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Something that lives rent free in my mind is:

After returning from a military trip that lasted almost two months, this rare day off was the first Captain Levi had enjoyed in months. The two of you were cuddling in bed, well aware that even on his "day off," the responsibilities of a Captain could intrude. He knew…

However, it had been months since he had been with you. While he wasn't fond of sleeping in his own bed, all he desired was to stay there until the afternoon, with your legs wrapped around him, until both of you were so spent and sensitive that you couldn't continue any longer. He hovered over you, his movements intense, the bed squeaking and slamming against the wall. He used all his strength, and more, supporting his body with one arm, his right hand squeezing your breast as it bounced with each impact. The morning light spilled in from the curtains of his personal chamber, illuminating everything. Your lips parted in pleasure, unable to produce sound each time he thrust deep, your disheveled hair spread across the pillow. He felt your wetness every time your hips met, your legs attempting to part wider in vain, trying to make him go even deeper. At the same time, your legs were wrapped around his hips, pushing him with each of his thrusts.

He groaned with every movement; you were incredibly tight, warm, and wet. So good he could almost sob. He threw his head back, nearly there after months of abstinence. He was so close, almost ready to release his pent-up. He's so close, almost ready to fill you to the brim only to go for another round. Releasing one load after the other, cumming inside until you were dripping from it. And then!… There was a knock on the door, involuntarily causing him to stop in surprise.

"Lev?" you whispered, trying to keep your hoarse voice of pleasure from being heard by whoever was on the other side of the door. Levi groaned in annoyance, shifting positions, his elbows on each side of your body, his head nestled on the crook of your neck, leaving butterfly kisses as another knock echoed, this time more insistent.

"Levi…wait," you insisted, and Levi groaned in frustration.

"Ignore it," he murmured, resuming the kisses along the edge of your jaw. He was trying hard not to lose the mood, his hips attempting to regain their rhythm. Your soft moans and your attempts to suppress the sounds with your bitten bottom lip.

Another knock, "Levi, we're all waiting for you," Erwin's deep voice came from the other side.

"Damn it," Levi whispered, annoyed, trying to control his voice as his hips couldn't stop seeking the release that was so close. "I'll be there in a minute!" he tried his best to sound as natural as possible.

"The high ranks are waiting; the meeting started 30 minutes ago," the Commander insisted. It was his duty, after all.

Your lack of response indicated the obvious loss of the mood, and Erwin's persistence grated on Levi's last nerve. He had waited months for this moment, and he was always punctual. A man had his needs.

"Lev-"

"I'm balls deep, Erwin. For fuck's sake, I'll be there in a minute!"

Let's just say the knocks quickly ceased.

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Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream.  You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.  

He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.

Wife.

His wife.

The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.

If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.

He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.

You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.

You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.

"It's too early."

"Go back to sleep." he coos.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

He holds you even tighter. "Never."

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Levi Ackerman Discovering His Breeding Kink

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, creampie

A/N: Nope, I have more Levi thoughts, I'm not done yet.

As messy as sex can be he can't bring himself to pull out cause it makes an even bigger mess

It's better to have the mess focused on just one place

But when he pulls out he finds that he still doesn't want his cum getting out

It takes Levi a lot of time, a lot of fucking his cum back into you before he connects the dots and realizes that it's not just the mess he hates but that he also wants to make his cum stay inside of you for the sake of making a baby

You didn't talk about it at that point and it's hard for him to bring it up

He tries to mention kids casually, saying how he thinks you'd make a great mom one day

Levi's mistake was talking about it during sex more and more often

You do try to see if that's what he really wants during pillow talk, talking about all your friends having or planning it now that things are calm

The moment you start talking about it he's on you, lifting your hips into the air and leaning against you to pin you down, his hips rutting into you from behind until his cock is drained of all his cum and it's inside your pussy instead

Knows there was a chance of you getting pregnant every time when you had sex but it's only now that he's really hoping it happens

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it’s like he’s afraid to touch you, to break you—

even as you ease down into his lap, your bare chest slick with sweat and tacky as it presses against his, your belly flat against his clenched stomach, so close that you can feel every flex, every pull, every undulation of firm muscle that adorns his body from head to foot. even as you ease yourself down onto his cock, he remains frozen.

“you can touch me.” you say at first, holding his big hands in yours. the size of his hands, of his body, dwarfs you, and you’re reminded that even in his human form its likely that he could crush your bones like flower stems. his palms are hot, so hot, against yours, like kindling rising to a burn in the grate of a great fireplace.

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idk if u write for reiner but size kink reiner would actually make me pass out

"you're so unbelievably beautiful." he breaths out as he stands in front of your naked frame. the height difference is significant and he's trying his best not to lose it right now. his large hand carefully grabs your breast, massaging it in his palm. his other hand caresses your wait until it settles in between your legs. you're already dripping and just a swipe of two fingers makes them dump.

"fuck me, rei." you whisper, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his year but still not being tall enough.

he groans, throwing you up on the bed. he crawls over your body, kissing down your neck and collarbones. his hands twist your nipples, making them erect. you can feel his hard-on rubbing against the inside of your thigh and you put your legs over his hips to help him rub against your better. he notices how eager you are and he swiftly shuffles out of his pants and boxers.

"put it in." you whine when your eyes finally lay on his dick. you reach out to stroke his few times, trying to guide him to your opening. reiner presses inside of you, just the stretch of his head makes your eyes roll.

"oh my fucking god."he moans when he finally bottoms out. your small body lays underneath him and he thinks it's the prettiest sight.

"rei, too big. i won't be able to last." you warn him when he starts slowly thrusting in. reiner chuckles at your words and sets a new pace. the change of rhythm helps him hit your g spot dead on, making you cum around him. his eyes shut closed and he's trying his best not to cum at the spams your pussy makes around his cock.

"baby, you're gripping me too tight." he breaths as your pussy locks around his cock.

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୧𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎୨

husband! reiner x reader

c/w: insecurities

"thank you for everything, rei. you're always so good to me, darling."

reiner stops in his tracks, eyes widened a fraction as he looks at you. both of your hands are holding a porcelain bowl— one that you had asked him to get for you because it was too high up in the cabinet— but your reaction was so strong. was he really that great for just...getting a bowl for you?

his eyes glance back and forth from the bowl to your face before nervously detaching his hands from it, forgetting that he was handing it to you before rubbing them against his jeans clammily and letting out a gentle laugh layered with nervousness. "yeah— yeah, it's no problem hon."

you flash him a smile, continuing to place the bowl down on the marbled counter top. "I mean it, rei, darling. you're always super good to me, you know? it's the little things, baby." you make your way past him, but not before planting a firm kiss to the apple of his cheek. you watch it light up, and watch him bite his lip to contain his smile. "I just— I didn't think you felt this strongly about me. about what I do, and such." he whispers. you keep setting the table, moving about swiftly— but continuing your conversation. reiner is leaning against the counter, watching you work.

"yeah, honey, of course. I rely on your for a lot. you're always there when I need you— fixing the car, cleaning the house, taking me out." you list off, "youre just my great man overall, hm, handsome?"

reiner smiles a tight-lipped smile, cheeks red with his head tilted down. "honey, please.." but you only cut him off, shaking your head and making your way up to his larger form— sliding your hands up his taught chest. "I'm serious, darling. y'mean the world to me and I can't be anymore thankful for the things you do for me." reiner's heart skips, and his breath stutteres in his throat.

what does he say now? does he let you keep talking? does he compliment you back? does he sob like his brain and heart are telling him to?

"I wanna— wanna be in love with you forever." he mumbles out in a lovesick haze, eyes glassy and head floaty. it's not the answer he was going for, but it felt right to say at the moment. reiner flushes when he hears you giggle, head dropping again in a shy manner. "s'cute" you mumble, tilting his head back up and pressing a solid kiss to his lips, "trust me. I'm never falling out of love with you, darling. we're in this together forever, you remember?" reiner nods dumbly, "yeah— yeah, I do. can I um— help with anything else?" you smile, shaking your head gently and. "no, hon, not right now. come on, let's eat." you grab his hand, leading him to the dinner table. you smile and go to pull out your chair, but reiner is quick to jump on it, stopping you with a small, "wait" before pulling it out for you instead. he smiles shyly as you give him a thankful look, sitting down and letting him push you in. "thank you, darling. now eat."

reiner hums in acknowledgement, and the two of you continue to eat together. the entire time reiner is thinking about what you said to him. it has him hazy all throughout dinner till late in the night while the two of you settle down to go to sleep.

the two of you are tucked under the covers, reiner's head resting against your chest as his fingers twirl and fidget with the hem of your nightgown— a small habit he's developed because it makes him feel relaxed— and you can tell he's in deep thought. "you okay, rei, honey?" you card a hand through his hair, nails scratching his through his scalp.

"yeah, no, yeah— I'm fine" he clears his throat, glancing up at you. you lift a brow, suspicious. "yeah? are you sure, honey? you seem upset... and why aren't you putting your full weight on me, hon?" you tap his arm, and reiner shakes his head, not really knowing how he should approach, so he's silent.

"reiner..." you stroke the side of his head, "speak to me, baby—"

"did you mean why you said? earlier, I mean..." he mumbles, voice almost meek. you frown, greatly confused. "sweetheart, what do you mean?"

he sighs, "I just mean like.. you really think im... g—good? I mean.. I know you wouldn't lie to me, but, sometimes it's hard for me to believe. even with how much I love to hear it." he chuckles to diminish the tension, but your face stays the same. "I just don't feel like I deserve to be out on such a pedestal."

you shake your head in disbelief, "reiner, honey... I'm so sorry you feel that way, baby, but I love you completely. too much to ever make you feel like you can't be coddled when you need it, or praised. I wanna show you love just how you show it to me, darling. you mean the absolute world to me. I know you don't feel like it, and that's fine. but if there's ever a chance to take care of you and appreciate you: I'll take it "

reiner doesn't look back up at you, eyes looking straight ahead at the dark corner, the only thing illuminating the room being the moon peeking through the blinds. rapidly, more than he'd like them to, his eyes rush with tears and he tries not to make it obvious.

but you know him. he's your man, afterall. you said it yourself. you know that once he sucks in a deep breath, he's about a head-pat away from breaking down. so you do it. you coo in his ear and brush your palm along his cheek until the dam breaks. riener sniffles into your chest, body shaking slightly as he grips onto your nightgown tight. you nod, shushing him gently.

"s'okay, now rie, it's okay, yeah?" you rubs his back, "let it out, baby. I want my arms to be a safe space for you, honey. s'okay."

"I just love you so much" he hiccups, and you nod, kissing his damp lids. your poor boy. "I know baby, I know..."

the tears go on for another five (5) minutes or so before he resorts to only small sniffles and choked whimpers. his weight is fully pressed against you now, and his face is shoved further into your chest.

and once again, reiner is lost. was he being dramatic? did you ever find his crying fits weird? and the short answer is: no, never. not when you smile at him and wipe the excess tears off his cheek. not when you giggle and pepper his tinted face in kisses, asking him questions that seem to dumb him down a bit.

"you okay now, baby, hm?"

"y'feel better now, babes?"

"bet you're tired after that, love, yeah?"

he's barely able to answer them probably, a bit too shy and embarrassed. but he tries anyway, "I just love you so much" and, again, it's not as fulfilling as he wanted his words to be, and it doesn't really answer the question, but it comes from the heart.

you smile, "I love you too, reiner. so so much.", you rake your nails against his scalp again, scratching at the hair growth above his nape. "i wish you could see yourself the way I do, rei. I'm gonna try my best to get you to see just how great you are."

reiner bites his lip before leaning up and slotting his lips against your chest in appreciation. his kisses are light and airy, and they make you smile. you keep his head close to you as he leans up more, grumbling out softly and nosing at your neck— brows furrowed prettily.

you giggle, "I can feel you pouting against me, rei. why don't you go to sleep now, honey? you're sleepy" reiner shakes his head, lip trembling and voice soft, "I wanna stay up with you." you close your eyes, humming "why's that?" "cause then I get to be with you longer."

his answer is adorable, but you're tired, and you know he is too—so you scratch at his back in a gently rhythm, knowing it'll lull him to sleep. and it does— and the both of you doze off slowly, reiner a little bit after you.

reiner feels..safe. for a long time, before he met you, he didn't know what it felt like to be valued. to be put upon a pedestal, because he never let himself. but you? you do that for him. always making sure he knows just how much he's cared for. it really is the little things that make a person great. that make you, great. reiner know that now— and he'll make sure to apply it more and more to his life.

