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Goofy

description: you think levi’s too serious. he thinks you’re too goofy.

levi ackerman (aot/snk) x reader (fem!reader), levi x you

disclaimer/warning(s)?: aot universe (you’re a scout); historia/sasha/ymir/you/armin friend group; hair pulling; NSFW

“fuck, marry, kill…” sasha giggled at the prompt before ymir even finished the sentence, which caused historia and you to laugh too. ymir ignored everyone and counted the men on three fingers as she spoke their names into the game. “erwin, levi, eren.”

“oooh!” historia squealed, her palms covering her open mouth, resting into her knees and sitting onto the backs of her calves. “i have to think about this one…”

“booriiing,” sasha sighed dramatically and loudly, dropping her head to her arms. she drew a heart in the loose dirt with her finger and kicked her legs in the air. “connie and jean aren’t even in this one…”

ymir scoffed, “sh’yeah,” rolling her eyes and scowling, kicking at the building’s wooden siding, “there’s a reason for that.”

“do you think captain would kill me if i killed him?” sasha asked sincerely, pausing her art to glance around the small crowd. “he scares me.” she glanced to her left and right before chuckling out, “and not in the good way.”

you shrugged, mentally disagreeing. definitely in the good way. “hey, they each have their perks.” you lifted one hand in the air. “marrying erwin means good eats…” you smiled at the array of considerate nods as everyone remembered his campfire stew. you raised the other hand. “levi guarantees clean living.” you thought back to him in his white apron, the handkerchief tied up in his hair, the broom handle firmly held in his grip.

ymir cackled crudely, leaning deeper into her slump against the wall. “what’s eren’s perk?”

you pursed your lips playfully and dropped your hands to your lap. “he’s… passionate,” you supplied weakly, high-pitched, shrugging awkwardly, the other perks of marrying the captain still occupying your mind. you opted for a joke instead, “his girlfriend’s hot.”

sasha laughed and pulled some more grass from the ground, letting it fall into the rest of the pile. ymir glanced at historia before chuckling and nodding in agreement.

“i feel bad killing eren,” historia added quietly, talking to herself, oblivious to the rest, “but mikasa might kill me if i don’t…”

you guffawed and clapped once, which took historia out of her own mind with an embarrassed blush. “tori, its a game.” you tapped her arm. “you can fuck her boyfriend in a game.”

you caught historia and ymir look to each other before both hurried to look away; historia with a nervous sheen and ymir with a disappointed scowl. “would you even want to?” she muttered into her shoulder.

“what about you, ymir?” you asked, gesturing to her with a nod of your head and a faux evil smirk.

“eh, i’d kill all of ‘em,” she answered plainly, a noticeable contrast to the mischievous light in her dark eyes, “and play with their girlfriends.”

you and sasha made amused eye contact and hid your laughter in your palms, sasha practically screaming.

you all but swallowed your tongue when historia directed her question towards you, “you’d fuck levi, right, y/n? would you care if i did, too?”

ymir sneered and rolled her eyes again, and you heard sasha whisper to her, “girl. why did you even ask?”

you blushed, suddenly aware of the heat of attention. you tugged at your shirt collar, finding it too tight. “w-why do you say that?”

“uh,” ymir replied first, like it was obvious, like it was confusing to them why you were even asking, “because you want to fuck him?”

you rotated your attention between your three girl friends while ymir and historia giggled. the unpleasant heat overtook your body. “n-no, that’s not what i…” you settled on historia, taking a mini deep breath, trying to ignore the uncomfortable rustling in your chest. “why would i care if you chose him?”

historia’s face lit in nervous surprise. “o-oh, b-because you…” she tilted her head to the side, raised her eyebrow. she questioned herself as her sentence tapered off. “don’t you…?”

“hey!” the four of you jumped at armin’s sudden appearance from behind the building. he had the same bright, wide smile on his face that he always did when he approached the four of you, like a younger brother desperately trying to fit in with his older sister and her friends.

he sat in the circle with his legs crossed between ymir and sasha. a spot he now claimed as his own. he smiled at each of you. “what are you girls talking about?”

you felt your body temperature rise as the thought of armin already knowing popped into your mind, as you wondered if he’d overheard everything and timed the perfect entrance, the perfect cover.

historia’s eyes were fixed to the pile of grass near sasha’s fist. sasha repeatedly traced the same shape in the dirt before her. ymir debated kicking armin’s cheek with the heel of her boot.

“are you one of the girls, armin?” you asked with a straight face. ymir, historia, and sasha all looked to him simultaneously. “do you swear your clitoris to the greater girlie good?”

you bit back your smirk as you watched the adam’s apple in his throat bob, as you noticed the small droplets of nervous sweat forming in his hairline. sasha and ymir hid their smug smiles behind their hands.

“you have to answer the question, armin,” sasha added, nodding convincingly. “you can’t be one of the girls if you don’t.”

“pretty simple stuff,” ymir added casually, checking her fingernails. “we all did.”

“swear it every day,” historia mused quietly, the four of you sharing a smile.

his flushed face made the bright pink blush oh so noticeable. armin played with his fingers, slumped lightly in his position. “does it, um. w-well. c-can i swear on an honorary cli—” he interrupted himself with a loud swallow. “o-one? can i swear on an honorary o-one?”

the four of you made bemused eye contact with each other before looking back to armin. you shrugged as historia giggled behind her palm. “yeah,” you answered casually, “we’ll allow it.”

“you have to say the word though, armin,” ymir threatened, sitting upright and moving closer to him, “say clitoris, armin. say. it.”

“ymir, stop,” historia denounced, moving to grab her shoulder, yanking her back, “don’t harass him.”

ymir rolled her eyes, but let historia drag her closer. “it’s literally a word, tori. he’s a big boy. he can say clitoris.” she turned her head to look at historia, whose face was only inches away. “you say it.”

you and sasha chuckled awkwardly, turning your attention away from them. “uh, ignore them,” you told armin, “we were just playing fuck, marry, kill.”

