#snk reader insert | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wing-ed-thing · 2 years ago

Text

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Erwin x Reader)

Synopsis: You and Erwin just made the title of Section Commander, and you insist on a night out with the troops to celebrate and boost morale. Erwin hates crowded public affairs and making a fool of himself, and yet, you managed to talk him into both.

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags/Warnings: Drinking and Alcohol, Partying, Drinking Encouragement, Reader Does a Handstand, Come for the Fun, Stay for the Feels

Notes: Ah, this has been sitting, aging if you will like a fine wine. Happy birthday, Daddy Sasageyo.

It hadn’t even taken him one full ale before he lost control of the situation.

“I’m doing a ‘cheers’ after our speech; you’ll want this.”

“After what—?”

“C’mon, Erwin, it’s a celebration!” you bellowed, slamming a pint down in front of him and giving him no time to speak. You held your own in a wobbly grip, grabbing his shoulder for support as you stepped up onto the bench next to him.

“Scouts, attention!” Your new squads snapped toward you out of habit as the noise in the room simmered. You raised your tankard to catch the warm light from the chandeliers above. “Thank you all for coming out tonight! It’s an honor to serve as the new section commanders for your squads.”

You nudged Erwin, and he scrambled to stand with the handle of his ale in hand. He opted to stay on the ground.

“Yes, we look forward to working with all of you,” he announced with a curt nod. Erwin squared his shoulders back, just slightly reeling from the impromptu attention.

“You’ll hear enough of our voices during drills, so we won’t talk long. But—” You offered the pub of soldiers a salute. —“Thank you for your service. Let’s kick some titan ass together! Drinks on us!”

The roar of cheering that filled the hall drowned out Erwin’s “what?”

His brows rose on his forehead as his eyes widened in shock. He looked up at where you stood on the bench. You took a sip of your ale as the members of your squads celebrated amongst each other. The crowd had erupted in cheers again before Erwin could question you.

“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”

You laughed, turning to catch his eye. Erwin’s shoulders slumped, playfully raising his brow at you as he glanced from you to his full ale. You shrugged, letting out another light laugh as you offered your hand, and Erwin stepped up onto the bench with a sigh and a shake of his head. The room erupted as you both took a swig of your ales.

Just as Erwin was about to take his lips from the rim, he glanced at you, watching as the bottom of your cup gradually rose. He tried his best to keep up with you, but he was soon forced to tap out. The slightest dribble of ale ran down the corner of his lips, and you were already holding up your empty cup in triumph.

Your new squads, imbibing in their free ale, chanted your name and weren’t ashamed to inform Erwin’s squads whose section commander was best.

That’s what Erwin believed started the whole thing.

Barely an hour into the night, all the other soldiers had cleared out a circle in the middle of the pub, hollering and cheering while Hanji held Erwin’s legs by the tops of his boots as he wobbled. Erwin disliked large gatherings as much as he disliked making a fool of himself, yet you managed to drag him into both.

“You can do it, Section Commander!” a subordinate from one of Erwin’s squads cried, pushing through the crowd and spilling a bit of ale on the wooden floor below. Erwin’s button-down began to tug out from his waistband, bunching around the two straps just above his hips. The soldier elbowed a member of one of your squads. “I’m willing to put some coin down that Section Commander Smith will win this one!”

“You’re on!”

You glanced over at Erwin, hairs falling over your face as you remained perfectly still. His palms shifted on the floor as his forearms shook with the slightest tension.

“Hanji’s going to have to let you go eventually,” you teased. Erwin was too deep in concentration to even look at you. Hanji released his knees tentatively, but it was only a matter of seconds before Erwin began to tilt and clatter to the ground.

A volley of cheers and exclamations of disappointment resounded from the surrounding troops as money was exchanged and drinks continued to pour. You elegantly placed your feet back onto the floor, dismounting from your handstand with far more grace than Erwin had. Although, he hardly performed a one to begin with.

“Sorry.” Hanji bowed their head sheepishly as Erwin picked himself off the floor, dusting off his pants as he did so. The corners of his lips threatened to tug upwards.

“I don’t think it was happening, anyway,” he resigned with a shrug. He offered Hanji a curt nod. “Thank you for your assistance.”

“How do you like that, Smith?” you bellowed, arms raised in the air to garner affirmation from your squads. You polished off your umpteenth ale of the night before you were hoisted onto the shoulders of your subordinates. Erwin tongued the inside of his lower lip, the corners of his mouth pinched in a playfully bitter smirk. “Have you had enough? Because if you have, you can just admit right here that I’m the better section commander.”

“I’m going to get you back on this next one.” He gestured curtly in the air in front of him before crossing his arms. Erwin cast his gaze toward the ceiling, unable to help the continued feeling of awkwardness that coated his chest.

He had never been one for parties—quiet social gatherings, yes, or the odd schmoozing of political figures, but this. Time seemed to stop as Erwin took in the laughing, cheering faces of his squad members around him.

They were laughing at him, getting increasingly more drunk in the presence of their new section commander. And he couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t consider that fact more outrageous, for certainly nothing in the Survey Corps was a laughing matter.

Erwin felt a nudge to his side. He glanced down toward Hanji, whose eyes followed your celebration with a certain warmness. They didn’t even peak out from behind their bangs as they spoke just loudly enough to be heard over the crowd.

“You’re smiling.” They rocked on their heels. “It’s a good look for you.”

Erwin wavered, blinking to himself as his subtle unconscious smile faltered. Hanji continued to observe the celebration, a soft expression on their face. Erwin’s head bowed, bobbing with a few nods. He chuckled to himself, the light shell of his smile etching dimples into his cheeks.

***

“Why?” he had asked you when you proposed the very idea of a party. Erwin had stalled, practically sputtering the word as his eyebrows knitted in perplexment. He had looked at you as if you were absolutely daft, even as your shining eyes stared into his with giddiness.

“The squads deserve to be celebrated,” you stated matter-of-factly. Erwin held his stern expression, unconvinced. He frowned, turning his attention back to his task.

“The squads haven’t changed anything but their leadership.” His words caused you to drop your cordial smile. You looped your thumbs on the straps of your uniform as you shifted your weight on your back leg. Your bottom leaned on the armrest of the couch behind you.

“And as new leaders, don’t you think we should, you know, boost morale? Build some interpersonal relationships?” You watched as Erwin rose from where he knelt, leaving a box of books that still needed to be organized on the shelf beside his desk. Various boxes of papers and personal effects littered the wooden surface.

“I don’t know about you, Section Commander, but I’ve already committed the information from my subordinate’s files to memory,” he said, a hand hovering over a cardboard box. “Our new squads will build relationships with us as their leaders.” You sat up with a pout, maneuvering your feet back to the ground, sitting up straight.

“Memorizing a picture is hardly a morale booster.”

“Perhaps a rousing peroration, then.”

“Erwin.”

“You’re not a part of the herd anymore,” he stated sternly with a single nod. Erwin rested his palms behind him on the surface of his desk, letting his head tilt to the side with a sigh. You watched as he blinked. Erwin exhaled your name as his bright blue eyes fluttered open again. “Your new squads will trust your leadership, your skill, as well as your word as you lead them outside.”

You let out a slow and steady stream of air as you leaned to the side to lounge on the back cushion of the couch. Your elbow dug into the stiff fabric. Your palm propped up your head. Erwin stretched, something loud cracking from his neck.

“I know the point you’re trying to make, but—” You gazed off toward the bookshelf Erwin had stopped filling. —“I can be the best at anything in a professional sense, but would they be able to trust us on the ground?” You met Erwin’s eye. Your knuckles grazed against your cheek. “You can memorize their files, but can they count on your humanity?”

Erwin puffed to himself. The single word lit up his face in morbid curiosity. He brushed a hand over his chin. His finger jutted out to trace his bottom lip as he thought to himself. One of his pads absentmindedly fixated on a patch he missed while shaving.

“I think this less had to do with humanity and more to do with you wanting a night out,” he jested, but the ponderance on Erwin’s face remained. You stood.

“Whether you think it belongs in this line of work or not, I don’t think spending some time with them would be such a bad idea.”

Erwin stared as you stood in front of him. He knew that determined glint in your eye anywhere. You hadn’t lost your glimmer since your cadet years. Erwin heaved himself back into an upright position, not forgetting the unpacking he still had to do.

“I’ll think about it,” he resigned, and you smiled. You knew what that meant because you knew him just as well as he knew you.

***

The back doors burst open, causing a break in the boisterous noise.

Erwin pulled up two low stools, dragging them to the center of the manmade circle just in time for Miche to arrive with a rolling cart. He rolled it straight to Erwin, who tossed a seat to the other side. Erwin took his place on the white side of the chess board, arms crossed and a smug look about him.

And the pub absolutely lost it.

“Oh, fuck, it just got real!” The gathering of soldiers resounded in gasps and astonished cries, jumping up and down amongst each other as Erwin’s squads scrambled to make bets. Miche togged the cart’s breaks down with his boot. The carved and polished stone pieces hardly budged. They looked heavy.

“You’re kidding…” You gawked from the game board to the mischievous glint in Erwin’s eye. He hitched the heel of his boot on the bottom rung of his stool, resting his head on his folded knuckles. You blinked at the sight as he waited patiently for you to join. “Are you serious?”

“I thought I got to pick the next round,” Erwin said, unable to help the cockiness that laced his words. He shrugged, shifting in his seat with anticipation. “Or are you shy because you know you’ll lose?”

You only stared a moment more before you downed the rest of the ale in your cup, shoving the empty tankard to one of your new subordinates. You immediately took your place in front of the black pieces, fueled by a fury of determination.

“Best two out of three?” You took the initiative of making the first move. Erwin’s shoulders bobbed in amusement, not fighting you on the decision as he moved his piece. You didn’t hesitate to respond as the turn bounced back and forth between you.

“I don’t think that’s up to you, considering it’s my challenge.”

Erwin took your bishop. You were already losing.

“I thought you’d pick a drinking game or arm wrestling, not sending Miche to get your chess set.” You blinked at the board, shaking your head as you made your next move. Erwin immediately took that piece, replacing it with his knight. “I don’t know how you can even focus.”

“I didn’t realize there were rules,” he snarked, clearing out another volley of your pieces. You were suffering heavy losses, especially compared to the three pieces of Erwin’s that sat on your side of the board. “It doesn’t hurt that I haven’t had as much to drink as you have.” He shrugged, not even hiding the snicker that hissed through his teeth.

“Playing dirty, huh?” You took one of his pawns.

“Just playing to my surroundings.”

“Sure.”

Erwin beat you three-for-three, concluding the last of your slew of competitions for the night. It was late when the excitement began to die down. Several members of your squads cleaned up what they could, gathering trash and leftover drinks neatly together for the employees whom you tipped a gracious amount of money.

A few soldiers from Erwin’s squad offered him a few salutes on their way out. Soldiers from yours gave you some pats on the back, thanking you for a fun night out. Erwin swept the floors until an employee took the broom from him after a few meek attempts.

“That’s… not necessary,” the poor girl said. You laughed, ushering him out of the pub with one last thanks to the workers.

You stood out on the street together, almost reeling from what happened. You let out a deep sigh, hands on your hips as you stared at the sky. Erwin had his chess set tucked under his arm, the board itself a thin box containing the neatly organized pieces. His forehead was slick with sweat. The first three buttons of his shirt had become undone somewhere over the course of the night.

You caught each other in an inadvertent glance. Erwin’s hair was messy.

“I guess you’re the better section commander after all.” You held out your hand, much to Erwin’s surprise. You cocked your head at his moment of hesitancy, a warm smile on your lips. He grasped your hand firmly, his palms clammy. He had a professional shake, even tipsy. You wouldn’t expect any less.

“It was all just fun,” Erwin deflected, diplomatic as usual. The word sounded so foreign coming out of his mouth.

“You’re just saying that because you won,” you scoffed, stepping out into the street. Erwin followed you down the cobblestone.

“It was all just fun,” he repeated, taking a few long strides to catch up with you. Erwin stopped you, a ghost of a touch barely grazing your wrist. You stood alone, just the two of you on the silent road. “You made it possible.”

“It took a lot of convincing,” you muttered with a bob of your eyebrows.

“It was smart. You made a strategic call at a time that mattered.” The moon shone high overhead amongst a clear sky, casting beams that lit up Erwin’s eyes and the street below. His nose cast a distinct shadow across his cheek as he stood in front of you, one of few times you had ever witnessed him unkempt. “You’ll make a fine section commander. Your squads are lucky to have you.”

You cast your gaze to the ground.

“Thank you, Erwin.”

Tall shadows morphed over the faces of buildings for the entire stretch you walked across Trost. You made the trek in relative silence until you made it back. Lit lanterns cast a warm glow onto the street in front of the barracks in a complimentary contrast to the silvery shimmer of the night.

Erwin immediately began to depart, peeling away as he headed toward his quarters. Something inside you sank with disappointment as you watched him leave your peripheral. You turned in the opposite direction.

But you didn’t hesitate to turn as you heard your name. Erwin stood on a set of steps, the top of his head almost disappearing onto the above level.

“I’ll see you for drills tomorrow,” he called, “But be aware, I am certain my squads will out-perform yours.” You could still see the deep dimples on his cheeks, even from a distance away. You gave an exaggerated roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, right.” You shook your head, pointing in his direction. “You’re on.”

You both departed, retiring to bed to start your first day as commanding officers together.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

67 notes · View notes

l8niteth0ts · 10 days ago

Text

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓: 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

NSFW ALPHABET

Here are my headcanons for Reiner in a modern au!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,219

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Written with a fem! reader in mind! Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

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

Reiner is super loving and caring after sex. He'll typically finish inside of you, and pull you close immediately after, still inside of you. He'll brush your hair softly, kissing your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings to you. He'll praise you, telling you how good you were during sex. He'll also constantly reminds you how much he loves you.

"You're amazing. You're so beautiful, baby. I love you." "You're so good to me, princess. How did I get so lucky?" "I'm the luckiest man alive. I love you so much, darlin'. Don't ever forget it."

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

Yours: Reiner loves your ass, lol. He's always smacking it, squeezing it, pinching it, staring at it. He loves seeing you wearing tight pants or skirts, and loves being able to see the shape of your cheeks through your clothing. Loves the way you look in a thong, too.

His: Reiner likes his muscles. He loves knowing that he's strong, and able to hold you and carry you easily. He also loves knowing how much you love his muscles. It makes him feel proud.

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

Reiner’s a groaner, and he loves cumming inside of your pussy. He’s got a bit of a breeding kink—lowkey or highkey, depending on his mood. Holding you close after, whispering shit like “you take it so well,” like it’s the most intimate thing in the world. He loves to push his cum back inside of you if it starts to dribble out, never wanting a drop to get wasted. He usually only cums inside of you, but if you don't want him to, he'll cum on your stomach.

"Take it, baby, take my cum. Gonna fill you up, fill you with my kids." "You'll make a great momma, you're gonna look so pretty with my kid inside of you."

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

Reiner has a panty kink. He loves finding your used panties in your laundry basket, sniffing them, immediately getting hard at the thought of you wearing them previously. He will tuck them into his pocket, and carry them to the bathroom to masturbate with them in his hands. Sometimes, he'll masturbate with your panties in the same hand as the one he's using to stroke himself. He will put them back into your laundry basket when he's done, and he prays you never find out about his little secret.

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

Reiner is a little experienced, nothing too crazy. He had a couple of girlfriends back in high school and college, but only went all the way with two of them. So, he’s a little experienced. He knows how to listen to what you want, and he’s good at giving it to you. He’s a quick learner, and he’s eager to please. He loves drawing out little whimpers and moans from you, so he’ll do whatever he needs to to make you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reiner loves when you ride him. He loves when you lean forward, and kiss him as you fuck yourself silly on top of him. He loves to grab your hips or your ass, and hold you still as he fucks up into you when your legs get tired.

He also loves missionary. He loves towering over you, his hands on either side of your head as he looms above you. He loves to push your legs as far up as they can go, and grip the backs of your thighs as he pummels himself into you at a relentless pace.

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’. You feel so f-fucking good, too.” “Holy shit, baby, you were fucking m-made for me.” “You take my cock so well, princess, I-I love you so much.”

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

He can be a little goofy during sex—he likes to make jokes occasionally to keep things light if you're feeling uncomfortable due to the size of him, but he doesn't joke too often.

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

Reiner's got a nice dark blonde patch of hair that he trims regularly, and he has a dark blonde happy trail leading down his naval to his groin.

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

Oh, he is very intimate. He makes love more than he fucks, but don't get me wrong, he can very easily do both. He makes sure to tell you how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He tells you repeatedly how much he wants you to be his wife and the mother of his children.

"Love you so much, baby. I-I love you so, so much." "You'd look so pretty pregnant with m-my babies, princess. You'd make the most p-perfect mother." "Can't wait to make you my wife, darlin'. N-Need you around forever. Want you to be mine, o-only mine."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a little more frequently than others, but nothing out of the ordinary. If you're not home and he's horny, he'll open his gallery to photos and videos of you and get to work. If he's at work and you've sent him nudes, he'll run to the bathroom really quick to jerk one out, making sure to record it and send it to you, telling you how he can't wait to fuck you when he gets home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, size kink, strength kink, breeding kink, spit kink. Reiner loves it when you tell him he's a good boy, that he fucks you so good and so much better than anyone else, that he's doing a good job. He loves how much bigger he is than you, and how large his cock is inside of you—he loves knowing that it stretches you out deliciously every time. He loves how strong he is, and how he can loom over you and pin your wrists atop your head, leaving you helpless and unable to break free. He loves the thought of filling you with his cum, with his children—loves to think of you as his pretty little pregnant wife. He loves to spit on your pussy before he eats it, loves it when you stick out your tongue so he can spit on it—loves watching you swallow it, too. He also loves when you spit on his cock before shoving it in your mouth.

"That feel good, baby? You like the way my big fat cock stretches out you tiny little cunt, huh? Yeah, you do. Tell me how good it feels, princess." "Open wide, darlin'." He'll spit in your mouth, watching as you swallow the glob of saliva, and his stomach will twist in delight. "So fucking sexy, darlin'. You're such a good girl."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is his favorite, but he's no stranger to fucking you in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, shower, or rest rooms in public. But he likes to have sex in bed, where you can ride him, or he can hover over you and look deep into your eyes.

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

His thoughts. You could be doing something as innocent as eating dinner while watching a movie, and he can't help but watch you put your fork in your mouth, wishing it was his cock instead.

"Baby," he'll whine softly, setting the remote down. You'll look at him with a soft smile, and sigh playfully. "Yes, Rei?" He'll look you up and down, and you already know what he's asking for. "C'mon," you'll chuckle, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the bedroom.

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

Hmm, I don't really think Reiner would be into degradation too much. The occasional "dirty girl" or "needy girl" will pass his lips, but never "whore, slut, bitch," etc. He knows it's in the heat of the moment, and he knows you know it's not how he really feels, but he can't help but feel bad.

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

REINER IS A MUNCHHHHH!!! He loves having his face between your thighs, licking and lapping and slurping at your cunt like a man starved. He loves it when you squeeze your plush thighs against his head, pulling him closer. He loves to stick his tongue inside your pussy while his fingers work your clit, moaning inside of you due to the noises you make yourself. Will definitely make you cum more than once just from cunnilingus.

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

I think Reiner would be slow and sensual more often than fast and rough, but he is totally down for both. He wants you to know that he loves you—wants you to know how much he loves you, so he likes when it's slow. It's easier to kiss you, to caress you, to whisper in your ear. But if you ask for it faster, harder, rougher? He will deliver.

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

He loves them. We know he’s all about slow, sensual sex, but there’s something about the desperation of a quickie that drives him crazy. Maybe it’s the thrill. Maybe it’s how your moans echo in his head for the rest of the day.

“C’mere. Just five minutes. I need you.” “You’re gonna get me fired,” he growls against your neck, grinding into you in a half-cleaned storage closet. “Shit—don’t make noise. You know what that does to me.”

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

More than he’ll ever admit out loud. He’s so paranoid about getting caught, but the second you give him that look? All logic goes out the window. He’s especially weak for things like car sex in a dark parking lot or slipping his hand between your thighs under a table at dinner.

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

He has absurd stamina. Man is built like a tank and fucks like it, too. One round? That’s just the warm-up. Two rounds? Expected. Three? He’s still rock hard. He’ll go until you give up—and even then, he might just pull you into his lap and keep grinding.

“You said one more round. That was two rounds ago.” You'll tell him, face flushed and overstimulated. “What’s wrong, baby? Too sensitive?” He'll ask with a smirk. “I’ll stop if you really want me to… but you don’t, do you?”

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

Reiner owns a couple of vibrators for you, after you asked him if he'd be okay with using them. He loves using them on you, watching you come apart due to his cock inside of you and the toy abusing your clit. He doesn't use toys on himself, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He pretends he’s not a tease—but he totally is. He gets off on drawing things out: letting his fingers dance over your thighs, kissing everywhere but where you need, dragging your pleasure to the brink over and over. And when you beg? That’s his reward.

“Use your words. You want something, ask for it.” “Aww. Is my baby getting desperate already?” “I love seeing you like this… trembling just from my fingers.”

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

Man is loud. Reiner has no shame when it comes to being vocal. He will moan, groan, grunt, and praise you like there's no tomorrow. He knows his voice turns you on, and you love listening to his sounds of pleasure, so he makes sure to be extra noisy just for you.

"F-Fuck, baby, you're so fucking—hahhh—tight. Fuckin' pussy feels so Goddamn good, princess."

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

We've discussed how Reiner likes when you ride him, but he secretly loves it when you ride him and he gets to just lay there, watching you. We all know Reiner works out like a machine, has broad shoulders and thick thighs that could crush a watermelon, and when he wants to, he can absolutely rail you into the mattress like a man possessed. But secretly? His favorite thing is when you climb on top and take control—when he can just lay back, muscles slack, jaw hanging open while you bounce on his cock and make him fall apart.

There's something deeply intimate in the way he looks at you in those moments—like you're the only thing in the world that matters. He’ll watch you with those heavy-lidded eyes, hands gripping your hips just barely, not to guide you, but to feel you. He moans deep and low, head tossed back on the pillow, abs flexing as he fights not to cum too soon. You’ll hear a string of desperate praises slip out of that usually composed mouth:

“You look so fucking good like that...” “Riding me like you own me—fuck, baby, I can’t take it...” “I’m close—please, just a little more, don’t stop—shit—”

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

Big dick energy! Reiner's big and he knows it. Reiner is around 7.5 to 8 inches long, and he is very girthy. Every time with Reiner, it's like your first all over again. He stretches you out, and almost always knocks the air out of your lungs. You always need a minute to adjust, but he doesn't mind. If anything, it makes him feel more confident in himself.

"How does it feel, baby?" He'll ask. "Fuck, Rei," you'll whimper. "Y-You're so big, I-I can barely t-take it." "But I know you can," he'll smirk, pushing more of his thick cock inside your tight walls. "You always do."

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

He's got a pretty high sex drive, he likes to have sex at least a few times a week. Preferably once a day, but he understands life happens. If you're busy, tired, not in the mood—no harm no foul! He's more than happy to lie in bed with you, and cuddle.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner's quick to fall asleep in your arms after sex—he can't help it. He feels so safe and warm in your grasp, and it makes him feel right at home. He'll softly run his fingers up and down your back until he falls asleep, and he usually snores lol.

AOT MASTERLIST

OTHER AOT CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

REINER BRAUN MASTERLIST

ʚɞ

186 notes · View notes

ridingtorohan · 1 year ago

Text

How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Masterlist _ Join the taglist!

ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

847 notes · View notes

clare-875 · 11 months ago

Text

Not You (Levi x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader Summary: Levi has a nightmare that he loses you and he doesn't handle it well Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Descriptions of blood and death, Reverse comfort [AOT Masterlist] _____

It was one scream.

Piercing and sharp as it rang through the air, and yet Levi knew instantly who it was. His heart rate picks up, pure panic reaching the depths of his mind, prompting the movement of his body as he runs. His eyes dart around him but all he sees is darkness.

Where were you?

Another scream echoes through space threatening hysteria.

His body moves, it had come from his right. He runs faster, sweat drenching his form. His limbs are heavy, as though he trudged through mud. His mind was pacing, pushing away the thoughts of the worst. He curses the way he seems to have forgotten something as simple as movement as it feels like eons until he catches a glimpse of a struggling shadow. His breath gets caught in his throat, his feet now stuck to the ground by some invisible chain that he can't wretch free of. His heart races so fast he can now scarcely breathe and he doesn't know how to escape the oncoming terror.

"LEVI!!"

Your voice is shrill pushing through the restraints of your panic and pain. It seeps through the sobs that rake through your body, it drips with fear and dread, just like the blood that pours from you. Crimson adorns your figure; it's all Levi can see. It falls from your hands that try to pry away from the Titan you are in the hold of, it falls from your temple seeping into the white of your eyes, it breaks from your skin under the weight of its hold. Your gaze is frantic, panic-driven: it's horror.

"[y-y/n]?"

Levi's voice is lost in the phobia that fills him. His breath shakes and stutters as he tries to move, but again he fails.

Why why why why.

It's all that fills him, the same words on his mind.

Why were you here?

Why were you dying; he had sworn to keep you safe.

Why can't he move?

"L-LEVI, PLEASE-!!"

Your voice is helpless under the weight of your oncoming demise as it pleads him to move. He tries. He has never tried so hard to get his slack limbs to move as much as he did now. He tries to push against the agony and restraint and yet nothing.

"[Y-Y/N]!!"

His voice is a roar across space as your eyes look at him in pure devastation.

"W-why, why won't you save me?"

Levi's heart drops to the floor at the utter devastation and the sobs that lace your words. The heavy feeling of your voiced disappointment churns in his chest.

No.

“I-"

Levi tries to speak once more but now it feels as though the restraints on his form have gagged him of speech.

No.

God please no.

"You said you'd save me, you promised-"

Your voice is interrupted by another agonising scream that has Levi losing his mind. He struggles to connect his mind to his body and yet no matter how much he cries in silence there is no movement. Levi feels hot tears of pure panic reach the rims of his eyes, threatening to break free as he bears witness to the series of events he has seen too often in his life.

But not you, please not you.

"L-Levi”

His eyes are forced upon a sight he wished he died before he'd see. The Titan evidently has had enough of its malice as it squeezes hard against your form, causing your body to collapse under the hold. In the silence the final wheeze of your voice.

“Save me”

…..

Levi's gasps are erratic as his eyes shoot open meeting darkness.

His confused state is dangerously out of control as he grasps at the bed sheets beneath him for stability, squeezing them so tight he almost tears it. His mind reels trying to catch up to reality, but the events of what has happened in his mind are still eerily sure in his head. He tries to control his hysteric state, pushing his hands into his face breathing shortly before trying to slow them down.

Was it real?

Please no.

No no no no...

Levi's hand has never darted so quickly to the figure that should be beside him; beside him asleep. Only, his hand meets a coolness that has his heart jolting harshly in his chest. His eyes dart to his side, gaze wide, mind frantic. When he sees that no one is there, that you aren't there, that's when he loses it, he is lost in hysteria.

Levi flies out from his bed unstable, eyes darting in the darkness of the room. His voice is lost within him out of fear at the lack of response he might find. He turns on the lamps in the room to see the empty space around him, he moves quick across your shared bedroom ripping open doors and racing across space.

"[y-y/n]"

His voice is breathless, barely heard as he unsteadily rushes across the rooms. He checks the office, he checks the bathroom, he checks every crevice no matter how stupid it might be. He needs to. He needs you to be alive; to be here.

"[y/n]!"

His voice is louder now but is met with silence. The only response that reaches him now is the dwindling remembrance of your voice; your words.

"You promised me."

Levi shakes his head, hand raking through his locks harshly.

"Please."

Levi goes for the door handle, intent on ripping apart headquarters to find you, to prove he hadn't failed you.

“Save me."

Tears threaten him as he goes to open the door only for it to open abruptly.

It revealed you.

You look up in surprise, having got yourself something quick to drink in the middle of the night from the kitchen. It had been a long internal debate; you knowing the effects of PTSD upon both of you. It brought horrendous nightmares, ones that had you questioning your reality and your sanity. But Levi had finally seemed to be asleep long and well enough for you to slip briefly from the bed beside him so you could quench your thirst.

Evidently, you were wrong.

Levi looks at you in shock, rigid form and tears lingering in his eyes. He looks tense, more than you have ever seen; as though one wrong move might cause devastation. You find yourself rigid as your eyes turn behind him to where the room you had left is now pulled apart as though there was a struggle. Your gaze meets your lover once more as your mind connects the dots. You move forward hesitantly.

"Levi?"

He turns to you then, finally breaking free of the turmoil he had faced in such a short period of time. You move forward seeing the shock, the dread, the relief pouring from him. You reach out gently and he instantly responds to your touch as you hold him against you and he puts his arms tight around your form. His hands shake subtly but his embrace is taut and you let him be.

He lets himself breathe.

He lets himself catch up to reality.

He begs to whatever being is up there, that they don't take you away from him.

You stay there for long moments, him just matching your breathing, inhaling your sweet scent and losing himself in the soft caress of your touch.

Him, gripping onto his sanity.

"Levi?"

You say softly once you have stayed in his tight embrace for several long moments. You feel his limbs slowly start to slack as he releases you of his form, but barely lets you an inch out of his grasp.

"Are you okay?"

Levi can barely look up to you as you meet his shadowed gaze.

"I'm sorry, I just went to get something to drink. I didn't think- What happened?"

Levi's hand is within your own as you squeeze it gently, hoping to provide some comfort to his blatant pain. Levi's voice shakes but drips of grief and exhaustion as he speaks to you.