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reiner braun + fem! reader | mdni | 1,065 words | established relationship, morning sex, creampie, overstimulation, use of tight as a descriptor <3

reiner sleeps on his stomach, his arms tucked beneath the pillow and facing you. broad back radiating heat against the breeze drafting in from the open window. he looks so beautiful like this. lips parted and eyebrows not knitted with worry. the frown line you always smooth your thumb over erased from existence. it’s not often that you wake up before him, that you get to trace the lines on his face and the freckles on his back-

“stop staring at me while i sleep” his voice low and gruff and warm with sleep, the corners of his lips stretching in a soft smile.

you huff in response, cheeks prickling with heat at getting caught. “i wa-” before you can even stutter out some barely coherent excuse, sturdy arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so incredibly close that all you know is his scent - soap and skin that feels like home. 

he covers your face in slow kisses, his lips claiming their place on your skin. his eyes still closed. but he doesn’t need to look. he has committed every last line and curve and dip of your body to memory, an ever-expanding map that’s his and his only. “you look beautiful” a hot whisper against your cheek.

a tiny giggle escapes your lips, “you haven’t even looked, reiner”.

“i already know” the kisses continue down your neck, to the hollow between your collarbones as he gently shifts your body until you’re lying underneath him pliant and wanting. it’s so easy to surrender completely to his touch. large hands grabbing over the worn material of his shirt that you borrowed years ago. then the shirt is on the floor, replaced by his frenzied mouth, kissing, licking, sucking on the flesh of your chest. your tits are covered in a sheen of his spit. newly blossoming red marks screaming mine, mine, mine, mine. almost unintelligible whispers of “you’re so fucking perfect” make blood rush to your already hazy brain.

wide, glassy eyes and needy whimpers only encourage him as he continues dragging his lips over every inch of your body. your feet, the side of your ankle, the soft flesh behind the knee, that spot that tickles just beneath your hip bone. 

reiner’s breath hitches as he spreads your legs open, mouth watering at the sight. your soaked cotton panties are almost transparent as they stick to your cunt. his eyes fill with wonder as he takes it all in, running his thumb down your puffy lips. “such a pretty, pretty pussy”  the pleading expression on your face or the way you push your hips into his touch, so desperate for more, goes unnoticed. so focused on how cute your plush pussy looks when he pinches it between large fingers that he doesn’t even realise he’s teasing.

“baby… please” your voice breathy and almost begging as your nails scrape against his forearms. sticky panties join his shirt on the floor and his face is buried in your pussy. and, god, does he know just what you need. he worships your pussy. tongue dragging through your folds then sucking them into his mouth just right. strong arms pin your hips to the bed, holding you spread out for him as he wraps his lips around your clit and it sends your head spinning. obscenely slutty moans escape your lips. and he could come just from the sounds that you’re making, sounds of his own making, but he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t stop until his face is covered in your slick and you’re pushing his head away. broken pleas of “too much” and “i’m cumming” not enough to convince him to stop. even then, he covers your messy cunt with kisses, muttering an “always so perfect” as he looks up at you.

he holds your face in both of his hands, thumbs lovingly swiping across your wet cheeks as his lips crash against yours, tongue dripping with your essence. and you could cry at the way his powerful body gently molds around yours. the way that love spills golden from his eyes as he pulls away. every i love you and thank you and you’re mine held so securely in his loving gaze. the satisfied smile that pulls on his glossy lips as he pushes his aching length inside and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut at how he stretches your tight pussy to its limit. 

he grunts out an “i love you” as he starts to roll his hips into yours. the way you can feel every vein and ridge on his throbbing cock, so hot with arousal. it’s all so lewd. the way your drooling pussy squeezes around him, your arousal pooling between your bodies. his lips grazing your ear, a mixture of animalistic grunts and mumbles of “fuck, baby, you’re so tight” mix with your increasingly needy and whiny moans. the wet sounds of your bodies coming together. it’s so lewd it makes the blood rush to your cheeks, makes you want to hide your face in embarrassment at how needy you are for his touch. but reiner makes you look at him as your body writhes and crumbles underneath him. nails scratching at his shoulders as you cum so hard around him you almost feel as if your body is melting into the bed.

he changes his pace, thrusts becoming more erratic and rougher as he’s nearing his own release. face buried in the crook of your neck, grunting as he spills inside of you. and there’s so much of it, thick and hot and milky white. so much that it spills out of your sloppy, swollen cunt, dripping on the already-drenched sheets below. 

you feel so good and tight and hot, and he can’t take his eyes off your pretty pussy stretching so wide around his girth. so he fucks you through his orgasm. hips slamming so hard against your own until you’re so fucked out you can’t even moan. tears spilling down your face as he presses your foreheads together. he doesn’t stop until you’re both cumming again, panting and broken moans filling the room. 

panting, reiner places a gentle kiss on your forehead. he holds you as if you might just fall apart in his arms, touches so gentle and soothing against your spent body. a barely whispered “i love you” is all you can give him in return. 

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Audio: "Tired of life? Just sing a little song" by stanzipotenza

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Horny Levi shamelessly rutting into his mattress has been on my mind since this post, so -

Just. Levi being in the haze of a warm, pleasant sleep and starts mindlessly rolling his hips against your backside. His arms are wrapped around you, spooning, but his hold tightens the more his cock throbs, with the more of his precum that dribbles down the head of his cock and stains his tight briefs.

And, the more excited he gets, the heavier his hot breaths puff into the shade of your throat, the quicker his hips rut. You’re jolted out of sleep by him throbbing and hard and prodding your ass in needy, quick little circles. Levi’s fucking humping you—in his sleep—and he’s not even half-aware of it except for the white-hot pleasure buzzing away in his lower half.

Naturally, you waking up wakes him up, but why stop? He’s positively shaking with how close he is, half-lidded and red all over his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

You arch your back and squirm, encouraging him with, “C’mere, baby, I want you to,” which has his jaw going slack with a small shiver. Fuck, yes.

You’re practically yanked back against him now that Levi knows it’s okay, but more than that, you fucking want him to—he needs to empty his heavy balls so badly he doesn’t even care that he’s whining all breathy into your skin, or the fact his creamy precum has soaked through his thin briefs and making little smears on your cotton pajamas. He’s hot and drawn tight all over, and he won’t be able to sleep until he’s shaking through the aftershocks.

Tell him he’s your good boy, that he sounds so pretty like this, and you'll have him breathing heavy and open-mouthed, reaching his peak. His brow draws together and his shiny, pink lips—in stark contrast to the blush on his cheeks—drop open with the sweetest moan. He groans all gravelly and almost choked, and he throbs so hard. Even loses control of his hips. All he can do while they stutter is hold you close and hump you as his pretty cock throbs and twitches. He shoots his load—creamy, thick cum pooling between his thighs, soaking his briefs right through.

He cums so much too, and so hard he's thrown for fiery-hot loop. Vulnerable by sleep, he keeps making all these small, pretty sounds in your ear.

He’s exhausted himself, so while his dick just keeps throbbing, he’s succumbed to rolling his hips in these needy, rolling circles, milking his orgasm out, moaning all pleased, mumbling how good it feels. He can feel it dribbling from his pink, round cockhead too, and shivers so fucking hard when you tell him he did so good, coming all over himself like that, your good boy.

By the time he’s slowly softening, he’s still shivering and this warm haze has washed over him again. He can’t sleep like that though, so you crawl between his solid, thick thighs to lick him clean and work him up all over again 😋

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Riding time skip levi bc my man got THICC😩

Ughhh anon time skip mappa Levi makes me feel things.....

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, creampie ,we are hella thirsty for Levi in this one.

Levi didn't understand what was going on, all he knows is that you pulled him inside your office out of nowhere and that you are seated on top of him as your lips kiss at his neck.

With a groan, he grabs your hips rocking you back and forth on his lap. You moan against his neck as you suck on his skin, leaving your mark on him.

It's not a secret that you loved how Levi looked before but you didn't even try to hide the fact that you liked his new look way more. His thighs have gotten thick and he has gained weight, he looked better than ever.

"Fuck name." You start rocking your hips harder in his lap feeling his erection against you. "Somebody is hard." Pulling away from his neck, your arm sneaks down to his belt and you undo it without a problem.

"Woha easy there squad leader ." He says and you roll your eyes, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. "No. I want you now. Wanna ride you." Levi can't say that he is surprised at your eagerness, your eyes have been eating him up like candy recently.

You get up to take your pants off but before you can take your underwear off Levi pulls your body back onto his lap and harshly kisses you on the lips.

"Want to ride me hmm?" It's his turn to kiss and bite your neck. You start taking his blouse off, biting your lip when you see his upper body.

You have seen it so many times every time you're hypnotized by it. Fingers trace his abs and you slip your hand into his underwear, squeezing his hard cock.

Levi's hands take your panties off and he drops them on the floor. It wasn't smart to indulge in such activity in the middle of the day with the doors unlocked but neither you nor Levi care enough to do something about it.

Taking his cock out of his underwear, you pump him in your hand a few times before lining him up with your dripping entrance. "You're soaked baby."

He whispers, eyes locked on the view of his cock disappearing into your wet cunt. You moan his name and lock your hands around his neck as you start bouncing on him.

Levi hisses, his hands squeezing your ass as you ride him. "Fuck just like that." He pulls your shirt down enough to expose your breasts and his mouth latches onto your nipple.

You slow down a little, rolling your hips to feel him deeper. "Mhh fuck I love your cock Levi." He pulls away from your breasts and kisses you on the lips tongue first.

"I can see that. Dirty little thing fucking me while your squad trains." A whine comes out of your lips as Levi starts moving you faster again, feeling your walls clamp down on him.

"You look amazing c-captain. It's not my fault." Your hands are gripping his biceps, there is nothing you enjoy more than having Levi like this.

You'll cum very soon but it's not enough yet and it doesn't go unnoticed by Levi. His hands move from your ass to your waist and Levi sets a more passionate pace, the one that makes you feel him deep in your stomach.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Cursing you drop your head onto his shoulder, biting his skin and he moans your name feeling your pussy get tighter around him.

His cock twitches inside of you and it's enough for you to cum moaning his name loudly. "There we go princess. I'm close too."

You start moving your hips at a very fast pace making Levi dig his nails into the fabric of your shirt, his eyes shut and mouth parted.

It isn't long before you feel him fill you up with a moan of your name. You run your fingers through his messy hair as he opens his eyes to look at you.

"Got what you wanted?" You chuckle leaning in and pecking his lips. "Actually I'll need to leave some bites on those thighs of yours later. I have a squad to attend to now." He slaps your ass playfully and you get off of him, his cum dripping down your legs.

You both quickly dress up and you try your best to style your hair as it was. "See you later captain." Winking at Levi, you two part ways ignoring the fact that Armin stood in front of your office with a face redder than a tomato.

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Klara, levi getting turned on from seeing you train and just eating you out like a mad man on his desk 😌

Hsushjsxjbxksosksk YES

Warning: NSFW 18+, Levi being pussy drunk, multiple orgasms, squirting bc I said so.

Levi couldn't help it, he couldn't control his desire after seeing you take Miche down during training. Your white uniform makes every single curve of your hips, thighs and ass look divine.

His patience is running out, he wants you and that's exactly what he gets.

You're spread wide on his desk, his head between your legs, tongue lapping at your cunt. You've cum about two times already but Levi isn't even halfway done with you.

"Fuck Levi!" His skilled tongue works on your clit, eyes looking at your face as it drowns in pleasure. Levi slides a finger into your warm pussy, groaning when he feels your walls squeeze around his finger.

You're so wet, every noise that you're making is lewd but it doesn't matter, Levi wants more from you. Hips buck towards his face, back arching, tugging on his hair, Levi knows that you are close.

"Levi!" You yell when he nibbles on your clit bringing you to your third orgasm. Your legs shake, closing around his head which he parts again in no time. He pulls away, for now.

You look at him, his chin dripping with your wetness. "What the hell has gotten to you?" smiling you let your head fall on the table, breathing heavily.