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sasha chuckled quietly into the crook of her elbow as she blatantly watched ymir draw a cartoon of the commander and the captain in armin’s notebook.

poor armin was just trying to take notes on the formation and erwin’s tips and suggestions when ymir leaned over and started drawing mildly offensive caricatures of the whole team. you tuned out of the lecture as she was drawing one extremely tall and one extremely small cartoon.

you peered at the doodle from over armin’s shoulder and your fingernails squeezed into the coarse green fabric of the cape to distract you from laughing.

“make hange a pet titan. give levi a mop. give erwin a horse,” sasha not-so-quietly whispered to ymir, “oh! oh! no! make levi his horse.”

“sasha, shut the fuck up,” ymir quietly retorted, trying not to laugh more than anything else, “youre not funny.”

armin put his pencil down and hid his entire face behind both of his palms. sasha mockingly repeated ymir’s sentence as she leaned back into her chair. “yeah, well, you’re not nice,” she concluded and rolled her eyes, crossed her arms in a huff.

you tapped ymir’s arm from behind armin’s back. “give him a leash,” you added, gesturing to levi with a nod to the front of the room.

ymir snorted and shook her head disapprovingly, but her pencil started moving to oblige. “yeah, you’d fucking like that wouldn’t you.”

armin looked to you curiously, but you glanced levi up and down. “oh, yeah.” you nodded repeatedly, a smirk settling as your jaw locked. “i’d ride him all day.” armin’s wide eyes caught your attention, and the color flushed from your cheeks. “l-like a horse.” you felt the heat prickling under your skin.. you wondered if he knew. “like how you… how you ride a… horse.”

armin nodded slowly, concern and confusion bubbling in the blue. you started to laugh uncomfortably. “armin, stop. don’t look at me like that.” you pushed his face away with your palm.

“y/n! quit messing around!” levi shouted, the authoritative command stimulating each nerve and crawling under your skin. his voice echoed in the room.

you felt the entire room’s eyes settle on you. you smiled in disbelief that he singled you out, again. “aye, aye, captain,” you sang monotoned and coldly saluted, digging your toes into your shoes when you saw the slightest twitch of his eyebrow.

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“did you guys see levi’s new boots today?” historia asked in between a bite of her salad, the tiny tomato rolling off from the fork tine.

sasha glanced up at her then to you. “highly surprised that didn’t come from y/n.”

“shut up,” you chirped, stabbing the cucumber with your fork, “i would’ve asked if you saw his cock outline, so,” you added, punctuating your sentence by biting into your lettuce, winking.

ymir and sasha laughed boisterously. historia nearly choked on her kale. “oh my god, stop,” she mumbled between small coughs, covering her mouth politely, “i was just pointing out his new boots have heels.”

“ooh, tall boy,” ymir snarked, pointed at historia with her fork, “that’s sexy.”

“wait, did you see his outline?” sasha asked you, reaching her hand across the table to cover yours.

you shook your head and chuckled lightly, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “in those jeans? no.”

“i think they’re riding boots so they add a couple inches. he was almost as tall as mikasa when i saw them together earlier,” historia continued.

“do you think he’ll ride you with those boots?” ymir diverted the conversation, pointing to you.

sasha cackled and clapped her hands. “shit, he can if he wants to,” you answered with a laugh, a pink blush hugging your cheeks. you felt neighboring eyes turn to your group.

“not with the boots,” historia murmured into her hand, rubbing at her forehead, trying not to laugh along with her friends.

“yes with the boots!” sasha yelled along too loudly for comfort, slapping the table excitedly.

fellow scouts at the nearby tables started looking over. “she just pegs him,” ymir added with a loud cackle, knocking her arm against sasha’s chaotically.

sasha fell into her arms on the table, drowning her laughter out. “ymir!” historia yelped, her fork rattling against the bowl, her innocence plastered bright red on her cheeks.

“boots stay on,” you added cheekily before taking a deep breath and stabbing at more lettuce. sasha wiped at her eyes and inhaled deeply.

“i was kidding!” ymir excused herself loudly, arms raised in an unapologetic defense.

“i wasn’t,” you said. you made wide eye contact with sasha before ironically following with, “who said that?” and watching your friend break out into another fit of laughter.

“y/n!” the shout cut through the cafeteria chatter like an elephant on thin ice. you felt the syllables dig into your skin with sharp fingernails and claw its way to your skull. “cut that shit out!”

the chatter and laughter in the room fled into eerie silence as you turned your to see levi glaring at you with a burning scowl. “whatever you saayy,” you sang sourly, muttering “captain buzzkill,” under your breath and outbreaking into a giggle afterwards.

a confident heat rose in your chest as you noticed levi’s lip and eye twitch in sync. you felt his watchful eyes linger on you the rest of the night.

**************

“we’re going to have to separate the four of you,” commander erwin announced, glancing at each of you individually but spending most of his time on you: the one deemed most problematic. “the four of you are loud and disruptive.”

ymir rested her arm comfortingly around historia, who was starting to tear up from being reprimanded. “that’s dumb. eren is way more disruptive and he’s still around,” she grumbled, which earned her a slap on the wrist from historia.

“yeah! why are getting separated when we haven’t even done anything?” sasha questioned confidently, but sank in her seat as soon as levi and erwin’s dark glares casted over her.

levi’s settled on you. “ask captain goofy over here,” he answered disgruntled, his face twitching in and out of a tight scowl. he crossed his arms defensively across his chest.

you scoffed. “goofy?” you stared at the visibly disturbed captain in disbelief. “i do less than everyone else!”

“stop,” erwin demanded, seemingly purposefully lowering his voice. he straightened out his spine. “you are all disruptive to the learning environment.”