"Just don't- don't die... not you."

You look up at his defeated form, so uncharacteristically vulnerable, so utterly embodied by the emotions you know he tries so hard to hide. You pull him to the couch in the room as you sit beside each other.

"I won't."

The both of you know that there was no truth to your words. Anyone could die when beyond the walls; it seemed death would come even when you were within them. But Levi allowed the contentment of your words to seep within him. He allowed your hands to gently caress his raven locks and allowed the warmth of your body to bring him back to his reality. He pushed away the lingering words you spoke to him in the depths of his dreams: the disappointment, the echoing screams.

He never told you all of what happened in his nightmare but you could guess well enough. You found all the answers you would need in the way he muttered under his breath until the morning sun shone past the far-off horizon.

"Not you..."

630 notes · View notes

mrsblaileen · 15 days ago

Text

The Professor and the Janitor

Pairing: Levi Ackerman / Reader

Eventual Smut, Porn With Plot, Janitor Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Crime Boss Levi Ackerman, Crime Syndicate Member Levi Ackerman, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Desk Sex. MINORS DNI 18+

✎ Words: 7,686

✎ Chapters: 1/1

You are an esteemed Professor, having recently taken a job at Paradis University in a bid to escape from the boredom of your life in Marley. Levi is the campus Janitor/Handyman, and the unfortunate victim of a widespread rumor. But there was no way the quiet, reserved janitor could be some big shot crime lord. Sure, the man is undoubtedly efficient and intense, maybe bordering on intimidating, but the idea that he’s some mafioso, working undercover as a janitor to repay a debt after a big job went wrong, is just some ridiculous rumor spun up by bored, gossiping professors. Isn’t it?

ao3 link

──── ୨୧ ────

The afternoon air was crisp and biting.

An undeniable icy chill had settled over the earth; neglected by the light of the sun, hidden behind looming clouds, fat and heavy with rain. The brisk day made you thankful for the steaming cup of coffee clutched tightly in your hand, and that you had chosen to don a thicker blazer this morning.

The sound of your thin heels clicked over worn cobblestone, echoing through the external halls of Paradis University. Your eyes blinked clear and sharp, head held high to offer warm smiles to the lingering students as you made your way to your designated lecture hall.

The last few months had been just the break you needed from the hustle and bustle of your life in Marley.

You’d been teaching at one of the larger campus' in the heart of the city. You loved what you taught, and you had reached a level of esteem in your personal circle of academia that would make anyone content, even thrilled. Despite the success of your career, you couldn’t help but feel stuck in the cycle of your daily life, unchallenged, and frankly bored with the endless monotony.

When one of your old classmates - a rather obnoxious man by the name of Zeke, who just happened to (unfortunately) share your major - had reached out on a whim to tell you he was quitting his placement at Paradis, and offered you to take the role, despite his sleazy promises that he would put good word in, the answer had been a no-brainer.

The city of Paradis was smaller than Marley by a wide margin, still a considerable metropolis by any account, but there was something different here, a unique energy nestled in between the old heritage buildings, the wide sprawling fields and dense forests - something exciting, alive. There was a distinct air of disconnectedness, as if you were standing on the edge of the earth, entirely separate from anything outside the city lines. The biggest difference you'd noticed had been the stark shift in culture. Paradis held an authenticity which was a welcome reprieve from the pompous self gratifying types, and deeply ingrained tall poppy syndrome you had come to know back home.

As you breathed in the fresh, cool air of the day, perfumed by the light scent of pine dancing on the breeze, a wave of calm settled over you. You couldn’t help but feel solidified in your decision.

“Good afternoon everyone!” You chirped as you breached the doorway of the lecture hall, taking a moment to steady the steaming cup of coffee on the patterned wood of your desk, lodged between neat piles of paperwork.

The room filled momentarily with a chorus of “Good afternoon Miss”, and you were pleased to note the tone of genuine enthusiasm.

You prided yourself on your work as an educator, and you liked to think that you straddled the thin line of strict and forgiving well. You were by no means a pushover, capable of being absolutely stern when it called for it. You wouldn’t have been one of Marley’s top educators in your field if you were spineless. As long as your students showed you respect; you were fair. In the short time you had been lecturing here, your students - all dedicated, passionate young minds - had earned something of a soft spot in your heart.

“Alright, so today I thought we could go back over some key concepts in preparation for the exam next week.” You slid a dark, thin laptop out from your bag and slotted in the wireless connector. The projector screen behind you blinked to life, reflecting cool blue light onto your back as the presentation slides loaded.

“How does that sound?” Your eyes flickered up to survey the room. You saw a few grateful nods, a few sighs of relief, a few students crumple back into their seats to relax into the session. You smiled. “Good! let’s get started.”

One of your students rose from his seat and bee-lined to the door, flickering the harsh overhead lights off in a practiced manner, leaving the room sufficiently dimmed.

The few down lights at the rear filled the space with a soft, warm ambiance. Enough light to take notes, but not quite bright enough to interrupt the slideshow.

You offered him a smile. “Thankyou Armin.”

He nodded briskly, flashed you a soft smile in return, and retook his seat. Settling in, pen in hand.

The lecture was an easy one.

Easy mostly because it was a topic you knew like the back of your hand, a personal favorite. Easy for your students as they had heard most of the content before. Your students had been working hard lately, and it was a Friday afternoon. With the wave of tiredness looming behind your eyelids, you were content to ease into the weekend with a peaceful refresher course.

You settled into the routine of the lecture, the click of the wireless presenter in your hand the only sound in the room aside from the steady flow of your voice, and the distant thrum of occasional raindrops on the glass of the windows. So ingrained in the flow of the presentation you hadn’t even noticed someone else enter the dimly lit room.

The only giveaway that anyone was there at all was the brief flicker of movement in the back of the class whenever a particularly bright slide would flash onscreen. And you could tell who it was immediately.

The campus janitor/handyman was something of an enigma. Levi - you had learned - was a quietly intense, somewhat elusive character.

You’d often be alone, only to turn around and suddenly find him marching a toolbox into your room to fix some wiring, or repair a leaky window. Sometimes you would email maintenance about a particularly creaky desk, or your A/C not working quite right. You’d never hear back from anyone, but the next time you came into your office, your A/C would be streaming cooled air into the room, set to a perfect, comfortable temperature, and the rickety desk would be mysteriously replaced with a shining new one.

In some cases, he’d sneak in during a lecture, unbeknownst to you, like he had today. You didn’t mind, not really. He was quick and quiet, didn’t interrupt you as he went about whatever task he had assigned. Every so often you’d catch a steely eye flicker toward you from under dark hair as you spoke, you’d assumed something in your marathon of a lecture had finally caught his attention, but found that his eyes didn’t wander to the slide deck behind you at all. They just hovered, dark and intense, on you. The attention had never ceased to send a shiver up the curve of your spine.

So what, the janitor has a little crush, you'd thought. It wouldn’t be the first time in your life you'd dealt with this type of situation. Not that you were particularly self centered, but you weren’t blind either. You were a successful, intelligent woman, and you put effort into your appearance. Fabric rollers coiled tight in your hair overnight, perfectly plucked eyebrows, sleek stiletto heels, and polished business attire came together to form the image of what you hoped was a refined, respectable woman. You’d learnt long ago, as unfortunate of a fact as it was, and as bitter of a taste it left on your tongue, in business - at least as a woman - looks really were everything.

When you gazed back up, pausing near the tail end of your lecture to take a much needed breath, his eyes were no longer on you, turned to focus instead on one of the down lights at the back of the room, which you had just now noticed the bulb had blown on.

Turning your own focus back to the presentation at hand, you finished discussing the last slide, thankful to finally be done talking. You paused for any questions, silently pleased when there were none, then concluded the session.

Students streamed out of the hall leisurely, a few paused near your desk to thank you for the lecture, some lingered to ask you follow up questions privately, or inquire about the content of next weeks exam. When you were finally left alone, you felt uncharacteristically exhausted by the whole affair. Slumped back to lean a hip onto your desk, you puffed a breath slowly out of your parted lips, crossing your arms against the chill that had subtly crept into the room from the cascading door.

Rubbing your hands over your arms in a bid to warm them, your eyes naturally slid over to the only other movement in the room. Levi was now perched about halfway up a silver ladder, brows furrowed in focus as he unscrewed the light, lithe fingers gripping the flat metal tight. You watched a tendon twitch in his toned forearm, eyes roaming freely over the swell of his bicep, peeking out from under the dark green of the boiler suit he always wore.

“Professor! You’re still here.” The sudden voice snapped you out of your act of mild voyeurism, you felt an uncharacteristic blush flood your cheeks, somewhat guilty at having been caught staring.

Turning your head, you were met with the warm smile of one of your colleagues, Mikhail, a professor of food and nutrition science. He stood in the doorway, dark hair dampened slightly with rain, specks of water droplets spattered over the shoulders of his woolen blazer. You smiled and beckoned him closer with a manicured hand.

“Professor, what a pleasant surprise.” You teased.

Mikhail was one of your closest colleagues, you may even have dared to call him a friend. The first to introduce himself, and buy you a coffee on your first day. He was consistently checking in on you, making sure you were comfortable, inviting you to after work drinks to meet the faculty. He had slowly wormed his way into your daily routine, a friendly, welcome constant. It was a comfort to know you had at least one true friend in your new life, and despite your chastising tone - you liked him.

And, if you had come to know him at all over your short time together, you were sure he was here to spread some ridiculous gossip he had undoubtedly heard from a less than questionable source.

He entered the room and leaned down to press a chaste kiss against your cheek, pushing a Styrofoam cup into your hand. Your skin tingled pleasantly at the warmth, and the familiar scent of green tea leaves wafted to your nose.

“Tea, right? I know you’ve been big on watching your caffeine consumption lately.” Mikhail piped, and you nodded, bringing the cup to your nose to inhale the smooth scent with a sigh of satisfaction.

“You know green tea has just as much caffeine as coffee?” He ribbed, ever the nutritionist, dark eyes sparkling with humor.

You groaned, and rolled your eyes at him, clutching the cup close to chase the warmth. “Let a girl dream, I like the taste anyway.”

He tutted. "Just the sort of delusion I would expect from a literary major." He smiled at you, voice light and teasing.

You watched his doe brown eyes roam the room as he took a slow sip from his own cup, black coffee if you had to bet. He ran a hand through his dark hair, and your eyes caught, perplexed, on the corner of his mouth as it twitched and turned downwards ever so slightly. Following his gaze, your eyes reached the man at the back of the room, still settled comfortably on the ladder, hands working over the faulty light bulb. Levi didn’t turn his head, didn’t give any indication at all that he had noticed Mikhail's arrival.

“So, Mikhail.” You interrupted, brow furrowed slightly at your friends sudden change in attitude. “What did you find out? that glint in your eye never means anything good.” Your tone aimed for lighthearted, and you were pleased when Mikhail's head whipped around to face you, clearly reminded of why he had traipsed through the cold, rainy weather to see you in the first place.

You were soon deep in the easy flow of conversation. As you had suspected, nothing but idle gossip, but an entertaining distraction nonetheless. You discovered that Mikhail had caught one of the science professors attempting to smuggle lab rats off campus under a lab coat, making you nearly choke on your tea. Though he wouldn't share names, you had your suspicions.

The conversation remained light and relaxed, but you could see the nervous tap of your colleagues fingers against the rim of the Styrofoam cup, the way his eyes kept flickering over to the dark haired man as he worked, seemingly entirely unbothered by your idle chatter.

Lost in the flow of conversation, you barely noticed when Levi descended the ladder, and began making his way down the short steps of the hall towards you, towards the door.

You caught his eyes as he passed, struck suddenly with the intensity of his gaze. Your breath caught. You’d never noticed his eyes were grey.

“Thankyou.” You managed, earning only a slight grunt and a brisk nod before he was gone.

When the man had finally escaped the room, ladder in tow, you heard your colleague breath an honest to god sigh of relief, his eyes glued still to where Levi had been standing in the doorway.

You chuckled and nudged him gently with your shoulder.

“What’s the problem?” You questioned, tone light and chiding as you studied your colleague with curious eyes. “You look like you saw a ghost or something.”

"I shouldn't say..." Mikhail hesitated, eyes down turned, glued onto the swirl of coffee in his cup to avoid your seeking gaze.

You laughed at that, a genuine, full-bodied cackle of disbelief. "What? You're telling me that Mikhail - Paradis City's biggest gossip - is refusing to spill?"

You had heard Mikhail spread frankly outrageous, ludicrous stories about nearly everyone on campus remorselessly, countless times without batting an eyelash. You bumped him with your hip, teasing, as you took another sip from your cup, tea now sufficiently cooled.

"C'mon." You pleaded. "Tell me what you've heard about our reserved, serious handyman."

Mikhail frowned, fine lines deepened over his worried brow as he peered at you with wide, nervous eyes. "Okay, but you seriously can't say anything. Don't let him hear you talk about it."

Your smile faltered slightly, skewed by your colleagues sudden bout of seriousness. You couldn't deny the spark of curiosity that had lit at the unusual nature of the whole situation, what could possibly have the typically open, easygoing professor so bottled up?

Mikhail fixed you with an earnest look, thick brows knitted together, letting out a shaky breath before he began.

“Some people say he’s big in the underground." He whispered, hand pulled up to his mouth, peering around the room, eyes wide with worry, as if he was being watched.

"You know, has contacts that run deep, illegal stuff; crime." His voice was hushed low, like he was a teenager up past bedtime, telling a scary story at a sleepover over shushed giggles. "I heard he only took this shitty janitor job to repay some debt to the brass.”

An undeniable sense of relief pooled over you, and you chuckled, wiping a hand over your brows in disbelief. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard the same baseless rumor, despite the short time you'd been in Paradis. It was one of those infamous campus fairy tales, whispered low in the staff break room over hushed voices, or in the hallways by immature students trying to scare each other.

"Mikhail, that's ridiculous. There's no way you actually believe it." You retorted, turning away from him to toss your now empty cup into the dustbin next to your desk. When you straightened back up you saw your colleague shaking his head, face uncharacteristically grim.

“I'm serious, just watch it, okay?” He leaned forward to grip your hands in his, palms warm from the coffee cup as they engulfed yours. You flinched, briefly sobered by the unexpected tone of genuine concern in your friends voice.

You fixed him with an incredulous look, lips still pulled up into a smile.

There was no way the quiet, reserved janitor could be some big shot crime lord. The sheer concept was absolutely far-fetched. You could admit that the man was undoubtedly efficient and intense, maybe bordering on intimidating - sure, but the idea that he was some mafioso, working undercover as a janitor to repay a debt after a big job went wrong, was just some ridiculous rumor spun up by bored, gossiping professors.

Your mind wandered, memories of the flex of his arms, toned and muscled, clearly fortified from use. You thought about the click of his severe, stern jaw, and the swirl of something dark behind those deep silver eyes when he pinned you under his gaze.

You found that you had stopped smiling.

---

Later that night, you had settled well and truly into a mood.

Typically, chats with Mikhail left you feeling lighter, refreshed and comfortable - the perfect way to ease into a weekend of relaxed report writing. But your earlier discussion had left you uncharacteristically ruffled, mood undoubtedly soured.

You picked a loose string from the ottoman of your sofa set thoughtlessly, remnants of cold Italian takeout abandoned at your side as your eyes remained glued to the whir of text, buzzing on your laptop screen. You brought a thin rimmed glass to your lips, savoring the burst of deep red wine on your tongue as you scrolled.

You truthfully hadn’t bothered to do any real research on the history of Paradis before you arrived, it was a big enough town that you'd imagined all sorts of things happened on the daily. After living in a city as large and as diverse as Marley, you’d thought you would have seen next to everything there was to see in terms of what the public was capable of. But to your annoyance, your colleagues comments and generally shaken disposition had sparked your interest, driving a wedge of curiosity deep under your skin.

So here you were, alone in your high rise apartment on a Friday night, one bottle of wine already tucked away, another corked open, and nose buried in your keyboard as you scoured articles about rumors of Paradis' deep rooted criminal empires.

You blinked tired eyes over the screen, clicking onto yet another blue toned link. You watched some catchy, clickbait headline load onto the screen, "MITRAS BANK ROBBED IN FRIGHTENING HOLD UP - WORK OF THE SURVEY CORP?". Your hungry eyes devoured the article, skipping over blocks of typical text, the same flowery tone as most of the other fluffed up, filler articles.

Your fingers paused their scroll when you reached the end of the article, where a single photo was embedded. You leaned forward, hunched over the screen, blue light reflecting over the smudged lenses of your glasses. Your heart leapt to your throat.

It was a still, shaky shot, clearly taken amidst the incident in question.

Your eyes roamed over the image. Bank workers sprawled across the floor, unharmed but seemingly frozen in fear, hands thrown over their heads in meek surrender. In the background a few masked individuals - the perpetrators you assumed - stuffed wads of money into bags, some held hefty rifles, their mere presence clearly threatening enough without need to use them.

Your breath caught when your eyes reached the edge of the shot. A lone man stood to the side, head tilted up to watch the scene, exuding an air of cool intensity you could feel even from the still frame. He held a glittering silver pistol in a leather gloved hand, dark suit pressed neat, firearm polished until it gleamed. Another of the masked men leaned down to whisper something unknown in his ear.

A hard pit formed in your stomach at the spike of raven black hair, at the glint of silver eyes peeking out from behind the black mask. For a brief, heart stopping moment, you could have sworn they flickered up to peer out of the screen at you.

You slammed the laptop shut, blood pounding in your ears.

---

Your soured mood followed you through the weekend, all the way up to Monday and through the entire day of lectures.

You had half a mind to feel sorry for your students, you could feel yourself being short with them, but truthfully couldn't find the energy to maintain a front.

To your collective relief - most of the day was filled by a mock exam, giving your students a welcome reprieve from your simmering annoyance, and giving you a chance to rest your eyes, elbow propped up on the slope of your desk, rubbing your fingers over your brows.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, you were well and truly exhausted. At least the weather seemed sympathetic to your plight, turning dark and stormy in a bid to match your mood. Rain pelted against the thin windows of the lecture hall, the glass rattling in the thrashing wind.

Any stragglers had long since abandoned you, leaving the hall a vacuum of quiet, empty peace.

You sat at your desk, hands tracing mindlessly over paperwork, reports you had neglected over the weekend, due for filing the following week. A long forgotten cup of strong green tea balanced in a delicate ceramic cup to your right.

You groaned to yourself, bringing your elbows up to rest against the desk so you could rub your fingers over the muscles, tensed in your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion creeping its way back into your bones.

Breaking the quiet serenity of the room, the door to the hall suddenly flew open, evidently caught by a gust of wind, it cracked against the wall with a ‘BANG’.

You jumped in your seat, heart in your throat, eyes blinking open and shooting to the doorway to assess the sudden interruption.

To your utter surprise, and mild dismay, you met the cool, grey eyes of the campus Janitor.

Levi was standing with his broad shoulders pressed up against the door, where he had evidently tugged it closed against the raging wind. He looked windswept, dark hair blackened and glistening with beads of water, the muted green of his boiler suit dyed dark from pelting raindrops. Your eyes followed the drips of water as they slid down his forehead, sloped over his angled cheekbones.

His expression was dark, annoyance clearly simmering just under the surface. He brought a hand up to wipe the water from his forehead, sweeping his cropped hair back in the same motion to reveal a sharp undercut. Your mouth was dry.

"I didn't think you'd still be here, Professor." His voice was even and deep, graveled from lack of use.

You blinked a few times, and opened your mouth to reply, tired mind still dazed from his sudden appearance.

"I'm sorry, did you need something?" You managed, standing up from behind your desk to circle the structure in a bid to be polite, leaning your hip against the opposite end of the table.

He grunted, and shook a few water droplets from his limbs.

"You said your projector stopped working." Came his rumbling voice, tone flat.

"Yes of course..." You shook your head, eyes closed, and smoothed your hands down the front of your dress to flatten the wrinkles that had cropped up from your lengthy seated position. His eyes caught the motion of your delicate fingers, curved over the front of your hips. You had remembered sending that email late Friday. So they did receive those messages.

When you opened your eyes again, he was closer, having seemingly taken a few steps further into the room, toward you. You sucked in a breath and reached a hand back to steady yourself against the desk, the edge of your pinky finger bumped up against your abandoned teacup, relegated to the side of the desk. You tilted your head to watch in quiet horror as it tipped, as if in slow motion, sliding over the edge of the dark aged wood.

In an instant, Levi's pale hand shot out to catch it, and you flinched at the sudden motion. His eyes flickered up to observe you, a spark of curiosity glinting in his stormy eyes as he placed the cup delicately back into its saucer.

“You seem nervous, Professor.” His gaze was intense, boring a hole into you. He didn’t look away from your face, not even when he slid the saucer expertly to the opposing edge of the desk.

Your heart was pounding, pinned under the intensity of his watchful gaze. Memories of your weekend research swirled to your mind; that shaky photograph, those same icy grey eyes peeking out from under a slick black mask. You took a weary step back.

He tilted his head, still observing you with a mellow interest. He followed your movement, took a calculated step toward you.

You felt your tailbone hit the firm edge of the desk.

“Care to explain?” He drawled, cocking an angled eyebrow at you.

Your fingers gripped the desk behind you, knuckles white, polished nails tapping against the sealed wood.

“Your-...” You swallowed, cleared your throat, steadying yourself. “Your... uh... reputation.” You tried to emulate the voice you used when lecturing - strong, confident. What came out was nothing short of a squeak.

He took a moment to consider this in silence. Then took another deliberate step forward, crowding your space. You gulped, and his eyes tracked the movement of your throat. He hummed to himself at your lack of reply.

“And that makes you nervous?” He coaxed, not bothering to deny anything you were insinuating, studying your face with a burning intensity. Eyes lowered to watch the way your pink lips parted in a shaky breath, fixed on the slow dilution of your pupils.

Your mind, along with your heart, was racing. The curated image of the quiet, attentive janitor was dissolving in front of you, replaced with the reality of the man you realised you had been catching glimpses of from behind the veil; when those dark eyes would glint out at you from the back of your lecture hall, low-lidded and predatory, just like how he was looking at you now.

Mikhail's worried tone echoed somewhere in your mind, a soft warning bell, far away, chiming distantly through the haze of fear and desire clouding your brain.

“No.” He continued, voice like tattered velvet. You felt a shiver roll down your spine.

Then he leaned his head in, so close to your ear you could feel his cool breath prickle goosebumps over the delicate skin. Deep voice dipped so low you strained to hear him over the sound of your pulse, pounding hot in your ears.

“I think it turns you on, Professor.”

You released a shaky breath, a glorified whine.

You felt his hand curve up your jaw, still ice cold and damp from the rain. The contact of his skin, finally brushed up against yours was searing.

His body pressed into yours, pinning you firmly against the desk. He pulled his head back to watch you, eyes glinting with dazzling curiosity and an undeniable spark of danger. Your body buzzed with adrenaline, with fear, with the burning desire beginning to pool into a pit in your lower stomach.

“So perfect.” His brows twitched almost imperceptibly, running a finger over your lips - coated in pristine, bloody lipstick. You felt the burn of his gaze as he brushed a thumb over the soft skin of your open mouth thoughtfully, smearing the red across your cheek. “Gonna ruin you.”

"Please..." You found yourself whimpering, hand trailing up to grip loosely around his wrist where he cupped your face, eyes wide, peering down at him through your lashes.

He rubbed his thumb in soft circles over your jaw, turning your head to study the curves of your face. You felt helpless, letting him push your cheeks together, turn your face this way and that, studying you like you were an insect pinned in a frame, like you were prey.

"You know me, don't you?" He queried, eyes flickering up to meet your gaze. You gulped, the motion tight and uncomfortable against the pull of his hand, bobbing the stretch of your throat where he was holding you in place. You knew what he was really asking.

You nodded your head. He hummed.

"Too smart for your own good."

Then, to your utter shock, his lips were crushed up against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let out a tiny whimper when you felt the brush of his tongue over your lips, felt his teeth nip at your soft skin. His thumb dug hard into the hinge of your jaw, and your mouth propped open. You felt his tongue slide inside, rolling up against yours in a heated, vulgar kiss. Your mind was fuzzy. He tasted like bitter green tea and mint.

Breaking the kiss, he released you from his grip to take a step back. You were panting, breathless from the intensity of his grasp.

He raised a hand, breaking your focus, and spun his finger in a twirling motion. "Turn around." You flushed, not fully trusting your legs to keep you steady; reduced to jelly by the dizzying mix of emotions. You shuffled until you were facing away from him, back turned, fingers tracing the wood of the desk to keep your balance.

Levi was silent, and you made a small sound, jumped slightly, when you felt his cool hand brush up against the nape of your neck, slip your hair to one side so he could grip the glittering zipper at the back of your dress. You held your breath when you felt him begin to tug the zip down, gasping as you felt the ghost of his breath over your goose bump prickled skin, felt him press a surprisingly tender kiss to the crux of your shoulder as he stripped the fabric from you.

Free from the confines of the dress, you turned back around, face burning warm, hand coming up instinctively to curve over your abdomen in a foolish attempt to shield yourself, to retain some dignity as you stood in the cold room, shivering in nothing but your underwear, sleek black nylon stockings, and your heels.

"None of that." Levi tutted at you, shook his head. "Let me see you." His tone was expectant.

Resolve well and truly dissolved, you dropped your arms to your sides, shuddering slightly in the crisp air of the room. You watched his face curl in satisfaction, followed his eyes, dark and hungry as they roamed over your exposed skin, devouring the sight of you so exposed, reduced to this, just for him.

Ever one for fairness, he unclasped the top button of his boiler suit, and you watched, eyes low lidded, locked on the drag of the silver zipper as slid it down. He rolled his broad shoulders, tugging off the soaked green suit.

Your hungry eyes soaked in the reveal of a crisp, skin-tight white singlet underneath, sticking to the skin of his abdomen, soaked through and near transparent from the rain. He slipped a hand under the fabric of the undershirt to tug it up slightly, out of the way. You watched the flash of exposed skin, curved abs above the waistband of dark boxers and a littering of dark hair amongst a scatter of pale scars.

Levi fixed you with a look, nodded his head back in an unmistakable demand; 'Up'. You scrambled, rolled your hips up onto the desk and shimmied back, letting him slot between your thighs, thin heels tracing the ground on either side of his legs.

His hands were on you immediately, smoothing up your thighs over the sheen of your sheer, dark tights, following the seams with teasing fingers up to where they crossed over. You keened under his touch, could feel the steady build of tension between your legs, already aching.

Without warning, Levi slid cool fingers along the seam of your clothed crotch, tracing the little floral patterns of your panties where they peeked out under the shadow of the nylon with the tip of his finger. You flushed, letting out a small whine, cursing yourself for choosing today to wear such embarrassing underwear.

“Cute.” He commented, tone dark and teasing.

He pressed two steady fingers against your clothed pussy and pressed hard through the fabric, wiggling the digits in a harsh rub. You shuddered, a broken whine leaving your lips at the sudden sensation, even dampened by the layers of cloth.

He hummed, voice softened slightly. “Right here, huh?”

When you peeked an eye open, he had lowered himself to the ground, kneeling. Eyes locked on to where your legs were propped open. A pang of desire settled deep in your stomach at the dizzying realization that his face was level with your parted thighs.

He looped his hands under the meat of your thighs, strong forearms locking your legs in place, fingers gripping at the plush flesh to tug you to the edge of the desk. You dropped your legs open wide in response, wiggling your hips, needy.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he flicked those darkened, sultry eyes up to meet your gaze, saw the sliver of silver behind his pupils, blown wide. He dipped his head, leaned in close to puff a hot breath over your damp panties, holding your gaze as you shivered in his grasp. Without breaking eye contact, he craned his head, dipping down to press his tongue flat and lick a slow, wet strip up over your sealed, clothed pussy.

Your mouth dropped open, letting out a small breathy whine at the obscene sight, at the dull sensation of his hot mouth pressed over your core through the barrier of fabric. Breaking the heated eye contact, he lifted his head back and groaned, trailed lithe fingers up the smooth, perfect black nylon to grip at the seam. You bucked your hips up in surprise when you felt him dig his fingers into the thin fabric, heard the rip as he tore the sheer stockings open effortlessly.

"Levi..." You croaked, tilted your head to lean against your shoulder, unsure what you were even asking him for.

He ignored your cry, focused entirely on the new visual of your pretty pink floral panties laid bare, soaked through and glistening. Brushing a thumb over the wet fabric, he watched through low-lidded eyes, entranced at the slide of his finger over you.

He hooked a slender finger under the fabric of your panties and pinched the fabric, tugging down, pressing the damp cloth taut over your throbbing clit, then back up, nice and slow. You hissed, and your hips stuttered, bucking up to chase the teasing burst of pleasure. He chuckled, watching the shape of you through the cloth for a few more moments before he slid them to the side, you flinched as the cool air of the room hit you fully, over sensitive from his teasing.

Your jaw dropped open, eyes threatening to roll back when he finally mouthed a gentle kiss over your throbbing clit, pressing his lips flat to roll his hot tongue over your sensitive bud.

You cried out into the empty air, threw your head back, unable to do anything but squirm against the confines of his lean arms, locking your hips in place around his head.

Breaking contact, he released his mouth from you with an obscene 'pop', and slid your panties back over your pussy, still glimmering with his spit. You were huffing out little pants, eyebrows knitted together, disappointed at the sudden lack of contact, watching as he leaned back on his heels to stand up.

You licked your lips when he silently hooked a thumb over the waistband of his dark boxers and tugged down, eyes glued to where his cock sprang free, curved up and pressing an angry head against the dark trail of hair spattered down his lower stomach. You whined, slid your thighs along the edge of the desk, a vein attempt to gain any kind of much needed friction.

