released a long sigh. “Then when I got into the scouts, it wasn’t much of an improvement. It tasted a lot better and I got more of a balanced diet, but the food wasn’t the best.” He gazed at you. “All the food you make me is incredible and so full of flavour. It makes me smile.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “I’m glad I could make delicious food for you that makes you smile.” You shifted in your seat a bit as you danced around the question in your head, but you decided to go for it. “So, what kind of foods did the military supply?”

He hummed in thought. “Bread, porridge, corn and other vegetables. Meat was a special treat, so it’s nice that now we get lots of meat and fish. I do have a big appetite so I would eat big meals. There was nothing nicer than a baked potato…” The light in Levi’s eyes faded as he thought about Sasha. He clenched his fist tightly as a mix of rage and pain filled him. He was angry at Eren still because his actions led to her death.

You reached over and placed your hand on Levi’s tightly clenched fist. “Levi.”

He returned to the present and smiled a little at you. He opened his hand and turned it over to hold yours. “I’m okay. There was this cadet who was an excellent hunter, she was a great shot with a gun too and always full of energy. She was a fan of food and she loved potatoes and meat the most. She was a good kid and she was shot down in her prime.” He welled up and shook his head. “She had faced countless titans and yet she died in a fucking blimp after being shot by some kid, all because Eren attacked Marley. It’s a shit way to die. She went through so much and her ending was brought about by a damn kid.”

You got up and walked around to Levi. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

Levi looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “Hug?”

“Yes.”

He gulped hard as he thought about hugging. Levi wasn’t used to it, and it’d been so long since he had. Levi was sure the last person who held him was his mother, so he wasn’t sure if he’d like it. “I’ve never really…umm…y-yes?”

You wrapped Levi up in your arms and held him against you. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

Levi was a bit flustered at his head being right under your breasts. He’d never really noticed breasts that much before, but he was very aware of yours. He liked how they were shaped, the size and how soft they seemed. He was flustered by how they would bounce as you hurried around at his shop. He was even more flustered that they were right above his head.

He was then overwhelmed by your warmth and how your fingers were playing with his hair. He felt so happy and comforted by you. He lifted his arms and slowly wrapped his arms around you. He squeezed you against him and began nuzzling his face against your body. He inhaled deeply and adored your divine scent. He gripped you and smiled as he felt at peace.

You tried to pull away, but Levi held onto you. You gazed down at him and realised that this man was so starved of affection and contact. You felt terrible that he’d been hurt for so long. You wanted to heal him and make him happy. You tried to ease the weight on his shoulders. You wanted to chase away the darkness that had wrapped itself around Levi.

Levi finally released you and sighed. “Sorry, it’s been a long time.”

You stepped back and smiled. “I don’t mind. I love hugs. If you ever need one, I’m right here.” You leaned down and kissed the top of Levi’s head. “I’ll clean up and head on out.”

Levi watched you move around his home. “Oh, I was hoping you would stay a bit longer.”

You looked over at him. “Really?”

He cleared his throat. “You know, for the uh…umm…shopping.”

You dried your hands and walked over to Levi. “Sure, I can help you with a shop.”

“Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh as you watched Levi get his cane and shoes. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are trying to find an excuse to spend more time with me.”

His cheeks burned at your comment. “Maybe I am. Would it bother you?”

You walked over to him and grabbed your bag and one for Levi. “Not at all. I enjoy your company.”

“I enjoy yours too.”

You opened the door for him and let Bo go first. “May I escort you?”

Levi blushed a little and took your arm to give him a little help as he walked through the town. He felt so happy having you at his side. He wanted you to be forever next to him, but then his doubts and worries fluttered into his heart. He looked over at you and gulped hard. He called your name and felt happiness fill him when you smiled so sweetly and gazed back at him.

You hummed a laugh as Levi just stared at you. “Yes, Levi?”

He looked away and sighed as guilt filled him. “Was staying over okay?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

He winced a little. “Tch, 'cause your boyfriend would hate this.”

You frowned at his words. “Boyfriend?”

“You have one, right?”

You laughed a little. “Oh, no, no, I don’t have one.”

He was happy but also incredibly confused. “You don’t? Tch, that doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

You laughed. “Why?”