“oh, brother,” sasha groaned, resting her cheek into her fist, “some learning environment.”

“have you considered that the learning environment is stupid?” ymir objected, and historia slapped her arm again.

“quiet,” levi said as he stepped forward, the platform heel of his boot clicking against the tile. “you’re further proving the point.”

the group of girls smirked. ymir glanced him up and down. “nice boots,” she chided, sitting back in the chair and resting her shoes against the desk, “one inch? two inches?” she eyed him curiously as she held up three fingers. “three?”

you and sasha giggled. “did she put you up to this?” levi asked ymir directly, sharply, meanwhile he pointed at you.

you scoffed in disbelief, again. you turned to the commander, argumentatively held out a flat palm towards levi. “i breathe and get accused from captain cruel.”

“knock it off,” levi ordered, his eyes immediately fixing towards you, intimidatingly stepping towards you, still pointing at you, “you’re on thin ice.” his jaw locked.

you thought about licking it. “or what?” you felt hot under his intense gaze. you couldn’t help but cynically smile. “you’ll call me goofy again?”

you caught him off guard, saw the slight panic in his eyes when you didn’t stand down.

he took another step forward, a fire replacing the split second of nerves, and he debated pulling you down to him by your hair. he debated making you regret the scene. and he debated doing it in front of everyone.

“oh, hey, everyone,” the familiar voice greeted, a wave of sheer innocence washing over the stiff, tense room. “is there a meeting i didn’t know about?” armin quickly glanced around, tilting his head questioningly when he noticed levi. “oh, captain, did you swear your clitoris to the greater girlie good, too?”

you pursed your lips and crossed your legs to stay quiet and nonchalant as the girls broke out into hysterical laughter. you watched the deep red break out on levi’s face, practically watched the steam seep out of his ears.

erwin ignored the comment, awkwardly walked armin out, but levi was glaring at you like he couldn’t decide if he should murder you now or later.

“everyone out. now,” levi ordered, his tone verging bloodthirsty, a pitch none of you have heard before. the room erupted into a myriad of noise as chairs and shoes collided with the floor. “not you.” the index finger pointing towards you was overkill. his stare was burning countless holes into your stature. you were practically melting into the ground.

he glared daggers and spears and bullets until you were scraps hanging by threads. his stare hardened until you two were the only ones left in the room, when his facade collapsed and his face contorted into haughty anger and confusion.

“I don’t fucking get you,” he admitted after minutes of aching silence, leaning against the desktop.

“join the club,” you muttered, checking your fingernails, “i don’t get you either.”

his fist slapped against the table, the painful noise reverberating through the vacant room. your attention shot to him. “i didn’t fucking say you could speak.” his tone trailed off as he spoke. you noticed him shake out his hand.

you gasped in disbelief. “jeez, are you always this tense?” you tentatively took a step forward, eying him cautiously. you paused when he glanced over.

“you make me tense!” he shouted, exasperated, flailing his arms in the air. “fucking something about you just… irritates me.”

“poetic,” you responded instantly, defensively. you cocked your hip and crossed your arms.

“jesus, y/n, not everything’s a fucking joke!” he pinched the bridge of his nose and refused to make eye contact with you.

you shrank in your spot, shriveling and wilting like a thirsty, neglected plant. you liked when his attention was on you. “better that than everything being deathly serious,” you retorted defensively, meekly, “you’ll have a heart attack, living like that.”

he huffed, flicked his head to fix the strands of hair that fell out of place, the ones not worth the energy to touch. “no one will ever take you seriously. you’ll always be—”

“goofy?” you interrupted, wearing a tiny smile. you couldn’t help it. he was shining in the waning sunlight sneaking in through the exposed windows.

his expression didn’t waver, the same stern, crass look plastered on his face, but now with an amused glint in his eyes. levi closed the gap between you by a couple steps.

“yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, reaching his hand up and squishing your cheeks together, “always a fucking joke.”

you looked down at him, absentmindedly bending your knees to bring him closer to eye level. the skin was tingling under his touch. he took the distracted opportunity to ravel one fist in your hair and pulled down, throwing you to the floor.

a stinging signal spread to your eyes as thousands of nerve endings prickled along your scalp. “agh, fuck!” you cried, your hands reaching to cup the irritated skin, “uh, ow!”

his hand was wrapped in your hair again within seconds. he knelt down and pulled your head upwards, forcing you to make eye contact. the blood rushed through your veins and you felt the scared adrenaline amplifying everything. every unsettling itch racing through your bloodstream.

“what? can’t take a joke?” he hissed, every muscle in his body locked and tensed like being this close to you was physically tough for him.

“some joke,” you grumbled weakly, meeting his fiery gaze and feeling your stomach flip and drop and define new movements. you felt sparks at the friction between your legs as you squirmed.

you flinched as his face inched closer, as he inspected you. “let me guess.” he ignored you. his nose brushed against the thin sensitive skin of your neck, teased against the perky hairs near your ear. “punishment’s not really your thing?”

the uncharacteristic whimper escaped as soon as you felt his lips less than a hair’s width from your skin. you swore you felt a smirk before he ripped all contact away and tugged mercilessly on your hair, lifting you to your feet.

you had no time to process before his hands were roughly grabbing your sides and hips and he was forcibly walking you backward until your thighs collided with the hard desk and you fell over, your ass hardly and uncomfortably landing against the solid material, your feet lifting up from under you. you threw your arm back behind you to brace your fall, prevent you from uncontrollably sliding off the desk, but your hand collided with air and you only fell further, your stomach leaping into your throat at the free fall.