"So impatient." Levi chided, tutting, capturing himself in his hand, sliding his palm up and down lazily. "No wonder your students are so stuck up."

If your mind wasn't so doused and feverish with lust, you might have found the energy to bite back, defend yourself. But with his hand trailing slow and teasing pinches up and down your hip bone, and the sight of him as he stroked his heavy cock in slick pumps into his hand, your mind was positively blank.

"Go on, roll over." He whispered, voice dripping with faux sweetness.

Without thought, you stood up on shaky legs, feet aching in your stilettos as you turned your back to him, and leaned forward to bend over the desk. Lifting your hips up to present yourself, cheeks blushed pink to match your soaked panties. You heard him exhale, felt the burn of his gaze over the curve of your ass, resting on your pussy, peeking out from the shreds of dark nylon still coating your thighs.

"Real pretty." He commented, voice rumbled and teasing. "Should wear this all the time, Professor." He dipped a finger under your panties once again, tugging them to the side to slip his cock up against your dripping, bare pussy. You shuddered, and pushed your ass back against him, whimpering against the little sparks of pain as he pushed in and began to stretch you open.

The polished surface of the desk was smooth and cool against your warm, clammy skin, you tilted your head back as best you could, cheek pressed up against the dark wood, seeking his eyes.

"Please, Levi." You keened when you met his gaze, wiggled your hips back against him.

He fixed you with a heated stare through dark lashes. For a desperate, fleeting moment you thought he was going to tease you some more, pull out, chastise you. But to your relief, it seemed his patience had finally worn thin. He gripped the flesh of your hips tight, and started to roll his hips, eyes dropped low to watch the way your needy pussy sucked him in.

You dropped your head to the desk, eyes rolled closed, bracing against the immediate waves of pleasure shooting up your spine as he worked his way inside, bumping the tops of your thighs against the edge of the desk with each thrust, thumb still hooked around the band of your panties, holding them to the side.

You let out a small noise of surprise between huffs of pleasure when he tugged your leg up onto the desk, bending your knee forward to spread your thighs open wide. You felt his palm rest flat over the small of your back, pressing down hard, forcing your hips to arch up into him. You moaned uncontrollably at the new sensation, his cock bullying into you impossibly deep, bumping up against that soft, sensitive spot with each targeted thrust.

You thought distantly of how you must look, bent over your own desk by the campus janitor, pristine tights torn open, red lipstick smeared sloppily over your cheek, one sleek heel slipping off the arch of your foot as he pounded into you.

His stormy eyes were blown wide, lids dropped low, stuck on the way his narrow hips bumped against your ass with each thrust, sending ripples up the supple skin.

“Look at you Professor, letting a lowly janitor fuck this perfect pussy, huh?” He teased, hand coming up to grip the curve of your hip, kneading the soft skin, using it to leverage the unwavering roll of his hips, starting to fuck you properly.

You whined, mouth opening and closing in a inaudible babble as you tried to conjure up a single coherent word to say, mind frazzled and buzzing dimly with pleasure. The skin of your cheek slid over the smooth wood of the desk, jammed forward with each thrust, slick and wet with your pooling spit.

“Shh i know, feels good, doesn’t it baby?” He purred, leaning forward to drape his toned abdomen over the curve of your spine, nipping at the fevered skin of your shoulder, lips pressed flat to suck a bruise into the smooth skin.

You nodded your head mindlessly, squeaking out a sharp noise of surprise when his palm came down to slap the swell of your ass, hard. The sharp bud of pain adding a spark to the pool of heat simmering in your lower stomach.

“Speak up.” His voice was a knife, cutting through the fog of hazy pleasure in your mind.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, flooding your vision, beads pooling on your dark lashes as you tilted your head back, lips parted to answer him.

“hah-...Yes sir, feels so so good.” You sobbed, squirming under the pressure of his body, his warmth pinning you to the desk. "Please don't stop."

He pressed a chaste kiss over the blooming mark on your shoulder.

“That's it. Knew you were dirty deep down, Professor." His hands smoothed over your forehead, brushing stray tendrils of hair back away from your pink dusted face, earning a sigh from you.

Levi slid his hand through your sweat dappled hair, twisting until he had a single, coiled ponytail before he wrapped it around his palm and tugged up. You squealed at the sting of pain sizzling over your scalp, body cinching up, spine straightened to follow the pull of his hand, abdomen pulled taut and legs shaking, tense with the effort of keeping yourself upright.

Your head spun at the sudden gravitational change, and you distantly registered him slide his other arm across your collarbones, over the delicate skin of your neck, locking you in a makeshift headlock as he continued to pound up into you relentlessly.

Your shoulders pressed up against his chest, back arched, pushing back down desperately to meet each of his steady thrusts, moaning out little 'ah' sounds with each frantic roll of your hips. Your eyes squeezed shut against the simmering coil of pleasure, threatening to boil over with every slide of his cock inside.

You felt his lips pull into the ghost of a grin where they were pressed up against the back of your neck, panting hot breaths over the shell of your ear.

"Look at you, all drunk on cock." His voice was softened, bordering on affectionate.

You could only moan back in response, a low, pathetic sound as you rocked your hips back against him.

He huffed, panting, eyes blown dark and hazy as he wrapped your hair once again around his palm, tugging gently as he ground his hips into you, thrusts turned wide and sloppy. Your moans and whines were pitched high and needy now, squirming against where he held you in place, clenching and twitching helplessly around his cock.

Releasing your hair from his grip, he snaked his hand down over your abdomen, curved to press against your lower belly, fingers pushed down into your skin to feel the bulge of himself, rutting up inside you.

Your jaw dropped open, rendered mindless with the feeling of him so deep inside. Drool was pooling at the corner of your mouth, eyes glossy and glazed over, jostled limply with each thrust.

"Gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside too, Professor?” His voice was dropped low, whispered soft and gritty between pants, right into your ear.

You nodded your head frantically, whined low in your throat, the sound debased and filthy. He hummed, and you felt the satisfied vibration in his chest from where he was pressed up against you.

When his hand finally trailed down through your dark curls, dipping into your soaking folds to roll his fingers over your neglected clit in tight, hard circles, you were done.

Stars danced in your vision, behind your eyelids, squeezed closed. In your distant, pleasure hazed mind you registered your own wanton moan as you came, along with a pang of pain. Levi's teeth grazed against your shoulder, hips stuttering, then you were falling forward, bent over once more and pushed into the desk hard enough to bruise.

You felt the roll of his forehead, pressed and rubbing against the skin between your shoulder blades as he muttered out curses and low groans, grinding himself into you, hips stuttering. Grey eyes dazed, drooped low to watch you clench helplessly around his pulsing cock as he filled you up.

Your vision was fuzzy, blurred at the edges when the motion finally slowed to a stop, body completely limp against the smooth wood of the desk.

The room was silent, aside from your collective, heavy breathing, and your short, distant little whines as you rode out the residual sparks of pleasure, twitching mindlessly around where he was still buried inside.

You sighed when you felt one of his hands trail up across the expanse of your back, the motion deceptively warm and comforting.

His palm came to rest over the back of your head, and the distant pang of an alarm triggered somewhere in your pleasure hazed mind.

Slender fingers curled, wrapping around the nape of your neck, gripping tight, pushing down to keep your head pinned against the wood of the desk.

You peeked an eye open, brows furrowed, and a fresh burst of fear lit your frayed nerves alight when you peered back over your cheekbone to meet his eyes.

Levi’s gaze was burning hot and dark from where he stood above you. Meeting your glassy eyes, he leaned forward, craned his head to whisper, hushed and soothing sweet into your ear.

"You're good at keeping secrets, aren't you, Professor?"

Letting your body go limp and weightless under him, you swallowed, and croaked out an answer.

"Yes, sir."

You felt his cock twitch inside you, felt him purr, and press an open mouthed kiss to the soft, heated skin of your neck.

You think you'd take this secret to the grave.

──── ୨୧ ────

75 notes · View notes

whtepony · 8 months ago

Text

so real - reiner braun

reiner braun x gn reader

hurt/comfort? but just the comfort - not proofread

listening to jeff buckley and i’m having reiner thoughts again because he’s the loml. this was meant to be a super super short drabble (like one paragraph) but it got away from me 🙃 pt. 18 of acquainted out TOMORROW i promise! but for now have this

now playing: so real - jeff buckley

thinking about ex boyfriend reiner

ex boyfriend reiner who calls you drunk in the middle of the night, three months since the last time you’d seen him, and practically begs you to come pick him up from the bar. who you can barely understand between the sound of people talking loudly (jean and eren, you realize) and what must be the wind. he’s really standing outside in 33° weather?

ex boyfriend reiner who visibly relaxes when you really show up, shoulders dropping and the creases between his brows disappearing. who smiles drunkenly at how concerned you seem to be - no, he doesn’t know where his jacket is, or where he left his keys, but he does remember the times you’ve done this before. one helping the other into a car after a few too many, the two of you usually laughing at whoever was having trouble walking in a straight line. your arms thrown around each other. well, not now, he guesses, but it’s close enough, isn’t it?

it’s not, he realizes quickly. he can’t keep his hands off you, no matter how many times you gently push his hands back into his lap. “reiner, quit it,” you say, brows furrowed as you gently shrug his head off your shoulder. the way you say his name is different and he hates it. he looks like he’s almost pouting for a moment, before leaning back against the headrest and dozing off for the rest of the car ride. he only opens his eyes when he hears the click of the gear shift being pushed into park, opening the passenger door and falling back into his seat at the seatbelt’s resistance against his chest. you breathe out a soft laugh, much to his delight, and reach over to push down on the buckle’s button. “can’t really go anywhere like that, yknow.”

he doesn’t quite realize you’ve brought him to your apartment until you’ve sat him down on your couch, and he’s elated. he glances around the room, familiar pictures still framed on the wall. you didn’t take them down? “i uh- i didn’t know where your new place was, so i figured you could crash here for the night,” you said quickly, walking off to the kitchen before quickly reappearing with a couple bottles of water. he thanks you softly and chugs a majority of the first bottle before twisting the cap back on and rubbing his temple. your fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and rub his shoulder like you always would. or did. or whatever.

you stare at him for longer than you think you should before standing, clearing your throat and mumbling something about bringing him a blanket when he grabs the hem of your t-shirt. you turn, met by his hazel eyes, and he looks just utterly distraught. “please- please,” he whispers, “just c’mere, just for a- for a second.” he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, eyes pleading with you desperately. “don’t want you to go.” and how could you ever deny him? it feels like your body moves on it’s own, taking two steps toward him before he reaches out with both arms and pulls you down into his lap.

you yelp in surprise, tensing up at the sudden proximity, but he’s wrapping both of his big arms around your middle and burying his face into your neck, breathing in deeply. god, how he missed your smell. he sighs contentedly and you relax, a hand hesitantly coming up to rake through his hair. soft as ever, you think. “missed you,” he mumbles against your skin, gripping your shirt in his hands like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“missed you more, rei.”

198 notes · View notes

museofreverie · 8 months ago

Text

𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Modern Fem!Reader x Eren Jaeger┊ONGOING ┊Written in 2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

☽ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☾

Archive of Our Own ┊ Wattpad

┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

When the world is thrown into chaos and safety protocols become the new normal, you must confront the fact that continuing your lifelong dreams of becoming a dancer may no longer be possible after experiencing the loss of a beloved someone due to the pandemic. However, there is always a possibility of finding small joy even in times of despair: the freedom to do whatever you want during quarantine. And perhaps this includes being addicted to the Attack on Titan series. But when an action of yours triggers a phenomenon, you find yourself transported to a familiar world where man-eating titans exist, with the threat of war looming between countries ━ all of a sudden, fiction becomes reality and things take a drastic turn as you encounter your beloved characters. As the stakes become increasingly high with your knowledge about the future, you must learn how to confront your fears, face the consequences of your choices, and with the goal to change the course of history and stop the gruesome fate of many by helping Eren Jaeger discover the true meaning of freedom at all cost.

┈➤ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Heavy Spoilers, Manga Spoilers, Slow Burn, Long Chapters, Attempt at Humor, Heavy Cursing, Mommy Issues, Blood and Gore, Anxiety Attacks, Grief, Violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mention of food restrictions, Body Dysmorphia, Period-Typical Discrimination, Fascism, Gaslighting, Slavery, Mental Illness, War Crimes, Racism, Death

┈➤ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Hello, everyone! I finally decided to post this Eren fic here on tumblr to have more engagement to it. Yes, it's an isekai fic and yes, we will embrace the cringe! The AOT brainrot will not end that's why I wrote this because Eren deserves a happy ending---but before that, please bear with me because this is a slow burn fic. I didn't want this fic just to focus on romance and make Y/N a mary sue---I want her, you, be written as human as possible. This fic will talk about loss, grief, moral dilemmas, psychological trauma and many more along the way. Also, if you don't mind, there will be a LOT of pop culture references. (If you don't like reading those, then it's fine. You are free to exit this fic.) I hope you'll enjoy this ride! feel free to also comment down your thoughts since I love reading comments <3 lots of love!

┈➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟎┊Prologue 𝟎𝟎 ┊ From You, 2000 Years Ago 𝟎𝟏 ┊ The Girl Who Knew 𝟎𝟐 ┊ Iced Coffee and Anxieties 𝟎𝟑 ┊ Some Words of Wisdom 𝟎𝟒 ┊ Just a Very Long Dream 𝟎𝟓 ┊ Under The Tree 𝟎𝟔 ┊ Dépaysement 𝟎𝟕 ┊ Held Captive 𝟎𝟖 ┊ Rot Girl Summer 𝟎𝟗 ┊ The Summer I Turned Ugly [ONGOING]

126 notes · View notes

snk-warriors · 10 months ago

Text

Can't Stay Away

Levi Ackerman x F! Reader

Summary: After the war ended, Levi finds himself at a familiar doorstep.

Warnings: Bittersweet angst, smut, not proofread

A/N: This blog is still officially inactive, but this story is a little gift for my dear friend @antivan-dragon. It was a joy to write it for you! <3

This is wrong.

He shouldn't be here - not after everything that had happened.

How long has it been, ten years? More?

It's hard to tell when you're used to live from moment to moment. Never knowing whether the current day might be your last really messes up one's perception of time.

All Levi's sure of is that the brief time he had allowed himself with you was the happiest he's ever been - than he ever thought to be capable of.

And yet, from his very first breath, his fate was clear: To him, living had always been a fight. Whether it was in the underground for food and safety, or against titans and humans alike under the clear sky mattered very little in the great concept of things.

The only home he's ever known was on the battlefield - until he met you, at least.

And still, Levi went back to the frontlines again and again and again because it's all he's ever known, the power he's born with a burdening duty upon the weak...

...but what place does a soldier have now, in a society without war?

This is what he fought for, right? To achieve peaceful times. Avenge his fallen comrades, honor his commander and protect as many people as possible from the unnecessary suffering this cruel world eventually provided.

Protecting you, first and foremost.

Your wellbeing has always been his greatest priority, and yet at the same time Levi was the one responsible for so much misery. Back then he convinced himself it was for the better, that he was doing you a favor by removing himself from your life.

In the end, all that's left for him now is the bitter feeling of regret.

Levi was aware that you would've waited for him, no matter how long it'd take until his return...

...but he was certain that his death was inevitable - a sacrifice he'd gladly take if it'd meant ensuring you a long and fulfilled life. And even if the impossible case of his survival would occur, he'd be a different man by then.

Ultimatively, he has become exactly this: Unlike you remember him, and definetly nothing close to what you deserved.

Maybe even in different circumstances he could never live up to the expectations he had set in himself - at least when it came to you.

But he felt as if you were like pure sunlight and he was a moth, drawn to it. No, he was the moon - selfishly absorbing and covering your brightness.

So, in order to make things easier for you, he pushed you away despite his soul screaming for him to stay at your side until humanity would reduce itself to ashes.

When no words would dring through to your devoted self, he announced an engagement to Petra, efficiently shattering your heart in the process.

Nothing Levi had ever done was as hard a task.

Given time however you'd find someone worthy to give you the life he longed for so deeply but never could, at least that's what he thought...

...yet when he heard that you never married even after all this time, his rationality stands no chance against the aching of his own loneliness.

Just to look how you've been he told himself on the way, and for an overdue apology.

Your little cottage on the outskirts of Wall Rose still looks as if he never left. It always smelled of lavender and honey, and whatever you were baking at the time.

Levi switched from the wheelchair to his cane, still able to walk by himself at least for a short distance. Only a few stairs separated the two of you, and it was the longest he's ever took - not because of his disability, but rather to gather all of his courage.

Facing his enemies was a piece of cake compared to this right now.

Though it felt wrong to do so he peeked through the window, his face twitching into an almost-smile as he finally laid eyes upon you again. The inside was cleaned spotless as always, neatly yet minimalistic decorated. You on the other hand were currently preparing some pastries, contently humming to yourself.

It felt like he never left.

What about you, he wondered. Had there been others after him? What was your life like these days? He wants to know everything.

That goddamn cat was still alive as it seems, curiously pricking up it's ears as it recognized the familiar - altough mangled - face. You and him had argued a lot about letting feral animals into your home, due to Levi's concern for hygiene and especially that damn fur everywhere in the house.

One glare from the man and it hissed, jumping down from the front porch and bolting into the forrest. Shit.

Living alone and isolated from civilization was dangerous, especially for a single woman. So it was no wonder how hyper-aware you still are, immediately swinging the door open with a clocked rifle.

Oh, how much he missed that side of you. The perfect combination of cute but deadly.

"Levi..." His features immediately softened at the sound of your voice. To him that name had been reduced to a battle cry, something for his enemies to curse and his superiors yelled to wield their human weapon around.

But coming out of your mouth, he could listen to it all day even if it was just to hurl insults at him.

Instead you put your welcoming arms around him before the weapon even dropped to the ground, heartwrenching sobs echoing against the pinewoods. "God, Levi, you-you're back. You're finally back...I-I knew you'd come!"

The former Captain should be relieved, and frankly, he is - nevertheless, things shouldn't be this way.

He had left so you could live...and you simply didn't.

This wasn't fair. And it drove him insane. There was an immense fury at the pit of his stomach at the realization that his withhold was for nothing, that you had wasted both of your lifetimes through your stubbornness.

You should have found yourself a man that could give you a family, a stable life, goddamn it the whole fucking world shall you ask!

However the sheer fact that he was finally able to breathe the same air as you again overshadowed any grudge with pure gratitude.

His whole life Levi had been was a dedicated, dutiful combatant, unquestioning to his orders. Now that the war was over, there was nothing left for him to do, nowhere left to go.

This one time, he'll allow himself to be selfish.

A hand on the back of your neck pulled you to close the remaining distance between the two of you, sealing his mute promises with a longdue kiss.

Levi had kissed you before - always rough and demanding. That's how things were between you, after all: He came to your home solely to get a taste of what normalcry, being human, was like, just to disappear after having realized his mistake.

If it meant he'd stay in your life, if only feebly, that was more than enough for you.

But this kiss...it was different. Tender, savouring, unwilling to pull away even tor so much as breathing air.

When your lips finally parted, you placed another, small peck to the corner of his lips. Your hands reached for his face, cupping it on both sides as if to make sure he's really there.

For a moment he pulls back, doubting his decision.

After all, the man in front of you was a shell of his former self, old and disfigured and broken. Petra was long since dead, you'd heard about the tragic circumstance.

He never wanted to give you the impression that you were just a last resort for when everyone else had forsaken him.

Noticing his internal struggle - an amazing talent only you possessed, since his expression was as still as a statue - you clutch the fabric of his shirt, gently tugging him inside. He has to lean onto you for support, stumbling into the all-too-familiar room.

You feel calloused hands on your body, caressing every inch of your exposed skin and sliding under your clothes. "Tell me to stop" he speaks breathlessly, sternly, "And I will."

Instead you frantically shake your head as you moan into his ear, one leg wrapping around his waist as he pushed you against the wall, busying yourself with rising blood on the skin of your neck. Fuck, he's missed your scent.

"B-Bed" you manage to wring out as his hand slips under your skirt, fingertips tracing the wet spot between your legs. He was eager, intoxicated one might say, but you could clearly feel how his own legs were close to giving in.

The thrill of the moment was briefly overshadowed by the humiliation of his new reality. In the past he would've taken you anywhere in the house, would've been able to lift you up and throw you onto the mattress if you so desired.

Another jab at his conscience that he'll never be good enough for you. If only he knew this was the way you'd always wanted him: Slow, passionate, caring...

"Don't worry about me" he speaks nonchalantly, yet the determination in his glare makes you shiver. Levi dropped to his knees just like that, his hands wandering upwards each of your legs. "Let me worship you."

You half-laugh, half-whine when he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your upper thigh, remembering how much he loved leaving little marks like love-letters on your skin. Old habits die hard, even when trying to be gentle.

Without hesitating, Levi twirls his fingers around the hem of your already dripping panty, pulling it down just enough to put his mouth to work. His teasing made you a whimmering mess, taking his time tracing kisses around the area close enough to feel his breath on your clit.

"Shi-it, Levi!" you let out a scream as his tongue slid along your folds, muffling your own noises by a hand on your mouth until Levi tugs at your arms. "I need to hear you, love. It's been too long."

And so you did, begging and moaning shamelessly as Levi ate you out like a man starving, palming himself through his trousers with eyes never leaving yours.

Hearing you like this made something in him snap, and yet you tugged on his hair, tugging him away just before you'd fall apart in front of him. "Not like this" you pant heavily, head spinning from lust, "I need you. Completely."

He simply nods at the request, unable to keep his hands from you even the short way to your bedroom. Your gown fell to the floor as he watched, a low groan escaping his closed mouth at the sight.

Time sure had taken a toll on both of you, he thinks as his knuckles brushed along your cheek, diving in your features that had slowly faded in his memory over the years...

...but your eyes, those damn beautiful orbs that showcased the love you held for him, they didn't change a bit.

And their effect on him was also still the same.

Before you first met he was sure that all those hardships had turned his heart into stone, but now this yearning had become a dagger he desperately wanted to pull out, make his heart bleed in reverence.

Levi was a man that spoke through actions, however.

Your fingers intertwined when he aligned himself with your entrance, searching your face to which you gave a permissing nod. He entered you carefully, adoring every microexpression, every reaction of yours when he started at a slow pace.

Even in his current state, his skill lacked nothing from his former peak: It was as if you could feel his hands and lips were everywhere at once, hitting all of your weak spots as if your body was a map he had learned by heart.

"I love you."

Your pupils were blown wide at his declaration, those words you had already long since made peace with to never hear coming out of his mouth.

A look that could only be described as pure affection plastered on his face, kissing along your collarbone up to your ear. "I love you, Y/N" he speaks again, more firmly now and smiling sincere as never before now that this self-inflicted weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. "Always did."

Tears dwelled in your eyes, vocal cords lost their ability to form anything else than sobs and moans as your lips found his again, smiling against his mouth.

Words were never needed when it came to the bond of you and Levi, after all.

As his thrusts became more clumsy, ragged breaths whispering sweet affirmations barely audible to your ear, burying his hips against your pelvis as he rode you through your high. He followed closely after you came undone, stiling above you without any intend to leave this sweet escape he found in your arms.

Your hands rested on his shoulder blades when he felt safe enough to collapse in front of you, his head lying on your chest as your heartbeat soothed him just like back then.

He was alive. And you were his.

"Please" you sniveled, anxiety preventing you to endulge in the afterwaves of your ebbing high, "Never leave again."

You clung to him for dear life, limbs entangled as if he was just a pleasant dream that would disappear as soon as you dared letting go.

That moment Levi made an oath to himself: No matter his insecurities, for the rest of his life he'd dedicate to become the man you see in him.

There was a lot to make up for.

"If you'll have me."

#attack on titan #levi x reader #levi / reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman / reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #writing #fanfiction #self insert

168 notes · View notes

aena1179 · 9 months ago

Text

FOR THE FIRST TIME, I WANTED SOMEONE’S COMPANY OUTSIDE OF MY OWN

✎ ׂ╰┈➤

Levi x fem!reader

(A/N): Apologies this isn’t the most romantic fic ever, this is my first time writing for levi/my first fic ever ^^ Sorry its a bit long!!!

But please enjoy!! ╰ (´꒳`) ╯💕

Summary:after a long day of training you can’t seem to fall asleep. Deciding to take a walk, you find levi in the library awake and decide to join in on his alone time. The strict Captain Levi, finds himself feeling unfamiliar feelings towards you.

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

It’s been a couple months since you officially became a scout in the survey corps. Luckily for you, your hard work and efforts had reflected greatly. With that, you had been granted a position within the Levi squad. After demonstrating your skills in combat as well as cooperation with your colleagues, it didn’t take long for the captain to notice.

It was a busy day and you’d just returned back with the captain and his squad. After going outside the walls for a long excruciating day of training, the all you could think about was sleep.

Dragging your feet back to your own room, your muscles ached from the ODM gear. Reaching down, you massage your own sore calves with your hand before taking off your boots and the rest of your uniform; dressing in something more casual. You eye your bed practically collapsing in it, not even bothering to pull the covers up. You close your eyes hoping to get some sleep before you have to go through the same hell the next day.

…

A few minutes go by before turning into ten minutes. Then into twenty. Then to an hour…. The whole time, you toss and turn trying to get your restless body to sleep.

“Damn it…”

You toss and turn for a few more minutes deciding whatever is keeping you awake isn’t going to let up anytime soon.

Sitting up now, you turn to your door glancing at it. Maybe if you just walked around a bit, that could get you drowsy enough to finally want to rest. You sit up heading towards the door, putting on more comfortable shoes before heading out.

Opening the door, you walk out into the hallway. As expected, the dimly lit space is empty. What is usually bustling with other scouts and conversations is still at this hour. Not a single person in sight as most people had retired to their rooms at this hour.

Walking down the halls, the sounds of crickets chirp outside, the moonlight seeping in through the windows spaced out throughout the hallway. As you walked, throughout the halls, you see a dim light leak out from the library.

“Did someone seriously leave their lantern and forget about it?”

You walk closer to the library in a couple strides seeing the door slightly creaked open. Deciding to go in and shut the lantern off yourself, you open the door. Just as you open it, your eyes meet a small table where a teacup was placed a long with a chair accompanied by a body.

“Captain?”

Your eyes catch his as he glances up from his book. The hues of his eyes illuminated by the lantern’s light, his expression unable to read.

“You’re up late.” you say surprised to see the captain up at such an hour. Isn’t he tired from training everyone today? Why is he in the library? *Does* this guy ever sleep?

Levi sighs, putting his book down before he glances back at you.

“I can say the same about you. Is there a reason you’re wondering the halls this late?” he questions you furrowing his brows.

“I couldn’t sleep.” you respond honestly.

“So you decide to bother me?” he says looking at you with a slight frown.

You clear your throat shaking your head.

“Well honestly, no. I just saw a light coming from here and I thought someone lousily left it on—went to go shut it off.” you motion to the lamp.

Levi sits silently for a moment, taking a sip of his tea before he responds. This time, more of a light response escapes his lips.

“Well, I guess everyone has their moments of restlessness.”

Levi’s mind conjures for a moment as he looks at you. “Would you like to sit down?” his offer seeming sudden.

“You want me to join you?” you’re surprised the captain offers you such; feeling a bit bad for protruding on his alone time.

“Well it’s better than you standing in the middle of the room” he says with a monotone voice.

I laugh slightly, more awkwardly than anything. Walking over to him, I take a seat in the other chair divided by the small table.

“What’s the book you’re reading?” you ask looking at novel by him. In which he picks back up, handing it to you in silence for you to read the back.

“Nothing really interesting then?” you say with a more amused tone.

“Nothing in here is honestly.” he says, tone slightly more relaxed. “Anything worth reading wouldn’t be in here. Tch. Guess the regiment has more important things to spend the shitty budget on.”

You laugh entertained by his remarks.

“It’s not that bad.”

Levi shoots you a look saying otherwise. His expression saying “Really?”

Theres a bit of an awkward silence after, levi takes another sip of his tea. You twiddle your thumbs looking around the room, setting the book he handed you from your lap back on the table.

During the silence you glance when he reaches for his teacup. His eyes look tired, yet he’s still up right now. The light contours his face, etching his features. His raven black hair absorbs the light, strands fallen in front of his face. A strong, yet soft look to his appearance.

…

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” his voice interrupts the silence as he sets his cup back down looking at you.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s whats in the air tonight. My body is exhausted from the training, I don’t know why I can’t get myself to fall asleep.” you explain rubbing the back on your neck.

“Hm.” he responds. “You wouldn’t be as sore if you were landing right with your feet.” you feel his gaze drop to your legs, pointing to then same aching area where you massaged earlier. “You put some much pressure onto your feet when you land, too stiff. I know you know how to maneuver good in ODM gear. However, with too much tension..you’re eventually going to hurt yourself.”

He looks back up at you. He sees your expression after he explained to you your efforts. His eyes search yours before he speaks again.

“You’re sore aren’t you?” he says as if reading your mind.

Your shoulders slump as he looks right through you. And you nod reluctantly admitting it. Which in return, earns you a shake from levi’s head to your response and a sigh.

“Aside from that,” he pauses. “you did good today. You worked well with everyone and used your gas sparingly.” he says cutting you slack.

You smile. “Thank you captain.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” he says quickly following.

Laughing, you look at him smiling before you open your mouth to speak again. “I think it got to my head.”

“Hmph.” he looks over at you and your overly confident face. Some brat.