"You did." Levi says as he leans back in, parting your legs again. He can watch this sight for days, if it was up to him, he would have you like this the whole day and never stop.

"Levi I can't again-" You don't even have time to protest before his mouth is back on you, he won't stop until he has you speechless. This time he doesn't hold back at all, his two fingers entering you without any struggle.

His mouth is now fully eating you out, even more ruthless than before. Your hand drops over your mouth trying to cover up the filthy moans leaving your lips.

That is until you feel Levi bite your inner thigh, teeth sinking into your plushy skin. His fingers never leave you only become faster with time.

"What did I tell you about covering your mouth? Hmm?" He says against your skin, kissing it lightly before returning to your pussy.

"Fuck you're dripping." He dives his tongue back into you as he adds a third finger. At this point, you're sure that you'll lose your voice from how loud you are.

His tongue and fingers fuck you at an unforgiving speed. You feel your muscles tense a funny feeling builds up in your lower stomach. "Levi I-"

You squirt all over him and his desk, legs shaking uncontrollably. Levi pulls back, a slight smirk on his face. "Well, well you haven't done that in a while, love." He slowly pulls out his fingers, putting them into his mouth, his white shirt ruined because of you.

You're trying to process what just happened, your body feels completely used from the amount of pleasure Levi has brought you.

A kiss is planted on your cheek and you open your eyes to see your boyfriend's satisfied look.

"You're lucky that I have work to do otherwise you wouldn't have left this office in a while." You smile weakly at his words knowing that there is absolutely nothing that can save you from him tonight.

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thinking about how levi would react to his very horny and pregnant s/o

Minors and ageless blogs dni!

I think he'd be a bit expectant of you clinging onto him. Sure he'd read somewhere that women tend to have an increased libido perhaps around their second trimester but he was such a fool to think that you wouldn't be any different than you've always been around him.

Just from the way your arms latch onto him and those eyes give him that desperate look he's suddenly finding himself dropping the activity he was currently doing. I mean you're doing the task of carrying his child the least he can do is make it as pleasurable as possible.

And you can barely stop yourself from unbuttoning his shirt the moment your lips latch onto his, passionate and deep. You let out an aching whimper as his hands move down between your thighs, he doesn't even need to remove your panties to know how soaking wet you are.

It seems that in less than a few minutes, your clothes are randomly deposited across the bedroom floor.

"Take it easy," he warns in an failed attempt, hands sitting at the side of your waist as you sit on top of him and absorb the feeling of his cock stretching your gummy walls as a satisfied gasp escapes from your mouth. This feeling that you've been craving of feeling so full and wet that your juices are practically dripping out of your cunt.

"Fuck-" he gasps, "gonna- you're gonna make me cum real soon, sweetheart." he pants as you roll your hips in a slow yet desperate rhythm, pushing him deeper into you.

He can barely keep count of the amount of times that you've milked him clean of every last drop over the past few days. But he doesn't care; he'll come again and again if it means he gets to see you straddled across him.

The sound of your sweet moans, your stretchmarks patterned across your thighs and stomach, those full tits - god he can't take it anymore.

The way your movements turn more desperate with every bounce, along with your high pitched moans begging for more despite the fact that you already have all of him - evident by your round belly.

But he can give you more. Raising his hips ever so slightly your moans turn into helpless cries of how you're now reaching your crescendo.

"cum for me baby," he pants, hands now cupping your face as his hips snap into you, "fuckin' cum for me."

And he'll never miss the way that you tighten around his cock as you reach your climax, body convulsing as your eyes roll back in helpless pleasure. And at the same time he lets out one more deep thrust before spilling his himself into you, painting your walls white.

And the sight- god, the sight of his seed dripping out of you onto his thighs makes him hard again.

"Maybe we're gonna have to think about a baby number 2 soon, love."

[aotslj]

Levi putting a pillow under your hips to go deeper into you 🤤

Hey there anon! Sorry that this took long but YES!

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warning:NSFW 18+, minors dni, slight edging, Levi railing you until your legs give out. :))

All you hear is Levi growling and the sound of his cock sliding in and out of you, you don't even hear yourself for the better probably, the moans you're letting out are noisy.

"You feel so good." He leans in nibbling on your earlobe until you turn your head to capture his lips. The kiss is messy, you didn't expect it to be otherwise, sex with Levi always was messy.

"Deeper Levi.." You mumble against his lips and Levi bites on your lower lip pulling away. "Deeper?" He releases your hands, pulling you up so that you are riding him.

You throw your head back allowing him to suck at your already bruised neck, his hands are on your back pulling you ever so closer to his body.

But he stops all his movements and you drop your head onto his shoulder. "Why? Why did you stop?" You ask breathlessly as you feel Levi reach for something behind you, slipping out of you and making you whine.

He kisses your lips before gently laying your body back and you feel something soft under your hips. In this position with the pillow under you, you have no choice but to arch a little.

"You said deeper. I'll fucking give it to you." Without a warning he enters you, your hands grip the sheets hard, moaning loudly. "Oh fuck Levi!"

He hisses at the tightness of your warm walls as they clamp around him. His hips snap into you mercilessly, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Yeah? Does that feel better sweet girl?" You don't reply, too fucked out to think. His grip on your hips gets rougher, they will surely leave marks behind.

One of Levi's hands comes up your body to grip your breast, his fingers play with your nipple which causes you to arch your back more.

His cock hits your cervix with each thrust and you feel like you're about to explode, your legs start shaking. "Already?" You hear Levi say, not knowing if he was talking to you or himself.

Again he stops, slipping out of you, you almost curse at him. "Levi.....please no more. I want to cum." You feel him press a kiss on your navel, licking the skin afterwards.

"I know baby.I know." He takes your thighs this time, spreading you wider. His eyes linger on your wet cunt and you almost feel a little shy under his intense gaze.

He aims your body in the angle he wants and enters you with zero problems, your pussy sucking him in perfectly. "Shit, you're so fucking wet baby."

This time he is ruthless, cock pounding you hard and deep just like you wanted. His hands move to your waist and you take the opportunity to dig your nails into his bicep.

Feeling your wet walls squeeze around him tightly, he doesn't slow down only goes harder. He knows that you are about to cum.

And you do, your legs spasm, eyes rolling back as pure pleasure takes all over your body. You cum screaming his name and you hear him grunt as your fingers leave red marks on his arms.

"Levi! Slow-mmh!" He slaps your thigh, continuing to thrust roughly into you. His hands are back on your hips, fucking you like he won't ever get to again.

"This fucking cunt. Too fucking good." Levi lost control in lust, he wants nothing more than to paint your perfect skin with his cum.

You feel that pressure build up in your lower belly again and Levi notices, his fingers play with your clit and you bite the back of your hand trying to muffle the sound that leaves your lips.

Coming around his cock, you feel him twitch inside of you. Levi throws his head back, your name fleeing his mouth as he pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

The two of you stay in that position for a little while until he pulls the pillow from under your hips, your body falling limp on the bed. He eyes the wet stain on the surface of the pillow.

"Well looks like you won't have a pillow for tonight.." You are barely hearing what he is saying, you can't feel your legs. Levi places a few pecks on your face before kissing you on the lips.

"You okay?" He whispers eyes glancing at your face. "Yes but my legs aren't." Levi smirks getting up to pick up any fabric he can find to clean you.

"You told me to go deeper and that's what I did." Softly he wipes his cum off your stomach, your eyes start closing, exhausted from it all.

"Oi! We still need to take a bath."

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[aotslj]

He could feel you staring. And indeed, you were. God, you sighed to yourself, he was so fucking beautiful.

tags: levi x reader, angst, smut, hurt-comfort, gun mention, injury descriptions, self-sacrificial thoughts, caretaking, insecurity [felt by levi], body worship, canonverse, fem!reader.

word count: 5400

It was a miracle you found them, even more miraculous that Hange did not snipe you first. Over the barrel of the gun, their hazel eyes ran bloodshot. A murderous, fight-or-flight fear you had never seen on the commander’s face. If not for the moonlight that outlined your surrendering hands, surely, you would have joined the two corpses on the ground between you both. 

“Hange!!” Your frantic scream scared sleeping birds off their branches. Flaps of their wings matched the spasms in your nerves. “It’s me!”

Your ears picked up the graze of metal as their finger twitched along the trigger. Eyes focused in to meet theirs in promise. Your jaw fell further, not at the proximity between you and death, but at the single tear that slid down their cheek. Trauma spilling over Hange’s bright and bubbly facade. 

They lowered the rifle with a sigh, one you could see in the thick white cloud of their breath. With an exhausted exhale, beneath their hood, they offered.

“Do you want to see him?”

// // //

Hange walked slower than you would have liked. On the other hand, they probably thought you were going too fast. They had not had the time to blink, let alone sleep, in days. It was what you reminded yourself as you dampened your pace for their sake, the sedative to your aching legs, yearning to sprint to him. 

They made intentional small talk, asking how your intelligence missions were going - wondering if you had a good grasp on what the Yeagerists were up to. Of course, it was all pointless now. Obviously, Floch and his faction had succeeded. The end of the world had already started. 

The commander could tell, and you knew that they could. They would not ask you such blatantly meaningless questions, unless there was something to hide. 

“Hange,” your voice was deathly low, “just tell me.” Eye contact deliberately, mutually avoided. “How bad is it?”

Another heavy sigh. Twigs crunched beneath boots. A silence that felt like forever, that almost spoke for itself. Hange looked to the starry sky above, and for a moment, your heart sank. Is he…?!

Hange shot you a smirk, pained but genuine. “He’s a tough lil guy, isn’t he?”

He’s alive. 

“Anyone else would be sauteed to bits, and to be honest -” Hange parsed, “- I still can’t figure out how he made it.” 

Sauteed. Fire? Bits. An explosion? 

“I can only think -” they gave a loose tug of their hair tie, “- it’s because he’s an Ackerman.”

You had not put it all together, but the bloodstained patch of grass, the worn handle with lone fingers attached, the bodies of former comrades rotting outside - all the traces you tracked along your journey here painted an awfully vivid picture. Through those tiny details, you constructed the larger story. Levi had been targeted, and if not for Hange’s intervention, your partner would have been murdered by either Zeke’s or the Yeagerists’ hands.

Yet, in the commander, you could sense a tremendous guilt. Blinded by Levi’s current critical condition, or perhaps the recent killings of their subordinates, they saw themselves as no hero. Finally, you recognized why Hange was slugging along: a delay. Conscious or not. Procrastinating the revelation of the new Levi to his old lover. 

While they wallowed in their own failures, you only saw their successes. Each trudge of their steps against the earth felt heavy, you longed to lighten them, to have Hange see themselves as the savior they were.  

“No, Hange.” A gentle hand to their back. They startled, then soothed, at your touch. “It’s because of you.” 

With hesitation, they finally met your gaze. Their skin a staunch pale even in this pitch black night. A stark frown, regrets within. And Levi would not have liked that.

“He’s alive, not because of his last name, but because of you.” Your delicate touch morphed to a fierce grip, shaking them. “Hange, please,” clenched teeth, quivering lip, “you know that, right?”

Certainly, they were smart enough to know that.

Hange pushed a single finger to their glasses, “Y…Yeah.”

“Hange.” Your smile was both sincere and serious. You clutched their hand with both of yours and squeezed, “Thank you.”

They cleared their throat and swallowed, an awkward, guilty laugh. “Maybe you should save your thanks until you see him.”

// // //

Nauseous with both fright and excitement. Anxious as you anticipated touching him, counterbalanced with the fear of causing him further pain. Relief as you watched his chest rise and fall. Disheartened at how labored those breaths were. The emotions you felt at his sight, all but indescribable.

Considerate as you always were - even to your own detriment - it was what everyone loved about you, especially him. Knowing how defeated Hange felt, and in the wake of all the reassurance you had provided them on your walk, you knew all your comforting efforts would have been dismantled if you started to break down. Subduing yourself, you clenched fists at your sides and dug your nails into your palms. Trembling lip dipped beneath your teeth, biting down to still. Toes curled within your leather boots, stabling yourself as knees began to buckle. 

Witnessing your reunion, emotions were contagious to Hange. They artificially lifted their voice and offered instructions - a thin veil of distraction. “Well!” Hange gleamed, “He’s been out for a couple hours now, ever since Eren's… well, you know.”

That was one way to put it.