“ah!” you whined as you felt caught by levi’s firm grip in your hair, a life-saving tether that sparked inexplicable feelings elsewhere. you felt a couple strands of hair detach at the force. you didn’t really care.

you looked to him as his free arm swept around your waist and pulled you closer, your lower cheeks bracing his warm upper thighs and your face erupting into pinks and reds as his prominent erection settled just above the warmest bud of your body, where you wanted to touch the most.

he let go of your hair, gently caressed the fiery nerves of the roots and stared into your eyes. his eyes were softening the longer he stared at you like this, the longer he thought about how hot and itchy and uncomfortable your roots must be.

you couldn’t help yourself. not when you knew what was going to ensue when you did.

“got any more jokes, funny guy?” you asked him sarcastically, smirking arrogantly, inching your nose closer to his.

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Goofy (pt4)

description: levi summons you to his office to teach you an important lesson

(pt1, pt2, pt3)

levi ackerman x fem!reader; levi x you

warning/disclaimer: NSFW/MDNI; hair pulling; biting; tying up (rope); grinding; throat fucking; power dynamic; choking; derogatory

“hold the rope out,” levi demanded for the second time, rolling the thick rope between his palms. Paired with an eye roll, he tightened his grip, yanked the rope taut. “are you fucking serious?”

you stayed put, a rope loosely held in your palm. matched his raging stare. your lip twitched at the furrow of his brows, the squinting of his eyes, the darker intensity in his irises.

you stayed on your aching knees, pulled yourself onto your palms, your set of ropes loosely in your hand. “you swear too much.”

the interface of the rope and his skin turned pink from the friction. levi’s knuckles turned white, his nostrils frozen from holding his breath.

you bit your bottom lip, tried to refrain from enjoyed him hot and bothered, tried to avoid blatantly gawking at the growing erection directly in your eyeline. “nobody will take you seriously if you keep cursing like that.”

the taut rope loudly slapped against the floor, reverberating throughout the room. you jumped at the noise, slipped off your calves onto the floor. “next time i’ll wrap this around your throat.” he was seething, reminiscent of the first time he growled orders at you.

the warmth was building in your gut. you thought of his hand around your throat. “is that a threat or a promise?”

the pink appeared on his cheeks, highlighting the vein near his temple. he was thinking the same thing. he ignored you. “tie the fucking knot.”

his tone was steady and even. the tension wrapped around every muscle like an overgrown vine.

you stopped breathing. “aren’t you supposed to teach me?” it was generous to call it a question. it was more of a shotty breath. you crossed your arms across your chest, the rope dangling off your forearms, accentuating your breasts. “i asked you a question.”

he stepped closer, crouched until his nose was level with yours, made sure you could feel the the hot breath on your cheeks. he curled his lip as his voice deepened.

“and i gave you an order:” you saw him glance at your chest. you subconsciously rounded your back, made your breasts seem larger.

you sighed and picked up the rope, loosely tied it into a pathetic knot and draped it around his neck. you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing over your aching heart beat, the pounding in your ears.

you inhaled slowly as you matched his stare, cheekily raised a brow and tilted closer until your lips were frustratingly hovering over, teasing you more than him. “there’s your fucking knot,” you said slowly, accentuating the end.

one end of the rope fell to the ground as levi’s grip flashed to your wrist, his thumb and fingers meeting on the other side.

“stop fucking around,” he hissed. a raging flame burning the calm facade, heating him up inside to an unmanageable level. “why can’t you ever just do as i say?” levi leaned forward, sank his teeth faintly into your neck once he finished.

you were surprised, but wasted no time in stretching the organ, giving him more estate. “it’s more fun this way,” you murmured softly, distracted by the soft sense of his tongue, the light tingle from his teeth stimulating your spinal cord as they bit harsher down.

“eek!” you squealed and flinched as his teeth sank deeper and deeper, held you in place like a limp animal as both hands harshly gripped your wrists and outstretched them before you.

with the rope in one palm and your wrists in the other, he tied them together. the movement was so quick and skilled you were mesmerized, and the budding question of if he’s done this before settled into your brain.

each touch of his fingers to your wrist left a hot mark as the rope dangled flimsily. a fire burned inside your belly. you didn’t want him to have done this before, but you were thrilled by his experience. “there’s my fucking knot,” was all he said, the tight cinch around your wrists tugging at the skin, putting pressure on the vessel.

you felt the beating in your wrist, felt the scratchy material restrain the pulsating artery. “wha—”

captain levi pulled away, placed two fingers in the gap between the rope and your wrists, tugged hard enough to knock you off balance. the knot stayed intact, a slight burning left behind.

levi smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. “good enough.”

the tendons in his forearms flared as he picked you up by the knot, the veins near his wrist sticking out in a rare greeting. he had the advantage of surprise and you lost your footing, your body weight relying and tugging on the limits of his knot.

“very good,” he purred, admiring the sight of you beneath the ties, dangled by your reddening wrists, of your silence and stunned obedience.

you collapsed to the floor when he let the cuff go, onto your palms and knees and shins. you tried to bring your hands to fix the hair strands on both sides of your cheeks, but the taut rope barely folded and your wrists were forced back together.

levi’s finger swiped under your chin, raised it to look up at him. “were you watching?” he asked, his voice low. his eyes narrowed.

he licked from your neck to the base of your ear, nibbled at the skin near the lobe. “mhm,” you absentmindedly answered in a moan, your eyes squeezing tight. couldn’t open them again even if you tried.

your spine shivered at the proximity to your ear, the hand tightening in your locks. levi tilted his head, leaned in even further. his teeth lightly grazed your back upper shoulder, glided the bone up the stimulated skin until his cheek was less than a centimeter from your own. “were you learning?”

your head moved in an immediate nod, a bold lie as your body flushed with an obedient craving to do as the captain commanded, mixed with a taste of the unpredictability that coursed in your blood.

you didn’t pay any mind to the knot keeping your wrists clasped together, didn’t pay any heed to his lecture. couldn’t spare any thoughts from the mouthwatering muscles in his forearms, the tense veins popping through.

levi pulled back. “good.” he glanced to your lips then back to your eyes. wanting. needing. he held the other rope lightly in one palm, lifted it to your eye level. “do it again.”

you matched his hearty stare, felt the heat of his attention prickle the hairs against your spine, spurred the tiny hairs at the back of your neck to dance.