He goes to take another sip from his cup, realizing it’s empty. He places it back down, where he glances a glimpse of your smile. Something about it flashes to him for a second that tugs his strings. Immediately disregarding it, he glances away calmly.

“So, whats your reason for not sleeping?” you ask making conversation.

“I never can sleep.” he replies shortly. “And when I can, it’s only a few hours.”

You frown again from hearing him explain his situation. His response drawing close to chalking it up to insomnia. “That sounds like hell, I’m sorry captain.”

He shrugs. “Nothing to do about it, it’s fine.”

“No it isn’t.” you object looking at him concerned.

Levi looks at your expression, seeing your brows contorted to worry makes him feel kind of guilty for sharing it. His mind is not sure why he would care so much.

Before you try and lecture him on sleep, you close your lips. You feel bad trying to fight him on something that isn’t your issue, adjusting in your seat. “I probably shouldn’t even be talking— you move to cross your leg over the other while adjusting in your seat accidentally bumping the table.

In a flash, your actions bump the empty cup off the table causing it to come crashing to the ground. Your eyes widening.

Shit.

Standing up you apologize frantically to Levi as he look’s at his favorite teacup, now shattered on the ground. He himself getting up. His expression not amused.

“Im so sorry—sir I didn’t mean to do that! Shit-i’m so..so sorry.” you move to pick up the pieces hurriedly.

You pick them up one by one into your hand, looking around for somewhere to dump them before he places his hand on your shoulder. You look across to him. He’s crouching down to pick them up with you.

You hear him sigh before he says with a tone that doesn’t give away any anger or frustration. “It was an accident. Don’t just freak out and pick them up like that, idiot.”

He walks over to grab an old bucket across the library halfway full of old crumbled papers. Walking back over, he crouches down with the bucket. “In here.” his tone flat.

You mutter a quiet thank you, picking up a large shard. You think to yourself, “Of course, too tired to not bump your captain’s favorite cup off a table, but not tired enough to go to bed earlier. None of this would have happened.”

“Don’t.”

“What?” you say coming back from your thoughts. “

“It happened. It was just a cup. Don’t sit there sulking about it.” he says almost in a…comforting way?

I nod picking the last piece up.

They say lighting doesn’t strike twice yet, here you are on the world’s shittiest luck streak. Stupidly, picking it up the shard by the sharp end. It slices through tip of your finger open;the slit bleeds from flesh color to a red hue, as a bead of blood drips from the newly opened cut on your finger. Causing you to drop the shard back onto the wooden floor of the library.

Levi watches as you do so, his expression changes from unreadable to a flash of concern as he puts the bucket down.

“Okay, stop.” he says picking the shard into the bucket himself placing the bucket down behind him. “Now you *are* tired.”

“I was just not looking it’s fine.” you say backing yourself up but also feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

Your wrist is grabbed.

You watch as his hand reaches out for yours grasping your wrist, his other hand going for his cravat. He turns your hand over looking at the finger bleeding. The moment between the two of you silent.

“What are you-hey I can do that myself I don’t need your help-

“I don’t really care if you can do it on your own.” he says as he dabs at your finger wrapping the cloth around it.

You look at him tending to your cut, your cheeks dust a light pink as you look away. His hand gently is gripping yours still. Eventually pulling away as he stops the bleeding.

“Thank you… captain.” you say quietly.

“Levi.” he says softly. “Just, Levi.”

Your cheeks burn red, Levi noticing the change, lingers on your face with his eyes for a moment and then stands back up.

You stand up yourself, looking at the bucket and then back to him. “I should try and sleep again.”

Levi looks down at your hand still slightly bothered by the cut, confused in his mind as to why. Then, back at you. “That would be a good idea. I’ll probably do the same.”

You feel a bit awkward leaving, apologizing again for the cup and making your way to the door.

Before you leave, he looks at you and the words spill out of his mouth.

“Try and actually sleep this time.” he says quietly. “I expect you up early for tomorrow mornings training. And..”

He pauses.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” his tone soft.

I look at him smiling gently, waving. “You too. Try to sleep.”

He nods.

“Goodnight.” he says softly.

“Goodnight cap-goodnight, Levi.” you say, his name, thinking of how it slides off your tongue easily. You feel your stomach swirl a bit thinking it’s just because you’re tired.

“God, i’m not going to kill you for saying my name. You can relax saying it.” he says slightly fond of hearing you say his name. His face remaining straight.

You smile feeling a bit better leaving after he says that to you. Waving again, you walk off towards your room for the night leaving levi along again in the library.

Levi stands where he is for a moment before thinking. His eyes a bit softened along with his whole face. Was he too harsh? Why did it matter? Why is he still thinking about it, stop it.

He looks at the bucket seeing the shards, thinking about his cup. He knows he should be upset by his cup breaking still, and while he is a bit disappointed by the inconvenience. He can’t find any annoyance behind the thought.

The silence in the room pours back in reminding him, he’s free to his alone time again. Only now, the silence is what irritates him. Thoughts flood his mind thinking back to you breaking the cup and instead of any anger, he thinks about your face. Your features. Those features that claw into his consciousness making him feel a way he doesn’t like. The tugging feeling returns to him in his chest and he feels *his* very own face heating up, very slightly.

You had dug into the captain’s head. Planting the seed of alternate feelings towards you.

Looking one last time at the bucket and then to a small window in the library. He stares into the mixture of stars in the sky.

“For the first time, I wanted someone’s company outside of my own.”

…

“And I don’t hate that feeling.”

───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

122 notes · View notes

l8niteth0ts · 15 days ago

Text

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: On a camping trip with friends, everyone’s asleep when Reiner sneaks over to you sitting alone by the campfire. One touch turns into another, and soon you’re desperately trying to stay quiet while he worships your body under the stars.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): (Not that it really matters, but this is an AU where they're all at least in their early/mid twenties—and everyone's alive. Marco is mentioned in the story but not sexually lol, okay anyways) Public sex, you get caught oops, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, little bit of nipple play, vaginal sex, multiple multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, praise, two rounds, creampies, Reiner worships you basically, Reiner's a munch, Reiner eats you out after cumming in you twice, possessive Reiner, etc.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,411

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.”

The forest is quiet, the kind of stillness that settles in once the sun dips behind the mountains and the campfire burns low. Everyone else has already called it a night, retreating to their tents in a pile of worn out limbs and sleepy murmurs. You linger by the fire, poking at the glowing embers with a stick, not quite ready to turn in.

The distant sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you glance up to see Reiner emerging from the darkness. His shirt is still clinging to him from the day’s hike, sweat stains dried into the fabric, and his hair is a tousled mess. He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck before giving you a small nod.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, his voice low and a little rough.

You shake your head, offering him a tired smile. “Not yet. Figured I’d keep an eye on the fire a bit longer.”

He hums in agreement, dropping his heavy pack onto the ground before taking a seat next to you. The log creaks under his weight, and you catch a whiff of cedar and smoke as he settles in. Reiner stretches his legs out, leaning back on his palms, eyes fixed on the flickering flames.

“Thought you’d be out like a light,” you tease gently. “You were practically running up that last hill.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and rumbling. “Got a little carried away, I guess. Didn’t want to look weak in front of you.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You? Weak? Not likely.”

His gaze slides to you, a glint of something playful hidden behind his usual stoic expression. “Oh? You keeping track of me now?”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you’re grateful for the dim light. “Maybe. Hard not to notice you when you’re always showing off.”

A smirk tugs at his lips, and he shifts closer, his thigh brushing yours. “Guess I’m not the only one then,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower.

The air between you feels heavier now, charged with something that wasn’t there before. Reiner’s hand comes to rest on your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin through the thin fabric of your shorts. “You got any more smart remarks, or are you just gonna sit here looking pretty?”

Your breath hitches at his touch, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you meet his gaze, fighting the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine. “Depends,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly. “You planning on sticking around, or just teasing me?”

Reiner’s lips curve into a lazy smile, and he leans closer, his hand sliding just a bit higher on your thigh. “You think I’d just leave you out here by yourself?” His voice drops, low and rough like gravel.

Your heart thuds against your ribs, and you swallow down the sudden rush of heat. “Seems like you’ve been keeping your distance,” you whisper, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

His smile falters, and his hand pauses. “Didn’t think you wanted me around like that,” he admits quietly, his thumb tracing slow circles against your leg. “But you keep looking at me like that, and it’s hard to ignore.”

You’re not sure if it’s the firelight or the tension in his eyes, but you suddenly feel bolder. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his jaw, right where his stubble scrapes against your skin. “And how exactly am I looking at you?”

He huffs a soft laugh, his other hand finding your waist and squeezing gently. “Like you want me to pin you to the ground right here.”

The words send a thrill down your spine, and you can’t help the way your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips find yours, tentative at first, like he’s still testing the waters. But when you nip at his bottom lip, he groans softly, his hand tightening on your thigh.

“You really think I didn’t notice you watching me today?” He mutters against your mouth, his voice rough and teasing. “The way your eyes kept wandering every time I lifted something heavy... made me wonder if you wanted me to throw you over my shoulder next.”

Your cheeks burn, but you don’t deny it. Instead, you press harder against him, your body craving his warmth. “Maybe I did,” you whisper. “Maybe I still do.”

Reiner doesn’t waste another second, his lips crashing back into yours with a force that steals your breath. He pulls you into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips as his hands find your waist, holding you firm. The campfire crackles behind you, the cool night air nipping at your skin, but none of it matters when his mouth trails down your neck, nipping and kissing in a way that makes you gasp.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he growls, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “But hell if I’m gonna stop now.”

You practically whimper under his touch, "good, 'cause I don't want you to..."

That's all it takes. He lifts you by your waist, your legs still wrapped around him, and he carries you to your tent across the campfire. He sets you down, unzips the tent, and the two of you quickly file in. He zips the tent shut behind you, and your heart races realizing what you're getting yourself into.

"We'll have to be quiet," he whispers as he quickly tears off his shirt. "Don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

Your face gets warm and you nod. You also remove your shirt, exposing your bare chest before him.

"Damn, no bra?" He smirks, staring at your tits with blown pupils.

You shake your head. "I was planning on lying down in a bit, so," you giggle, "but this is much better."

He nods, and wraps his strong arms around you pulling you close. Reiner’s hands find your waist, his thumbs brushing over your soft sides as his lips press hot kisses to your neck. “You’re making it real hard to stay quiet,” you moan softly, voice heavy with need and desire.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “Maybe I like pushing your limits,” he teases, and you bite back a gasp when his mouth moves lower, teeth scraping lightly against your collarbone.

His hands slide up, cupping your bare breasts with a touch that makes your breath hitch. His thumbs graze over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from you that you quickly muffle with your hand. He massages your nipples with his calloused fingers, drawing out more soft noises from your pretty lips.

Reiner chuckles, his lips ghosting over the swell of your chest. “So damn pretty,” he breathes, his mouth finding one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it—his mouth is hot and slick with his saliva. His lips wrap around your nipple, and he sucks gently, continuing to massage your other breast with his large hand, tugging and pulling your nipple, causing you to whine under his touch.

He's practically drooling on your breast—his saliva running hot down it and down the rest of your chest. He grips your other breast tighter, relishing the way your skin feels under his touch. Your hand travels down his chest, tracing the dips and ridges of his muscles, and it settles at the waistband of his pants. You can feel his trail of hair at his naval, and it makes your core ache with desire.

Your back arches into him, your thighs squeezing his hips as he lavishes attention on your skin. “Reiner,” you whisper, voice trembling.

He looks up at you from beneath heavy lids, his lips wet and swollen. “God, I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “Thought I was gonna lose my mind today, watching you bend over to grab those logs. Had to take a walk just to get myself together.”

Heat pools low in your stomach, and you can’t help the smug little smile that tugs at your lips. “You’re not the only one who was struggling,” you admit. “Watching you haul those heavy bags, sweat running down your chest... I almost lost it.”

A deep, rumbling growl vibrates against your skin as he moves back up to capture your lips again, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers kneading your bare skin. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans, pulling your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.

Your hand travels to his belt buckle, and you unbuckle it swiftly, helping him remove his pants along with his boxers. He sighs as his painful erection is freed from its confines. You look down and gasp at the sight of him—he's long and thick, and his hair is neat and dark blonde. His heart swells with confidence, and he lays you down on your sleeping bag on the ground.

"I can't promise this will be very comfortable," he begins, "but I'll do everything I can to make sure you enjoy yourself," he promises as he grips your knees and spreads your legs apart, presenting you to him. You cover your face, slightly embarrassed, and he moves your arm away. "No," he whispers, "baby, I wanna see you—you're absolutely stunning. You have no reason to be embarrassed." He smiles softly at you while looking deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of you wanting out of this. After seeing none, he moves his face closer to your wetness, and he exhales sharply.

He wastes no time, and immediately brings a finger to your slit, collecting the arousal that has built up. You already let a moan slip out, and you bite your lip trying to quiet yourself. He chuckles to himself, feeling proud, and he moves his finger from your slit up to your clit, and starts to rub it with small circular motions. You writhe under his touch, already desperate for more.

He slides one of his thick fingers into your hole, and lets out a soft groan. "God, you're so tight," he whispers, looking up at you, admiring your face. "Can't wait to see you take my cock," he smirks, living for the way your face heats up at his words.

"Reiner~" you whine, slightly embarrassed, yet also loving what's conspiring between you two. Your face continues to heat up and you cover your eyes to hide yourself again.

"What?" he chortles, as he adds another finger into your cunt, "you like when I tell you how much I've wanted your little pussy to take my cock, huh?" He grins, relishing in your reaction. "Well, she's taking just two of my fingers so well right now," he continues. "Wonder how well she'd take three, hmm?"

He does as he says, and slides a third finger into your cunt, causing you to moan out his name quite loudly—hopefully not waking up Connie or Marco in the tent next to yours. He spreads his fingers inside of you, stretching you out so good you swear you can see stars. His mouth lowers down to your clit, and he licks at it softly at first. He swirls his tongue around it, and wraps his lips around it—sucking gently. His other hand grips your plush thigh possessively, and he smacks it lightly, earning another moan from your lips.

His fingers work their magic inside of you, brushing against every spot that makes you want to cum right then and there. He's got your slick juices coating his fingers—it dribbles down his wrist, and it glistens lowly in the darkness of the tent—only the moonlight and the low flicker of the campfire passing through the thin fabric separating you two from the rest of the world.

You arch your back as he sucks your clit harsher, and fucks his fingers inside of you quicker. "Reiner," you gasp, as your hand flies down to his head, pulling his blonde locks harshly. He lets out a deep groan against your cunt, his gravelly voice sending deep vibrations up your body. You gasp, and suddenly squirt all over his fingers and face. Your face burns hot once more, afraid he'll react negatively.

His fingers ride you through your orgasm, not wanting to end it too soon. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out, and moves his mouth down to your hole, and his tongue slips in, slurping up all the juices and slickness your wet cunt has to offer him. You moan again, and tug on his hair as he continues to eat your pussy like it's his last meal. You moan out his name over and over, his grip on your thighs tight, his fingertips sure to leave bruises in the morning.

His tongue explores the inside of your cunt as his nose brushes against your clit, causing your thighs to clamp shut around his head. You're feeling extremely overstimulated, but that doesn't stop him—you're not sure if anything could at this point. He pulls his tongue out, and licks up and down your slit, and kisses your cunt over and over. You throw your head back in bliss, and he leans back slightly. He spits on your cunt, and spreads his saliva all around your lips and clit with his tongue. He sucks on your clit once more, soaking wet with his saliva and your arousal, and two of his fingers slide inside of you again with ease. You cry out his name, your thighs trembling and shaking against his head, hopefully not suffocating him.

He makes scissoring motions with his fingers, and he gently takes your clit between his teeth. Your core immediately is hot, your vision white, stomach pulling tight as you orgasm a second time on his face. He moans deeply into your pussy, his tongue lapping up everything it has to offer. He pulls away, out of breath, face pink and wet. "You're so unbelievably fucking sexy, God damn."

He lies down next to you, and pulls you on top of him. He leans forward, and kisses your lips, your jaw, your breasts once more. He lies fully back down, and lines you up with his lap. You hesitate for a moment, looking down at his chest that is rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath. You look up into his eyes, that are blown wide and full of need and desire. Without a word, he gently pulls you over him, guiding your hips so you’re hovering above his hardened, aching and leaking cock. You shiver, feeling the heat of him against your wetness, and you lower yourself just enough to tease him, feeling the tip brush against your entrance.

Reiner groans at the contact, his hands sliding to your waist as he gives you an encouraging, “go on, baby. I know you want to.”

You push yourself down just enough for him to slip inside, a slow and tantalizing stretch as you take him inch by inch. The feeling of his thickness filling you has you gasping, and you pause to adjust to the feeling, trying to steady your breathing.

He watches you with intensity, his hands gripping your waist tightly, but allowing you to move at your own pace. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “You feel so fucking good around me. I swear, you were made for this cock.”

Your face flushes as you begin to move, rising and falling on his cock in a rhythm that makes your stomach tighten with pleasure. His hands guide your hips, helping you find a steady pace. You lean forward slightly, bracing yourself on his chest, and the angle shifts, allowing you to feel him even deeper inside. He groans deeply, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, grabbing and massaging the soft flesh as you continue your steady pace.

"Such a good girl," he groans, relishing in the way your cunt milks his needy cock. "You like taking my cock, huh?" He asks you, as he nips at your neck, sure to leave marks for everyone else to see.

"Mhmm," you whine, totally drunk on him. His cock stretches you out in the most pleasurable way, the burn of him stretching you out almost immediately diminishing as you continue to ride him. You grip his shoulders tight, steadying yourself, and bounce a little harder on him.

He groans deeply, smacking your ass with both of his large hands. "Yeah, baby? You like being stretched open by my big fat cock? Hmm?"

You're practically drooling with how good he feels, and you nod fervently.

"Say it," he groans, his grip meeting your hips again as he starts fucking up into you, matching your pace.

"Mmm, Reiner, I-I love the way you feel i-inside of me," you mewl, eyes hazy and mind cloudy.

He grips your hips tightly, claiming you as his. "Fuck, you don't know how-how long I've wanted this, wanted you," he confesses as he continues to fuck into you. His girth makes you putty in his hands, and you pant above him, nodding at practically whatever he says. He looks up at your cock drunk face, and smirks. "Look at you," he breathes sharply, "you love being my little cock slut, don't you?"

You nod, and moan above him, intoxicated by his touch. He continues to rut up inside of you, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. He groans deeply, obviously obsessed with the sight of you. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you," he promises. "Just gonna ruin you first."

He grips your hips tighter, and quickens his pace, his hips moving faster and faster. You continue to let out long streams of moans, totally unaware of your surroundings at this point, and definitely waking people up around you. Reiner growls as he continues to pump himself inside you, his large cock abusing every inch of your walls. His fat tip keeps slamming against your cervix, and the veins on his cock rub against your walls with every thrust.

You clench tightly around him, and your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. He huffs loudly, "fuck, baby if you keep clenching my cock like that, I'm not gonna last much longer."

You like the idea of him filling you up, so you clench his cock even harder as his thrusts quicken. "Mmmm, Reiner," you drool, your mind only thinking of him and his cock.

He grunts, and grips your hips even tighter if that were possible—absolutely leaving marks in his wake. "Fuck baby, I could hear you moan my name all night," he groans, his hips starting to lose their rhythm. "Fuck, fuck," he whimpers, as he holds you still, releasing fat, hot spurts of cum into your pussy, painting your walls white. You follow right after, orgasming for the third time tonight.

He fucks his cum deep inside of you, not wanting to pull out, not wanting any cum to escape. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, "you belong to me now. Every inch of you is mine," he claims, low and possessive. You don't even really comprehend what he's saying, and you just nod—too fucked out to do anything else.

He eventually does pull out, and he spins you around onto all fours, your hands and knees immediately making contact with the sharp twigs and rocks under your sleeping bag. "God, you're such a good little slut for me, I can't possibly call it a night," he mumbles as he gives your ass a few good smacks, admiring the way you yelp under his touch. He languidly plays with your pussy while he waits for his cock to get hard again, not wanting the night to end.

You bite your lip, and whine under his touch, fucked beyond comprehension. But it's not over, oh no.

Once his cock is finally hard again, he wastes no time in getting back to fucking your brains out. He brushes his sensitive tip against your sopping wet folds, earning groans from the both of you. He pushes himself back inside, where it's warm and welcoming, and he sighs. Your cunt accepts him without struggle, and he pushes in all the way to the hilt. A soft "fuck" escapes his lips, as he tosses his head back and sighs. He grabs your waist with one hand, and runs his other hand along your back as he starts fucking into you at a decent pace once more. You arch your back for him, your face pressed against your pillow on the ground.

"God, you're fucking dripping for me," he mumbles as he stares at the way his cock easily slides in and out of your soaking hole. It leaves a creamy white ring at the base of him, a mixture of both your arousal. "Your pretty little pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me baby, never wanna let you go. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget anyone else has ever touched you," he says under his breath, not really expecting an answer. He picks up the pace, his cock continuing to bully its way in and out of your cunt over and over again.

His hips continue to snap against your ass, his pace getting harsher, eager to make you orgasm once more. He's lost count at this point, but he knows it's never enough. He continues to eye the way your cunt sucks in his cock, greedily taking all he has to give. "Such a needy little cock slut, aren't you?" He asks roughly, gripping the hair that's splayed over your shoulder. You yelp, and he pulls your back flush to his chest as he continues to pound into you. "You're such a good fucking girl, taking everything I give you, yeah? You're my filthy little thing, and I wouldn't have you any other way."

You cry out at the intensity of his thrusts, his words also getting to you. You can't even form a complete sentence, all you can do is moan his name over and over again, the thought of waking people up long gone. “Can’t even think straight, can you?" He asks, smirking as he fucks up into you even harsher. "I’ve got you that dumb on my dick already?"

You can't take it anymore, and your walls clench around his abusive cock, spasming as they release yet another orgasm. You're unsure how many it's been, four? five? It's definitely the most you've ever came in one night, that's for sure. He growls, the feeling of your walls spasming against him is enough to throw him over the edge once more. He cries out your name as he releases his load inside of you once more—you feel like he's filled you to the max.

He hesitantly pulls out of you, not wanting to overstimulate either of you. He gently lies you on your back on the sleeping bag, and kisses down your sweaty chest and abdomen, making his way to your cunt once more. "Reiner," you weakly call out. "I-I can't c-cum again," you whine.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," he coos, as his mouth meets your cunt once more. His grip on your thighs is softer, yet still firm, as his tongue laps up any juices that have escaped your hole. He relishes in the taste of your arousal mixed with his load, and he continues to lap at your hole until you're mostly cleaned off. The only noises to be heard are your labored breathing, and his tongue slurping and sucking at your pussy, along with your breathy moans, and his deep grunts. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand sheepishly, suddenly feeling exposed and shy. He gently pulls his t-shirt on your naked frame, and grabs some of your spare blankets in the tent, making himself a makeshift bed next to your sleeping bag.

He tucks you into your sleeping bag, and your exhausted face makes his heart swell. He looks at you lovingly, wondering if a relationship will bloom between you two, or if this was a one night stand. He really hopes not. He's not that kind of guy.

He lies down next to you, and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. His fingers brush through your hair, and he kisses the top of your head, closing his eyes.

The sun has just risen, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange. The fire from the night before is just a smoldering pile of ash, and a few early birds are chirping nearby. You and Reiner are still tangled up in each other, his arm draped protectively around your waist. You’re half asleep when you hear the unmistakable sound of someone unzipping a tent.

Connie’s voice rings out, muffled but unmistakable. “Yo, Marco, did you hear all of that last night?”

Marco yawns, stretching his arms overhead. “Hear what?”

Connie snorts. “Are you fucking serious? The... noises. Thought I was dreaming at first. Someone was definitely having a good time.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you catch Reiner’s sleepy grin. He pulls you closer, clearly not bothered. You, on the other hand, are mortified.

Marco hums, thoughtful. His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink when he realizes what Connie is saying. “Oh... yeah. It was pretty loud. Wonder who it was.”

Connie’s voice drops to a whisper, but it’s still loud enough for you and Reiner to hear. “Bet it was Reiner. Guy’s built like a brick house—probably doesn’t even know how to be quiet.”

Reiner chuckles softly into your hair, his lips brushing against your ear. “Told you we’d have to be quiet,” he teases, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip.

Before you can respond, there’s a loud, exaggerated cough from outside your tent. “Hey, Reiner!” Connie calls out, amusement clear in his tone. “You good in there, buddy? Hope you didn’t hurt (Y/N)!”

You bury your face in Reiner’s chest, embarrassed beyond belief. Reiner just smirks, squeezing your waist. “Yeah, don't worry, she's good,” he shouts back, voice deep and unbothered. “Thanks for your concern.”

There’s some muffled laughter from the other tent, and you can hear Marco trying to shush Connie. “Leave him alone. You know he’s down bad for her.”

Reiner just hums, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Guess the secret’s out,” he whispers, his tone full of pride rather than shame.

AOT MASTERLIST

OTHER AOT CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

REINER BRAUN MASTERLIST

ʚɞ

188 notes · View notes

angelanimedesaray · 3 months ago

Text

Wings in the Dark Chapter 30: Stability

AN: *Comes back after a year since this was written, grabs the old an about coming back with a bang and throws it in the trash, turns to the audience*

I am a year or so or however long its been older and wiser and a pending bipolar and/or adhd diagnosis in limbo until I drag my ass to the doctor, cat got hit by a car, really bad financial drama happened at work that may have been the worst stressor ever we will NOT get into--THINGS HAPPENED!

And I know better than to make any promises with my fickleness, but i'm trying, this story is always in my brain (As well as a sw fanfic but that's not for here) and I have no intention of leaving this story untold, I even came back with new ideas to add to the space of five years between fall of the wall and appearance of Eren I was puzzling over when i went on hiatus. BUT we have all seen the patterns, I will go on hiatus' and randomly come back with more chapters. Hopefully this time I stick with it a bit longer, I had at least two chapters written before I disappeared, so you'll AT LEAST get those.

Oh, and before I turn it over to the content, year+ ago me wanted you to know I was getting back into writing the characters and to forgive characterization inconsistencies while I got back into it, this chapter went through 5 rewrites before it got to this state, and apparently had some whiplash with the song vibes as I was listening to Call of Silence from the OST and Till It Hurts by Yellow Claw on a two song repeat writing this last draft.

Also, new WITD divider image from saradika-graphics here on tumblr

Okay, have fun! I'm going to go work on chapter 32! I'll tell you where I'm at writing wise NOW when we get to that chapter O.o

Characters: Levi, Vampire!Fem!Reader, Erwin, OC Vampire Character (Emery), Eld (Briefly)

Pairing: Levi x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Blood Drinking (Discussed), Spice but not Smut (Biting, Making Out, steamy stuff like that)

Word Count: 11922

<---Previous Chapter Masterlist Next Chapter---->

*Reader’s POV*

The state of the Underground hadn’t gotten any better since you’d last been here.

Not that you expected it to, the place reeked, was drenched in filth and stale air, and there were people lurking in the shadows that were either on death’s door or were leering at passerby’s waiting for someone that looked like an easy mark or seemed to have something worth taking.

While you and Emery traveled into the depths of the dark city, you glared at anyone that looked your way and thought the fresh and youthful faced Emery was an easy mark, easily scaring them off with your more imposing presence that threatened death at best if they tried to mark your companion for their crimes. Emery, at least, seemed to have heard enough stories about the Underground, or had indeed taken to heart your many warnings and briefings on the way down here, and stayed a half step behind you the whole time despite his own vampiric strength being capable of keeping him safe from nearly every thug and shadowy individual the two of you passed.

It was a good thing you’d been careful to teach him how to block out sensory information before delving down here–he’d only gagged seven times since coming down here when his concentration slipped, which wasn’t bad at all.

As you reached the darker depths of the Underground, the places where the shadows loomed darker, the mud never truly dried, and a presence of dread pressed upon passerbys, you gestured for Emery to follow you into one of the abandoned buildings a couple blocks in, allowing the two of you at least a moment to pause and make sure you were both prepared for what came next.

Namely, Emery.

When you turned to look at him, you could see even in the shut in darkness of the empty warehouse how pale he looked, and not just from thirst. There was a tremble in his hand, and he swallowed painfully loudly when your gaze met his.

“I don’t want to do this,” Emery hissed softly into the darkness. He’d been gradually getting worse as the days passed, and you had discovered he’d been preying on birds and squirrels and other small animals that happened to be in the immediate area around the cave in an attempt to keep himself satiated. However, there wasn’t enough to keep the thirst at bay, and eventually he’d had no choice but to relent and follow you to satisfy the craving. That didn’t mean that he fully agreed. Or that he was willing. He was just running out of options, and the hunger was starting to take precedence, even over his morality.

Considering he was digging in his heels again, though, that resistance was still there.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair under your cloak as you gazed back at the terrified young man. “Emery, we’ve been through this–”

“No, I know what you’re going to say, but I can’t do this, I don’t want to kill anyone,” Emery hissed back in the darkness, panic coloring his tone.

“I understand that, believe me, I do–”

“No, you don’t, not really, otherwise you wouldn’t be pushing me to do this, you wouldn’t have done this yourself, I don’t want to be a monster–” Emery panicked, starting to work himself into hysterics. You had to get a grasp on this before it spiraled out of control.

Burying the slash of pain in your chest at the statement calling you and what you’d done to survive in the past monstrous, you carefully stepped up to the young man who was starting to hyperventilate in front of you, placing gentle hands on his arms to try and soothe him. “Emery, breathe…deep breaths…you need to settle down, before you draw attention to us,” you told him seriously but in as gentle of a tone as you could manage, trying to catch his gaze as it darted around at your surroundings.