“I really have no idea when he’ll wake up, but he will.” Hange promised. “If he doesn’t get up on his own, you may have to help him. Bandages need changing in a few.”

Bandages? You had yet to notice until then. Upon entering the camp, you froze the moment you saw him. At that distance, he was just a bundle of blankets. You brought your sleeve to your eyes and wiped away the blur, and only then did you see the gauze that engulfed his face. 

Another pang of nausea. Mouth gaped to sob. You threw your forearm over it. A contrived cough to conceal your reaction, it failed. 

Behind you, Hange frowned. This time, it was their turn to cup your shoulder in their hand. In your peripheral vision, they pointed to a decorated tree stump. “When you do, make sure to clean his wounds first.” Atop the makeshift table, an even more crude construction was this mobile infirmary. Missing even the bare minimums of battlefield first-aid. More horrific than not: black thread, long needle. Thin vial of clear liquid was significantly less than full. Its alcoholic sting, you swore you could smell it from here. The thought of pouring that shit on him made your stomach flip again. 

“If you didn’t come, I was going to have to do it,” they chuckled this time, instead of severity, Hange used a lighthearted approach to comfort you, “but I’m sure he’ll be more receptive to you putting him through pain! It seems you’ve got the magic touch.”

If Levi was awake, oh - a swift ass-beating that would’ve been, but you were much more merciful, happy to share a harmony in crude humor. A moment of blissful ignorance in an ignorant, humorless world. Your smile widened to a grin and you tossed a playful shoo, “Get out of here, you.” 

You had not expected them to take you seriously. Hange smiled contentedly, turned on their heel, and strode even deeper into unexplored forest. A dramatic shift in mood as you swerved from joking to panicking, “Wait - where are - what are - where are you going?” 

Hange shrugged their shoulders, palms turned up to the sky. No slow in their pace, not even a glance back to you as they called, “Can’t save the world on no sleep!” 

As their figure grew tinier, your jaw that had fallen open gradually began to close. Their footsteps faded away, from faint to silent. Whether they eventually flopped from fatigue or continued their stride, you never found out for sure. You saw how exhausted they were, mentally and physically. At the same time, you could only imagine the pressure and responsibility they must have felt. Insomnia or collapse? Likely a coin flip. 

And just like that, the two of you were alone. 

// // //

Survivor’s guilt, you were familiar with. After this long in the Scouts, among those you knew, those who had experienced it outnumbered those who had not. You yourself had lost count of your diagnoses. 

But what the fuck was this? 

He had not died. He wouldn’t die, that’s what Hange said. You had not taken your eyes off him, not for one moment, and his breaths were as recognizable as your own. Undeniably alive, so why were you grieving? 

Perhaps it was regret. Without him there to talk you out of it, you wondered why you shouldn’t feel any and spiraled into its acupuncture. If only you had been at the right place at the right time - there were so many chances to stop it! You could have overheard any conversation about the wine and warned him: stay the hardass captain, the wine’s dangerous! More intelligence about Zeke could’ve shown you how reckless he was, and if you had communicated that to Levi, he would’ve known better than to bring thunder spears anywhere near him. Fuck, even if you had just been there! Maybe you could have thrown yourself between Levi and the explosion. Better me than him.

Your hand snapped to your head and seized a punishing pull of your hair. You knew better than to think such thoughts. Not even for your own sake, but for his: he wouldn’t want you to feel that way!

It was disrespectful to him, and let us respect the wishes of the dead. 

You fucking idiot, he’s not dead! 

Angst of this intensity, at any other time, you would scream, throw things, thrash about. But with your insomniac sound asleep beside you, you would not even allow yourself that release. All you could do was mewl silently, rip grass from the ground, and hug your knees to your pitted chest. 

That lasted a couple hours, and it may have even longer, but the chill hit you like an early winter. Goosebumps had pricked your skin, chattering teeth had become audible. And if you were cold - he must be freezing. 

Selfish. Selfish! You chastised yourself as you stood from your stone turned seat. Seemed like there was some spare wood from whatever Hange’s latest project was, you set it gently atop the fire, cringed when it collapsed with a series of clatters. You winced and checked on Levi. Still sound asleep. The last two logs, you set them on the side closest to him, simultaneously the least and most you could do to keep him warm. 

But was it?

He looked so tiny on the forest floor so vast. So lonely on that slate of tarp. The crickets began to chirp: there’s room for you, too. 

Still, you stood there debating. Weighing internally: better to lay beside him or leave him be? You did not want to wake him, for he appeared to be in a semi-comfortable peace. At the same time, each time he shivered, you felt your veins run cold with responsiblity. Not doing a very good job at the whole caretaking, significant other task. 

Nature made the choice for you. A merciless gust of wind hissed through the trees, breaking branches along the way. Acorns and twigs tumbled to the ground with the gravity of heavy hail. Icy was its howl, providing only seconds of warning before the sharp drop in temperature. Almost immediately, the captain whimpered himself awake and bunched the blanket to his body. Even faster, your sprint to his side. 

Like a survivor to a raft, a plant to spring rain, that was how you clutched him. “Levi…” you soothed, “Levi, it’s me.”

Trying to open his eyes, eye, induced a splitting headache. Thankfully, his hearing had recovered from the piercing explosion and was able to recognize: it was you. Throat scathed dry, Levi failed to summon a response. The apple of his neck twitched in his attempt at a swallow. Water. 

In the pocket of your cape, a full canteen, “Thirsty?”

A subtle nod was all he could muster. Mouth sealed off, streaks of red tainted the white gauze, you supposed it was time. Time to strip off his bandages, to see him again, to learn what had happened. 

Hange had debriefed you. There was no need to ask. His pupil was a lens through which you could see it all. The disbelief still raw, the disappointment in himself, the trauma glazed over. Curiosity screamed within you, longing to know everything from the tiniest details to the major events. Louder, though, was your urge to tend to him - and you knew that an interrogation was not the right remedy. 

There was something more subtle, and perhaps even more telling than words.

“Levi, let me see.”

Hesitation.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

Normally, he would slip in a snide remark. His own take on a joke. Tonight, it wasn’t there. 

But you were right, it was time. He felt disgusting. Gauze glued to his face - blood and sweat - the neat freak squirmed. The cool air of a wilderness night and spring water down his throat sounded most refreshing. 

Refreshing - like the new perspective you would have of him. Levi had not seen himself yet, but based on the immense pain he felt, his face of all places, he knew it couldn’t be pretty. In that way, perhaps it would have been easier if it was Hange. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him, but you were the only exception. You alone could scare him, the fear of how you would react to your lover turned monster. 

Slowly, you reached to your hip and unsheathed your dagger. Trustworthy eye contact silently conveyed that you would cut him free. Levi answered with a slow blink, an attempt at a smile, an attempt that was quickly retracted by his newly irritated nerves. They screamed at him for it, he subdued them by digging his nails - all eight of them - into his palms. With a mere fraction of his face visible, your ever stoic Levi looked even more so. His mouth completely covered, you misread his response. Your first hint towards a long road of recovery ahead, your relationship forever altered.

You crawled behind him and aligned your arm with his spine, “Can you sit up for me?” Like a true combat nurse, you did not wait for an answer before getting to work. Slow but sturdy, you lifted him just enough so that you could get to his nape. Though your care was tender, his reaction was harsh: sharp hisses and exasperated groans. It saddened you, how these strained grunts no longer frightened you - you had heard so much worse from both him and others. 

At the tail of his undercut, you pinched Hange’s knot and lifted the ties from his scalp. An inch of space, you slipped the point of your blade between them. New breeze on his most sensitive spot, knife at the back of his neck, Levi shuddered in your arms. 

“Don’t worry,” you rubbed your palm against his shoulder, “I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.” I won’t let you get hurt anymore. 

One swift swipe! You slit the gauze, almost like pulling a zipper. Hand on his thigh, you pivoted to his front. Left hand was both hasty and soft, pulling the wrapping from the top of his head all the way past his chin. 

The mask was off. 

With his face now unveiled, you withdrew a handful of inches. A habitual up and down to evaluate his state, just like he trained you. 

The irises that snared you, there was now only one of them. Fresh stitches. Unforgiving black pierced his ivory skin. Crimson blood between the threads. A red so raw, you knew it was never meant to be seen. 

Your throat tightened, the words retched out. “It’s not -” you swallowed, “- that bad…”

A bad liar, you always were. Adorable at other times, gut-wrenching now. You had totally frozen, and all he could do was blink helplessly in wait for you to accept him. In those few seconds, voices in his head made a thousand comparisons. Uglier than a titan. More jarring than a corpse. All the shit you’ve seen, and you’ve never reacted like this. As your eyes glassed over, his reflection became even clearer to himself, confirmed his fears: hideous, he was hideous. 

Even though you stared, you gawked, he could not blame you. In fact, blaming you was his furthest thought, far beyond his first: blaming himself.

“I’m sorry.” Levi whispered. “I’m sorry.”

No. I’m sorry. Again, you ran through all the ways you could have prevented this. If only you had spied better. If only you had been there! He had absolutely nothing to be sorry for.

“I really…” Levi sniffed, his voice raspy, “I screwed up.” A single, silent tear rolled down his cheek. Then another, and another. “...stupid, fucking stupid.”

Seeing him cry always made you do the same. This time, though, your typical techniques left you. This Levi was unrecognizable, not just his physicality, but his personality as well. Even after the bloodiest expeditions, you had never seen such defeat in him before. 

Levi barred his teeth, blood had pooled in his lower lip and leveled with the rim. As tears spilled into open wounds, stinging relentlessly, he did not even flinch, for he felt he deserved it. Not just because he had put himself in that lethal situation, but because he had killed his former self - the only version of him anyone had ever loved - your soulmate.

“Levi…” your fingers ran down his chest, extra delicate this time. Beneath your touch - its insinuation familiar - his heart fluttered, “you deserve to feel good.”

Despite your kindling fire, Levi remained cold at your contact and stayed startlingly still. He couldn’t even meet your eye contact, instead, choosing to stare straight down at your knees, as if needing to absorb and accept that you were actually knelt before him. 

His words wavered, but his voice was a constant low. Hardly audible. Deeply depressed. “You… still want me?” 

Instant, unfathomable heartbreak. Chills, widened eyes, and a ringing in your ears, disbelief at what you had just heard. Against his chest, your fingertips dwindled. Overwhelmed with pity, nevertheless, he still could not bear a glance towards you. 

“Levi,” you cupped his cheek, beckoning his gaze. Tilting your head, a smile both teasing and kindred, “don’t tell me you’ve got amnesia, too?”

He scowled - halfway between too soon and smitten admiration. Only you would dare test him at a time like this. 

“Cause it seems you’re forgetting all we’ve been through already.” 

In each other’s eyes, everything came flooding back. The death of his squad and the months of ensuing grief. The broken leg that held him back from the tower, Eren’s capture, and the rescue mission - the one that costed Erwin’s arm and many more their lives. The return to Shiganshina, even fewer - including the late commander - returned from. Tremendous weights both physical and emotional, you had always been there to shoulder them with him. This was just another one of those spells, and you were a veteran by this point. 

“Prim and proper without any problems… that’s not the you I’m used to.” Curled knuckles tucked stray locks neatly behind his ear. Nails scratched the cusp on the way, summoning shivers from the man beneath you. 

You took his hands in yours. Fingers intertwined, two were notably missing. No matter, you concentrated, determined to hide your adjustment to this new hold. 

“What I am used to, though, is the way you’ll recover - even stronger than before.” You tugged his hand to your lips and spoke gently, confidently against them, “You always have.”

Levi shook his head and grit through clenched teeth, “I don’t know if I’m coming back from this one, sweetheart.”

Indeed, the path forward was hard to see. His body had been torn to true shreds. The Ackerman bloodline was gifted, but they were human. Regeneration of his sight and his grasp were impossible. Humanity’s strongest soldier had been knocked down a permanent rung. 

Suddenly, you feared that the superlative title had done him more harm than good. Love was not something you measured, and his combat abilities meant nothing to you, least of all now. Who said he had to climb that particular ladder? Why must he be a Scout first and person second? Levi had embodied the hope of humanity - and you could not blame the population for placing their faith in him. However, you were not just another member of the population. And to you, Levi was far more than his labels. Foremost, he was alive and he was yours. 