“but i—” the rope burn at your wrists screamed for release, with each move of your arms tugging it into an impossibly tighter hold to cut through the nonsense.

levi raised an eyebrow, his expression lifting into a suppressed eager astonishment at your insistent denial of his order. it’s like you were incapable of learning through lecture.

he released the hold of your hair in favor for your neck, the strands loosely falling after his fingers clasped around the tendons. a tighter hold, like he were scuffing you still.

“honestly.” it was a rough exhale, paired with an incredulous mix of emotions in his eyes that left you both anxious and horny, the fire in your pelvis triple-folding.

levi’s pupils were dark with an ambitious glean. you were a never-ending challenge. a difficult task that spurred frustration and anger and rage at your meager protests to his command. an admirable foe of different skill and stature—one that captured levi’s mind; one he could never take his eyes off.

then the captain’s thigh forced itself between your legs, and he angled your neck with his fist so his nose was just above yours, lips above lips. hovering. yearning.

your knees bent without order, and you gasped at the mere contact between your blood-hoarding crotch and his strong and muscular thigh. you kept his stare as you grinded fabric against fabric, provided yourself the perfect friction.

your indulgence stunned levi into silence. his body reacted before his brain could process the sight, loosening the choking hold around your neck, lifting his thigh to match your desperate movement. you could feel the erection, and you blushed furiously as the memory resurfaced, as you wondered if he’d show it to you again.

he pushed his thigh upwards, paired it with a downward grind of your hips to rub against your clit. you moaned, and your heart stopped beating with the tiniest upward curve of his lip.

“get on your knees,” captain levi commanded, practically salivating as he watched you grind your clothed clit down to his knee. obediently dropped to your shins. matched his gaze the entire time.

the smile stretched deeper on his face. he couldn’t deny it. almost as if it had to match the fervent rage ignited by your denial and outbursts, he fucking loved your selective obedience.

he audibly gasped at the sight of you peering up at him expectantly, patiently and quietly awaiting further instruction.

“unbutton your shirt.” the intrigue and lust was starting to infiltrate his steady tone, the order sounding more like an intimate suggestion than an authoritative command. “good girl,” he praised as your fingers immediately caressed each button, awkwardly struggling with the rope holding both wrists together.

the praise sent relief and ecstasy through your bloodstream, culminating in the electric storm in your pelvis.

levi’s hands mindlessly fiddled with his belts as he fixated on the exposure of your chest, the paler skin from lack of sun more titillating and daunting than staring at the celestial object itself.

with your wrists still tied you awkwardly shrugged the shirt off your shoulders, couldn’t even begin to feel insecure at your open and accessible bare chest with your focus on levi’s pants dropping halfway down his thighs.

his erection was eager, and your eyes doubled in size and mouth watered at the large organ. levi admired your indulgence, preened at the liberties you took as you poked your tongue out and inched closer.

you maintained eye contact, stared cautiously as you leaned closer to the still growing erection at your eye level, lifted your bonded hands to hover below the shaft.

without dropping your gaze, you licked the tip. actually tasted the bitter precum between each lick. one hand traced up his thigh as the other dragged behind, felt the prickle of untouched hair and silky sensitive skin as your fingertips neared his balls.

levi exhaled sharply under your touch, closed his eyes to no avail because the view was still pristine in his mind. “you can suck it,” he gasped needily, a surprising switch in his demeanor as felt himself melt into your touch.

“don’t tell me what to do,” you responded cheekily before rounding your lips and welcoming the tip, greeting the slit with a swirling flick of your tongue, felt the twitch of the shaft from the retort against the roof of your mouth.

his hand found home back in hair for stability as the air felt sucked from his lungs. like you sucked all oxygen straight from his cock.

his pupils tripled in size, dilated to absorb every detail—every strand of hair out of its usually perfect place, every tear drop welling on your eye-line at the burning friction, every dimple and wrinkle in your pretty face as you suck and take his cock in your mouth like it was built to be there.

his hips shifted, pushed more than the tip inside the warmth wetness of your mouth. thrusted in to feel the constriction of your esophagus as you swallowed around him, gagged on the extra length.

you almost pulled back—tried to—but levi kept your head pushing closer, until your nose was barely hovering over dark pubes and you could taste the bitter insistence of levi’s leaky cock overriding your gag reflex.

he could feel your resistance, that fiery instinct that hated being told what to do. the one that screamed that you were in the wrong line of work. the one that kept you in the forefront of his mind all day, the one that kept you as his most admirable adversary.

you gagged with a particularly rough thrust into your throat, but you hollowed your cheeks and teasingly sucked. smiled despite the burning resistance of your lips at the loud guttural groan he released.

levi pistoned into your mouth, bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from drowning out obscene noises caused by you obediently sucking on his thick cock, taking his length and thrusts so fucking well he was about to burst.

he muttered, “fuck,” under his breath and yanked your hair back, held you still as he pulled his hips back and exposed his cock to your eyeline again. the organ shimmered with a salivary shine, and you blushed deeper knowing somehow, this long and thick organ was capable of being stuffed into your throat.

levi was rapidly flicking his wrist along his slicked cock, did it in full view for you to absorb and memorize before he aimed to your chest and released onto your bare breasts.

you gasped in surprise at the hot viscous liquid excreted against your chest, felt a shiver down your spine at the slow and sticky trails it forged to your belly.

you glanced up from the mess on your skin, met levi who was already staring intensely at you. his chest was pink and heaving, his cheeks were flushed. he was already hiding his cock back in his pants.