You’d been slowly refining this speech for this moment, specifically, and you sincerely hoped that it was going to be good enough to convince him, this time.

“I do understand, because I’ve been where you’re at, right now. And in the past I was so scared of myself and of hurting–killing–other people, I tried to die before I could. Clearly it didn’t work, but…I do understand that fear,” you said steadily, feeling a brief flash of relief when Emery looked at you with wide eyes at the little bit of yourself you offered him to get him to see that you did, in fact, understand the feelings he was struggling with. “I don’t want to make you a monster or a murderer, Emery. I’m trying to help you avoid that, in the long run. But right now, it can’t be helped. You have to drink to survive. But you don’t have the control for a donor even if I could find you one, the forest animals aren’t enough for you to live on, and the animals not only are vital to the people starving because of a food shortage right now, but as long as you’re drinking from them, you’re never going to be able to learn the control to be around people again without being a threat to them. It’s ugly, and dark, and messy, and bloody, but you have to go through this stage first before you can get better.”

You squeezed his shoulders in reassurance, making sure to hold his gaze. “You don’t have to go through this alone like I did, though. I’m here to help you, okay? You’ll get through this, and eventually you won’t have to kill to survive anymore. But you have to get through this part, first, and that’s what I’m trying to help you do, but you have to let me.”

Emery’s eyes seemed to shine even in the darkness, expression distraught and lost as his shoulders sagged under your hands. “I can’t…I can’t take hurting anyone else. I can’t do it…”

Your heart throbbed, looking up and around at the warehouse around you as if it might give you answers, while the teenager in front of you struggled not to sob with the enhanced despair crushing down on his too-pure soul for this bloody life.

There was no way you were going to get him to hunt on his own tonight. He wasn’t capable of that same thing you could do where you could mentally and emotionally distance yourself from the kill, compartmentalize it into a dark bloody box in the recesses of your mind and let it hurt like a dull ache at the bottom of your heart when your thoughts wandered to its contents. But he needed blood, or he was going to get dangerous, and he needed to start learning this so he could be more self-sufficient. You couldn’t keep leaving him to small fuzzy animals in the wilds and the dark solitude of a cave, which was all he would get if he didn’t make this step.

…you could at least meet him halfway. He wasn’t ready to do this himself, wasn’t ready for a kill, was in no state for it tonight and probably wouldn’t be for some time still. But there were still things you could do to compromise, to help him make progress without pushing him to do this thing he was terrified to do, and justifiably.

You could save the philosophical discussion about killing to survive and if vampires killing for the blood they needed to live fell into that grace area or not another time, when he was well fed and you weren’t standing in an abandoned building in one of the more dangerous parts of the Underground. Right now, you just had to get him to feed.

“Okay. I’m not going to make you do something you can’t do, Emery,” you tell him softly, and his shaking, half sobbed breaths caught for a moment at the statement. You didn’t judge him for how quickly he fell into tears and sobs, knowing he was still struggling with the emotional control and this was, after all, a highly charged and emotional topic–and he was, immortal or not, a literal kid–a teenager. “But you still need to learn to hunt properly, and we need to start actively teaching you control. I’ll do the dirty work tonight. I’ll teach you how to do the hunt, you’ll do most of it under my supervision, but I’ll make the kill and you can have the blood afterwards. It will still be good long enough for you to take what you need, it takes a little while for the blood to go stagnant and…sour, so to speak, to dead man’s blood.”

Emery still looked ill, but he recognized this compromise you were offering him for the gift it was. Not having to do the act itself…he would still be complicit, yes, but at least his hands wouldn’t be directly bloody. That’s what you were thinking, anyway, why you offered it.

“I don’t know if I can…choose who lives and dies like that,” Emery said in a hushed tone, though his shaking had eased and he seemed to be calming down.

“Then I’ll pick the target–this time. I’ll show you how it’s done, and you just watch…you don’t have to watch me kill them, though. Just be ready to hurry over to start drinking before the blood can go stale. Deal?” you compromised again.

Emery hesitated. He was far too gentle. Whoever had made this poor kid into a vampire was cruel, putting someone with this much kindness and passivity in his heart into this position where he had to spill blood to survive, where being around people tempted him to go into a blood haze, to rend and murder anyone in its path, until he could gain control of his new alien bloodlust.

Gentle hearts did not mix well with vampirism. This wasn’t going to be easy for him. In fact, it was likely to be more hellish on the heart and soul for Emery than it had been for you. After you had turned, you'd gradually discovered steel in your spine and fire in your heart; that you could be sharp as a blade and hard as the walls when you needed to survive. Either Emery didn't have that at all, or he just hadn't found it yet.

Hopefully the latter was the case, for both your sakes.

“Okay,” he murmured in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it. He seemed to go weak in the knees after agreeing, like his agreement to the bloodshed had been some kind of physical blow.

You gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder before you released him, keeping an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t going to sway and topple over once you let him go before you turned your attention back to the Underground that stretched out around you outside the abandoned building.

“We’ll talk more about survival and morality and everything else, later. First…I’ll get you some blood,” you murmured, steps sure all the way to the doorway, waiting until Emery reluctantly fell into step behind you before your footsteps turned into a hunter’s prowl, and you started the ritual you hadn’t needed to execute since Levi had offered you the alternative you wished desperately to give the gentle-hearted kid you’d been teaching the past few weeks.

Later. You could reflect on this later. For now…the hunt.

*Levi’s POV*

She was back much earlier than he’d been expecting.

Levi had gone through his tea a lot faster than normal, already on the third cup and having switched from regular black tea to poking through his options once or twice to try and find something that would help him stay awake and alert like he wanted but would also help calm down his damn nerves. He was seated at one of the corner tables that gave him a better chance at being overlooked by any late night visitors, one hand continued to fill out the paperwork he’d brought to distract him between the page turns and the time it took him to read what was in front of him, while the other traced along the rim of his freshly made cup of tea, still fresh enough that steam wafted into the air a few shades lighter than the smoke burning from the candle flame. He’d found it ridiculously difficult to focus on his paperwork, yet his gaze kept flickering to the candle shedding the light he was working by, unable to stop looking as it slowly melted, tracking each half hour that she was down there in the Underdark. It felt like he was hyper aware of every minute that slipped by, which made it frustratingly difficult to successfully distract himself with his work while he waited for her return.

He had yet to successfully distract himself and stop glancing over at the candle when she did appear, still wrapped up in her plain cloak with a deep frown marring her features as she stepped inside, immediately garnering Levi’s attention.

“What the hell are you doing back so early?” Levi asked, paperwork quickly forgotten at the sight of her. The only reasons she would be back this early was if something had gone very wrong, or if things had progressed much faster and smoother than she had been anticipating.

Given their track record with the Underground, Levi wasn’t going to get his hopes high that it was anything other than bad.

Y/N’s gaze flickered over to him, but she didn’t deviate from her course towards the kitchens. “Let me get something to drink, first, and I’ll tell you what happened,” she offered.

As she passed, Levi did a quick glance over her just to make sure she was at least outwardly fine. No blood on her cloak, though she usually washed away any she may have gotten on her before returning to headquarters, she wasn’t moving strange, there wasn’t anything that looked scuffed or dirty, she didn’t seem to be hurt–aside from the frown, she seemed fine, which was a bit of consolation despite the concern her early return and the frown on her face stirred up.

Even though he could see that outwardly, physically, she was fine, he still didn’t wait. She’d barely entered the kitchen before he decided he was going to follow, getting up to enter the kitchen after her, where she had already discovered the tea kettle Levi had been using, teacup in hand and ready to start making herself the usual cup of chamomile.

Levi crossed the room before she could even finish turning around to face him, a bit of surprise on her face when she found him already in her personal space, one of his hands reaching out to cover her hand resting on the teacup, keeping both hand and cup still against the counter while keeping her in place as his other hand reached out to brace against the counter on her other side. He studied her closer, attempting to gauge from her eyes and the way she was acting just how bad it had been.

“Tell me what happened,” Levi said, firm enough to be borderline a command, but soft enough that his voice betrayed the worry that was spurring on the inquiry that couldn’t even wait for her to brew a cup of tea.

Y/N’s startled expression only stayed for a few more moments before it softened, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek with her fingertips curling gently along his jawline to soothe him. It did work a bit–he couldn’t help the way he reacted to the touch, the warmth and the comfort that started to spread through him at such a tender gesture–though it didn’t erase the worry coursing through him.

“Nothing serious happened, Levi, not in the way you’re probably thinking right now,” she soothed him, though his tension didn’t melt away due to the spark of worry she couldn’t hide in her eyes–there was still something to be concerned about. “There weren’t any hunters, there weren’t any hitches in the hunt itself, no other vampires crept up–nothing serious like that.”

“But something still happened,” Levi deadpanned, gaze unwavering from her own, especially since it kept giving her away–the flash of unease at his statement, for example. Her eliminating other vampires and hunters and remarking that the hunt went smoothly meant that it had to be Emery, based on what information Levi did have.

Did the bloodlust come a little too easily for her to be comfortable? Did she get more confirmation of his ripper tendencies? She spoke highly of the kid’s character, or at the very least kept reiterating how he was tender and gentle and good hearted, but Levi had not–and she had better not–forgotten what he was capable of, the potential violence he could grow into and the kind of real monster it could breed. All the kindness and even personal bonds in the world wasn’t enough in the face of a vampire’s first years of thirst, as Y/N’s gruesome story of how she’d been turned and the butcher Emery had caused at the scent of blood bleakly attested to.

Standing this close to her, he could still smell a faint whiff of the Underground on her, and alongside it, the faintest hint of blood. Something he didn’t expect to catch on her if Emery was the one that was supposed to be doing the killing.

Before he could finish making the connections, she finally spoke up, sighing wearily before she let her hand trail down from his cheek to rest gently over his heart, the other hand still trapped within Levi’s own against the counter.

“Emery couldn’t do it, so I had to,” she finally said. “I don’t know how much of a role his heightened emotions that he still hasn’t gotten control of play in it, how much of it is stalwartly at his core, but he’s just too…soft-hearted. Normally I say being a gentle person isn’t a bad thing, but in this case he just…started to shatter on the spot, fell right into hysterics, could not do it, so I had to compromise. Told him to watch and try to learn what I was doing, but I would do the actual hunt and he could reap the results so he’s not still starving up in that mountain.”

She looked off to the side where the tea kettle was still sitting as she spoke. “I don’t know what I’m going to do if he can’t get past this, make this work in a way for him that will allow him a bit of self sufficiency when it comes to his survival. I’m not even sure how to teach him this if this is my starting point, I wasn’t expecting it to be at this point. If he can’t get past this, if he continues to outright refuse like he did tonight…I can’t hunt for him forever, he can’t feed on animals, he won’t be able to compel anyone for decades–I can’t even do that yet. I’m not sure what to do with him, now.”

Levi had listened closely through her explanation, studying her quietly and turning over the information she gave him in his mind as he considered what he should say, taking care to try and figure out the right words to use considering this was a topic that touched on some sensitive topics she was still carrying around with her. Since she was still looking away as she finished speaking, Levi reached out to gently grasp her chin and tilt her head back towards him, thumb briefly stroking side to side across her chin.

On the one hand, the news was quick to rile his anger, gaze narrowing slightly to hear that she had needed to take matters into her own hands and get even more blood on them, even though she was supposed to be finally free of taking human life to survive with Levi providing her blood, instead. She was supposed to be working to wash the blood off like she had told him was part of her intention for being here, now that she wasn’t adding any more–or wasn’t supposed to be, anyway. They’d been arguing about the risk to her going back Underground, how much danger it put her in–Levi hadn’t even brought up how crucial of a part she was starting to play in the Scouts and how putting her in danger was also threatening to deal a harsh blow to the Scouts and their improving death rates arguably when it mattered most that they continue to progress. She was taking these risks, putting herself back in danger, now getting more blood on her hands to try and help this kid, and he wasn’t making an attempt to make this work? She wasn’t talking about backing out, she was upset about not knowing what to do next to help him. If she kept going down there and doing this for the young vampire, if she kept putting herself in increasing danger and he continued to refuse to follow what she was trying to teach him…

He could see this ending very badly if it continued in this direction, and could see her bearing the brunt of it. But he could also see why she was doing it, why she was still inclined to find a way to make it work. What she saw of this kid told her that he was a good kid–too good, ironically, since therein lay the crux of the issue–and it was a reassurance that he didn’t take human life so lightly, that it was something he was truly struggling with…

But it wasn’t so cut and dry. Emery’s decisions about this were going to have an impact far beyond him, were going to affect Y/N, and by extension the Scouts. And if he didn’t learn to control himself, didn’t put in the work–as bloody as it was–to get to a similar place as Y/N, then a lot of people–more innocent people–were going to suffer and die along the way for it, either directly or indirectly. There wasn’t really a good choice here, but when the hell was there? The choice the kid had in front of him was to either learn to control himself, not hurt as many people, and try to direct the carnage away from the more innocent until he developed the control and connections to get to a similar place as Y/N in the future, or he could continue to refuse, never really learning how to control his thirst, any human that bleeds around him always under great threat, some even just needing to get near him to be in danger, and Y/N possibly suffering deadly consequences for it–Levi could lose her along that path despite having just started to really have her in his life, not to mention the Scouts and Humanity would lose their best weapon against the titans and chance for more people surviving in that worse case scenario.

Levi knew exactly what choice Emery should make, in Levi’s mind–Levi would have already made it by now if he could. The second choice wasn’t an option Levi was going to accept, at least not to that extent. It didn’t make the first choice right, per say–Levi and Y/N had already had the complicated discussions about her old diet, and Levi had already made his feelings on the matter clear back then. But Levi wasn’t going to let the situation develop to the point that many people suffered for the inaction of one teenage vampire. And if Emery wanted to follow along the second path, then Y/N wasn’t going to get caught in the crossfires for it, she’d have to cut her losses before the situation got any worse.

Levi’s hand tightened around Y/N’s as he came to his resolution, gaze roaming over her features. This could easily become another fight...

“You’re not going to have to hunt for him anymore,” Levi said decisively. Y/N’s gaze turned wary in the face of the hard edge in Levi’s eyes, and Levi let go of her chin and pushed away, taking the teacup that had been in her hand in the process as he headed over to the tea kettle.

“I will if I can’t get him out of his own head and convince him to actually hunt, which was what I was trying to do before we went out today…not that it worked.”

Levi took a few seconds to start making her tea for her, giving himself the little extra time to put the right words together.

“You see yourself in him,” Levi stated, simply summing up the conversation they’d had the night they’d returned from the chaos of the fall of Wall Maria. “You want to treat him gently, because you wish someone had been there for you that way when you first turned.”

Her silence was enough confirmation for him to continue.

“But you can’t. Back then, there was only you at stake. For him, there’s a hell of a lot more damage that’ll be done if this goes south,” Levi said flatly, coming back over to where she was standing to hand her the cup. She took it wordlessly, but the look on her face was…less than pleased. Well, she wasn’t going to get any happier with what else he had to say.

“He’s not you, and you’re not him, so stop comparing. You were able to figure out your situation and make quick choices to survive and stuck with it, took the consequences. He’s indecisive and dragging his feet, making a shitstorm that could affect a hell of a lot more people. He doesn’t need coddled right now. He needs to get a face-full of the reality of the situation he’s in and make a choice. That way you know if you need to get out before you pay for it, or if he’s going to step up and put in some effort to survive.”

Y/N hesitated, both hands curled around her cup. “I don’t want to push him too hard too fast, it’s always like he’s a few seconds away from shattering. And it’s hard to be harsh with him, knowing what he’s going through, how terrifying it all is.”

We’re all just a bunch of bleeding hearts, it seems.

Levi sighed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the table behind him, fixing his stare on her. “If you won’t give him a reality check, then I will.”

Her head snapped up at that, gaze a lot sharper and focused now, eyes narrowed on him. “I thought we were done having the discussion of why that’s a bad idea, and you going anywhere near him isn’t going to happen?”

“The situation’s changed. Again. If you don’t want to push him, then someone else needs to step in and do it. I’m the obvious choice.”

As always, at this rate.

“Levi–”

“No,” Levi cut her off, tone a bit harsher than he intended. “It’d be safer if I wasn’t around him, he doesn’t have control, I know, you’ve made all that clear. He already knows you have a human…” Levi paused, not sure he knew what the hell to label himself in this situation. “...whatever, and part of the reason you’ve been allowed to go forward with this is your insistence you can control him.”

“I’m not setting up a meeting between you two. It’d be too dangerous, too unpredictable and–”

“And the titans aren’t?” Levi snapped back. “If I can handle you in a spar, I can handle the kid. Between the two of us, we can manage if he loses his shit.”

He wasn’t insane enough to go alone, otherwise he’d have just done it himself already. And the two of them were the best equipped to handle vampires. Sure, there were all kinds of ways it could go, but if both of them were there and prepared to do damage control, they had a better chance of keeping the situation contained with little to no fallout.

And this would give him the chance to size up Emery for himself and get a good read on the kid.

“I’m not dangling you in front of Emery with how little control he has–he may not even be capable of listening to you around any bloodlust he ends up having, which would defeat the whole point of you meeting him.”

“If you want to help this kid, I can’t go to Erwin with ‘it didn’t go well, the kids refusing to learn, Y/N doesn’t know what to do’. Erwin will cut the loss,” Levi said flatly. “You’ve been trying to prepare him for this your way–it didn’t work. Even if he ends up too blood crazy to speak to, I can’t give you any better advice until I see for myself.”

The two of them had a stare down in silence for several long moments, waiting to see who would back out, first. Levi wasn’t going to budge. He’d let her try, let her have her way, they’d scrapped over it, he’d relented, but now…now, she really did need him involved if this was going to work. She was being far too gentle with Emery at the moment.

Not that Levi didn’t pity the poor kid. Y/N had been an adult when she was turned, albeit barely. This kid was in the middle of his teenage years, which probably didn’t help with the erratic emotions. And it truly was a shit situation to be in, to be a freshly turned vampire–even worse at a time like this with the recent fall of a wall and massive food shortage. But pitying the situation wasn’t going to do anything to get him out of it, and pity wasn’t going to do shit in making sure the kid wasn’t frozen up decision wise anymore and not putting himself and Y/N at risk.

“Fine. Fine.” Y/N finally relented, looking away and taking a long drink out of her cup, looking more frustrated than Levi had seen her in a while. “But we’re doing it my way. How we arrange and go about it, I mean,” she added when she saw Levi was about to correct her. Giving Emery a reality check was going to be done Levi’s way.

“Sooner, not later,” Levi stressed.

“I know, just…give me time to give him the heads up first, try to talk about what happened and tell him you’re going to be coming to meet him, because of how…poorly, it went.”

“I’ll make sure you have free time today to go see him.”

“And when you two do meet, we’ll do it during the day, so you can have the added protection of the sun. You can stand outside the cave, and he won’t be able to come near you, not even if he was in a blood frenzy. Though it’ll also be more of a trip, since we’re headed up a mountain on the northwestern side of Wall Sina.”

“We can get an official excuse set up with Erwin.”

A silence fell over the room between them, Y/N continuing to sip on the tea. He still had his in the other room, and paperwork, but there were more personal things he wanted to do and say with her…They probably needed to leave the mess hall, anyway. It was only an old habit that had Levi set up here to wait for her this time, but if Emery got over his indecision and they kept going to the Underground while he learned, then in the future…

“Let me get my shit, and we’ll head up to my office. Last thing we need is some moon eyed rookie wandering in while we’re talking,” Levi said to break the silence, getting up to head back to the dining area. Y/N finished her tea and shadowed him without hesitation, staying a couple steps behind along the way.

Levi started to gather up the paperwork, trying to get the tea he’d left sitting by the papers down before they left and while there was still heat to it. As he did, Y/N came up behind him, her hand brushing gently along his back and remaining on his shoulder blade as she leaned over beside him, helping him gather up the candles and a fair share of his stack.

Levi felt a little of his inner tension drain away at the touch and gesture. She wasn’t angry at him, then, and no fight. Some resistance, some frustration…but no fight. Good…good, she understood, she accepted it, they weren’t going to have to muscle through another rocky spot with each other. She was going to accept the help.

She had asked. She might not like the way he was going to help, but she had asked for help when she opened up to him about not knowing what to do about the situation.

“Do you want help with some of this?”

Levi glanced over at the half of the stack she had in her hand. It was a lot of paperwork, he’d left enough to keep him busy through the night on purpose. But he needed to actually take in the information, put his own signature on things…

“No.”

She looked at him, studying his expression as he leaned over to add the small stack he’d already worked through on top. As he straightened, she leaned over to kiss his cheek, holding the stack in her arms tighter to her.

“I’ll just help where I can fill in information, then,” she mused, already pulling away to start walking now that they had everything gathered between the two of them.

“Tch…”

But he didn’t say she shouldn’t, and the sound of protest was soft. He didn’t actually mind…it was a good excuse for her to stay a bit longer.

The hour was still late enough that their trip from the mess hall to Levi's office was undisturbed, a comfortable silence between them as they traversed the halls. Once inside, Levi still made sure that the door was locked behind them to make sure no one could interrupt, just in case. He didn't expect anyone to come knocking at this time of night if Y/N was already here, but with their track record, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

Levi and Y/N both made their way to his desk, setting their respective piles on the surface before they took seats at opposite sides of the desk. Levi shook his head at her insistence to pitch in with his paperwork, but didn't protest, and they fell into a comfortable routine surprisingly fast.

There were the usual finished and unfinished stacks, of course, but Y/N had also created smaller stacks by the unfinished pile, one that was paperwork she'd filled out for him but still needed read or signed, and another for pages she couldn't help with. As they both added to or took from the piles, their knuckles would occasionally brush against one another, fingertips lingering the few times she handed him a document when they would finish at the same time.

Levi found the work going by much faster, more comfortably, with her there…and not just because she was doing a small portion of it for him. The pages went by faster, the work didn't feel so tiring, and suddenly there were only a few stray papers in the piles she'd sorted for him left to do. Y/N had wandered over to the couch once she'd done what she could, laying down with a soft whoosh of air that barely resembled a sigh. She didn't speak while Levi continued to work, the candlelight growing smaller and the shadows longer until Levi decided enough was enough. What remained were pages he could do in the morning, there were other things he could be doing right now–and wanted to do.

Levi carefully removed his cravat, fingers brushing against the bandage he'd forgotten was hidden beneath. It definitely stopped bleeding by now, he could probably take the damned thing off.

It was a slight detour, but he came back minus a jacket, cravat, and bandage, the small bite wound properly cleaned up and hardly noticeable, and Y/N was still stretched out on the couch, having not made a sound or so much as twitched.

…Dammit, she's asleep, isn't she?

Levi didn't even have to come all the way around the couch to confirm it, he could peer over the edge and see that she was passed out asleep, lips parted, head turned into the cushions and pillowed under one arm, breathing slow and deep.

So much for spending a bit of one on one time together before getting some sleep. He’d been hoping to have a bit of time to set aside business and the serious stuff and simply reassure himself that she was all right and with him, but if this was the most he would get…

His sigh was admittedly a disappointed one, even as he leaned against the edge of the couch with folded arms and watched her for a few moments. How comfortable did she have to be around him to fall asleep on the not-that-comfortable couch that quickly, and with so little fuss?

She’d come a long way to get where she was now. To go from scared barely adult just turned vampire driven underground, to now a cornerstone member of the Scouts (even if it was behind closed doors, only), improving the safety of the formations so they didn’t lose as many people, making plans that actually sounded plausible with Hange to help them capture and learn more about titans, she had friends, she had him–whatever they were, Levi still didn’t know what to label it. She’d come here to find a way to make her abilities as a vampire helpful to other people, to make the lives she’d had to take in order to survive and stay strong enough to survive worth something, and so far, it seemed she was in step with that goal.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone threaten to destroy that progress, not when she’d crawled her way here over the past few decades and was just starting to get a taste of freedom and happiness again, despite the insanity of all the ways the world seemed to be going to shit right now.

Levi straightened up from the couch and made his way over by the door, where his Scout cloak was hanging up. He snatched it off its hook without even looking, coming back over to where Y/N had passed out on his couch and carefully throwing it over the sleeping woman’s shoulders, taking the time to make sure that it was arranged in a way that would be comfortable for her and actually keep her warm. His hand lingered briefly on her shoulder, gazing at her still sleeping form for a few seconds before he made himself pull away, heading over to the desk to finish off those last few pages of paperwork he would have made wait for morning if she’d still been awake. Hopefully, when he finished, he’d be able to catch a few hours of sleep, himself.

He did, of course, finish his paperwork not long after his discovery that Y/N had fallen asleep, and after making sure the fire would last a bit longer into the night and everything was where it needed to be, he had settled back into the chair behind his desk, closing his eyes and simply listening to the soft sound of her breaths in the room and the crackle of the fire. He didn’t even notice when the moment of peace turned to drowsiness, or how quickly he fell asleep after those first few content moments just listening and relishing the moment.

When he started to come to again, it was to the crackle of a fresh fire, the faintest aroma of black tea leaves in the room, the pouring of water and light chink of porcelain, soft, barely heard steps and movements…

Levi was still lifting his head, still coming to a full awareness of the room around him when the steps drew closer, and the lightest touch brushed across his shoulder, causing him to tense for the first few heartbeats that he didn’t know where it was coming from before the familiar voice followed the tender touch.

“Good morning,” Y/N’s voice said softly just off to his side, causing Levi to blearily blink open his eyes to peer up at her, squinting against the light but relaxing against her touch once he realized it was her. He felt her lips press gently against the top of his head, feeling a warmth slowly settle over him at the affection that made it a little more difficult to shake off the morning grogginess.

His neck was a little stiff from how he’d been sleeping slouched over in his chair. He was also realizing that something was draped over him, giving him a thin shield against the chill of the room until the fire warmed it again, hand rising underneath it to discover the familiar feel of his cloak against his fingers. She must have put it around him in turn when she’d woken up.

“I just started heating up water for tea, it shouldn't be too long,” she continued in her quiet tone, and Levi hummed in response, leaning into the gentle touch upon his shoulder blade now that he realized it was her. He could certainly use the tea right now, he might have actually gotten a couple hours last night, and it was taking him a few seconds to shake himself out of the sleepy, guard down stupor.

Speaking of last night…

Levi started to sit up, hair tickling along his eyebrows, one hand tugging the cloak down, allowing it to fall to his lap. “You fell asleep before I could finish my work,” he rumbled, voice still sounding gruff even to his ears from just waking up.

What time was it? How much later than normal was it? His paperwork was done, at least, but he had meetings he had to do with Erwin now, training they still had to go through, coordinating with Y/N later about the Emery situation…

Depending on how much he’d slept in, he didn’t have the time to do what he’d been hoping for last night. If she hadn’t fallen asleep, he could have spent a couple hours with her winding down from the day without any work in the way, but now, the day was already calling–especially because he may be running behind.

Y/N’s hand slipped away from his shoulder, her footsteps moving away from him and likely over to finish making the tea. “I didn’t mean to–I guess I just got too comfortable? One minute I was just listening to you and the next–”

It was too soon after waking up to be trying to navigate to the right words right now. She thought he was complaining about her sleeping in his office? Even though he’d already allowed her to use his bedroom for her recoveries to be in peace in the past? And they’d both stayed in these quarters during his own recovery?

Levi’s hand threaded through his hair, brushing it out of his face and resting his head in his hand while his gaze relocated and tracked her as she moved around to make the tea. His other hand draped the cloak out of the way on the back of his chair for the time being.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he corrected her in a low mumble. “Falling asleep here was fine–if you needed the rest, then knock yourself out.”

…he didn’t mind when she fell asleep in here. He liked having her close, and seeing her that relaxed and comfortable in his presence had been…well, like many of the moments with her, it had been warm, and gave him a little taste of a content feeling, even if she wasn’t awake to engage with him like he’d been hoping for. But he relished in the quiet moments of companionship and peace her presence tended to bring, and that was the important part.

So long as she wasn’t obvious enough about it for people to figure out she was staying in his quarters instead of her own, he wouldn’t mind if it became a regular thing–he thought he may relish it, as well.

“Oh?” she asked. Her back was to him, so he couldn’t see how she was reacting to what he told her. He could just study her posture, the way she shifted her feet, the slight tilt of her head–she was acting casual, but he was fairly certain she was about to fish for more. “Then…what has you disgruntled? Besides just waking up, I mean.”

“Tch.”

The small noise was mostly drowned out by the huffed sigh he let out at the question, momentarily agitated that she was catching onto his residual disappointment in missing out on his plans for the night before. His fingers unthreaded from his hair, propping up his chin instead as she finally turned around to face him.

“I had shit I was going to do once you got back,” he grumbled, unable to help but sulk a little at the thought. If she hadn’t come back so early it had required an immediate discussion, if they hadn’t gotten busy with the paperwork, if she hadn’t fallen asleep afterwards…he’d just wanted more than just a few moments to hold her close to him, kiss her, reassure himself that she was okay, and take his sweet time doing it.

She came over to stand by his desk again, offering him the fresh cup of tea without a word, which Levi took carefully from her, fingers brushing gently, briefly, against hers as he examined the color, giving it a few more seconds to finish steeping before he took a sip.

She may have rushed putting it together a little, but it was as good as she usually made it.

She moved to lean against his desk, drawing Levi’s gaze sidelong to her with the teacup paused a few inches away from a second drink. “You know, you could…do whatever you wanted to last night, now. We have a bit of time. Maybe not as much, but still, some.”