He’s alive! He’s yours!

“For fuck’s sake, Levi…” tears fell, your smile rose, the words tumbled out, “all you have to do is breathe and that’s already enough.” Tenderly, you hooked your fingers over the seam of his blanket and tugged down. Shamelessly, your gaze swallowed him, relishing in his flushed chest and its heightened pulse, “and look at you, you’re already doing that.”

The end of the world, nearly the end of his life, but your tears were what broke him.

It started with a couple shakes of his head. Matted bangs fell over his features, but the shaking of his body and his crackling voice revealed all. Levi pulled his hand from your grasp and clutched his wrinkled forehead. Thumb ground his temple, a coping technique from childhood. A few deep breaths, after then, rattled and shaky: the telltale start to his breakdowns. 

Salted tears poured into his split lip. On instinct, your thumb seeped into his mouth, replacing the burn with your sweet taste. God, how he needed it. 

He needed it. He needed it. A painkiller, but not a pill. Warmth, but not a blanket. To be loved, adored, and made to feel useful, no matter what it was he could do. He could hardly talk, could not even sip water on his own. But there was one thing you knew he could do, one thing that would lift his spirits, if only the length of an endorphin release.

A smile both sweet and seductive, innocent and intimate. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m gonna make you feel good.” One hand on his stiffening lap. One hand on his cheek. “And I’ll show you that you can still do both.”

// // //

It was not the same, and you would not pretend that it was. Not worse, just different. Even better in some ways. 

Inexplicably adorable. Learning to work with his left hand, he would lift his right hand to your buttons only to halt halfway and switch to the other. Pure, flustered concentration as he learned to communicate with his non-dominant hand, the most intimate practice possible. In the glaze of moonlight, his red blush radiated. Internally, he cursed the buttons and belts of the Scout uniform. Externally, he released exasperated sighs and frustrated moans. Undressing you used to take seconds, but after many minutes, your shirt was only halfway undone. Despite his mental irritation, it seemed neither of you truly minded: your arousal stirred with anticipation, his pupils dilated as he savored every second - every inch of your skin. Sex taking longer, who would complain about that? 

Extra weak. Each of his movements was accompanied by shakes, emphasizing the efforts he put into making love to you. Twitches in his reawakening muscles kept his touch active, keeping things exciting. His vice grips of your skin had melted to grazes and dances. His squeezes no longer cut off your circulation, but coerced blood into every capillary. Entirely conscious, desperately yearning for more. You realized: it was not his strength that overcame you, but the craving that faint touch incited. Exerted grunts and curses under his breath were melody to the hum of mosquitoes and crackle of campfire. The most surprising setting to be spicing up your sex life. 

Hyper-sensitive. The strain embedded in every motion had unraveled him quickly. And then there was you. Licking his wounds, tracing your tongue along his scars, you had thrown him off the tightrope balance of pain and pleasure, leaving him to scream in freefall. Teeth grazed his jawline, drawing screeches that felt sinful to listen to, but that didn’t stop you. Lips on his navel drew back-breaking arches of his spine. Acute and uncontrollable rolls of his hips. Touch-starved. Love-deprived. The feeling of unworthiness made every bit of affection that much more treasured. Every touch, a lightning bolt. Each wake, a calm. Mini orgasms wherever, whenever you felt him. 

So conscious of his body, of his injuries, your diligent attention revealed perfections you never noticed before. Tendons in his arms cast contrasting shadows over his skin, they flexed with every sensation he felt and every one he provided. 

You had always assumed it was the color of his eyes that was so magnificent, and indeed it was a lovely shade, but it was his angular brows and straight lashes that highlighted them so beautifully. 

New appreciation for his muscles - not just eye candy, not just strength - but their persistence and importance in keeping him alive. Across his abdomen, seamless symmetry, pair after pair of ridges. Overstimulated sweat covered and complimented every curve, his own spotlight. 

Your goal was to kiss every inch of him, make love to every inch of him. Lips curled to meet his crevices, leaving saliva and praise all throughout your path. “You’re perfect, Levi.” Again, you were crying. Tears dripped to his skin, medicine. “Perfect.”

Having danced with death, Levi was also experiencing a new infatuation with you. After hours of seeing nothing but black, your body was a constellation to explore. He had lost some digits, but two were enough to run his fingers through your hair. Smooth skin invited his hands to savor you, further welcoming with your singing nerves and satisfied sighs. Likewise, after hearing nothing but silence, your whines and whispers moved mountains within him. When he felt so broken, so useless, you managed to lift him up. You tugged him free from his constraints and marveled at his livelihood. Long and admiring was your stare at his erection, forcing him to acknowledge the proof that one thing still worked. 

Labored was his attempt to sit up, to take hold of you, but you placed your palms to his pecs and pushed down, “Levi, it’s okay.” Leaning over, your breast met his chest as your lips fell beside his ear, drawing shudders as you cooed, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Mindfully, you reversed the roles: using him as a crutch, signaling his worth and aid to you. By your hold on his shoulders, you sturdied yourself as you lowered your sex down onto his lap. You were ready. Your bodies were ready. Anticipation clearly coated his cock from tip to base. Your folds yearned to be filled, drooling onto your thighs with hunger. 

The back of your hand grazed his forehead, brushing his bangs - slick with sweat - aside. Unbroken eye contact. Unbroken vows: to love each other in sickness and in health. You smiled, he nodded. You inhaled deeply. He exhaled shakily. Lowering yourself down, he pushed himself up as much as he could. Enveloping him. Within you. Together at last. 

In that moment, the separation nearly felt worth it. In the sea of your love, a current of sympathetic sadism. The strife of his injuries had strung him to his last wit, making the second he entered you that much more intense. Levi strained beneath you, immaculate curses fallen past his cracked lips. Bringing Levi to tears and to the brink of bliss, you were certain there was no bigger confidence boost, no greater incentive to fuck him with all you had.

But then, when you did, you realized the true motive: how he made you feel. 

Face scrunched with each rise and fall, fingernails threatened to pierce his skin. Clutching him, you stumbled through your words - breaks between your repetitions. “It - It feels… You feel…” 

Levi swore his heart could have exploded with tension over what you were going to say, that was until you uttered the words that made his heart stop, “so fucking good.”

On his face, relief. Within your walls, elation. “Y-Yeah?” Levi moaned, a combination of clarification and pleasure. “F’Feels… good?”

“Oh yes, baby…” So good, you couldn’t stop. So good, you lost yourself. His passion so lively, so blinding, you nearly forgot about his critical condition. Rolled back eyes snapped open, checking on him. You nearly halted your pace and panicked, “You doing okay?”

Canines bit his lip, but its sting was washed away in your presence, captivating. Squinted eyes, narrowed brows, Levi threw his hand over his mouth and muffled himself, nodding instead.

You smirked, too cute for his own good, that was how you usually reacted. Tonight, though, after all the loathing and depreciation you had both witnessed and felt, your vision was swayed. Lightly but deliberately, you pinched his wrist and lifted it above his head. “No need to hide, darling.” Tongue pried his lips open. “Let me see you. Let me hear you.”

Levi managed just a sliver, but that shred of his silver gaze was enough. “I - I’m f’fine!” He stressed. “I… promise.” 

You lowered one brow in dubious concern, but he insisted breathlessly. “Please…” he whimpered, “Please keep going!” 

Finally, you rolled your head back and sighed, he asked you for something. Something you could provide. Something you could fix for your lover so broken. With this goal in reach, you shared his desire for utility. Sex was survival, evolutionary, feral. The only thing that could make you fuck a patient senseless. The only thing that could make him forget his failures. The only thing that would heal both of you.

Oh, how he needed it. So hard against your soft insides. A length that reached for the stars. Warm passion mortared with yours, inciting smacks and screams that echoed for the voyeuristic pines. 

“P-Please…” Levi begged. Let me cum. Don’t leave me. Stay mine forever. He yearned to say everything, but with your tidaling sensation and his fogged mind, the most he could manage was just the one word. Louder and louder, “Please, (Y/N)...” until his own climax cut him off, “P-Plea - hah’Ahh!!”

Steep and rapid thrusts, you were made speechless - not only by the pleasure they brought within you, but by how impressive they were. So much about him had changed, and he had every reason to be lethargic, but the power he demonstrated had not faded. Your heart sang with admiration, humanity’s strongest for a reason. 

You hummed, unabashedly drinking up the symptoms of his release. Well familiar with his display, your hips knew just how to match the rhythm of his convulsions. Eventually, they slowed. Eventually, he was able to open his eye again. You saw his panic, the embarrassment, having finished first. When his seed hit your furthest depths and you seized around him, though, it was wordlessly communicated: he had no regrets, nothing to be sorry for, for his climax was what brought you to yours. 

Well, wordless in a sense. Your incoherent cries and broken syllables were of no lexicon, but a language he was fluent in. Eight fingers clutched your back, helping you through your last few rhythms, “Come on. Come on, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck!” You reveled. You were the luckiest person in the world. Even before the pillowtalk, in the midst of your orgasm, you could already see: no one else would mute their stinging nerves just to make you feel a bit better, no one else would prioritize your happiness over their own, no one else would share your tears in the same night they shared your bed. In this dying world, there was only one man alive who would love you as you did him. And he was yours.

All yours. 

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[aotslj]

Imagine Riding Levi

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader

Synopsis: you ride Levi. thats literally it

CW: no plot just porn, established relationship, explicit smut, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, slight size kink, marking (hickeys), overstimulation, mentions of safe word (no use of safe word), BREEDING, brief cockwarming, LEVI BEING A SWEETIE AND KING OF AFTERCARE

Word count: 1300+

AN: this was meant to be a super short imagine, but I got carried away and now we have a thousand words of straight smut to read! yay! but seriously, imagine riding Levi... this is so self indulgent

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Imagine riding your boyfriend Levi for the first time. You’ve always been on the bottom so when you lower yourself onto his cock in this new position, it feels like he’s splitting you open. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, with whimpers being let out right by his ear as you adjust to his size. He’s so girthy and long that it feels like the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix.

“You alright?” Levi asks quietly.

You blink back the tears pricking your eyes from the intense feeling of him being inside of you.

“Yes...,” you mumble quietly, “I just need a minute”

You lifted your face a little to attach your lips to his jawline and neck, leaving multiple bruises along his pale skin. The pink and purple complemented his complexion perfectly. And you’d get to show everyone he’s yours when leave your guys’ apartment. He’d never get tired of your lips on his skin, your kiss marks on him 24/7.

Levi’s cock twitches from the tight clenching of your walls.

When the slight burn from the stretch fades away, you brace your knees a bit better on the sides of Levi, and slowly lift yourself up, only to slowly lower yourself back down. A low and quiet groan comes from Levi and a shaky breath leaves you as you feel the pleasure stemming from where he’s buried within you. It’s like you can feel every vein, every ridge, and every inch of his length inside you.

You start moving up and down faster and there’s a bubbling feeling forming. You’ve always been sensitive and quick to cum but this takes the cake.

“L-Levi... feels so good,” you moan out, “so fucking big.”

“Shit.. tight as hell,” Levi mutters to you.

You were so fucking wet, it was dripping down Levi’s cock, to his balls and your slick painted the inner parts of yours and his thighs. The scent of sex filled the room entirely, consuming you and Levi together.

One of Levi’s hands was on your waist and the other tweaked your nipples. You’re moans were a melody to him. You raise your head and crash your lips onto Levi’s. He tastes of mint and the tea he loves to drink. You think it’s black tea he had earlier. Levi can taste the peach gummy rings you were eating earlier and your slightly pink tinted lipgloss smears on his lips. He looks absolutely gorgeous with some of his raven hair strands out of place from your hands messing with it, a slight blush on his porcelain skin, and a thin sheen of sweat on him from the pleasure you give him.

That coil in your cunt is getting bigger and bigger with each thrust back onto Levi’s cock. He was twitching inside of you, feeling the walls of your pussy getting tighter around him. He knew you were close. He was getting close as well but he was holding back.

“I can feel you clenching. Be a good girl and cum for me,” He knew the sound of his voice was one your biggest weaknesses, and he knew just what to say to get you all hot and soaked.

You moan and whimper as a little bit sweat slicks your brow.

“S-so close lev’... gonna cum.”