“now clean this fucking mess up,” levi demanded breathlessly, gesturing vaguely towards you. he corrected the belts for his gear and walked towards the door while you remained breathless on the floor. “ten minutes and get back to work,” he quickly regained his composure, but he couldn’t make eye contact with you anymore. couldn’t crumble again. “don’t make me think of another punishment.”

he left you alone in the office, and you smiled knowingly at the light pink sheen embraced on his cheeks as he spoke.

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chapter one: Bahrain Grand Prix

eremika; Ferrari racer! eren jaeger x engineer/mechanic! mikasa ackerman

description: “Big day for Ferrari fans out there, as today is racing driver Eren Jaeger’s big Ferrari Formula One debut. After years of racing for Rodin Motorsports in Formula 2, Jaeger has finally made the biggest and most impressive upgrade of his career!”

“And you know what’s most interesting about his switch, Alex, is that he brought his Rodin mechanic, Mikasa Ackerman, with him! A first for any driver and mechanic, and, frankly, this sport.”

tag/disclaimer(s): this chapter is written as camera screens and commentary from Formula 1 radio hosts (Alex and Martin); eremika; friends to lovers dynamic

**Opening Day; Bahrain Grand Prix; Race Day**

“And what a gorgeous night it is in Bahrain—the perfect night to kick off the 2024 formula one season. A stunning first qualifying yesterday in Bahrain, where we saw the drivers set their starting order for the race today.”

“Really exciting stuff, Alex. Even more exciting is that—oh, and there he is on camera: Ferrari’s new young and upcoming racing driver Eren Jaeger.”

*camera pans to helmetless Eren Jaeger in the ferrari jumpsuit, walking around and talking to various mechanics on the team. appears to be inspecting his car. zoom in on car number 139. Zooms out to Eren talking to Ferrari team principal Fred Vasseur.*

“Ah, Eren Jaeger, one of the most exciting up and coming talents. the youngest driver in the paddock right now with the most impressive CV.”

“That’s right, Alex, and what an impressive CV it is. Championships left and right in formula 2, podium after podium in formula 3. We can only hope this bright star’s career has really only just begun.”

*camera pans to Eren Jaeger speaking with Mikasa Ackerman, also in a Ferrari jumpsuit (unzipped to expose some of her pale chest, allow some breathing room), pointing to the halo of the car and smiling, laughing. inaudible.*

“For his debut day, probably the highest pressure day of his entire career, he seems to be taking it lightly,” the formula one announcer, Alex, amused.

*camera is still on an inaudible Eren and Mikasa chatting, standing quite close together. their upper arms are grazing. camera zooms in until it’s just them in frame. Mikasa nods in response to something Eren says with a charming smile.*

“Well, we are staring right at his good luck charm, aren’t we?”

“That’s true,” Alex chuckles, “Now, Martin, was it a coincidence or a driver’s contract that brought her from Rodin to Ferrari?”

“Well, Alex, the rumors around the paddock are circling, and it’s been said that Jaeger and his mechanic were a package deal.”

“Said, but not confirmed.”

“No, not confirmed. But with an established, popular team like Scuderia Ferrari, it is strange to get a new addition to the crew. Especially when it pairs with their new driver—“

*camera shows Eren and Mikasa standing in front of the Ferrari car, Mikasa leaned over the front of the chassis, signing the top with a quick circled MK A above the driver number 139 in sharpie. camera zooms in on the signature as eren holds her hand to help her stand upright*

“And here we are seeing the start of a new tradition, or rather, the continuation of an old one. This is what I was referring to, Martin, with this driver-mechanic duo. What we are seeing is Ferrari’s new lead engineer and mechanic for car 139 quite literally signing off on the race car.”

“Now that is interesting, Alex, you really never see the mechanics or engineers physically signing the chassis.”

“They’re an interesting duo, Jaeger and Ackerman, but this tradition has kept the young driver scoring podium after podium after podium. She signed every car Jaeger drove in Formula 3, every car in Formula 2, and starting now it seems all the cars he’ll drive in Formula 1.”

*camera pans to Jaeger pulling his helmet on and getting into the seat; scans to Ackerman joining the rest of the red and white jumpsuited team in the garage. camera returns to the front of Jaeger’s car*

“Now look at that black MKA on that bright red Ferrari. An engineer’s stamp of approval, and maybe even a cast for good luck at winning that podium.”

*camera follows driver 139 as he powers on and pulls into the pit lane. camera zones out and slowly showcases the 20 cars exiting the pit lane*

“For those of us just now joining, what we are witnessing is the start of the formation lap. We have Reiner Braun and Levi Ackerman with the good old 1, 2 for Redbull, followed closely behind by Erwin Smith third with the McLaren and Jean Kirstein with Mercedes in fourth, his best qualifying position in Bahrain. In fifth we have Eren Jaeger in the MKA-signed Ferrari, a magnificent start for his first ever Formula One Grand Prix.”

“Yes, despite that awkward start during qualifying and some complaints about steering, Jaeger seemingly managed to overcome the understeer to place his fifth position. A great accomplishment for a first ever race in formula one.”

“Have to hand it to Mikasa and the team at Ferrari for fixing whatever issues his car was giving him yesterday, as his car performs superbly during the formation lap.”

*cars line up in starting position. the flag is waved behind the safety car. the five lights illuminate red.*

*the lights go out. the cars start down the straight towards the first corner.*

“A brilliant start for Braun there, and a great defense going into the first corner, keeping his own teammate behind him.”

“But with fifty-six more laps to go, we’ll see how well he defends that position and oh, wow! look at that! What a maneuver by Eren Jaeger there, going around the outside like that and succeeding.”

“With that extraordinary overtake Jaeger moves up to fourth position, leaving Kirstein in a trail of dirty air as that Ferrari cruises down the straight, right into turn 5.”

*lap 30. drones follow Ferrari car 139 as it narrows in behind the McLaren and the Redbull*

“Let’s check back in with the podium chasers over here. We have Jaeger with a 0.2 second gap behind Smith, who has a 0.5 second gap to Ackerman.”