…She may have a point. He didn’t have the time now to do as much, he couldn’t hold her however long he felt like it, afterwards, he had things he needed to start doing, since he may already be off to a late start. That didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything though. He could prioritize what he wanted the most, something that would get him by until they had the chance again, and steal a few moments before starting the day–he already had a late start, anyway, and it was a day that started when he decided. What was a few more stolen moments at the start?

Levi set his teacup aside, making sure it was well out of the way and not in danger of being knocked over as he turned to face her more fully, gaze roaming over her as he debated how he wanted to use the time they still had before the day’s work demanded their attention. He couldn’t just hold her to him in the silence of the room as long as he would want, but he could pull her close, feel how real and solid she was against him, reassure himself she was okay and things were good between them, not tense and strained.

His hand reached out for her sleeve to tug her closer to him, guiding her around the desk and over to where he was still seated behind the desk. Once she was easily within his arm’s reach, Levi pulled her to him with a bit more strength, hearing her gasp as she was pulled in, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her tightly to him as she fell into him. She caught herself, keeping her balance with her knee laying across his lap and her other foot stretched out behind her to keep herself stable, her hands placed instinctively against his chest to assist in keeping her balance with the close proximity. Once she was where he wanted her, he reached out to thread his hand into her hair, feeling the strands slip against his fingers as his hand came to rest against the warmth of her cheek, coaxing her forwards even as he tilted her head the way he needed her to be as he went in for a kiss.

This one wasn’t one of the timid, brief kisses that had filled much of their days recently–he went in with a fervor much like their first, or on the couch the evening prior. It was that closeness he wanted, and if he craved that physical reassurance that she was okay–was going to be okay–then he wanted to feel that liveliness between them when he kissed her like this. Where he couldn’t get enough of it, wanted more, and even surprised himself with how badly he seemed to need it.

Keeping her cradled close and secure against him, Levi could feel the surprise from the intensity that he came at her with in her lack of an initial response in those few seconds, where he was the one pouring all of the desire into the kiss with each needful press of his lips against hers. He might have pulled back if she had stayed still a moment longer, but when she seemed to come out of her surprise at his sudden fervent attention, she returned every ounce of that passion, stealing his breath in kind. Her hands slowly slide up the sides of his neck, causing a slight shiver down his neck before her fingers ran lightly against his undercut and up into his own hair in a grip that kept him locked–without complaint–in the kiss, her fingers teasing along the outer curves of his ears and her thumb tracing idly back and forth along his jaw.

His breath hitched at the tender touch, lips parting involuntarily with a gasp he was trying to keep down. Throwing away any pretense of trying to kiss her in some kind of ‘right way’, his fingers dug deeper into her hair in response, and the sound was swallowed up as he deepened the kiss. He didn’t care about kissing her in a ‘right way’ at the moment as much as he did in kissing her, in feeling more of her, of satisfying the hunger that had them locked together with such intensity.

She was warm and alive against him and he couldn’t get enough of it as it helped soothe the part of him that had been so restless the past week or so out of fear for her safety.

Their intensity did have them clash a bit more with their kiss than normal–sometimes he only managed to trap one of her lips between his with how she tilted her head in response to him or because she ducked low trying to go in for more when he arched higher. There were a few times where his teeth grazed along her lips, and he felt her shudder against him, which only encouraged him to do it again. Especially when those shudders were followed by a tightened grip from her and more fire in the way she kissed him, how she leaned more heavily into him.

She was the first one to break away from the kiss, gasping in air so sharply that it made Levi realize he was starting to get a little light headed from the lack of air, himself. He wasn’t done, though–not nearly. So as she gasped for air, Levi took a quick breath and leaned back in, planting a kiss at the corner of her mouth as she took in air. She didn’t squirm away, and with the thought of how tantalizing her kisses the evening before had been as they had blazed a trail away from his lips, he decided he’d try it for himself, see about blazing a trail of his own.

His lips moved a little further to the side, pressing against her flushed cheek and feeling a warmth seeping through his chest at the more tender seeming gesture amidst the more hungry kisses they’d been giving to one another. He went a little further back towards her ear, feeling a spark of pride as it seemed to make her gasp again and twitch from a sensitivity to the spot he managed to find as he started to work his way down to her jaw.

It felt like goosebumps broke out across his neck and down to his arms when he felt her return in kind, her lips easily finding their way to his jaw in return with how he was currently angled to kiss under hers. His hand, resting at her side just above her waist, clenched in the fabric of her uniform as she moved lower to where his jaw met his throat, managing to coax a soft grunt out of him in the process, arm flexing around her and coaxing her to lean more into him. One of her hands had abandoned the base of his skull where it had been brushing along his undercut and teasing strands of hair between her fingers, now moving lower towards his shoulder, smoothing over the back plate of his gear he had far too tight for her to slip her fingers under.

She wasn’t daunted by it, however. She coaxed a small gasp from him she might not have even heard as her hand simply traveled lower to trail along his spine where there wasn’t gear in the way, her other hand burying deeper into his hair to tilt his head in a familiar way that had his heart hammering in his chest, lips brushing against her throat for a brief moment at the new angle as he held his breath to see what would come next.

Her lips brushed along the bite mark from the evening before that had barely started to heal, causing his heart to skip a beat as he wondered if she was about to bite him again in the heat of the moment. She didn’t, though. Her lips were tender as they pressed against where one fang had pierced him, and then gently over the other, before she started outlining the mark on his neck with a series of soft kisses that had his breath catching with the tingling warmth it sent flashing through him.

Once he knew he wasn’t about to get bit again, he resumed what he’d been doing seconds ago, working his way slowly down her throat and feeling a rumble of a moan building in her chest, feeling a flash of pride and even a little excitement to be drawing that reaction out of her with his attention to her throat for once.

A knock at the door pulled him sharply out of the heat of the moment and back into their time-limited present, growling against her skin loud enough to drown out the little noise of dismay that escaped her lips at the sound as Levi felt his ire rapidly rear its head.

Now was not the time to be intruding upon him, and whoever it was better have a damn good reason for interrupting him.

“What?” he snapped loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door to hear him, voice still on the gruff side with how little he’d spoken so far this morning and how soon after he’d woken up it was.

“Commander Erwin has requested to see you, Captain,” Eld’s voice answered from the hall, unable to hear the sigh of irritation Levi couldn’t stop from escaping as his grip tightened around Y/N.

Of fucking course it was going to be Erwin calling on him, the one person he couldn’t ignore, especially since the man was awaiting a report about the events of last night–and he needed to talk to anyway to see about moving forwards with Y/N’s goals. If it had been anyone else he would have told them to fuck off and wait until later.

He would much rather be here in this moment just a few moments longer–

“I can tell what you’d rather do, instead,” she teased him, voice low and breath soft and tantalizing against his throat, not at all helping him resist the urge to stay here with her a little longer as his heart seemed to beat a bit faster at the thought of staying in here and seeing if he could get more than a few gasps and shivers out of her.

“Shut up,” he hissed in warning, arm tensing slightly around her to hold her tighter, not wanting Eld to hear she was on the other side of his locked door so early in the morning. He could see a teasing smirk playing across her face out of the corner of his eyes, coaxing something in him to rise at the challenge he saw in it. As she parted her lips to say something else, likely something sassy, Levi, without really thinking about what he was doing besides giving her a quieter, nonverbal warning to hush, nipped at her jaw with his teeth in warning before she could speak again.

She gasped, the sound sharp and shocked, a flush starting to spread across her cheeks at her reaction.

Levi stilled, taken aback by himself.

“Did…did you just bite me?” she asked in shock, and she barely managed to keep her voice at a lower volume, though she was pushing it, and the twitch of her lips towards a grin, the amusement lighting her eyes and the timbre of her voice giving away she was seconds away from laughing, and likely not quietly, either. That blush on her cheeks remained astride the amusement, however.

“You just bit a vampire–what the hell possessed yo–”

Her voice was starting to rise in volume, and Levi shushed her, the sound sharp but quiet, and quickly muffled as he decided to double down, leaning in quickly to bite again, except a little bit harder and on her neck this time. His lips and teeth locked around a sensitive patch of skin he was fairly certain was close to where she normally bit him, and a shiver raced down her body that he felt, a strangled whimper escaping her and prompting him to quickly reach out and cover her mouth to muffle the sound lest it reached Eld in the hall.

She held still after that, her breath warm and slightly quicker than normal against his hand as Levi’s arm shifted around her to hold her restricted against him and kept her from moving, his chin brushing against her collar bone as he lifted his head to lock his gaze on the door across the room.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called with a clipped tone.

As much as he wanted to stay here and explore that little discovery and the reaction it had invoked from her more…

Interruptions like this was exactly why he’d been hoping to do this last night when they wouldn’t have been interrupted. Once the day started he was just too busy for anything, or at least had too much to do with other people.

They held that position for several seconds after Eld’s footsteps could be heard retreating from Levi’s door, his hand still over her mouth, both of them still breathing a bit heavier than normal as they slowly came down from the needy high they’d both just been riding. As Y/N started to relax, her hands came back up to slowly and gently run through Levi’s hair once more, and figuring they weren’t going to be overheard, or at the very least that they had both calmed down enough they weren’t going to be that loud, Levi carefully lowered the hand that had been covering her mouth. The only sound between them for the first few moments was the long, slow sigh Levi let escape, eyes closed and allowing him a few precious seconds to relish the feel of her hands through his hair a few moments longer.

“Duty calls,” she eventually said, the first to break the silence as her fingers continued to thread through his hair, though her statement had him opening his eyes again to gaze up at her. “Can't keep the Commander waiting.”

If it had been anyone other than Erwin…

“Y/N…” he started to say softly, the start of a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. However, she leaned in to kiss one corner of his mouth, then the other, and then tilted his head just slightly so she could place one more lingering, soft kiss to his forehead.

“Later. We'll talk later when we have the time. Right now you're expected,” She told him quietly. The fact she hadn't moved off him yet despite her statements was the clear evidence he wasn't the only one that didn't want to break the moment. However, when she did pull back after a last few seconds to relish their moment, her fingers trailed along his jaw, prompting his head to tilt and turn to follow their trajectory before that touch fell away as well, leaving him wanting for more.

“I'll see you later,” she promised as she stepped back and started for the door. Despite his reluctance to let the moment end, she didn't even make it all the way across the room before Levi dutifully got up to retrieve his jacket and cravat to get back to fully redressed before he headed for the meeting with Erwin.

“You two are all over the place with this issue. And it's not reassuring that you can't seem to make up your minds on your stances for it.”

Erwin was still seated behind his desk, a place that he seemed to be stuck at more and more often with unusually high piles of reports and papers and plans even by his standards. The paperwork was momentarily being ignored, kept to its stacks and piles around but not currently in front of Erwin. He was frowning as he looked over at Levi, thumb idly playing with his index finger in small movements as he considered everything that he'd been told about the situation.

Levi shook his head, still leaning against the wall off to Erwin's right where he'd stayed the whole time he'd been telling the man about last night's developments. “We've argued over how to handle it, especially since the details coming out about the kid just seems to keep making a bigger mess of it all. But this recent complication put her on her back foot enough to give her pause and make her rethink it all a bit more. She's still stubborn as ever about helping him, but she's adapting, and willing to accept help. She even listened when I told her if he doesn't get around this, she'll have to cut ties.”

“And if it goes that way, do you think she actually will, or is that wishful thinking talking?”

Levi considered. He hoped if it went that way she would listen, that she’d recognize her inability to help and back off without much fuss. However, there was almost certainly going to be fuss. She was probably going to try to help him until she absolutely couldn’t any more.

“It might take her a bit longer than I’d like, but I think she will if she realizes it’s hit a point where she can’t help him, as much as she wants to.”

“And your plan to go force his hand into making a decision. Going in the day so you’re safe outside his cave is a pretty strong natural protection, and I know you’ll be armed just in case something causes the situation to turn ugly, and she’ll be there to restrain him, so I’m not so concerned about the danger of such a meeting that L/N did take issue with originally. What I am worried about are the people hunting him, and the growing risk of her, and now you, getting caught in the crossfire if he’s found. These walls can suddenly turn stifling and far too small when one’s on the run from someone, especially from the military,” Erwin said seriously, holding Levi’s gaze.

Levi could feel the tension that gathered in his shoulders at the way Erwin phrased that, able to sense the danger and even /further/ complication headed their way. “...You were trying to get some Scouts to volunteer to help in the search to have an in with what was happening. How did that go?”

Erwin hummed, but his steady gaze did not move from Levi. “Not well. You’re aware the Garrison are taking it personally, and there’s a squad or two from the Military Police assisting in making the search more efficient. My offer for volunteers, as easy as it is to excuse it as soldiers needing something to do to help manage the situation, was diverted to other resources–namely maintaining the peace where the Garrison and Military Police are now lacking during the search for the young vampire. They’re not letting anyone else in, but from what I’ve gleaned, they’re being very thorough with their search.”

It would have been strange for the Military Police to have gotten involved if it wasn’t for how high profile this mess had become. A criminal that dangerous that had killed two civilians and five Garrison troops? Of course the Military Police were going to get involved.

As for Emery…they were going to have to come up with a better solution for what to do about this situation besides making him disappear, especially if part of the point, on a practical level to convince Erwin to allow the attempt to help the kid, had been the potential of another vampire in the Scouts eventually. That wasn’t going to work if the kid’s face was everywhere and he’d become this legend of a murderer that disappeared within the walls, with the Garrison taking it personally and likely to remember and even recognize the kid’s face in the future. Not to mention, since there were only so many places to hide within the walls, it was very possible that eventually someone was going to stumble across his hiding place–and they didn’t need any more dead bodies. There were already too many as the situation stood right now.

Forty years ago, Y/N had to shake the Garrison off her tail as well, and it had been an effective method, but drastic. He wouldn’t bring it up here, now, with Erwin–he would talk to Y/N first, see what ideas she had that could help settle this issue before it spiraled any further out of control.

As if it hadn’t already–as if they didn’t already have their plates overflowing with all the shit they were busy shoveling right now between the fall of Maria and the resulting refugee and food shortage crisis bearing down on them, Emery–a situation that just kept multiplying in issues–and Y/N’s vampire drama between hunters and her sire, as Erwin had called the vampire that turned her.

“We’ll be mindful of that going forward. And I’ll add talking about what to do about that situation to the list of things we need to discuss and try to find a solution to while we’re all there.”

Erwin leaned forward, gaze still unwavering from Levi, even as Levi had been mulling over his thoughts. The scrutiny was something Levi was still trying to adjust to, well aware that Erwin was watching his actions and decisions more closely than he had in some time. All to make sure the budding relationship between himself and Y/N wasn’t clouding his judgment in any way. “Do you think that you'll be able to persuade him into being more...considerate of the situation he's created?”

That he was certain of. No matter how the situation went, Levi was going to draw the line in the sand and make sure the kid ended up on one side or the other, whether that meant they cut ties or they finally made some damn progress.

“If the kid can't make up his mind with the ultimatum he's going to get, then there's no helping him. Either he listens and accepts the help she's trying to give him, or there won't be any more arrangement,” Levi said flatly.

He was willing to let Y/N try this–as insane as it made him with the rising risks attached to it–and back her decision. He understood why she was doing it. But he wasn’t going to allow this kid to create a situation that threatened to destroy everything she’d managed to scrape together for herself recently, that she’d worked so hard to build.

He wasn’t going to allow a situation that would punish her for Emery’s decisions.

Erwin seemed to be satisfied with Levi’s answer, or at least the look in Levi’s eyes while he considered just how resolute he was about making sure Emery didn’t cause Y/N harm directly or indirectly, because he nodded, leaning back in his seat and finally looking away. “Good. Then I expect a resolution and progress when you two return from your trip in a few days to help with the refugees staying in the western part of Rose as part of our efforts to help ease the strain of managing this refugee crisis.”

Erwin frowned at the mention of the refugee crisis, and even though it had sounded like the end of the conversation, Levi could tell there was more coming, so he waited to hear what else Erwin had to say.

“Speaking of…just as a warning, Levi: The Council has started talking about their culling plan again. Much more actively this time.”

Levi felt his heart stop for a moment. If they were talking about it actively now, then…it was coming. Sooner rather than later, no doubt, given the look on Erwin’s face as he poured over more detailed maps of what Levi now saw were parts of the territory of Maria closest to Rose’s wall.

It was close enough Erwin was starting to make plans for how they were going to handle it when the dirty work inevitably got shunted onto them.

Levi didn’t have any words for that. Didn’t even want to think about it beyond what was necessary, not until it was time for him to have to think about it. But the warning that it was coming was still appreciated, since it gave him time to start mentally preparing himself.

He didn’t address it, however. He simply reverted back to the conversation they’d been having before the warning.

“I’ll update her when she’s back from visiting Emery. We’ll have finished before the end of the week.”

It seemed they wouldn’t be able to afford to be gone any longer than that.

Next Chapter--->

Everything Tags: @antistellxr

Levi Tags: @clary-quinn @ayatosmlktea @whalerus @sunny-flo @thirstyforsometea @hauntedhousecat @peaches-and-clouds @imaginationmess @wubbawubwub04 @lollobos @pasteldays @itsmeaudriee @macaronnv @tokyo-banana @apuci-kis-szornye @momowantscats @yellowminb @ashikothedog @notgoodforlife @spnwinchestersd @xxdarkdarlingxx @joy-the-reader

Wings in the Dark Tags: @regalillegal @animeluver23 @theshylittleelfgirl @queenthorin1 @dilucs-thighs @lady-ragnvindr @subtlepjiminie @queenondeezmatatas @linxiajei17 @levisbebe @toni-jones @pinkberrymilktea @ascybous @emmaandemmel @wolfie3616 @aot-fanatic @jencyib @zombiukas @notgoodforlife @syviis @captainyanag1

49 notes · View notes

clare-875 · 10 months ago

Text

Show Me (Levi x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader Summary: You make the mistake of hiding your injury from Levi Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Descriptions of blood, injury and canonical violence [AOT Masterlist] _____

It hurt.

The gash on your side brought you almost to tears, and the anguish was rich. It threatened to invade the composure of your mind, but you kept your form still and enveloped with gritted facade. You were a Captain of the Scouts, and the losses and injuries upon this mission were heavy.

I can't cause more burden, not when more need help over me.

Oblivious to some members of the Scouts and blatantly obvious to others were the beliefs of one person who would immediately contradict your current thoughts: Levi. You knew what he would say and do if he saw you injured, especially in a state like this; he wouldn't listen to your incessant reassurance. But even more so, you could imagine his anger as he forced how you got the injury out of you. He would berate your carelessness and your reckless conduct. But in your mind, you did what any leader of the Scouts, or truly any good-hearted soldier would do.

You risked your life to save another's.

She had been young, and she was screaming like her life depended on it; because it did. You knew she was a rookie and evidently of a squad that had been wiped out during the dire events of the mission. She had witnessed as her squadmates and no doubt close friends and mentors were ripped apart. The scene was of unspeakable crimson red. The sudden ambush of Titans upon what was meant to be a simple recon mission had an incredibly adverse outcome.

Erwin would likely be displeased to learn he had lost around half the Scouts and many new members. The newer members were the ones that would keep the ambitions of the deceased alive, for humanity, or at least that's what the blond-haired Commander would often say. But you also found yourself agreeing. The goal now was clear as day: to abandon recon and limit as much loss and death as possible. That's why you told your squad to stay put when you heard a distant screaming. They had looked at you hesitant but complied.

She was within the grasp of a fifteen-meter Titan, wide brown eyes seeping with fear, dread, and hysteria. She was facing the very cause of her impending death, facing the pain that would inevitably come as she was digested alive. Brown pigtails swayed as she thrashed and moved violently, voice lost in mania. She embodied images of children you would see running about within the walls.

The very innocence and individuals we all tried so hard to protect.

You knew you had to be fast, but two smaller titans lingered, crazed looks upon their mutilated faces. You can't afford to hesitate. You stand atop your horse as you latch onto one of the smaller Titans quickly slicing through the nape before it even knew it was falling. You move not wasting your time, and attach to the next, turning in a series of well-practised movements before the other Titan falls to the ground.

The problematic fragment of the rescue came with the very Titan that had the young Scout in its hand. You couldn't kill it carelessly as that may mean the young scout dies or gets injured on impact; your movements would have to be wary.

You attach to the shoulder of the fifteen-meter Titan, and you see in the young girl's eyes that she is lost in her terror as the pressure of the Titan’s grasp seems to surge. You move as you see her gaze widen; she is rapt in fear and disillusion; she is barely responsive. You strike, swiftly cutting through the nape, but trying to follow the movements of the Titan falling to gather the young scout into your arms before she falls. She is there, just about with you as she screams when the Titan falls to its knees.

However, you underestimate the extent of the girl's terror.

Instead of recognising your form coming to her rescue, she panics and tries to release her ODM gear, but it's broken. As wires release from her gear erratically, one side grazes your side severely. In a split second, you feel searing pain and shock, but you manage to get the girl to the ground safely as she is finally within your arms.

When you reach the grassy floor, she is still shaking in your grasp, sobs racking her body and breaths concerningly uneven. You, on the other hand, look down beyond your Scout cape; the cut is deep. Not enough to be fatal immediately but also enough to leave room for worry; not good. The girl's eyes look to you now, and her tearful eyes follow your gaze to your side, eyes widening at the sight of blood.

Your blood… the blood of a Captain.

You hear her breath stutter, and her eyes widen further; she's panicking more and in an uncertain situation that’s not something you need. So, quickly, you hide the crimson behind your cape, holding your right side harshly with your left grip. Then you grab the girl by her shoulder with your free hand and look intently into her eyes.

"Hey, breathe, it's okay."

She looks to you, but she has yet to verbalise anything. She is dissociated and tense, a clear sign of PTSD. You quickly call for your horse with a whistle, and she approaches swiftly much to your gratitude.

"We're going to rejoin the rest of the Scouts, okay?"

The young Scout hesitantly nods, and you gesture to the horse as she gets on. You quickly gather a loose cloth you had in a bag attached to your horse and wrap it around your torso, the girl looking worriedly on.

"A-are you going to be o-okay?"

Her eyes are filled with the trauma of seeing death take her allies; seeing death tempt her own life. So, you do your best to smile before tying off your makeshift bandage.

"Don't worry about this, it's just a scratch."

However, you cringe internally at the sharp pain that strikes you as you go to mount your horse behind the young Scout. It was worse than you were letting on. You look at the sight of three steaming Titans around you and then at the limbs and barely discernible figures of your comrades drowning in red. Heavy emotion fills you, but there are more pressing matters at hand.

"Let's go."

When you return to your squad, after swearing the girl to secrecy, the pain worsens. It's thick and demanding as the initial adrenaline wears off, but as you see the masses of Scouts cringe and cry as they get onto the limited carts, you stop yourself from a moment's weakness.

You would be fine.

The girl follows your second-in-command as they take her to find another squad, her brown eyes lingering as you nod. Then, your eyes meet with worried grey; it's Levi. He approaches atop his horse as other squad members get ready to go back to the walls after the appalling mission.

"[y/n]”

Levi's voice is low, but his gaze is sharp as he searches you for any visible signs of harm. When he eyes crimson on your hands his gaze widens, and you almost panic.

"It's not mine, don't worry."

You find yourself lying through your teeth. You didn't know why. Maybe it was pride, maybe you didn't want to be a burden, maybe you didn't want him to worry.

But you lied anyway.

Levi seems hesitant to let the matter go, but he nods slowly before Erwin's voice rings through the air. His blue eyes still glow in the light of the falling sun, but you see exhaustion carefully hidden beneath the facade; the mission had failed.

"All troops, back to the walls!"

His voice carries across the small gathering of the small number of Scouts left behind, and you hear Levi's voice uttered lowly before you go to gallop.

"Stay close."

You nod but force yourself not to groan. He and his squad are beside yours the entirety of the ride home, Levi still at unease after the atrocious events of the day. He would rather die than see the one person he swore to protect lost to him because of a simple matter of separation. Little did he know you had already been lost to the clutches of danger beyond the walls.

Untamed panic being the second most cause of death in Titan territory.

The pain doubles as adrenaline fades, and you force tears not to come as you feel Levi's stare on you from behind. You breathe sharply through your teeth to the point where one of your squad members looks at you in concern, and by the time you reach the walls it's not looking good.

You look beyond your cape and see blood has seeped through cloth, and you are surprised to find yourself still atop your horse. When you finally make it beyond the walls and to the stables, your guard lowers, however, and your vision begins to sway. You feel harsh nausea fill you, and you struggle to keep the facade.

As your squad members leave at your quick dismissal and their confused but swift regard, you finally let out a muffled scream in your hand. Sweat builds on your skin, and suddenly, you feel panic when you don't think you can continue to stand. Your legs start to tremble, and your vision becomes worse with unbearable pain.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I'm going to die in a stable, and for what?

You don't know if it's fortune or not when Levi makes his way towards you, but when he regards your face buried in an arm and leaning heavily on the stable's walls, he knows something's wrong. You are breathing heavily and gripping your side harshly. Then he sees it, a flash of crimson. Levi feels his heart jolt with pure panic, urgency, and dread.

"[y/n]!!"

His voice is harsh but full of worry when you turn to him breathlessly and try to stand straight, only for tears to prick at your eyes. You have to bite your tongue just to stop the scream.

"Oi, what's wrong?!"

Your vision sways and you realise just how stupid this has all been. He is angry and full of rage, he is drowning in concern as it dances in his sharp eyes; the very things you had tried to prevent had occurred anyway.

"L-Levi”

You suddenly give way as your body collapses, almost hitting the ground if he hadn't been there to catch you.

"[y/n] what-"

Levi is cut off as he eyes the makeshift bandage that has soaked through with blood; your blood.

"L-Levi, m'sorry."

You hear muffled yells of your name, a panic you have rarely seen in his eyes now gleaming, and it's the last thing you see.

Levi’s mind breaks.

Your vision goes black.

…..

When you wake, the light comes slowly. Next comes the dull ache of pain that reverberates from your side. Then, you feel the light warmth of a hand enveloping yours. When your eyes open, you meet a sight that has your heart falling to the floor; it’s Levi in a state you have never seen. The soft glow of light from windows and the gentle breeze ruffles his raven hair, but his head is bowed low, and one hand grips yours like a lifeline.

There is no one else in the room.

You squeeze your hand gently, and he looks up immediately, sharp, tired gaze on you. But then you see the look of devastation turn swiftly to anger, and he tries to bury the hurt you caused underneath it.

“You almost died.”

His words are cold as he releases you from his hold, and he stands almost pacing.

“Levi,” you breathe, seeing how his eyebrows furrow and eyes seep with such rage you have never seen before.

“Levi, I’m-,”

But he quickly cuts you off before the words slip from your mouth.

“No [y/n], don’t you get it? You almost fucking died, and for what!? Another shitty brat?! How many times have I told you not to be so reckless?!”

You see the hurt that holds Levi from seeing reason, and he inflicts guilt on his words. However, in the mixture of pain and exhaustion, you snap at him instead.

“I had to.”

Levi turns sharply at your words, but you refuse to meet his gaze, and there is unease in the air.

“Levi, she was so young, so inexperienced, you can’t just expect me to turn away. Would you?!”

You feel a sharp pain in your side as you cringe before leaning back to your bed, Levi’s eyes now shining with apprehension. Then, there is a heavy silence as the sudden escalation dies down.

“I almost lost you.”

You look up then at Levi’s tortured eyes, the gaze that reflects every instance he witnessed death.

“I’m sorry, I was stupid.”

You say as he finally meets your regard with a look of utter defeat. It breaks your heart, but Levi feels the memories of you collapsing churn in his mind. You almost looked dead the instant you fell to his arms, blood soaking and skin pale. He had never moved so fast, shouting orders and shoving people out of the way. He would never forget when nurses pushed him from the doorway, and he looked numb to the door as they tried to vitalise your dying heart.

He sits at your side again, and you reach for him as his hand intertwines with yours once more.

“Don’t hide your injuries. Do you understand? And no risking lives for shitty brats.”

You just shake your head and give him a weak smile.

“I promise, no hiding. But you know I can’t promise the rest.”

Levi's gaze is one of loss at your words, but you see acceptance deep within.

“Don’t die on me.”

He utters lowly, and you look at him before gently tugging at his hand. He meets your eyes briefly, but you slowly and gently bring him close. You pull him in by his shirt until his lips capture yours, careful but warm. There is hidden desperation, hidden grief and fear that holds you to him as he deepens the kiss before letting go.

“I’ll be okay.”

Levi’s gaze falters, but soon nurses enter the room, and at the sight of you awake, you watch in light amusement as they chide humanity’s strongest for not calling them. However, Levi pays them no attention, eyes forever and always looking for you, looking to you and watching for the hurt you try to bury beneath your mask.

393 notes · View notes

mrsblaileen · 1 month ago

Text

Stress Relief

Pairing: Levi Ackerman / Reader

Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Top Levi Ackerman, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Soft Levi Ackerman, Levi Ackerman Has a Breeding Kink, Slight breeding kink if you squint, Captain Levi Ackerman, Bratting, Desk Sex, Office Sex, Porn With Plot, Title Kink, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Slight Dacryphilia if you squint. MINORS DNI 18+

✎ Words: 8,363

✎ Chapters: 1/1

The lifestyle of the scouts doesn’t leave much time for personal matters, of any kind, and certainly not enough time for any form of... stress relief. No matter how badly you might need it. By this point, you’re desperate, and it’s making you act out.

Will your stoic Captain take pity on you?

ao3 link

──── ୨୧ ────

Head pounding, you stifled a moan when you finally managed to unlace your boots and tug them off, hopping ungracefully on tender feet as you wandered toward the sleep quarters of the scout barracks.

The cool wood was soothing against the soles of your feet. You dropped your boots and toed them into a neat row by the end of your cot.