He looked over at you. “How could someone like you not be taken?”

You shrugged. “Maybe because the men around have not been good enough. I want to find meaningful and deep love. I haven’t found the right guy yet.”

He stopped with you by a stall. “Right guy? What is the right guy for you?”

You picked up a few things and inspected them. “Someone who wants to grow old with me, have kids too. I want someone who will listen and care for me but also like being taken care of. I want someone to work with me through life, to share the load. I want someone to love me for me.”

Levi hummed in thought. “You’re not asking for much.”

“Well, to some people I’m asking for too much.”

“Tch, fucking stupid people.”

You bought a few things and put them in your bag for Levi. “Well, what about you?”

Levi sighed. “I’m single. I’ve never dated before.”

You stared at him. “Not interested?”

He blushed a little. “It’s really the same as you. I’ve never found the right person, plus it is hard to date when you’re in the scouts because we faced death every day.” He whined a bit as he thought about all the people who’d died. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone I love. I’ve lost so many.” He smiled at you. “Anyway, I want someone that doesn’t see my title and achievements or wants me because I’m Captain Levi Ackerman. I want someone to get to know me as a person.”

You smiled at Levi. “Well, I don’t know all the things you did in the scouts, all I know is the things you’ve told me. I am sure there are others like me.”

“If it’s not you, then I don’t want to know.”

You walked over to Levi. “Did you say something?”

He blushed hard. “No, nothing. Uh, I think this is everything I need.”

You nodded. “Sure thing. Do you need help taking everything home?”

Levi wanted to keep you around for longer, but he knew that he couldn’t keep clinging to you so much. You needed to go home and change, you also needed to feed Bo some dog food. He needed to let you go, just for now though. “I’ll be okay on my own. You should head home.”

You hummed in thought. “Well, only if you’re okay.”

“May I walk you home?”

You blushed a little and nodded. “Sure.”

He slowly walked with you through the town to a home near the edge that was on its way to Levi’s. He gazed at the cute place with flowers in boxes on the windowsill. “You live near me.”

“I do.” You unlocked your front door. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

He hummed in thought. “I would love to, but I should get my food home.”

You let Bo in before moving over to Levi and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for last night and today. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Levi nodded. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He watched you go inside your home and lightly touched his cheek after as he felt the warmth of your lips on them. He smiled a little. “I liked that.”

You hurried through town with a smile on your face. You had a bag full of baked goods and you couldn’t wait to share the food with Levi. You giggled as Bo sprinted ahead and ran right into Levi’s tea shop. You jumped inside and saw Levi chuckle as Bo bounced around him. “Morning Levi!”

Levi smiled at you. “Good morning, you’re both in a good mood.”

You nodded and placed your bag on the counter. “I have some treats for you!”

He opened the bag and was in awe of all the things you’d baked. “This looks delicious. We should sell some.”

“Oh, it’s not good enough for that.”

Levi got a few things out and plated it up. He placed a little price card in front of it and smiled. “They’ll be sold out quickly.” He picked up the bag. “All this though is mine.”

You leaned on the counter causing your cleavage to show to him. “I hope you enjoy.”

His cheeks burned as he looked. He turned away and hurried around. “U-Um, I t-talked to the stall owner you mentioned and set up a deal.”

“Really? That’s great.”

He cleared his throat. “I have something for you.”

You stood up and felt a little shocked. “Really? Wow.”

He moved to his office and grabbed what he’d bought you. He returned to you with a blush. “You like baking and cooking so much, so I got you this nice apron.”

You took it from Levi and admired how pretty it was. “Thank you so much.” You put it on and tied it. “I look so cute.”

“You always look cute.”

You looked up at Levi. “Huh?”

He blushed hard. “I umm…I said…you always look cute.”

You walked over to Levi and smiled. “You flirting? This is surprising.”

“I uh…think I am…I’ve never…I’ve never done this before…”

You kissed his cheek and smiled at his adorable blush. “You did great. I felt special.”

“Well, you are special to me.” He frowned a little. “S-Sorry, I don’t umm…fully understand these emotions inside me.”

You smiled and rubbed his back. “It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here and I won’t leave.”

He gazed at you with pained eyes. “Never leave?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He looked away. “No one can promise that.”

“Well, I promise.”