Levi’s arm wraps around your waist holding you to him and his other hand finds its way to your cunt, thumb reaching out to rub fast but gentle circles on your clit.

Not even 5 seconds later you cum hard.

You immediately went to lift yourself off of his cock to give yourself a break, but the arm around your waist tightened so you couldn’t lift off and the thumb on your clit slowed down ever so slightly, but never stopped moving.

“Levi!” You nearly screamed from how intense this feeling was. “Too much, too much’,”

“Give me one more.”

“I-I can’t” you’re cunt wouldn’t stop spasming around him from the sensitivity. Overstimulation hitting you. Levi almost came from you squeezing him so hard.

He wouldn’t push you if thought you couldn’t handle it. He just wanted you to cum one more time before he came.

“Yes you can, and you will” he looked you in the eye and said, “remember the word”

You both had a safe word in case either of you couldn’t handle anything. But you didn’t want to stop.

You breathed heavily, “Don’t need it”

Levi had started to bounce you while thrusting upwards at the same time. His dick was pressing right into that spongey spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

The slight pain from the overstimulation quickly turned to intense pleasure. You felt the second coil forming and it was forming fast. The moans that left you were obscene and you couldn’t hold them back even if you tried. His thumb sped up, making you get even closer to orgasming on his cock.

The second ball of pleasure within you burst, and you keeled over as your eyes rolled to back of your head.

Levi seared into his mind your beautiful face as you came while pushing your head to meet his lips. He swallowed any sound you made while continuing to thrust into you. Seeking his own orgasm. He was already close, so not long after you came he was about to as well.

“Where do you wa-“

“Inside.”

That did it. He came with few groans of your name, the second that word left your luscious lips. You felt the spurt of his hot cum inside of you. Painting your walls white. It made you shudder with delight. You’re walls weakly throbbing around him as his cock throbs inside of you.

You stayed like that. Keeping Levi warm inside you, catching your breath and feeling that intense pleasure ebb away.

After a few minutes you lifted yourself off Levi (with his help), feeling him eye the drips of his cum down your thighs, and you literally flopped on your back beside him, exhausted.

“I’ll be right back” Levi said as he kissed your lips then your temple and left the bedroom.

He came back a minute later with a bottle of water, and a warm and soft wash rag. He wiped you down, cleaning his and your cum off of you, gently, as to not arouse you again. He opened the bottle of water and you took a few sips from it, then he did after you.

Levi kissed you again and said, “I’ll run you a bath.”

You could hear the water running from the bathroom, Levi no doubt making the water extra warm, putting in some gentle soap, getting towels and one of his shirts that you love to wear, and lastly a pair of panties for you.

When he came back he knew that your legs would be weak. So he just carried you to the bath and gently put you in.

While you soaked, he went to change the bedsheets that for sure had some of yours and his arousal on it.

When he returned he washed you up, you got dried and clothed, and you stumbled your way holding onto him to your bed.

He told you he was going to wash up and he’ll be back.

You were absolutely fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you. Determined to stay awake so you can kiss Levi goodnight. And just before you fell asleep, you heard the bedroom door open.

Levi crawled into bed next you, laying on his back. You snuggled up to him, his arm wrapping around you, and listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat, you almost fell asleep. But not before you laid a gentle kiss on his lips and said,

“G’night Levi. I love you”

He had the faintest of smiles gracing his face, kissing the top of your hair, and said back,

“I love you too, goodnight brat ”

Yeah... you’re definitely gonna ride him again.

[aotslj]

Nothing’s Fair in Love and War

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Word Count: 7.2K

Warnings: SHIT. IS. SAD. YO.

A/N: this broke me. request from @swirrley but i didn’t wanna spoil it with the ask so i’ll answer that separately. i hope this is what you had in mind ^-^

“So that’s it? We just… commit genocide and walk away? Hange that’s… that’s not how we do things. We’re the Scouts. We– we don’t just… kill people! That blast from Armin… it’ll snuff out hundreds of innocent lives. I know this is what Eren said but… are we really going to go through with this? How does this justify anything? How can we call ourselves any better than them if we’re just going to do the exact same thing they’ve done to us?!” You couldn’t help it. After receiving the note from Eren that night, explaining his situation, his plan, his goals, Hange had called a meeting with you, Onyokapon, Levi, Yelena and Armin the day you’d returned to Paradis. You had sat in silence, anxiously bouncing your leg, picking at your cuticles to the point the tips of your fingers were now dusted with crimson. It was only when Levi placed a subtle hand on your leg did you realise you’d even slipped back into these old habits. Only when he brushed his thumb over your knuckles did you notice the steady trickle of blood where you’d picked at your thumb just a bit too much. You threw him a grateful glance out the corner of your eye, before speaking your mind. 

Hange sighed heavily, the weight of their new position had dug into their shoulders as of late, and you knew you weren’t helping by opposing their decision but… they couldn’t truly think this was the right course of action. Declaring war first, taking out the military port of Liberio, not to mention declaring war in the goddamn internment zone. That’s what made no sense. Those people were Eldians, like you were. If you wanted them on your side, murdering the majority of them wasn’t the right way to go about it. Hange had to know that. 

“But if they take the Founder, we have nothing left. Think of this logically–”

“How is opposing the flat out murder of hundreds of people illogical?”

“There’s no easy way out of this. Eren has demands and has left us clear instructions. It’s Zeke’s intentions I don’t trust. Monkey bastard can’t just change sides like that. Whether he’s using Eren or Eren’s using him, I don’t care. He makes a wrong move, I’ll cut him to pieces.” Levi didn’t even raise his gaze as he all but spat out his opinion. You knew where he was, and present in this room wasn’t it. He was back at Shiganshina, decimating a line of titans to get to the Beast. Watching his friends and comrades sacrifice themselves all for him to ultimately fail in his task. You knew that day haunted him. You knew it always will. It was your turn to squeeze, bringing him back with a subtle head tilt. 

‘Okay?’

‘Okay.’

“Watch your tone when talking about him. We’re only here because of Zeke’s efforts. You might want to show some gratitude.” It was the only time you saw Yelena show anything other than smug indifference, was when she was defending her fucking monkey god. Levi shot her a look that simply told her to shut the fuck up. Surprisingly, she actually listened. 

Armin let out a breath, looking at the tension between Levi and Yelena, before turning back to you. He seemed to be Hange’s voice at the moment. You knew, whenever Hange gave up the mantle, it would be passed down to him. It had to be. Nobody else could do what Armin was doing right now. “It’s not ideal… but what choice do we have? If Marley gains possession of both the Attack and Founding titan, we’re all as good as dead. Think about it, this is the only way forward. If we don’t do this, Eren’s stuck, and we’ve lost. You heard them, it’s not even Eldia they have a problem with. It’s just us. The island devils.” 

You hated that he was right. Hated that you now had to destroy the very town you’d just visited. The first place everyone had seen outside the walls. The first place everyone had been to, outside the walls. Those colourful stalls, those tall buildings, the festival bunting… it would all be flattened and charred. You’d done a lot as a Scout. You all had. But this… this turned your stomach. You didn’t know how Armin did it. How he was able to make such choices so easily. Though it might have had something to do with how he looked up to Erwin so much. That made sense. 

You grit your teeth, letting the rest of the discussion fade away as you allow yourself to be consumed by your thoughts. And glancing to his left, Levi noticed you’d zoned out, much how he had a minute ago. You were tired. You all were. He could see the deep purple rings beneath your eyes, the fight in your spirit had been repeatedly beaten until it was nothing more than a will to survive. He predicted your movement before you’d even stood up, muttering something to Hange before you left the war room, quietly closing the door behind you. The others continued after you’d left, but one look from Hange and Levi knew he was excused. They wanted him to go after you as much as he did. “We probably won’t be back,” he murmured lowly, folding his jacket over his arm. Hange nodded again, and a pang of empathy echoed through his heart. Levi landed a hand on their shoulder. “We’ll follow you, you know that. She’ll come around, just give her some time,”

“We don’t have time, Levi. The one thing we don’t have is time.” he’d never seen them look more morose, but found no blame to pin on them. He too could feel the exhausted tensions of the Scout regiment ever since they’d lost Eren. It was suffocating. With no further words to exchange, Levi too left the war room, knowing exactly where you’d be. 

You knew exactly who’d found you before Levi had even announced his presence. “I’m fine, ‘Vi. I just needed to breathe for a moment.” It was a piss poor excuse, one Levi evidently saw right through as he continued to approach you. The rooftop wall was the perfect height to rest your elbows on and lean against the cool bricks, your head tilted back to track the moon’s orbit across the partly cloudy sky. Levi never felt the need to say anything in these moments, he knew you would talk to him if you needed to. 

Despite being with you for a good few years now, his heart never failed to thunder in his chest when you were near, especially when you rested your head on his shoulder as he leaned his own elbows on the brick, mirroring your stance. He knew you were troubled. A swift glance at your face told him that. But he kept his silence, content to wait for you.

“Are we really going to do this?” Levi raised a brow of ‘elaborate’ as you brought your head back off his shoulder. He immediately felt the chill of your absence. “I mean, we were there two minutes ago. We were there, walking down its streets, watching Hange try to feed carrots to a car, trying to pry Sasha away from ice-cream. And we’re just… going to burn it,” he knew your point. The enemy was no longer faceless. You now knew who you were fighting. What you were fighting. It’s easier to kill titans because they’re no longer people but, now you were about to commit several war crimes against a race you’d actually interacted with. Interacted with its people, who seemed as normal as all of you. They were no longer monsters. Just people trying to survive. It sounded sickeningly familiar. “It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all.”

Levi sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. “You heard what the kid said. We don’t have much of a choice. It’s either them or us now.” You huffed a small laugh, looking down at your entwined hands, watching how his thumb moved across the back of yours.

“He’s nineteen, Levi. Not exactly a kid anymore. They stopped being kids the moment they saw a titan, let alone make the decision to go to war on another country. Much more than either of us had accomplished by that age.” Levi raised another, slyer brow to you, silently asking you to question that statement. “Alright fine, much more than I had accomplished by that age, then.” you nudged him with your elbow in tired playfulness, but not even this had your usual mischief. It broke him to see you like this. 

Straightening up from the wall, Levi regarded you for a second, before taking your arm and guiding it to wrap around his torso, a silent prompt you’d grown to love whenever he wanted to feel you close to him and hold you against his heart. You closed your eyes, nestling your nose just below his jaw, gripping the tan leather jacket at his back and inhaling the scent of home. His hand on the back of your head sent a warm shiver down your spine, his other arm securing you in his hold around your waist. 

The resulting effect was almost instant, the familiar comfort taking the weight off your chest, letting you actually breathe for the first time since you’d left Marley. The soft domesticity finally putting you at ease in the bubble of security he’d created for you. 

“How are you always so warm?” you asked quietly against his neck, your lips just lightly brushing his Adam’s apple. A resulting tightening of his arms around your middle set your heart ablaze, a small, content smile pulling at your lips as you basked in his embrace. Levi felt your shift from tense apprehension to instant comfort. He never thought it possible that he could have this kind of effect on someone. Never even considered the possibility of being able to provide this kind of comfort with no words needed. But you always had your ways to surprise him.

It’s part of the reason he loved you so damn much.

“It’s all the self contained rage. Took every fibre of my self control not to break that woman’s stupid neck.” he loved your laugh. You soft little bubbles of amusement. The first time he heard it he couldn’t stop staring at you, completely lost in your expression. You didn’t even know how beautiful you were. He wasn’t great with words, but he happily reminded you every single time you forgot, with the gentlest of kisses to your forehead. 

“You always were the calmer out the two of us. Doesn’t surprise me that it’s all in here,” you shifted your head out from beneath his jaw, tapping the side of his temple with your middle finger. Levi’s hand shifted from the back of your head to the side of your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone. There was always something in the way he looked at you. At the start, it was something Hange had to loudly point out to you before you actually noticed. It was soft. So, so damn soft. Like he was looking at the personification of his own soul. There was something reflected in who you were that sang to him, soothing the spiteful thoughts of self-hatred in his mind. Without meaning to, you’d become his rock. His anchor. His everything. Nothing mattered as long as you were alright. Nothing mastered as long as you were by his side, soothing the skeletons in his closet. 