Running a hand down the slope of your back, you stopped on a particularly tense spot with a grimace, and rubbed the skin softly. Your other hand began unclasping the plethora of buckles of your harness, motion so practiced you were sure you could do it in your sleep. A sigh of relief escaped when the sharp confines of the leather released. You rubbed a hand tenderly over the skin of your chest, where the bite of the straps left reddened marks under your shirt.

The bed frame groaned under your weight as you slumped down onto the surprisingly soft mattress. Hell, you supposed anything would feel soft after the brutal day of training you had just experienced.

You blew out a long sigh, letting your eyes slide closed, body relishing in the unfamiliar moment of ease. Straining your ears, you frowned. You had expected to hear the familiar pounding of boots, and muffled chatter of your fellow cadets as they too returned from their daily activities, but your ears found only a steady, serene silence.

Sitting up a little in your cot, breath held, you creaked an eye open, confirming your suspicions; you had the barracks entirely to yourself.

Laying your head back against the pillow, you swung your feet up onto the cot and wiggled your toes, pressing back into the cushioned mattress, letting comfort seep into your tired bones.

When was the last time you even breathed without someone hearing it? You considered. The lifestyle of the scouts didn't leave much time for personal matters, of any kind, and certainly not enough time for any form of... stress relief. No matter how badly it was needed. And after the grueling physical and mental workouts, most days you frankly didn't have the energy.

Your mouth quirked up into a devious smile. You think you could conjure the energy today.

Trailing your hands gently up your abdomen, you pressed your palms flat against your ribs, and slid them up over your chest to squeeze gently. You let out a soft sigh, and popped the top button of your shirt.

You tugged your crisp white shirt out from the confines of your pants, sliding your fingers nimbly over the clasp of your jeans to release them with a ' pop '. No time to be fancy, other scouts would surely be back any minute, and you didn't think you'd be able to survive the mortification of one of your team mates catching you.

Some faceless, unknown soldier came to your mind.

Face red as a cherry when they stumble into the room, realizing what they've intruded on. Trying to avoid eye contact and stuttering out an apology. Maybe you'd throw the covers over yourself, pull your clothes back on and go about your assignments as normal. Or maybe you'd beckon them closer, pull them under the covers against your warm frame...

Slipping a hand under the stiff fabric of your jeans, your fingers slid down, down, down. When they reached their destination, you gasped. Your nerves were alight, so pent up. With how you were panting at such a little touch, this wouldn't take long.

They would be gentle, whispering sweet words, hands running over you; soft as feathers.

You worked your fingers in tight, practiced circles. Your mouth dropped open in a sigh. A slow, deep pleasure beginning to simmer in your lower stomach.

You would writhe, buck up against soft hands, ghosting gentle over your thighs .

Your other hand pinched a nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between nimble fingers. A groan escaped your lips.

They would be soft, pliable, eager to please.

Your brows furrowed, and you frowned; fingers slowed to a teasing roll.

The warm, gentle hands sliding over your skin began kneading the meat of your thighs hard. Strong arms pulled, guiding, holding you down, rough and claiming.

You whined. That was more like it. Reaching your hand down, you slid a finger tenderly over your entrance, dipping in. Too far gone in the fantasy to be embarrassed by the fact you were already soaked.

Warm breath tickled against your neck, lips pressed, teeth nicked in gentle bites. Dark hair kissed your cheek where it was pressed against your damp skin.

You slid a finger inside and curled it, pumping effortlessly. Your eyes squeezed shut, grinding up against your palm.

A hand slid up over your throat, pressing slender fingers into your warm flesh, making your head spin. A deep voice, smooth and gritty, so close, in your ear, whisper quiet. "Cadet..."

You breathed out a moan into the silence of the room. Fuck, you were close.

Cold eyes burned into you, heated and intense. "Cadet..."

Back arched off the mattress, you rolled your hips up against your fingers, pressing impossibly hard, chasing the high; mouth dropped open and panting shamelessly.

"Cadet!"

You sat bolt upright in your cot, pulling your hand free from your jeans. Hand to your chest, you tried to slow your racing heart, and startled breathing. Was... was that real?

"I won't ask again." The very real voice grumbled from behind the barracks door.

Scrambling, you jumped to your feet and slid your zipper back up. The mess of harness you had left splayed along the floor ensnared your bare foot as you sprang to the door, you cursed under your breath and shook your limb free.

"This better be good..." You grumbled to yourself, hand tightening around the door handle to tug the wooden door of the barracks open.

Your brewing annoyance dissipated in an instant, replaced instead with a stomach churning embarrassment when you pulled the door open to meet the cold, impassive gaze of your Captain.

Perfect.

You cursed yourself for not even bothering to have straightened your shirt before you opened the door, the wrinkled bottom of the white button-up still tugged loose from your jeans. You gulped, silently hoping that your disheveled appearance didn't completely scream "I've desperately been trying to get off for the past 15 minutes". Or at least that the Captain wasn't so perceptive today.

You willed the blush rising over the tips of your ears to cease.

"Captain Levi." Your voice came out meek and strained, you cleared your throat and ran a nervous hand through your hair, a vain attempt to smooth the mess of strands that were sure to be sticking in all sorts of directions right now.

Captain Levi stood in the doorway, fixing you with his usual sterile gaze, arms crossed lazily over his broad chest as he looked up at your face. He tapped slender fingers where they were splayed over his forearm, you furrowed your brows at the sight.

His eyes flickered momentarily over your form, expression imperceptible. You felt exposed, despite only missing your harness and boots.

"Cadets are expected in the mess hall at 16:00." He stated, baritone voice flat, twinged with what you assumed to be mild annoyance. "Do you know what time it is now?"

Of course. You mentally kicked yourself. The whole leadership squad had been reminding you for weeks that today's mealtime would be starting earlier to account for a longer meeting. That would explain your sudden bought of alone time.

You gritted your teeth. "I'm sorry Captain, it completely slipped my mind."

He cocked an eyebrow at you in unabashed judgement. "Obviously."

You bit your tongue against any catty remark bubbling up.

"You have five minutes, hurry up." He grunted, and turned around on his heel.

You breathed a sigh of relief at having gotten off so easily. Usually Captain Levi was not one to shy away from dishing out all sorts of punishment, sometimes you swore he even enjoyed it.

Considering this, you watched as the Captain began to walk away, about to turn back around and retreat into the barracks before he stopped, and tilted his head back in your direction. You froze.

"And fix your uniform when addressing a superior." You caught one of his stormy eyes over his shoulder. "Or I'll issue you a formal warning."

You sputtered, trying to formulate a response that didn't sound as pathetic as the truth, but the Captain clearly wasn't interested in an answer. He broke from your gaze before you could reply, and continued walking toward the mess hall.

"Yes sir..." You managed to respond into the empty air, and stepped back into the sanctuary of the barracks, pulling the door closed behind you.

Not brave enough to mutter any annoyances under your breath; you rolled your eyes as soon as your back was to him. You were sure he had some kind of supernatural hearing.

Stupid Captain.

You nodded to yourself, proud with your silent rebuttal.

You wandered back to your cot, the pleasure tangled sheets mocking you where they were strewn across the mattress.

A sigh escaped you as you began to tug the leather boots back over your tired legs, willing the heated ache between your thighs to dissipate.

---

It was a privilege to be a member of the Levi squad, you knew that.

All of the scouts were fiercely talented, it was a requirement of the job - those who didn't exceed tended not to live for long; it was an unfortunate truth of the role. But it was common knowledge that Levi's team were amongst the, if not the most elite, you didn't take that for granted.

But days like this made it difficult to be grateful.

It was supposed to have been a standard operation, you and three other scouts were to break from the squad to purvey the next section of unexplored land just past the walls, maybe take a titan or two out, then retreat back to the main unit to report findings.

It had probably taken all of twenty minutes for that to go to complete shit.

Currently, you were perched in the branches of a tree which was nowhere near tall enough to ease the anxiety that had settled into a hard pit in your stomach.

Approximately a hundred meters across the tree spattered field, you could see one of your squad mates - Mikhail - collapsed on the roof of a small cottage. Even from such a distance, his terror was palpable, and you could certainly see his eyes; wide and teary where they were locked on to his ODM trigger, gripped tight and shaking in his hand.

The sound didn't quite reach you as he clicked the trigger, over and over, to no avail. Empty tank. You concluded with gritted teeth.

You'd lost sight of your other team mates around about the time you'd been ambushed by two four meter titans, and one lovely abnormal.

The latter of which was currently gazing up at you from the base of the tree you were perched in. The giant was semi collapsed, its abdomen pressed flush against the trunk, big hands folded under its chin to support its head as it gazed up at you, wide glassy eyes unblinking, almost... loving? Your stomach churned.

A scream snapped you out of your focus.

Your eyes shot to Mikhail, and then fell to the titan; who was flailing its thick arms over the roof of the cottage, narrowly missing Mikhail's legs in its blind scramble.

You could see cobbled bricks tumbling from the old cottage walls where the titan was clawing at it, slamming unceremoniously onto the feet of the giant; who seemed unperturbed - focused wholly on reaching the human cowering on the roof. Shit, it wasn't going to last long. If Mikhail didn't move, the whole structure was going to collapse.

You looked back to your squad mate, and your breath hitched as you took him in. Mikhail was stood, visibly shaking; seemingly frozen with terror as his glazed over eyes watched the giant arms slide wildly toward him over the slats of the roof.

In an instant, you had launched yourself from the high branch; thanking a nameless god that there was a spatter of trees in this field. ODM wires whirred, deafening you as you grappled across the expanse of green, in a beeline towards the cottage.

As you approached, your eyes locked onto the nape of the titans neck, where thin brown tassels of its hair swayed back and forth. It kept its gaze locked onto Mikhail.

Anchoring your wires to the tallest of the nearby trees, you launched yourself up, watching the ground retreat away, you gripped the handles of your swords, white knuckled, and slotted them into the blades with a 'click'.

Reaching the apex of the flight, you allowed yourself a slow exhale. A brief moment of clarity, before you leaned back and descended toward the titan.

Rolling into a spin, you furrowed your brows against the flurry of wind, and the twinkling glint of your blades. You thrusted them forward toward your target with a cry.

Threads of brunette hair exploded into the air when your blades sliced through.

Contact. A hiss of heat.

The titan squealed and threw its gargantuan head back, pulling its body with it. Taking the chance, you landed on its shoulder, grimacing at the squelch of flesh under your boots, you jumped; using it to leverage your next hop toward the rooftop. The massive form collapsed to the ground with the motion, blades of grass and pebbles thrown into the air.

The wood of the roof creaked under your weight when you slammed into it. Letting out a huff, you collided with Mikhail and grabbed him around the waist tightly.

"It's okay!" You puffed, hands gripping the fabric of his cloak tight to steady him; eyes searching him over for injury.

Mikhail gave no response, eyes fixed on something far away and unseen in front of him. He was limp in your grasp.

"You're okay" You reassured, despite the shaking in your hands.

You slung his arm over your shoulder, thankful when he instinctively grabbed hold.

Steadying yourself, you re-balanced to counter the additional weight of your squad mate, and considered the space in front of you, noting the spattering of shorter trees on the outskirts of the woods, then launched yourself off the roof of the cottage.

Gliding low along the grass, your eyes surveyed the land, you nodded to yourself. You just needed to get past the trees, past the woods you knew ateast one of the horses was grazing. If you could just get to a horse, it was a straight shot back to camp.

With a gut wrenching twang, your left ODM wire snapped taut. You gasped in surprise, fingers flailing to regain control of the trigger.

In a daze, you registered it had been completely ripped from your grasp.

You were jostled roughly as another tug from the unseen force on the wire split your gear completely in half, splinters of metal and wood glittered into the air.

All you could do was watch in horror, eyes wide; focused on the fast approaching expanse of green below.

You gripped Mikhail tight, and rolled over onto your back, trying desperately to at least shield your squadmate as you crashed into the grass.

You cried out and writhed where you landed, arching your back and pinching your shoulder blades together to try to alleviate the sharp pain in your spine.

Mikhail was dead weight atop you, but you were relieved to hear him groan when you rolled him off you, shuddering with the effort and shock.

Nausea and pain made your stomarch churn, you slid a hand to your forehead, a sharp ache beginning to bloom at the back of your skull where it had smacked against the ground on impact.

You were panting when you sat up, eyes blinking wildly aganst the spinning in your vision.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight that greeted you when the world finally stopped swimming before your eyes. The abnormal titan was stood infront of you.

Its glassy eyes were narrowed and pinched in that sickly, faux affectionate gaze, accomodating the swell of its cheeks pulled up by the huge grin on its face. In one of its terribly long hands it held the left side of your odm gear, the wires wrapped so tight around its palm you could see the fizzing of its blood where it was exposed to the air.

If you didn't know any better, you'd swear it looked pleased when it realised you were awake.

It began taking slow, lumbering steps forward, moving with an odd gracefulness, like some kind of disturbed dancer.

You gazed over at Mikhail, crumpled next to you in the dewy grass, white uniform streaked green and red, chest rising and falling faintly. You grimaced. He'd be better off dead, but you and your heroics had denied him that pleasure.

You turned your focus back to the abnormal titan, still approaching you slowly, still squirming gleefully.

Letting your eyes drop closed, you took a breath; deep, and slow. Clasping your hands together in your lap, you cleared your mind. Thrums of pain flared in your tired brain. You hummed to yourself.

It would all be over in a moment.

No more exhaustion.

No more pain.

No more... anything.

THUMP.

The ground positively shook beneath you. The distant flutter of fleeing bird wings caressed your ears.

The glare of the sun nearly blinded your tired eyes as you cracked them open.

You were confused by the sight that greeted you.

The massive form of the abnormal titan was collapsed into the dirt, its bloated body steaming as it disintegrated where it lay embedded in the earth. It's head was titled up toward you, grin still plastered on its vacant face.

You watched in awe as Captain Levi thrust one of his blades down into the titans skin where he stood atop it, you could hear the weight of the blade as it sunk deep into flesh.

He wiped a spot of titan blood from his pale cheek with a sleeve, disgust evident on his face.

Even from such a distance, you could feel the intense burning of his gaze on you.

Relief crashed over your shaking body, and you collapsed back onto your elbows.

---

Grass blades and sopping earth scored your palms when the tight grip on the back of your harness released, and you were flung forward onto the hard ground.

"Are you stupid, or do you enjoy purposefully disobeying directions?" The Captains voice was deceptively even, but held a venomous undertone as he stalked forward, towards where he had thrown you to the floor.

"What was it, huh? Wanted to be a hero?" He barked, stopping when he reached your feet. For once, he loomed over you, glaring down with a blazing anger that was no longer hidden.

You tilted your chin up, trying to retain whatever dignity you could while forced to scramble around in the mud, at the feet of your Captain.

"Sir, Mikhail was out of gas." You replied, using all of your remaining energy to keep your voice steady. "The titan was basically on top of him, i did what i thought was best."

Captain Levi's eyebrow twitched. "Unacceptable. You were given flares for that exact situation."

You opened your mouth to reply, to tell him the flare was in your pack, and your horse had been spooked by the sudden appearance of the titans. "Sir I-"

He waved a hand, the universal symbol for "stop talking". You bristled at the blatant show of disrespect, anger swirling in your chest.

"But no." He interrupted, steel eyes boring into you. "You'd rather get yourself and your friends eaten.”

In a blaze of unrefined fury; you flung your leg out infront of you, a bubble of satisfaction blistering when it collided with Levis ankle.

His sterile, quiet rage was shattered for a brief moment, replaced with genuine shock as he stumbled forward and collided with the ground.

You heard a few gasps from your fellow soldiers, who were gathering around to watch the frankly unimaginable display taking place infront of them.

Captain Levi glared up at you from the space around your knees, where he had caught himself on steady arms.

God he was a sight; pristine uniform slathered in mud, inky hair tousled, shoulder blades hunched, panting lightly as his eyes burned holes into you.

You couldnt help but smile, a purr of satisfaction at being able to dismantle the prim and proper image of the Captain. "You brat, resorting to childish--" You returned the favour, interrupting his retort.

All decorum already out the window, and stoked with fury, you sat up and hunched over your knees, wrestling your way to grab onto the shoulder straps of his harness.

When your hands were looped around the leather, you tugged upwards and twisted, throwing your body weight into the motion you forced his back into the ground, allowing you to roll on top of him. He let out a small grunt, the action clearly unexpected.

Huffing at the exertion, you looked down at him, a cocky smile dancing over your lips.

If looks could kill, you would certainly be long dead.

Captain Levi met your gaze and all but snarled, mud strewn face bristling in barely concealed rage.

Adrenaline made you bold. You craned your neck down ever so slightly, getting so close to his face you could count his dark lashes.

"Ask nice, and i'll let you go." You whispered, sweet as honey.

Levi’s mud soaked hand shot up and grabbed the harness strap over your upper chest. The roughness of the action jostled you, causing a small noise of surprise to escape your throat. At the same time, you felt one of his legs wrap across the back of your knee.

In a blink your positions were flipped.

Your shoulder blades hit the earth with an unpleasant squelch, and he eclipsed your vision. His knuckles pressed hard into your chest where they were wrapped around the leather of your harness. His other hand was pressed into the mud next to your head, holding his weight and locking you in place.

The scent of clean cotton and something vaguely floral hit your nose.

You blinked up at him, the show of raw strength from your Captain rendered you speechless.

Levi, however, was a statue. Frozen where he was hovering over you, aside from the swift rise and fall of his chest; quiet, heavy breaths from the exertion.

He was so close you could feel the puffs of air from his breath on your face, pinned between his solid form and the ground.

You were breathing equally as hard, looking up at him with moon wide eyes, lips parted slightly as you studied his dirt spattered face.

Subconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your cracked lower lip. You watched as his eyes caught the motion, locked on, tracking the slide of your tongue, slick and shiny over your lips.

He blinked once, and leaned forward to shift his weight, an innocent attempt to alleviate the uncomfortable position. His leg, lingering between your thighs, ground up against you as he did so. The sudden friction sent a spark of desire through you.

You bit your tongue to stop an embarrassing small sound from escaping, your ears burnt red hot.

The simmering tidalwave of frustration that had been accumulating for days, weeks, hell - months, bubbled to the surface in an instant. A familiar, dull ache settled in your stomach, and between your thighs, hot and throbbing where his leg made contact, was still making contact.

Mouth dropped open, you let out a nearly inaudible, breathy whine when he didn't move away. Maybe it was just your frayed, desperate mind, but you swore he pressed in a little harder.

Your eyes flickered up to met his gaze. Surprised to see typical cool grey was set alight; steely irises swallowed by black, blown wide.

As quick as it had come, the moment of pressure and warmth was gone.

You sat up, head postively spinning from the rush of adrenaline.

Rubbing your wrist, you watched the lithe form of the Captain rush away from you, toward his horse.

You distantly registered a few of your squadmates crowd around you, helping you to your feet, brushing dirt from your shoulders, patting you on the back and murmuring words of reassurance.

You absentmindedly rubbed a smear of mud from your cheek with the back of your hand.

"Clean yourself up before dinner, Cadet." Came a final, distant order.

---

By dinner you were feeling marginally better.

A quick, near scalding shower had left you scrubbed clean; tired bones and muscles bruised and aching, but relaxed. Now, as you sat nestled on a bench between Reiner and Jean, a bowl of steaming stew infront of you; you felt almost at ease.

Well, atleast one of you was.

"I can't believe he reprimanded you like that, right infront of the whole team." Eren was practically writhing in his seat across from you, barely contained anger palpable. "You saved that Cadets life, and he complained about it?"

"Quiet Eren, he's right over there, he might hear you." Mikasa murmured as she scooped stew thoughtfully onto a smooth wooden spoon.

"So what if he does? Its not fai-" Eren was silenced by Mikasa pinching his cheek. Even without hearing Erens sharp whine, from experience, you knew that it hurt.

Reiner clapped a hand across your shoulder from where he sat next to you, jostling you in your seat a bit at the force. "Doesn't matter what the Captain says; you're a hero to me." You met his gaze and smiled, a wave of thankfulness for your fellow soldiers washing over you. Reiner offered a small, slightly reddened smile in reply.

"I agree, but don't you think you should apologise?" Jean piped in, putting his fork down to fix you with a worried look. "I mean you tackled a superior into the mud."

You pouted your lip, recalling the memory of your earlier behaviour. You were thankful that the only witnesses had been a small selection of your own squadmates, but you were a little suprised that you hadn't recieved any formal reprimand from the Commander. You could only assume the Captain hadn't shared the details of your little outburst in his report.

"I think so too, swallow your pride just this once." Mikasa nodded in agreement.

Eren rubbed his cheek, pouting sideways at her, but he nodded along.

You exhaled, stomach suddenly twisting with nerves at the prospect of facing the Captain after your brazen display of insubordination.

You steeled your nerves. You were anything but a coward, your actions today had proved that; for better or for worse.

"Yeah, you guys might be right."

---

"Come in."

Willing your heart to stop racing, you grasped the door handle to Captain Levi's office with a shaking hand, and turned it.

The office was as neat as you would have expected from the Captain, notorious clean freak that he was. Probably another reason he wouldn't have appreciated you wrestling him into a puddle of mud.

The Captain sat at his desk, looking thankfully cleaner than when you saw him last.

His white shirt was once again crisp, buttoned neatly, dark hair smoothed back into place, shining slightly in the dim light. Your eyes wandered to where he had rolled the sleeves of the shirt up, exposing toned forearms dusted with a spatter of thin, dark hair.

He fixed you with an expectant look.

"Not sure if you're real brave, or just plain stupid." His voice was even, but you didnt miss the underlying tone; goading. "After that little stunt you pulled this afternoon."

Well, the Captain certainly wasn't one to shy away from the point.

"Thats actually why i'm here, i wanted to apologise." You were pleased that your voice came out strong and steady, not betraying your lack of confidence.

"I'm extremely sorry for my behaviour, Captain. Please forgive me."

Levi considered you for a moment in silence.

You braced yourself for whatever punishment he would deem fit, god you hoped it wasn't running drills.

To your surprise, he simply sighed and rubbed a hand over his angled brows. You watched the tendon in his forearm twitch at the motion. "Your behaviour was appalling, Cadet."

He brought his hand away from his face, resting his palm back down to the desk, and stood up.

His eyes were rimmed dark as he met your surprised gaze. He looked tired.

"But as your superior, your actions reflect on me - I shouldn't have pushed you."

You were silent.

This was definitely not how you had expected this to go.

"You're one of my best; you're never late, never shy away from responsibility." His brows were knitted together, but the expression he fixed you with wasn't angry, more - worried?

Guilt began creeping over you - he was genuinely trying to help you.

"Where has this recent behaviour come from?” He questioned, exasperated. “If it's me - if i'm not supporting you sufficiently as a Captain, you're within your rights to request a transfer."

You shook your head swiftly, waving your hands infront of you. "No, it's not that."

"No?" He looked at you incredelously. "So you just like to disobey orders and wrestle all your superiors, that it?" He retorted flatly, some of that annoyed bite returning.

You sighed, mildly frustrated that he was still pushing the topic. "I do trust you, Captain. I trust your judgement."

Levi crossed his arms over his chest. "So be honest with me, what is this really about?"

"I'm just... tired, Captain." You cursed yourself, unable to fathom a more convincing reason to give him in the moment. By his unimpressed expression, Levi clearly felt the same way.

"Yeah, thats bullshit and we both know it. What's the real reason?" He stepped closer to you, a wave of that familiar clean cotton and floral sweet soap hit your nose as he closed the distance. He must have showered after your little escapade. "Tell me."

"I've..." You exhaled, feeling your face begin to heat up, pinned under the intensity of his focus.

You couldn't believe you were going to admit this.

"I've been... frustrated." You finally managed.

His brows furrowed slightly, silent for a beat.

"Frustrated?" He echoed flatly, gazing at you with an indistinguishable expression.

You twirled your hands together in a bid to dispel some of your nervous energy.

"Yes..."

The silence in the room was deafening. You felt like a bug encased in amber; frozen in time. The next few moments felt as if they lasted years.

Levi hummed in consideration. "Well, you havent got much of a selection."

And there it was - back to that distant, demeaning tone you were so familiar with. Embarrased that you had even breached the topic, you scoffed and spun on your heel.

"No?" You retorted, shaking your head as your stormed toward the door. "Maybe i'll go confirm that." You bit back, boots clicking over the hardwood floor as you reached the door handle and gripped it between your fingers.

"Stop."

His voice made you freeze, hand lingering on the door handle, ready to turn it.

"Come here."

The simple command hung in the air.

A spark of tension filled the room, a low hum of electricity dancing in the space between you.

You bit your lip. You could just ignore him, turn the door knob and leave. One more act of insubordination today wouldn't kill you.

You squeezed your legs together where you stood.

But maybe the incessant ache between your legs would.

When you turned around, Levi was back at his desk. His eyes caught yours, and he motioned you toward him silently with a curl of his finger, expectant.

Acquiesing, you released the door handle and made your way back toward his desk, rounding the wooden structure until you were standing infront of him, heart racing in your chest.

Levi watched, gazing up at you thoughtfully. Your anxiousness was palpable.

He tapped the desk twice with his fingers, and turned slightly to the side to allow you space.

"Up." His voice was calm, steady. It wasn’t a question.

You paused for a moment, swallowed, then slid yourself up onto the table.

The desk was sturdy under your thighs, your jeans bit tight into the soft flesh as you sat down.

Slender fingers slipped over either side of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. You met his eyes where he stood infront of you, close enough you could feel the warmth of his body.

"Good girl." He murmured.

The unexpected phrase, spoken in his rumbly, smooth voice stoked the simmering in your lower stomach. You exhaled, more of a whine than anything.

He stepped forward between your thighs, the hand not on your jaw slid up over your leg and gripped the soft skin.

“So, my poor Cadet is frustrated.” He mused, hands roamed soothingly over the tops of your thighs. “What’s to be done about that?”

He leaned his head forward, his eyes flitted to yours briefly; searching.

You lifted yourself ever so slightly off the desk, dipping your head forward to meet him halfway, crashing your lips against his, heated and impatient.

Emboldened by your evident approval, Levi licked up into you, open mouthed, ravenous.

The sweet, slow kiss immediately disregarded, you parted your lips and let your tongues slide together. Your head spun at the lewd sensation.

Levi released your mouth, and slid his lips across to your earlobe, placing a hot, open mouthed kiss just below. You gasped into the air, and tilted your head, angling to grant him more access. He slid a cool palm up the opposite side of your neck, fingers nestled in your hair, gently cradling your head as he worked down the expanse of your throat; planting kisses, and small bites along the supple skin.

"Sensitive, are we?" Came his teasing lilt.

Dazed from the onslaught of his mouth on your neck, and his thumb rubbing slow circles below your ear, you barely noticed nimble fingers working the buttons of your shirt open.

"Uhuh..." You managed to sigh in response.

Levi's mouth traced the skin of your collarbones as he worked your shirt open, watching with heavy eyes when he hooked a finger over the soft cup of your bra and tugged down to expose your breasts. The cool air was biting, and you felt your skin pebble.

To your surpise, Levi immediately craned his head down and captured your nipple between his teeth, sucking gently.

"Ah!" You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back at the unexpected sensation; pushing your chest up into him. A slender hand slid over your other neglected nipple, and pinched tightly, rolling the bud between the pads of his fingers.

You were well and truly stunned. Panting, open mouthed, eyes squeezed closed and head thrown back; lost in the slide of his tongue, of his soft skin over your sensitive bud, and the mix of sharp pain from his pinching fingers.

After being denied for so long, pent up and frustrated for day, weeks - to have your Captain of all people touching you like this, it was almost too much.

"Please Captain.. hah... need you to touch me." You croaked, squirming when he hummed, the sound vibrating over his lips still wrapped around your nipple.

"Go on, get it ready for me." Came his gravelly voice, not stopping his invasion of kisses and pinches over the delicate skin of your chest. You opened your eyes, watching the dark head of hair move slowly below you.

You managed to lean up on the desk, arms burning when you pulled them from the table. You snaked your hands around to the button of your jeans, wasting no time in popping the clasp open and sliding the zipper down.

That got his attention.

Levi lifted his head up, releasing his hands from your chest in favour of gripping the sides of your jeans, sliding his fingers through the loops of fabric.

You let out a surprised gasp and scrambled to hold onto the desk when he hoisted your hips up roughly, sliding your jeans and panties down under your thighs in a smooth motion.

You shivered when you were finally exposed to the crisp air of the room, suddenly a little shy to be in such a position in front of your superior.

Levis fingers trailed over your knee, tugging your legs open. He groaned when your thighs parted, steel eyes lidded low, locked onto the soft skin of your inner thigh, glistening with arousal.

A pang of desire shot through you when he reached a hand to his mouth, and licked a pink tongue up the pads of his fingers.

He nestled in between your legs, one hand still holding you open, thumb pressing gently into the skin of your knee, the other slid down through your dark curls, and pressed three slick fingers over the hot, wet skin of your pussy.

You let out a moan at the sensation, and slid your hips to the edge of the desk, bucking up against his hand. A small smile ghosted over his lips, and he began to draw loose, lazy circles into you. His eyes were dipped low, still watching the way his fingers rolled over your skin. He leaned in to press his lips against the shell of your ear.

"This right here, huh?" He tapped your pussy lightly with his fingers. You flushed at the wet slapping sound. "This is why you're being such a brat?" He murmured, voice low and husky.

"Yes, Captain." You whined, and wiggled your hips against his hand. "Need it so bad."

Levi nipped your earlobe with his teeth and resumed the steady rub of his fingers.

"You know I heard you, that day you were late for dinner." He rumbled into your ear. "Panting and moaning like some whore."