He glared at you and didn’t see you, but he saw all the people he’d lost in the scouts who promised him they would live. “Tch, bullshit! Stop with your fucking lies. You promised you would stay and you never did. All people ever do is leave me.”

“Levi, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Get out!” He clenched his fist as his voice cracked. “It’s better to get rid of you before you leave.”

You undid your apron and took it off. “Are you firing me?”

He frowned a little. “Fire?” His visions of his dead friends faded away and he finally saw you. He said your name softly. “I’m sorry. I’m not…I don’t want…you’re not fired.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I…I…”

You took Levi’s hands and squeezed. “I’ll do whatever you want. I want to stay. I want to be with you, but if me being here right now causes you pain then I’ll leave.” You stared at him for a while as silence filled the room. You sighed and released his hands. “I’ll go for a walk.”

Levi felt his stomach drop and his heart hurt when he watched you walking away. He flung himself at you and hugged you from behind. “Don’t leave.” He pressed himself against you. “I can’t lose you. I refuse to lose you of all people.”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “I don’t want to stay if it causes you pain. I can see you are suffering from the past.”

He squeezed you tightly. “I need you.” He said your name and released you so you could turn and face him. “I need you so badly.” He lowered his head. “I’m so sorry for shouting at you. I have a lot of…there’s a lot I haven’t faced from my past. I know I need to.”

“You shouldn’t force yourself to do something you’re not ready to do.”

“Thank you.” He reached up and caressed your cheek. “Please, stay.”

You leaned against his touch. “I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.” He picked up your apron and smiled. “Can I put this on you?”

“Sure.”

He put the loop over your head. He moved closer and wrapped the lines around you and tugged at the front making you gasp. He glanced up at you as he blushed. “Too tight?”

“It’s perfect.”

He did his best to tie a bow at the front. “There.” He looked up at you. “I’m sorry again.”

You smiled. “Don’t be sorry about feeling something. I couldn’t possibly imagine or comprehend what you went through. I don’t even know your story. All I know is you were in the scouts and you were hurt.”

He nodded. “I was hurt mentally and physically. I want to talk.”

You saw people coming towards the shop. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m always here for you.” You pulled away and got cleaned up. “Do you want me up front today?”

He limped over to you. “Uh, yes if that’s okay.”

You nodded and put your hair up quickly and put on a smile as the customers started coming. “Good morning!”

Levi manned the mixing counter, so if anyone wanted a mix of teas he would make it for them. He was also serving the baked things you’d made. He was so proud of everything you’d made and it sold out fast. Levi was going to ask you to bake more and to teach him a bit so he could help you out. He also wanted to do something for you because he felt terrible about today and how he spoke to you. He was thinking about taking you out on a date.

He cleaned up the tables a little as a man came into the shop and made a beeline for you. Levi kept glancing over as you seemed friendly with the man. He didn’t like how the guy was flirting with you. Something was filling Levi and he wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt irritated by this man. He wanted to get this man away from you and have all of your attention.

He moved over to you and called your name. “Who’s this?”

You smiled a little. “This is my good friend Claude.”

“Claude?” He studied the tall man with a charming smile, muscles, soft hair that was tamed and a neat suit.

Claude adjusted his glasses. “Indeed and you are Captain Levi Ackerman of the scouts.”

Levi clenched his jaw a little. “Yes.”

“Hm.” He looked at Levi in a way that Levi had never been looked at before, almost like there was dislike or hatred. He turned to you and smiled. “May I borrow you on your lunch break?”

You nibbled your lip. “Well, I kind of want to stay here with Levi. We always have lunch together.”

“I’m sure he can manage without you.”

“I like it though.”

Claude released a long sigh. “I need to talk to you, it’s rather important.”

Levi walked over and placed his hand on your lower back. “Take a short break so you can talk. We are on a downtime right now.”

You gazed at Levi. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “It’s okay.”

You reached behind Levi and rubbed his back in response. “I’ll chat to him out back.”

“Okay.”

You pulled away from Levi and opened the hatch door. “This way, Claude.”

Claude followed behind you and gave Levi a quick nasty glance before he carried on walking. He slipped outside and sighed as you closed the door a bit. “We need to talk.”