“You may be wondering where our race leader Braun is, but he’s safely cruising ahead with a five second gap while Ackerman clings onto second position.”

“And clings onto that corner there. Look how tightly he hug the inner rim. That’s going to cause some damage to the floor of the car.”

“That’s right, Martin, and it looks like we’re seeing the effects of that damage in real time as we are now watching both Smith in the McLaren and Jaeger in the Ferrari cruise right on by Ackerman in the Redbull, who has just found himself in fourth place.”

“As they turn the corner into lap 31 here the crowd watches with anticipation as that red Ferrari closes the gap to the orange McLaren.”

“Jaeger enters the range for DRS, and you can only imagine how Smith feels, having been in that seat for almost a decade, and now having his newly acquired second position threatened by young talent.”

*Car 139 overtakes the McLaren into second position and speeds off. camera cuts to Ferrari team cheering*

“I mean, Jaeger made that inside overtake look easy as he sped right between Smith and turn two, and slipped into second position.”

“That car is a rocketship, isn’t it. Like a racehorse we are watching a Ferrari close that multi-second gap to last year’s championship winner, Reiner Braun.”

*lap 55. Braun in Redbull in first. 0.9 seconds behind is Jaeger in Ferrari. In third with a three second gap is Smith. camera focuses on the Redbull and chasing Ferrari*

“We are nearing the end of the race here, lap 55 out of 57, and world champion Reiner Braun is still evading newcomer Jaeger’s attempts at closing that gap and overtaking into that first place podium position.”

“That ferrari looks to be in DRS range—and we’re seeing Jaeger push on that throttle onto the straight as the two enter their final lap.”

“Oh look at that scarlet Ferrari go wheel to wheel with the Redbull down the first straight. Jaeger tries to cut in front but—oh! the world champion anticipated that and stepped the break a little early, prevented Eren from getting past.”

“Oh, but, Alex, look at how Jaeger immediately tries again in turn two. Looks like there’s hope in the maneuver as Jaeger pulls out of the turn in front but that Redbull accelerates him back into first space. Wheel to wheel again as they approach the next corner.”

Martin laughs. “You can practically feel the frustration from both drivers as they fight for that pole position. Oh, look at this! The scarlet driver refusing to back off from the outside st turn six, Braun’s redbull taking up the curve and almost pushing Jaeger off the track but he manages into the inside—refuses to give up as the Redbull tries to accelerate but Jaeger’s got DRS and fresh air as he speeds away into first place!”

“What an amazing last effort battle for pole position and there’s the checkered flag! Jaeger in the Ferrari takes pole position! An incredible achievement for his first ever Formula One race! An amazing effort and result for his first ever debut! And let’s listen to his radio:”

*camera cuts to Eren Jaeger, Ferrari driver, who has one hand on the wheel and is pumping the other in excitement*

“Great work, Eren, fantastic job,” the race engineer spoke over the radio, to which Eren immediately responded in cheer.

“Woohoo! Yes! Yes! Tell Mikasa: great work! What a fantastic car! Amazing work, team. Incredible support from the fans.”

*Ferrari car 139 pulls into the podium position, the MKA clearly visible in the frame. Eren practically jumped out of the car in excitement, threw his arms into air. The ferrari team flooded onto the track.*

*Eren jumps off the chassis and places his helmet on the driver’s seat. frantically looks around for his lead engineer. camera zooms out to show Mikasa rushing over with the pit crew and Eren pulls her into a massive hug. he’s congratulating her. she’s congratulating him.*

“A momentous occasion for the entire team here. An incredible start to this F1 season. And if this is any indication of newcomer Eren Jaeger’s career in Formula One, this is about to be one win of many Grand Prix. Thank you all for joining us tonight. I’m Alex.”

“I’m Martin.”

“And we will see you at next racing weekend, at the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix.”

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chapter three: Saudi Arabia Grand Prix

ch1; ch2

ferrari driver! eren jaeger x mechanic/engineer! mikasa ackerman

description: “Welcome to the 2024 Formula One Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. For those who are just joining in, what we are currently watching is the new lead mechanic at Ferrari physically signing the scarlet chassis of their newest and youngest driver, Eren Jaeger.”

“For the second time this season too, Martin, and based on those extraordinary results from Bahrain, if I were a betting man, I’d bet we will see that MKA signature paired with that driver number 139 racing for every podium this season.”

tag/disclaimer(s): written as camera angles and commentary between radio hosts (Alex and Martin); eremika (Ferrari driver! eren x mechanic! mikasa); friends to lovers dynamic

**Race Day, Saudi Arabia Grand Prix**

“It is a gorgeous night all the way from Jeddah. The camera showcasing a beautiful view of the four year old circuit under the flood lights as we prepare for the final event of the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix.”

“Quite right about it being gorgeous conditions, Martin, the track’s not too hot, there’s no forecast of rain, lots of space for DRS. I think we are about to have one of the best races for the young circuit.”

*all cars are undergoing the formation lap. the driver lineup and the grid are shown to the side of the live view*

“It was a tight qualifying yesterday for the top ten, all those drivers are very eager and hungry for some points during today’s race. In tenth place there we have the young Armin Arlet in his second season in the Williams, his best ever qualifying position in Formula One. Right in ninth is his more experienced teammate Connie Springer in the other Williams.”

“Jean Kirstein is having a tough time in that Mercedes this season, pulling a qualifying position of eighth. The worst starting position for his career. And right in hand with Kirstein, we have Erwin Smith starting seventh in the McLaren after facing a gearbox penalty, his worst start in about a decade.”

“Smith is going to have to push hard during this race to skate past that the row in front. On that row we have Bertoldt Hoover in the RB Honda in sixth, the best starting position of his career and for RB Honda this season.”