A flush of embarrassment rolled over you, fighting with the rush of pleasure hazing your mind. You guessed you hadn't played it off as subtly as you thought.

You angled your head to lean against him, chasing the thrum of his low voice. His undercut prickled against your cheek. Levi slid a digit to your entrance, humming when his finger glazed over the dips of flesh with no resistance.

"Then you answered the door, looking half fucked out." His voice was raspy, like he was struggling to maintain control. He slid his finger inside you, beginning to pump steadily. "Thought you might have had some cadet in there with you."

You moaned and tilted your face toward him, pressing your lips against his cheek to whisper to him between pleasured sighs. "Was thinking -ah... bout you, Captain."

You heard his breath hitch, and you moaned, unashamed, right into his ear. “Would have let you -hah… fuck me today, right there in the mud.”

He groaned. "Fuck."

The steady slide of his fingers stopped, and you let out a needy whine at the loss of contact.

Levi took a step back, and your pleasure hazed mind vaguely registered the clinking of metal. Your eyes dipped down to watch as he tugged his belt loose, not missing the solid outline pressing against his slacks. Fuck, he was hard - just from touching you.

You let your legs fall open, bringing one of your feet up to curl over the edge of the desk, knee bent to expose yourself fully to him; swollen and dripping from his attention.

You pushed your bottom lip out and pouted, blinking at him through your lashes. "Please Captain, need you inside me."

Levi tutted at you, but you watched his adam apple bob tellingly when his eyes dropped to your parted legs. He stepped back, outside your reach. You frowned, brows knitted up.

"Already ruined one of my shirts today, not going to let you make a mess of another." He tugged his shirt from the confines of his slacks, and you watched - entranced as his practiced fingers popped the buttons of his shirt.

Your eyes drank in the expanse of pale flesh as he revealed it slowly, teasingly. Sinewy muscles spattered with pale wisps of scars, the ghosts of old bruises bloomed over his ribs. Your mouth dried as your eyes roamed down the trimmed trail of black hair and the river of veins disappearing below the waistband of his slacks.

You swore there was a satisfied grin on his face, but he didn't tease you any longer. Those skilled hands made short work of his slacks, and you licked your lips when he slid them down, freeing himself from the confines. He was hard, swollen and red tipped, beads of precum smeared and leaking. You felt a dim flicker of pride.

Tilting your head to the side to lean against your shoulder, you cast your eyes to his and wiggled your hips, enticing.

Levi rolled his eyes, but stepped forward, capturing himself in his hand he gave a few slow, slick pumps as he trailed his other hand along your hip, tugging you close.

"You're insatiable, you know that?" He murmured, sliding his cock up between the folds on your pussy, letting out a soft groan of satisfaction when you throbbed against him.

"Mmph... hurry up and fuck me." You breathed.

Now there was definitely a cocky smile on his face, but you were too lost in desire to care about wiping it off, even less so when he finally popped the head of his cock inside and slid into you, real slow, letting you feel all of it.

Your jaw hung open in a low moan, eyes glued onto where he was slowly disappearing inside. You both moaned when you felt yourself twitch around him.

"Thats it." He sighed, eyes dropped low to where you were connected, pink lips parted, panting quietly.

Relishing in the broken noise he drew from you, Levi began to roll his hips, thrusting into you; fucking you nice and slow. Mouth dropped open, you whined, a low pathetic sound; head spinning from the ripples of pleasure rolling over you.

He leaned down and captured your parted lips in a sloppy, heated kiss, biting gently at your lower lip when you moaned up into his mouth.

Satisfied with your reaction, he sped up, pumping into you, cock bumping up against that sensitive spot inside as he slid his tongue across yours.

You broke the kiss with a choked sound. The bubbling pleasure making it an impossible task to hold your Captains intense gaze; eyes threatening to roll back in defeat.

He slid his hand along your calf and tugged one of your legs up to wrap over his shoulder.

Levi slowed, you could feel every ridge, every vein as he did so - drawing out a low whine from your throat.

He tutted once more, the sound affectionate. His hand trailed up to slide along the leg he had slung over his shoulder. You shivered against him when he pinched the dewy skin of your thigh in a gentle reprimand.

"Patience."

He slid out of you halfway and angled his hips, using his grasp on your leg to hoist you closer to him, right to the edge of the desk.

When he pressed his narrow hips down into you, pushing your thigh to your chest to bend you in half; leaving you completely trapped between his solid chest and the unforgiving table - you saw stars.

Levi chuckled, a low, sweet sound, and began pounding down into you, fucking you properly now. You lolled your head to the side limply, letting out uncontrollable little "ah" sounds at each thrust of his hips, his cock hitting you impossibly deep in this new angle, base brushing against your clit.

He fixed you with a heated stare, looking down at you through his lashes, silver eyes dwarfed by black. "Nothing to say, hm? Where’s that big mouth now?" He teased.

Your fingers grasped at the edge of the desk, jostled back and forth by the unwavering buck of his hips. "I... -hah... I-..."

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, blubbering; mind buzzing static, numbed by the sparks of pleasure as he fucked into you.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, unable to conjure up a reply to give him. He hummed, seemingly pleased with your lack of coherence.

"So thats it." He brushed a finger tenderly across your lower lash line, smearing the beaded tears there along the delicate skin of your undereye. "Just needed your Captain to fuck that attitude out of you, huh?"

You found yourself nodding mindlessly, one of his hands reached out to smack your thigh gently, then trailed up to press against your clit and rub, sliding his fingers over your sopping wet arousal.

You were writhing below him, making inarticulate sounds, back arched off the desk and lifting your hips up desperately to meet his pace.

Pulling your leg loose from his shoulder, he wrapped it over his hip. You slid your other foot over and hooked around his waist, pulling him in close. Levi hunched over you in response, engulfing your view, elbows bent around either side of your head, caging you completely in his grasp.

He pressed his bare chest against the clammy skin of your breasts, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he rutted into you, letting out little huffs of air.

"Perfect cunt." Levi rasped into your ear, the brazen compliment making you flush. The Captain must be as far gone as you were.

To hear your superior slur those filthy words to you, with his cock buried deep in your pussy, sent a shiver straight down your spine. You could feel yourself teetering dangerous close to the edge.

He angled his face, brushing his lips over your skin to sink his teeth down into your shoulder. You clenched around him at the sharp burst of pain, and he groaned.

"Fuck, feel you twitching…” He huffed, breath hot over your ear. “Gonna cum?"

His inky hair tickled your skin where your foreheads were nestled together, both your eyes locked onto where he was fucking his cock into you, causing obscene wet slapping sounds. His hips were grinding sloppily now against your shaking thighs, just as close as you were to unravelling.

You nodded your head frantically, whining and squirming below him, eyes unfocused and teary - overwhelmed as the boiling pleasure threatened to spill over.

"-'m cumming Levi..." You managed to choke out, vision blurring at the edges.

Levi’s hips stuttered at your announcement, his fingers laced through your hair and he tugged gently, pulling your gaze up to meet his eyes.

You were a mess; low-lidded eyes glossed with tears as you peered up at him, face beet red, drool smeared across your swollen lips, glistening.

You felt Levi twitch inside you as he drank in the sight of you, sliding his other hand down to roll over your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

"Give it to me." He demanded, voice hoarse.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as the tightly wound coil of pleasure finally snapped at his request.

Despite his own looming orgasm, Levi fucked you through it. Hips snapping haphazardly, he was gone; moaning borderline inaudible, filthy words in your ear.

You wrapped yourself around him, fingers grasping, clawing at his toned back, and feet digging into his narrow hips to pull him impossibly closer.

"Inside, f-fill me -ah.. up, Captain!" You sobbed into his ear.

You felt his hips stutter, then he was pulsing, white hot and grinding into you slow a few times before pushing in, cursing as he nestled his cock in as deep as it could go.

You whined at the feeling of him pressing his hips down into you. His dark eyes glazed, watching you clenching around him.

You released your grip on him and collapsed back onto the desk, limp.

Rocking into you, he whined out small sounds of satisfaction as he rode out his orgasm.

Savouring the residual sparks of pleasure, you hummed at the feeling of fullness, before he slid out of you with a gasp.

"You okay?" Levis voice broke the serene bliss, you cracked an eye open, and tilted your head forward to look up at him.

He stood between your parted legs, leant over slightly, tips of his fingers pressed against the wood of the desk either side of you.

His hair was slick, bangs plastered to his forehead. You didn’t miss the way his darkened eyes were still fixated on your swollen pussy, where you were sure his cum was dribbling out.

Your eyes glossed over his heaving chest, the curves of his abs, pulled taut from the exertion, down the trail to the mess of your arousal, glistening in the dark hair above his cock.

Resting your head back onto the smooth wood, you nodded, eyes drooping shut.

Feeling satisfied for the first time in months, you kept your eyes closed, content to listen to the sounds of him padding around the room.

His gentle footfalls left the office, escaping to his private quarters for a few minutes, before he returned.

You sighed in appreciation when you felt the press of a soft, warm cloth against your thigh.

The slide of the smooth cotton against your skin was blissful, you sat up to watch him tenderly clean you up, a pair of grey sleep pants low on his hips, his stormy eyes narrowed slightly in focus.

"Thankyou." You offered, breaking the comfortable silence, trembling slightly against his grasp when he ran the cloth over your inner thigh.

Levi hummed in response, eyes breaking from his task to look you over. "Seems like you needed that pretty bad." He mused.

You gave a small, slightly embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, its been a while."

He arched a thin brow at you, and turned his attention back to wiping the cloth over your skin, feather soft. "Well, next time, just ask before you tackle me into a mud field, okay?"

You smiled, cheeks dusted pink.

"Deal."

83 notes · View notes

hangesfavles · 1 month ago

Text

Beneath the Bruise

4.3k words! Yelena x GN reader. (i think i made the reader fully gn sorry if i slipped up) i fully prepared to end this at 3k words but was told to write more because it felt unfinished. >_<

Warnings: mentions of blood, brusing and a dead worm LMFAO

Summary: You’re a humble medic tending to Yelena after she gets into a fight with another soldier, but you’re a bit of a mess under her scrutiny.

A/N: WOWEE another request yayayyayay this idea is so silly cute. i havent written yet for yelena so i really hope i do her character justice because i love her and i honestly havent dipped my toes into writing this type of character yet (like a character that isn’t upfront with their emotions and all that, but im happy to try) i read the request and knew immediately how i wanted the story to be laid out so i’m really excited to get this out there (im writing this before even starting the fanfiction lmaoaoa)

also stream gnarly by KATSEYE & enjoy

To you, you’ve always seen Marley as a machine: a machine that you always knew your place in. You’re just one small part of a larger whole, like a single screw that helps keep things in place. The role you play in Marley’s grand scheme is typically done on the sidelines, often overshadowed by civilians, yet appreciated by soldiers that play a greater, more dangerous role than you.

You’ve known that you were going to be a medic from a young age. People have always commended you for your unwavering care and kindness, even to the littlest of things.

Your parents never let you forget about how you cried and cried at the ripe age of 7 over stepping on a worm, accidentally killing it. You held it in your hands, with no regard for the slime and dirt that transferred to your hands as a result, blubbering out quiet apologies as if it could still hear you.

That softness, that instinct to help and heal stayed with you, even as the world around you became increasingly more rigid and hard. In a country where compassion was often mistaken for weakness, you learned to focus your tenderness into your steady hand to practice unrivaled precision.

Even now, as you’ve seen soldiers return in puddles of their own blood, the strongest of men and women groveling in front of you, you weren’t deterred. The little child that once shed tears over a dead worm is still inside your heart and mind, wanting to help more than ever.

It wasn’t often that you would remember a particular soldier. Oftentimes, if one was to frequent enough times for you to remember their name, they would be discharged from training due to incompetence, or you would alternatively find their remains scouring the battlefield.

However, you happen to know the name of one particular soldier from not only a personal interest, but also the whisperings of your coworkers and soldiers alike that trail her wherever she roams. Yelena. An unnervingly tall woman, both enigmatic and dangerous in all the ways you were taught to fear.

Maybe that was what drew you in about her, the way she was so unlike anything you’re used to. You don’t know much about her, hell- you don’t even know her last name, but you know just enough to grasp the fact you were hooked.

She was a book you felt that you couldn’t put down. She effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes, and not just yours. You’re unsure if it’s willing or not, or if she’s even aware of it.

She’s cold, unsettling and often blunt or rude. She’s strong, a natural leader, someone everyone noticed, and you’re the complete opposite.

Some soldiers come into the infirmary from injuries gained from training, some tumble in drunk, scraped or bruised from a fall, some are rolled in after getting shot, sliced, or stabbed during a battle. The least often kind of injuries that people come in for are from fights amongst each other.

So here you are, ushering the tall blonde woman into one of your cots as blood dramatically flows from her nose. She takes a seat with little urgency, holding her nose with her head tilted backward to avoid dripping blood on the floor or her uniform.

You gently graze the back of her head with your hand, feeling the sharp prickles of hair from her undercut, guiding her head forward instead.

Unbeknownst to you, she tenses at how quick you are to touch her, rather than just telling her with your words. “Don’t tilt backwards, the blood could go down your throat, and it’s not in my itinerary to clean up blood-vomit today.” You tell her.

Now that you’ve tilted her head the correct way, you turn around sharply to find a cloth or napkin she can properly bleed into. You’re so preoccupied with tending to Yelena, the current fuel of your curiosity, that you almost miss the man being carried in by two other soldiers, his arms slung over the shoulders of his friends.

You notice the crowd enough to shout for another medic to attend to him, quickly at that, since he is in a noticeably worse condition than the woman seated behind you.

You grab a small hand towel from a nearby drawer to hand to Yelena. When you transfer the towel to her, her fingers graze yours. Normally, you might feel a fluttering in your stomach, though this time you can’t help but cringe as you notice her blood has transferred to your bare hands.

You turn on your heel once more, washing off the blood from your hands and adorning proper gloves that you had forgotten in the flustering moment of seeing her bleeding in front of you, in need of your care.

She doesn’t thank you, nor does she outwardly react at all. She silently tilts her head into the towel, awkwardly glancing at your shoes, which she notices are carefully treading closer to her.

She’s once again shocked by your hands-on mindset as you use your first finger and middle finger to pinch the bottom of her nose, where the bridge flares out to turn into her nostrils.

“Squeeze here, it will stop the blood flow quicker.” You say, holding on to her nose for a second longer than what might be considered socially acceptable. She responds to you with a simple hum, replacing your fingers with her own.

Immediately, you’ve struck her as somewhat odd. She’s heard of you, as many in the military have. You’re regarded as one of the best medics they have on call, if not for how well you handle your patients, it’s for your genuine care and softness for people.

You’ve always been described as level-headed, soft spoken, focused. But as she gazes up at you, you seem frantic and fidgety, maybe even uncomfortable. She’s trying to chalk your demeanor up to you being scared of her. She’s more than aware of her reputation she’s gained in the military.

You decide to make use of the time you have until her nose stops bleeding, as shifting on your feet and staring at her is starting to make you sweat from the awkward tension.

You grab her hand that isn’t on her nose, flipping it over to glance at her knuckles. You can already see some swelling paired with the blood-filled cracks in her skin. You grab some gauze and wet it, carefully dabbing at the dry skin of her hand to clean the blood.

Yelena is trying to sort through her thoughts silently. Are you always this touchy? If you were, why hadn’t she heard about it? With the way some soldiers speak about you, of your beauty, kindness, and technique, surely someone would’ve mentioned that with drool dripping from their lips.

She’s brought out of her thoughts as a piece of the gauze gets hooked on her dry skin, pulling it up slightly as you lift the cloth. It doesn’t hurt that bad, but she hisses. She wasn’t prepared to be dragged out of her mind so soon.

You let out a soft, sad noise as you hear her wince. “Sorry.” You whisper, changing the gauze out once the blood is cleaned up. You put some ointment on it, allowing it to be transferred onto her skin.

While doing this, you notice just how large her hands are. You suppose it makes sense in relation to her size, and how she is still towering over you as she sits on the cot in front of you. You absentmindedly continue to dab her with ointment past the necessary amount.

By the time you come to your senses, she’s removed her nose from the cloth, noticing how the bleeding has stopped. She sniffs, now looking down at your smaller and thinner hand tending to her knuckles. You grab a light wrapping, holding her hand as you work the bandage around her palm and fingers.

When you dare to take a peek at her, she returns the gesture, looking back at you with an unreadable expression. There isn’t much conversation between you two, as you’re both lost in your own respective thoughts. It’s a little tense.

You move on to her other hand now that she’s done with the washcloth, tossing the bloody towel into the trash. Once again, without asking, you pick up her hand and get to work. Uncharacteristically, she decides to inquire. “Are you always this handsy? Aren’t you supposed to ask for permission before touching me?”

Her words sound teasing, but her tone indicates nothing of sarcasm, interest, playfulness, anything, really. Since it’s hard to tell what her tone is, it’s hard to form a proper reply.

Your first thought was that this was some sort of attempt at teasing, so you respond as such. “I mean, you kinda knew what you were getting into since you came into the infirmary. Did you want me to stare at you while you bled on the floor?”

She lets out a soft huff through her nose. You can’t tell if it’s a huff of annoyance or if it’s the closest thing you’d get to a laugh out of her. She lets the silence hang between you for a few prolonged seconds.

“No.” She said plainly. “But it’s not like it was life or death. You could’ve asked. I would’ve been fine if I bled there for a few minutes.” You give a soft, amused chuckle “Yes, I’m sure you would have survived. But if everyone had that mindset of standing around instead of getting care, I’d be out of a job.”

Once again, silence settles in the air. You’re keenly aware of every sound, now that there’s nothing else to focus on. The steady intake and releasing of her breath, the slightest shuffle that comes from the gauze against her hand, the quiet noises of the other nurses in distant rooms.

“I don’t mind it.” she says finally. Her voice is level, not exactly warm, but not biting either. She can read the stiffness of your shoulders and the way you avoid looking at her for more than 2 seconds at a time, and she assumes that her presence is stressing you out. And in a way, it is.

But that doesn’t really explain everything, does it? If you were so scared of her, wouldn’t you avoid touching her at all costs?

She can see the confusion that seeps into your expression due to her minimal words, so she continues. “Being touched.” Her words are unexpected and unprovoked. You try your hardest not to let her words get to you, because she doesn’t mean them in the way your mind secretly and silently hopes that she does. Touching her was sort of part of your job, in this case.

“Oh,” is all you manage at first. Then, fumbling for something better, comes “That’s good. Makes my job easier.”

Yelena’s gaze drops back to your hands, still halfway through applying ointment. “You’re nervous.” she states.

A beat passes.

You stiffen, heart picking up. “I’m not.” You’re not sure what inspired her to call you out, but you’re wishing she had ignored the urge.

“You are,” she insists, tilting her head slightly, her voice smooth and calm. “You’re different from the stories.”

“Stories?” you ask, tying her hand with the bandages just a little too tight. “I didn’t know I had stories.”

She shrugs. “People worth knowing tend to have some.” You wonder if that’s supposed to be a compliment, but coming from her, it sounds more like an assessment. The silence that follows now becomes less tense, but it isn’t yet comfortable either.

Once you drop her hand, you take a glance at her face and notice the dried blood remaining on her lips and nose. You have half the mind to just tell her, and give her another towel to wash it off. But she gave you indirect permission to invade her personal space, didn’t she?

You were always meant to be a medic. Maybe you were never meant to have power, knowing that having it would make you mad.

Within the same hour of having power, you’re already deciding to abuse it. You grab another hand towel, dampening it with water. She watches you, her eyes giving away the slightest hint of confusion.

You grab her jaw carefully, gently, as if a sudden move could cost you your fingers. Your grip steadies her head, your other hand shaking as you carefully wipe the dried blood from her nose and mouth.

You dare not look at her eyes now. But the curiosity in you gnaws at you more than you can stand. Her eyes are locked onto your face like a hawk. The power you thought you had slips through your fingers as quickly as you felt it, almost as if it was never there to begin with.

Her stare is intense, like a predator hunting their prey. You definitely feel like her prey with the way she looks at you as if ready to devour at any moment. Despite that, you still have trouble understanding what she could be thinking and feeling.

Is she staring at you that way because she plans to kill you? Or is it possible that you’re intriguing her? Is she loving your closeness or loathing it?

Your hand slowly releases her chin, falling to your side. The hand clutching the towel also drops to your side. Your body language screams your disbelief at your own actions.

“Well, you’re fixed up.” You say with faux confidence, gesturing toward the bandages and taking a step back to regain personal space. “Try not to punch anyone else for the next 24 hours.”

She doesn’t move to stand. Instead, she stays seated with one elbow resting on her knee, chin propped in her bandaged hand. “Do you always act so stern when you’re nervous?”

You narrow your eyes at her, still unsure if she’s joking or serious. Probably both. You cross your arms, partially to put on a more confident stance, partially to keep your hands from fidgeting in front of her sharp gaze. “Stern? More like professional.”

Yelena hums again, that low sound from deep in her chest sending a wave of electricity down your spine. “Hm, no. You’re backing away from me like I’m going to eat you alive.” She comments.

“Well,” you say, offering a soft smile, with barely concealed nervousness “You did come in due to a fight: moments before a man was dragged in, barely recognizable. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘approachable.’”

When you take another glance at her, you see that her expression is neutral, but no longer blank. You can catch a small glint of amusement in her words, actions and tone. “Maybe I’m not. Approachable, I mean. Maybe you shouldn’t be so curious about people like me.”

You’re caught between wanting to deny her read entirely and admit to her that maybe she’s right. You’d been hyper-aware of every movement around her, unsure if touching her was like handling a wild animal that might suddenly bite. “Is it so wrong to be curious?”

Another bout of silence. This one is heavier.

Her gaze drops to your chest, then back up to your face, slowly, deliberately, without shame. “You should be careful,” she says at last. “Curiosity doesn’t always end well. Not for people like you.”

You don’t know what to make of that. Is she looking down on you? “People like me?” You inquire, your brows furrowing defensively. She leans forward a little, enough that your breath catches from the proximity, though she still doesn’t stand. “Soft people.” she says plainly.

The words could be cruel. They might be cruel. But her voice doesn’t carry malice. Nothing about her is easy to understand, seemingly.

And then, finally, she stands. “That’s not something that’s found much around here.”

She’s tall. You knew that, and it’s never changed, but somehow it feels different when she rises to full height right in front of you. She’s still, her arms loose at her sides, one hand gently flexing inside its new wrapping. You have to crane your neck slightly to meet her eyes.

Your lips part, then press together again. You let the silence hold between you as you try to decipher if she’s being kind or cruel. “Right. I don’t really know if you mean that in a respectful way, but I’ll accept it as a compliment.”

“Hm.” She hums, looking down at you to meet your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

You’re amused now, the nerves slowly settling, even fading away slightly. You’re still unsure of her, but the more you banter, the less scared you are.

“I think I’ll be seeing you again,” she murmurs, just quiet enough for only you to hear. Your eyes follow her as she strides past you, without pride or dramatics. Only the same calm and controlled footsteps you’re used to watching from a distance.

She grabs a stray pen from the counter, writing something on the clipboard you had discarded after bringing her in.

She pauses right before the doorway. “Try not to worry too much about it, your hands need to be as steady as everyone says.” Right. So, she’s definitely teasing you.

“My hands are steady.” You try to confirm as confidently as possible. But it’s hard to say seriously when your hands are still warm where hers had been. “That remains to be seen by me.” She says before heading out, the door shutting with a soft click.

The feeling she left you with had you confirmed in the fact that you definitely want to see her again. For that brief interaction, you don’t only feel like just a screw in a machine. You feel human: thrilled, overwhelmed with different emotions.

You walk over to the clipboard, using all the restraint in your body to not skip or jump over to it. It reads: “Yelena- Hall G Room 12.”

You spent an abnormal amount of time staring at her handwriting on your clipboard.

Yelena- Hall G Room 12.

You tell yourself it's just a follow-up. It’s the responsible thing to do, to make sure she’s okay after having her nose busted and knuckles torn up. You’d check on any patient like this. Probably.

Maybe.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s too soon. It’s only been a day since she’s come into the infirmary. But she was plaguing your mind and barely leaving, tall, sarcastic, unnerving Yelena. It was almost maddening, the way just thinking about her had you tossing and turning in your bed.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you stand outside her door. It’s surprising that she hasn’t heard it through the wall that separates you. You try to shove your thoughts aside and gently thump against the wooden door.

There’s a slight pause that stresses your nerves so badly that your toes curl inside your shoes. But then you hear her impassive voice.

“Come in. It’s open.” With her approval, you step inside warily, as if you were a small, scared animal. You don’t feel much different from one.

Her room is small and impersonal. The room’s furniture only consists of a wardrobe, desk, a chair with wheels, and a small bed. You’re not even sure that she fits in the bed provided to her given her unorthodox height.

When you walk in, Yelena is sitting up in her bed, with her legs criss crossed. She’s holding a book that she makes look tiny in comparison to her hands, though she doesn’t seem to be that interested in it.

You doubt that she’s changed the wraps that you put on her hand, as they seem to have dried blood seeping through slightly. You hold up the items held in your hands for her to see.

“I brought some more ointment and bandages.” You say simply, trying not to give away the fact you couldn’t care less if she replaced her bandages. In reality, you just wanted to see her again and you knew it, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.

She lets out a barely noticeable chuckle. “Do you always hand deliver extra supplies?” She tilts her head at you in a way that makes you feel like a puppet under her control. She has to know that she has you wrapped around her finger.

You don’t answer right away, because you’re not sure how you should respond. “No. Most come back when they need supplies, but you haven’t.” She gestures lazily to the space on the bed in front of her, placing her book aside. “Go on then, doc.”

You’re melting over her words, truly. You would melt just standing next to her, her impact on you is just that strong.

You steady your legs, walking towards her bed carefully as if you’re heading straight into a lion’s den. You take a seat in front of her, placing the supplies on the blanket.

You reach for her hand tentatively, unwrapping the bandages as if she was fragile and delicate, like porcelain. When you take a glance at her knuckles, you glance at the swelling and bruising; it was nothing unexpected, and definitely not infected.

Yelena watches with a sharp gaze, studying your actions as well as your body language. She’s starting to become familiar with your mannerisms despite only being formally acquainted for a day.

You can feel the weight of her gaze pressing into you. “You really came just to check on my hand?” she asks you, her voice low. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but she might sound softer than usual.

You let out a soft sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as you reapply the cream to her hands. “I don’t know what I came for.” And then, after another second of thinking, “But you wrote your room number down. It didn’t seem like you wanted me to ignore it.”

Yelena leans the tiniest bit closer. The light from the ceiling casts shadows across her features, making her look even more statuesque. “Maybe I didn’t.” Your hands freeze for a split second as you unwrap her other hand. “You’re not easy to read.”

She watches you a little differently now. Less like prey, more like an anomaly. “You’re not what I expected,” she says, voice almost a murmur. “Neither are you, I think.” You tell her. “I don’t really know what I expected.” Your words were stated honestly, and she softly hummed in response.

As you finish rewrapping her other hand, you feel an overwhelming urge to make some sort of move. Surely you’re not the only one feeling the tension that settled over the both of you from the mix of banter and subtle flirting.

Fuck it, you think. With faux confidence, you bring one of her hands up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss on her bandages.

She pauses, staring at you with a look you can only describe as incredulous. You don’t move, neither does she. Your pulse is so loud in your ears it’s a shock that you can still hear what she says next.

“That wasn’t very professional.” She says, though you can hear the playful lilt laced carefully into her tone. But before you can send yourself into a panicked spiral, she continues “But not unwanted.”

You’re not sure how to respond, like, you’re drawing an absolute blank, as if your brain finally caught up to your actions after already performing them. You drop her hand shyly, placing them on your knees instead with your elbows locked.

She smirks, barely. But it’s the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen from her. “Don’t act so nervous,” she says. “You’re the one who kissed me, remember?”

God, this game of cat and mouse is going to be the death of you. Your breath is unsteady from nerves. “It was just your hand.” you say, half-defensive, half-embarrassed.

“I don’t believe for a second that you did that as a friendly gesture. I doubt you kiss all of your patients better, just like you don’t hand deliver extra bandages to them either.” She closes her eyes and takes a breath. “It’s not smart to get involved with me, for more reasons than one.”

You know her words are probably correct, despite you being oblivious to the full connotation of what she means. “But,” she adds “you should come back again anyway. Without the excuse of a follow up appointment.”

Once again, you’re fully speechless. I mean, what are you supposed to respond with after being read as easily as a children's book? You guess the best thing to do is make sure she’s not on the edge of her seat.

“Yeah, I’ll drop by again sometime.” You say in a breathy tone. “There’s nothing left for me to do, so I’ll head out for the night.” You really don’t want to leave, but you know you shouldn’t keep her up late at night, and you shouldn’t keep yourself up late either.

“Right.” She says in a simple and neutral tone, in true Yelena fashion. She stands up to open the door for you. “Before you go, I have something to return to you, though.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You hadn’t given her anything other than bandages, and she wasn’t going to remove them after you spent the time changing them out for her.

You stand up and walk closer to her, but not past her and the threshold of her room just yet. She leans down to your height, her hand resting under your chin to lift it up before she seals her lips with your own.

You wouldn’t have expected to kiss Yelena, but in a world where you did expect it, you didn’t think it would be as soft and careful as it was in actuality. It was short and sweet, not lasting more than a few seconds.

“Goodnight, doc. I’ll be seeing you soon.” She says with certainty, though it doesn’t sound cocky.

If you hadn’t gotten good sleep last night, you would be surprised if you slept at all tonight.

45 notes · View notes