Levi hurried over to the door and leaned against the wall and listened closely to the conversation. He looked down at Bo and fussed him. He wanted to know how you felt about him and what you’d say to Claude about him. He was so scared that you would agree with Claude about bad things.

Claude folded his arms. “Do you know who that man is?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Levi. He’s my boss and a wonderful friend. I like him a lot.”

Levi felt touched by your words. He liked you too.

Claude shook his head. “You really don’t know him. He was Captain of the scouts.”

You leaned against the wall. “I know. Everyone always calls him Captain.”

“You really don’t know what he did?” He laughed a bit. “Come on, you can’t be that oblivious.”

“Instead of making me feel stupid, why don’t you say what you want to say and then go.”

He huffed. “Levi is from the underground city. He was a criminal and was so bad the military police chased him down. Did you know he was hired to kill Commander Erwin Smith?”

You shrugged a bit. “That’s fine. Have you seen the underground? I would do anything to get out of there. I don’t blame Levi for taking whatever mission he had to so he could leave. Plus, I’m sure the Commander died in combat.”

Claude growled a little. “He got his two friends killed!”

“Titans were deadly. They killed many people. You couldn’t protect everyone from them and I know he would have tried hard.”

Levi was trying hard not to cry, he was so touched by your kindness. You were so understanding of his life in the military so far. He wasn’t surprised that Claude knew so much because after the war everything came out about those who lived.

Claude sighed. “He abandoned his famous strong team to go back to the main group. Him leaving them caused them all to die.”

“His team were capable. They faced off against a person-controlled titan, right? She was highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and was trained by the military too. She was deadly and I am sure Levi made the choice he would regret the least. You’re not a military man, you’ve never been in a position that Levi was. You don’t know what it’s like to face Titans and command people to fight.”

He shook his head. “You’re right, I don’t know but he still left his team to die. He valued Eren over others.”

“He was ordered to keep Eren alive. Eren was humanity's last hope for us. They all had no way of knowing what he’d do.”

Claude stared at you for a while. “He saved Armin over Erwin! Erwin was the brains of the scouts and the heart of it all.”

You frowned a little. “I don’t know what went down and I don’t think I will unless Levi tells me, but as far as I know and from what I’ve seen from Armin now…Armin has such hope in his eyes and dreams of the future. He’s working so hard to get Marley to work with us. Erwin had lost an arm, he wasn’t as strong as he used to be and he had been beaten badly.”

Levi leaned his head back and smiled when you understood. It had been one of the hardest choices to make, he could choose his friend who had led the scouts so well for so long or the young kid who was smart and had hope and could see beyond the basement.

Claude groaned. “Really? What about the fact that he let Zeke go countless times? He prolonged our suffering.”

You hummed in thought. “If he was one of the best soldiers, then killing Zeke would have been easy. He was likely asked to keep him alive. I can’t imagine how painful it was for Levi to keep him alive for so long.” You welled up and cried a little. “Poor Levi.” You sniffed. “No, I won’t cry. He doesn’t need pity or my tears.”

Levi didn’t like others crying about his life or being upset for him. However, hearing you cry for him made him feel so touched. He wanted to hold you and cry with you. He could tell you really felt for him.

You laughed a little. “I can’t seem to stop crying, damn it.” You cleared your throat. “I don’t understand why this was so important to talk to me about though.”

Claude walked closer to you. “I’m worried about you being around such a dangerous man. He’s killed people. I mean, he killed a lot of people led by Kenny.”

“Wasn’t Kenny a serial killer though? He was a bad man. It must have been really hard for Levi to see him die because he was family, but Levi had to do what he must to survive.”

“What if he hurt you?”

You grabbed Claude’s hand before he touched you. “Levi would never. He’s dedicated to the people he cares about.”

“But those scars he has.”

You blushed hard. “What about them?”

“They’re terrible. He got blown up because he was stupid and his leg? I bet it looks awful. He got chewed on by a titan.”

You winced. “Must have hurt.”

“He looks like a thug.”

You whined a bit. “I think he’s really handsome.”

Claude stepped back. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re attracted to that?”

You nodded. “I am. I really like Levi. I think he’s handsome, kind, smart, funny, sexy…” You mewled. “So fucking sexy.” You blushed bright red. “He’s just a wonderful man and any woman would be lucky to marry him and make him a father. I don’t think he sees me in that way, but I would very much like to be his wife.”