Your heart skipped a beat at the small smile of content on his face, before he wordlessly tilted your head up and brushed your lips with a featherlight kiss, just to feel the softness of your skin on his own. And you were immediately lost in the vast well of his adoration, willingly drowning yourself. Your arms slipped from around his torso to rest around his neck, pulling him closer onto your mouth, your lips moving languidly with his, his arm keeping you tight against his chest, your heartbeats synchronising with each stroke of your tongue. 

And, despite the oncoming storm, you don’t think you’d ever been this happy. “Fuck the meeting,” you murmured onto his lips, your patience for politics dwindling with each second you spent wrapped up in his arms. 

“Fuck the meeting.” He agreed, pulling back from you a fraction to look into your eyes, his own method of making sure you were alright. Levi had learnt how to read your eyes over the years, how they were quite literally windows into your soul. Murky, mudded, blurry windows, sure, but they had to be. You wouldn’t have made it this far if everyone could read you as well as he could. But this also meant he could see right through any façades. Any acts you performed for the sake of your comrades never worked on him, and right now, he could see how utterly exhausted you were. Exhausted of the meetings, the politics, the endless fighting. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tired too. Fuck, he was tired. But he was used to fighting tired. His Underground memories were hazy at best, but he knew he spent every second fighting. And though you were stronger than most, even you had a breaking point. “Sleep?”

You never thought a single word could bring you so much joy. You borderline slouched into his chest, his shirt rubbing against your cheek as you nodded with a breathy “Yeah, sleep.” 

Levi tilted your head up again with a hooked finger grazing the bottom of you chin, dipping to brush a featherlight kiss to your lips, before twining his hand in with yours, you leaning into him as you both headed back to the barracks. 

“Ah shit,”

You poked your head out the doorway to your bathroom, droplets of water falling from the ends of your wet hair, raising a brow at your man standing over his desk, hands on his hips, staring as if disappointed in the top drawer. 

“Ah shit?” You queried, briefly wrapping a towel around your hair and torso before joining him at the desk. 

“We’re out of chamomile. Black will have to do,” you couldn’t help but find his dejected tone quite sweet. You knew black tea was his personal favourite, but the way he was so heartbroken over not having your personal favourite evening drink simply melted you. 

You laughed gently, stepping up behind him to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your chin on his broad shoulder. You loved how this particular v-neck fit him, dipping low enough to show his defined collarbones, but it was a loose, comfy fit. It made him look that combination of sweet spice you loved. 

“Or, and I know this may sound shocking but hear me out, we don’t have a cup of tea tonight,” You peered at him through the corner of your eye, already hearing the scoff of disgust you knew was coming. 

And sure enough, Levi didn’t disappoint. “A crime of the worst kind. I’ll go harass Four Eyes, surely they’ll have some of that fancy shit left over from Liberio,”

“But you didn’t like that fancy shit, you said it tasted like toilet water…. Which begs me to ask—“

“I said I didn’t like the fancy black shit. The chamomile was fine. And no, freak, I’ve never had a drink from a fucking toilet and the fact you even felt the need to ask actively disgusts me.” You giggled madly into his neck at the faux irritation and nickname, his audible smile warming your heart as you tighten your arms around him, just as he went to move away. “No, you’ve lost hugging privileges for being so vile. Go be disgusting somewhere else.” You released him after pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, one he returned when he swivelled round and pressed his lips to your forehead in fleeting gratitude. 

“Be nice to them, ‘Vi, they’ve had a rough few days.” You knew he’d already noticed Hange’s lack of enthusiasm recently, but there was never any harm in reminding him from time to time. With his nod of confirmation, you left Levi to procure tonight’s tea whilst you dried your hair with the towel and changed into a pair of soft, baggy sleep shorts and one of his v-neck tees. You always felt cosier in his clothing. 

Now propped up against the headboard, a faded fabric bound book clasped in your hands, you indulged in an old fairytale whilst you waited for Levi’s return, though the words on the page were barely sinking in. Something about a prince selling his soul to save the one he loved, you’d gathered that much, but your mind kept wandering to the mission in a few weeks. Heading back to Liberio would have otherwise been an exciting idea, if only you weren’t there to destroy the place. 

It still rubbed you wrong. 

“Knock knock.” You placed your book down on your lap, laughing a quick “come in” before Levi pushed the door open with his back, slid inside, and nudged it closed with his foot. 

“Did you just knock on your own door? Verbally?” It wasn’t that you needed confirmation that what just happened really did just happen. It was more that you were fishing for an explanation, still having to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. 

“I didn’t know if you were decent,” Levi looked at you as if it were the most obvious answer in the world, placing the teacup and saucer on the nightstand with a soft clink. “You could have been changing,”

“We’ve been together for six years… you’ve seen every inch of me.” There was something about his respectful chivalry that made your heart flutter. Plenty of men in the Scouts wouldn’t even consider something like that, especially after six years together. 

Levi simply shrugged, knowing you needed no further elaboration as he took up his space next to you, lifting his arm on instinct to allow you to lean up against him. You looped your fingers through the handle of the teacup, before assuming your position into his side, his arm draping over you. 

“Whatcha reading?”

“A book.” You refuse to look at Levi’s flat, unamused state, choosing instead to idly run your finger over the rim of the cup, fighting tooth and nail to keep your smirk from your face. 

“What kind of book? Idiot.” You lost your battle with your expression, muscles crumbling into a cheeky smile. 

“A fairytale, I think.”

“You think?”

“Honestly I have no idea what’s going on. I think the protagonist has just found out he has to sacrifice himself to save his lover but that’s as far as my understanding goes.” You pressed further into him, Levi threading his loose arm around your waist in response as you fell into a thoughtful silence, simultaneously raising your respective cups to your lips, savouring the flavour of chamomile on your tongue. You’d bought these leaves in the very same city you were going to destroy. It seemed ironic, in a way. 

“I’d do that for you.” Levi broke the silence with his gentle confession. Well, it was less of a confession since you were already aware of the lengths he’s gone to, just to keep you safe. 

“Yeah?”

“You know I would,” 

You hummed a response. “Yeah. I do.” —you paused, taking another long sip of your tea— “I’d do that for you too. I’d do that for a few people, actually,”

Levi’s hold on you tightened, a subconscious protective instinct. “Mm? Who else?”

“Our squad. I’d sacrifice myself to save any of those kids,” now that was a confession. Levi knew you adored the 104th kids, and he knew they all looked up to you like some kind of surrogate older sister -he didn’t like the idea of any of them seeing you as a mother figure, because that representation for him was just too much- but he didn’t know the lengths you’d go through to protect them. 

“Please, do not kill yourself protecting Connie for fuck sakes.” You barked a laugh, having to transfer your teacup to your other hand to stop the contents from spilling over. 

“What’s wrong with Connie??” 

“He’s an idiot.”

“You love them really.” Levi had no comeback to that, because he knew you were right. And you also knew you were right, which meant there was no way he could win that argument. Another blanket of silence draped over the two of you, another thoughtful spell broken once again by Levi’s quiet murmur. 

“Was… was this my fault?” The guilt in his voice choked you, and you had to close your eyes against the pain. You knew exactly what he meant. Because it had been plaguing your mind too, ever since his disappearance. 

“Eren’s… I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going through his head. He’s always been combative but— none of us thought he’d go this far.” You sat up, placing your drained teacup back on the saucer, and turned to face him. “But no. This wasn’t your fault, Vi. I know you see yourself as a—“ you paused, unsure how to phrase this as he searched your face, “guardian, for him, but you cannot blame yourself for this. For any of this.” You sat on your knees, taking his face in your hands, trying to smooth away the desperate search for reassurance in his eyes. “I found myself thinking the same. Did I somehow fuck something up when talking to him, or did I miss some glaringly obvious problem? Was this my fault somehow,”

“It wasn’t—“

“Then it wasn’t yours either.” You interrupted him, cutting him off before he could start his hypocritical tirade on why it wasn’t your fault. “We’re a team, ‘Vi. If you failed, we failed. If I didn’t fail, as you say I didn’t, then we didn’t fail. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t my fault either. Nobody’s to blame for this, okay?” You watched his expression relax, that guilt ridden crease in his brow eased. 

“Thank you.” You smiled in response, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, your thumbs smoothing the darker circles beneath his eyes as he melted into your reassurance. You card your hand through his hair, the strands longer that you knew they ought to be. 

“You need a haircut,” 

Levi’s eyes glanced to his bangs, only now noticing how long he’d allowed them to get. But he shook his head, leaning to the side and placing his own empty teacup back on the nightstand. 

“It’s too late now, we’ll do it when we get back.” You nodded in agreement, settling beneath the covers alongside him and instantly searching for your place in his arms. 

Levi curled around you as you settled into his chest, your face snuggled up against his neck where you inhaled the smell of home. His arms tucked you in tight and secure against him, once again that subconscious need to protect your kicking in as you drifted into your most vulnerable state. 

But you both remained awake for a while, neither certain as to why. Levi’s caressing thumb on your back never ceases, and your nuzzles against his neck didn’t stop. The silence shifted into something static, the kind of silence you knew fell before he was about to say something. 

“What do we do? After this?” You knew what he meant. What the hell were you supposed to do after the war?When Marley and Eldia settled their differences and titans were no longer a threat. What the hell were you two supposed to do then? Though you smiled slightly to yourself, knowing exactly what you wanted to do. 

“Tea shop. Obviously.” Rewarded with a gentle rumble of a chuckle, you tilted your head up only to meet his eyes looking down at you. 

“I’m serious,”

“So am I! You think I’d go through all this trouble not to open that tea shop with you when this is all over? Everything’s riding on this tea shop. I’d die for this tea shop!”

“Okay okay, I get it. Tea shop it is.” —there was a pregnant pause, a brief second where Levi looked away— “Is that… is that all you want?” The question was posed quietly, hesitantly. So hesitant in fact that you propped yourself up on your elbow, resting your chin on your fist. 

“Levi?” you’d discussed it once before. You’d dared to dream only once previously, a similar setting to this one, but something seemed different. Something seemed hopeful this time around. 

“We could do it,” —he murmured, no longer looking at you, but looking wistfully past you— “We could. If we wanted to. I don’t know if I’d be any good as a father but…” He trailed off, and you had an idea as to what he was thinking. So you interrupted, gently tilting his head towards you with a hand on his cheek. 

“You’re nothing like him ‘Vi. Believe me when I say that. You are nothing like him,” —you leaned into him, smiling softly against his lips in a fleeting kiss— “You’d make such a good father.” You didn’t want to mention how you already knew this through his relationship with the 104th. You didn’t want to mention how you see the way they look up to him as a role model, and a father figure for most of them. You knew it would be too much for him. 

Levi kept your lips against his for a moment longer, savouring your warmth, before tucking you protectively back into his chest, his hands returning to their original positions on your back. 

It took you a second to comprehend. Levi wanted a family. With you. After the war. He wanted a child, maybe two, with you. And there was nothing you could do to stop the tear sliding down your cheek. 

For a split second, Levi was alarmed. Had he said something wrong? Did you hate the idea? Did it scare you? But your wet giggle pushed those doubts from his mind, easing his constricted chest. 

“I cannot wait to spoil the shit out of them.” You announced tearily, causing Levi’s hands to fist in your tee, staving off his own emotions. 

“If you’re anything like as bad as you are with my squad, they’re gonna be brats before they can even talk.” Levi didn’t even notice what he’d said until he mulled this conversation over later, once you were fast asleep. 

Brats. Plural. 

You chuckled into his chest, getting comfy again in his embrace as your eyes started to weigh down by exhaustion and the pull of sleep. “Love you ‘Vi.” Levi’s hand found a home in your hair, scratching gentle caresses against your scalp to sleep. 

“Love you too, freak.”

The spattering of gunfire accompanied the short whip back up to the airship, your heart in your mouth, beating like a deep caught in lamplight. You’d prepared for their superior military prowess. You’d prepared for a fight with the Cart and the Jaw titans. But what you hadn’t prepared for, was the utter terrified panic of being caught in the crossfire. Though the mission was over, and Eren had been more or less safely recovered from the hands of the enemy, you still felt nauseous. 

So many people had died. So many people. The Scouts had arrived after Eren had crushed half of the population gathered at the internment zone. The screaming could be heard throughout the city, and you could hear it from the airship. Now nothing could be heard but commanding shouts and the prattle of guns. It was a sound you knew would haunt you for the rest of your life.