Levi’s cheeks were burning as his heart raced at your words. He clutched his chest as he thought about you as his wife. He smiled and whined a little. He wanted you to be a permanent part of his life. He was going to work hard to romance you and understand his feelings. Levi had never been in love before or had romantic feelings for anyone before, so all these feelings for you were new to him and he liked it.

Claude called your name sternly. “He’s no good for someone like you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have control over who I should and shouldn’t be with.”

“I’m not trying to control you, I’m just saying that you deserve someone good in your life.”

You laughed. “I do and it’s someone like Levi. I hope that he likes me the same way, but if he doesn’t then I’m happy to have him as a friend. I just want him to be happy.”

Claude shook his head. “I don’t understand you sometimes.” He sighed. “He really makes you happy?”

“Yes.”

He saw the sparkle in your eyes. “Fine. Do as you please. I’ve warned you about him. I will be here for you when he hurts you.” He walked to the door. “You should wait out here a bit, you are bright red.”

You whined. “Yes.”

Levi hurried away from the door as fast as he could and waited by the counter. He stared at Claude as he made his way to him. “All done?”

Claude stopped by Levi and sighed. “I don’t know how you feel about her, but I will make this perfectly clear to you. I have loved her a lot longer than you. I will not give up on her.” He pointed at Levi. “I know how dangerous and horrible you are. I will win her heart, not you.”

Levi tilted his head a little as he took Claude in. “Tch, you’re more annoying than not being able to shit for months. You might have looks and money, but your personality is about as appealing as a gnat’s cock. She’s not a possession, you arsehole. She’s her own person and she can be with whoever she wants. So, take your stupid toxic thoughts elsewhere.” Levi smirked a bit as Claude stormed away. “And anyway, you would have been a couple by now if she liked you and you had her heart. There must be something wrong with you that she doesn’t like, that’s why you’ll always be a friend and nothing more.”

Claude snarled. “Fuck you, Captain Levi.”

Levi felt proud when the door was slammed. He looked down at Bo and petted his head. “You prefer me over him, right?” He smiled at Bo wagging his tail. “Knew it.” He looked up when you walked down the hall and felt his heart race. Now he knew you returned his feelings, he saw you in a whole different light. You were glowing to him. “Everything okay?”

You nodded and smiled. “All good. He was just being a bit of an ass. Are you okay? You look a little pink.”

Levi touched his burning cheeks. “I’m great.”

“Wonderful. I’ll make us some tea and we’ll have a bit of lunch.”

Levi watched you closely and felt an urge inside him. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

You looked over at him. “No, just working here with you until closing.”

He nodded and hummed in thought. “Would you like to join me that evening?”

You walked over with his tea. “Join you? What for?”

He started to feel his heart racing. “W-Well, I-I w-would, umm, like to t-take you out. I was th-thinking a walk.”

You smiled brightly. “I’d love to.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

You nodded as you felt your heart flutter. “Yes. This a business thing or?”

He cleared his throat. “A ah…d…d…d…date.”

You stared at Levi for a bit and felt like your heart was going to explode at how cute he looked. “I…I would love to.”

“Great!” He gasped when he realised he’d almost shouted that. “S-Sorry…umm…let’s ah, eat.”

You hummed a laugh. “Cute.” You walked with him to your usual table. “I don’t know about you, but I am starving.”

“Me too. I’m happy you made so much food again.”

You laughed. “I really need to work on my servings.”

“Don’t. I like it when you bring food in.”

You sat down and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep baking and cooking for you.”

He played with his cup a little. “I was thinking, because your food was so popular today that we could make this a regular thing, if you want?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“I will help, so maybe we could set up days where we cook and bake together at my place or yours.”

“How about yours? You know, because you have your medical things there in case your knee hurts.” You blushed. “I’m sorry for suggesting that.”

“No, no, it makes sense to be at mine. If I have a bad day I won’t be able to cook at yours due to there being steps up to your front door.”

You sighed in relief. “Great, I didn’t want to offend you.”

“You never would. You’re so kind and sweet to me.” He smiled a little. “So, my place it is.”

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