But you had Eren back. And much to Levi’s dismay, Zeke. 

You unhooked your anchors from the wood of the airship exterior, using the net to pull yourself up onto the deck. Most had already made it back. Only Lobov and a few others were left helping up stragglers and taking down stray gunmen. You couldn’t help but be morbidly amused by how many MPs and Garrison members had switched regiments after hearing about Eren. How their opinions had changed now they didn’t think the war was fruitless. You couldn't have thought more opposite if you tried. The world seemed so much smaller and more manageable when it was just Paradis and the titans. Now you were severely outmatched, and hedging peace on the fact that Eren could start the rumbling if he sneezed too damn hard. 

You dusted yourself off as you stood, already hearing voices from the smaller room next door. Most you recognised, one you didn’t, and one that you associated with home. Tucking your Anti Personnel Gear back into the holsters, you strode across the ship, sliding the door open to the voices you heard. 

Upon seeing you safe and alive at the doorway, Levi felt himself relax, his muscles unclenching despite the company he was currently keeping. Of course, you kept it professional when out in the field. Folding your arms, you stopped by his side, peering down at Eren. 

“Jean was just behind me, I think Lobov and his squad are left rounding up stragglers.” You didn’t even look at him. Didn’t need to. You felt his nod next to you as your gaze narrowed to who you remembered as a young boy. 

Now the centre of a war. 

Your heart broke as he raised his eyes to you. You’d never seen him look so hopeless. So lifeless. But he somewhat winced at your presence, as if you’d gone to strike him. As if he was shocked you were even there. You tilted your head, mouth open with a question, before a triumphant roar cut you off. Lobov must have returned, which meant everyone was back. 

You and Levi glanced at each other, a quick, silent order and confirmation.

“Back in a second.” you tapped his elbow before leaving his side, heading back out to the main deck to quieten the rowdy, over-excited Scouts. Though you almost felt bad doing so. They had a right to be relieved, those who’d survived. Technically speaking, the mission was a great success. 

But the thousands of faces now stuck in endless, silent screams of horrified agony below you left a sour taste in your mouth. You couldn’t celebrate this. Entering the throng from the back, you fought past the many arms thrown in the air victoriously, finally meeting eyes with Jean a few paces in front of you. Sending him a pleading look, Jean threw you an apologetic smile, clearing his throat to silent the crowd. Or at least get them to lower their voices, when two things happened.

You’d noticed Sasha looking a little alert when you managed to spot her next to Jean, but you assumed it was simply a byproduct of the battle, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Until a small gap opened up in the crowd, and ice spiked your blood. Your own protective instincts kicked in as you moved, feeling like you could take on the entire world yourself as you screamed the girl’s name, your voice blending with the ear-splitting crack of a gunshot.

Time froze as your body collided with her side. And for a brief moment, you thought the young girl with a fire in her eyes had missed her target, both of you would walk away unscathed.

But ripping agony through your torso tore you from your brief moment of hope, the impact sending you sprawling back, barely registering the shock of your skull against the wooden floor.

A beat hung low in the air as everyone processed what had just happened, before the room erupted. 

Raged screams, vicious shouts melded with the sick thumping of fists against flesh, the hollow whomp of feet into ribs. But you could do nothing to stop it. Shock wracked your system, limbs shaking from the excess adrenaline keeping the brunt of the pain at bay. You gasped for breath, barely able to drag yourself away from the rampage, a hand on your sternum. You cracked your eyes open, your heart aching for the pre-teens who’d been caught up in a war. 

They’re no different, you thought, to most of the people in this room. Far too young to understand the consequences of their actions. So easily swayed by the wills of their superiors. Cultivating hatred and fear, forcing them to fight for an agenda they would barely understand at their age. 

You didn’t blame her. It wasn’t her fault.

“We should toss them out.” You recognised that weasel Floch’s voice. Glancing to that mop of red hair, you spat blood as you tried to speak up.

“Don’t you f’fucking dare… they’re– they’re kids… T’take them to Co… Commander Hange…” You struggled for breath, phlegm and blood clogging your throat as you spat again, wincing at the adrenaline dulled wound in your torso.

And it was as if the entire room had forgotten you were there. In their lust for revenge, they’d forgotten what had happened, and who now lay on the floor, staining the boards crimson. Only Sasha seemed outwardly concerned by your condition, pressing both her hands against your chest.

“We, we need bandages! Now! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry if I had just listened to myself, I knew I’d heard something I knew I had but I just, I thought it was nothing I’m so sorry this, this is all my fault I’m so so-”

“Sasha.” the girl stopped at the sound of her name, scarlet staining your teeth as you broke into a soft smile. “Stop. You’re… you’re fine, okay? You’re okay…” Sasha nodded with conviction, pressing her hands harder against your leaking wound. You nodded gratefully to Jean as he passed you, leading the two kids to the front of the ship. His expression cracked as he paused before you, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing, but understood what he needed to do.

Who he needed to get.

‘Thank you’ you mouthed, too exhausted to speak anymore, your vision already beginning to swim. It was a strange feeling, bleeding out. It almost felt as if you were floating, your mind finally released from the prison of your body, free to wander and roam as the iron bars are left to rot and decay. Even as your limbs and body were moved for you, every movement felt sluggish, fluid, like it wasn’t blood in your veins, but rather liquid lead, weighing you down. 

The ground beneath you grew distant, you weren’t sure whether it was because you were dying, or because someone had picked you up, but you felt your head loll backward, too heavy for your neck to carry. Colours darkened around you, scenery changed, and you were placed somewhere quiet. Away from concerned looks and distant snivels. Cloth beneath your head, wood beneath your body. You think.

Only once before had Levi’s entire world been shattered at once. Life seemed to enjoy chipping away at his walls, carefully constructed dams in constant need for repair, but the second Jean Kirstein uttered those words, he felt a void open just below his heart. The only possibility he could think of was his own mishearing, because there was no way…

Not you…

“Where is she?” someone asked, but he couldn’t focus on who, until Jean kept eye-contact and he realised it was him. He’d asked. Did he? Levi honestly couldn’t remember.

“Sasha took her to the empty side room. Captain… we don’t think she’s going to make it…” it was as if all air had been sucked from his lungs. Breathing simply wasn’t an option as he tried to compartmentalise his feelings. But it was like trying to trap a maelstrom in a music box. 

The room fell into absolute silence, only to be instantly broken by hysterical laughter behind him. 

That maelstrom of emotions amalgamated into one, seething, burning storm of utter furious hatred. 

Levi turned, slowly, to Eren Jaeger, who had seemed to have completely lost his mind. Rattling gasps of insane hilarity burst from his chest with each wet, inhaled sob. Despite Levi being a master of composing himself, he moved too fast for anyone to intervene. Before another onslaught of laughter could fill the room, he shoved his boot through Eren’s teeth, relishing in the blood leaking from his freshly torn gums. He withdrew his foot, and kicked again, the crunch of leather cracking bone somewhat soothed his torrent of fury, but only worsened his thirst for more. Though his face betrayed nothing. Blank expression, a statue in a garden of melancholy, Levi’s face remained neutral whilst he kicked in Eren’s jaw. 

He could have killed him. Would have killed him. If he hadn’t gone off on his own, if he hadn’t tried to do everything alone, if he hadn’t forced Hange’s hand, put everyone in danger, put you in danger, then…

The blows became rhythmic, almost metronome like in spacing. Eren said nothing, only taking his lumps as the crack of his shattered nose joined the cacophony of splitting bones. 

“Captain Levi, sir?” it had only just occurred to him how nobody had tried to stop him. Nobody had even tried to hold him back, not even that sullen brat who always ran after Jaeger. She just stood back and looked away, wincing with each impact. It was only Sasha’s arrival that had his pause, foot lodged in Eren’s unhinged, bloodied jaw as he turned to her tear stained face. “She… she’s asking for you, sir. Mentioned something about a–a tea shop? I… I don’t know I– she–”

“Thank you, Sasha.” he wasn’t piloting his body anymore. Whoever, or whatever had taken over, he was nothing but a bystander now, watching and listening as he reacted to the things around him, his feet carrying him past the teary eyed young girl. It reminded him that you were right. They really are just kids. 

Levi did his best to ignore all the sullen looks of pity as he crossed through the main deck, pausing only to address the two medics exiting your room just as he survived. They, too, didn’t look hopeful. He did his best to ignore that as well. 

“Sir… she–”

“I’m aware. Thank you, soldiers. Rest now.” It was ironic, he thought, how he was providing comfort at a time where he couldn’t have been more wounded. Though they nodded gratefully and stepped out of his way. 

And though he had seen you vulnerable countless times, he’d never seen you weak quite like this. The room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, only the faint glow of the main deck beyond the closed door cast a low, shadowy light against loose objects. Levi froze, having no idea how to tackle this. But for the millionth time in your shared lives, you saved him.

“What took you so long?” It was your tired smile that thrust him back into control, all at once drowning in the pulling weights of slowly losing you. Levi tried to stifle the tremor in his hands as he came to your side, lowering himself to where he could manoeuvre you into his lap. It was painstakingly slow, stopping with every pained hiss or whimper you couldn’t keep at bay, but he finally had you cradled against him, his arms encasing you in his strong hold. “You’re so… damn warm, ‘s’nice.” You pressed yourself into him as much as you could, but any strength you once had drained away, soaked in the bandages along with too much of your blood. 

It was then Levi realised he wasn’t warm. Not particularly. You were just fucking freezing. And you said as much, with a meek “‘m cold…”, prompting him to unclasp his cloak from around his shoulders and tuck it around your gently trembling body. 

With a final tucking of a loose strand of hair behind your ear, Levi settled down with you swaddled in his lap, thumb glossing over your frozen cheek. 

“Sasha,” —he cleared his throat— “Sasha said you told her about our tea shop?” God it was all he could do to stop himself from breaking to pieces. All he could do to fight his own voice to keep it even. Steady. 

It was a losing battle.

“Oh… yeah I wanted t’to… I wanted to apolo’gise. T’to you. Might have… to run the sh’shop alone now… heh, sorry ‘bout that,” a rogue tear slipped down his face, and he was thankful for the dim lighting. You were dying and that was what’s worrying you? Levi glanced down to the bandages around your middle, crimson still slowly staining the cloth. The bleeding wasn’t stopping. “Shame really… m’medics… medics said if, if we weren’t on’n the air’airship then maybe… maybe…” you trailed off, leaving Levi to fill in the rest for you. But it was too much to voice aloud. That if you weren’t on the airship, if Eren hadn't gone off on his own…

You would have survived this. 

“Levi…?” His silence had prolonged too long, and though he felt like he was trying to swim with claws for hands, he managed a small smile, smoothing down your hairline. 

“Mm?” 

“Tell me a story,” He closed his eyes against the pain your request brought him, his heart raw and throbbing as it was slowly torn in two with each passing minute. But he gently shifted you onto your side, laying your head on the folded fabric of your cape before he lay down next to you. 

The feeling was achingly familiar. Tucking your softly into his chest as if you’d just settled down for the night. When you couldn’t sleep, you’d ask him to tell you a story. You didn’t care what of, so mostly it was anecdotes from his past, expedition successes or Hange’s bathtimes. It was rare Levi would tell you something fabricated. 

But now wasn’t the time for his disdain of make-believe. He knew your favourite tale like the back of his hand. Knew the twists and turns, the dialogue and characters. So with a hand on your back, keeping track of your weak breaths, he started your tale. 

A small kernel of hope kindled in his chest when you corrected him after he deliberately mixed up part of the story. If he could keep your mind going then maybe, maybe you would make it back to Paradis. Maybe the medics were wrong… maybe you could survive this. 

So he kept messing up, and you kept correcting him. But in his false hope, he’d forgotten about the rise and fall of your chest until it had diminished into micro-movements. And the next correction never came. Levi tried again, his voice cracking with your continued silence. 

“Please…?” He knew it was fruitless, you no longer held your grip on his uniform, your fist having fallen limp in his cradle. He waited for your breath that never came, for your tired smile that refused to pull. 

But he held you tighter than ever. “Wait for me,” —he pleaded to your deafened ears— “let me finish what we started, and I'll join you just, please,” Levi’s shoulders cracked with a silent sob, his fingers tangling into your limp locks. 

“Wait for me.”