“It’s almost a shame, Martin, that timid Hoover is sandwiched between Smith and Porco Galliard in that scarlet Ferrari in fifth.”

“It’ll make for an epic start, Alex. To add to the excitement, we have a driver returning to Formula One after an off-season sitting in the other McLaren this Grand Prix: Zeke Jaeger, in fourth. Substituting in for Flock as he’s out for an undetermined amount of time with a pretty severe appendicitis infection.”

“That’s tough for Flock, can only hope for the speediest of recoveries—but, man, is it good to see Zeke back in a seat for this season. And even more, it’ll make for an interesting race today as we have his very own younger and arguably more successful brother in the fiery Ferrari in third.”

“I wonder if it was indeed his brother’s success in winning the first Grand Prix of the season that really inspired Zeke to come back into the sport. The orange McLaren no less. I believe he mentioned a soft retirement, but there’s nothing soft about him in that McLaren on those hard compact tires, that’s for sure.”

“It’ll be a family reunion to remember as Eren Jaeger starts in the same row. An elegant start to this race weekend after shocking the world and winning his first Grand Prix in Bahrain.”

**camera zooms in on the front of the Ferrari car 139, the MKA circled signature neatly displayed. camera zooms in on helmeted Eren Jaeger in the seat, pulling his visor down and waving. the crowd cheers**

“I mean, listen to that loud Ferrari cheer. Possibly the most dedicated fan base in the sport.”

Alex laughs. “Well, Martin, are they Ferrari fans or Jaeger fans? With third on the grid today, I’m assuming he’s looking for a repeat victory.” He pauses and returns to the grid order. “Topping off the grid we’ve got another Redbull 1, 2, with Reiner Braun in first and Levi Ackerman in second.”

**cars lining into position after the formation lap. camera focuses on safety car lining up behind. lights turn on in ascending order**

“You can see the sweat on that Redbull team principal’s brow as you just know Ackerman is itching to beat his teammate this season—2023 world champion Reiner Braun—when perhaps the real competition is in his rear-view mirror.”

**five lights go out. cars start down the straight towards the first corner**

“That’s lights out as we have now begun the first lap as Braun maintains the lead with yet another brilliant start. Ackerman and the Jaeger brothers extremely close behind with great starts themselves.”

“This’ll be really quite thrilling, Martin, having two brothers racing against each other for opposite teams in the paddock. I’m not sure that’s ever happened before.”

“If my formula two, three, and four history is correct, these brothers have never professionally raced each other outside of karts.”

“Honestly, Martin, I’m just glad to see Zeke back in a seat after being replaced by veteran Miche Zacharius, who started and is currently keeping that Mercedes in fifteenth position.”

*drones follow the group of four cars (Smith, Hoover, Galliard, and Zeke) as they clump around the corner. Zeke pulls away from Galliard, but Smith passes Hoover).

“From all appearances, so he is. Look at the way Zeke is defending that fourth position from Galliard in the second Ferrari. An excellent defense from the older driver, who is now leading off into the first DRS zone.”

“And what a great maneuver by Smith back at turn 4, going around the inside of Hoover who just hasn’t felt out that RB Honda enough to defend that sixth place position.”

“Look at how that McLaren speeds down those straights even without DRS enabled, Alex. You can see it with Smith, and you can see it again with Zeke as the camera brings us back to the driver entering his first Grand Prix with McLaren after a successful two seasons with Mercedes.”

*drones follow Zeke in the orange McLaren. Porco is close behind in the other Ferrari.*

“I wonder if he’s starting to sweat, sandwiched between two Ferrari’s. One of them Eren Jaeger, no less, who’s off to a brilliant start for the race.”

*camera cuts to eagle-eye view of Eren Jaeger in Ferrari car 139, close to the Redbull in front.”

“And what’s remarkable, Alex, is the sight of that MKA from up above.”

“It’s like I’m pavlov-trained, Martin, I get excited just seeing it! A visual confirmation of a podium-worthy car. A competitive, championship-worthy chassis.”

Martin chuckles. “Assuming no one bumps or crashes into him. Let’s check in with his radio:”

*Ferrari radio to Eren Jaeger goes off.*

“Eren, Zeke in the McLaren is 1 second behind. 1 second behind,” the race engineer informs.

“I don’t give a fuck about Zeke. What about the redbull?” Eren’s voice is still audible despite the static and helmet.

“We are 0.5 seconds behind Ackerman, 2.5 seconds behind Braun.”

*camera follows Ferrari car number 139 around the track as it heads down the straight, into a DRS zone*

Martin’s laughing. “What we just heard is Ferrari’s race engineer telling Jaeger, ‘look, our battle is with the McLaren behind us that’s about to barrel down that straight.’ With Jaeger saying, ‘No. My pace is good, this car is good. My race is with the Redbulls ahead.’”

“You have to admire the tenacity of the young drivers now, Martin, they grew up in these faster karts, racing each other, chasing for these podiums. It’s especially true for these two brothers.”

“Well, Alex, I do wonder if perhaps it is because that McLaren is operated by his brother that Eren dismissed the team’s strategy so openly.”

*lap 35. drones follow Ferrari car 139 as it chases behind the Ackerman in the Redbull. The orange McLaren is extremely close behind the Ferrari*

“We are about to see the battle for third podium position as the Jaeger brothers exit turn 23 into the third DRS zone.”

“That McLaren is doing surprisingly well on those old tires keeping up with that MKA Ferrari. Eren cuts the corner slightly early to defend from Zeke, and ends up oversteering maybe a tad too much into turn 24.”

“McLaren fans everywhere hoping the younger driver left an opening for the veteran to slip through. Both cars are enabling DRS as Zeke tilts to the outside to go the long way around the scarlet chassis.”

*the orange and red cars barrel down the straight towards turn 26. The nose of the McLaren is starting to inch ahead*

“There’s something no team has been able to match this season or last season, Martin, and that is McLaren’s ability to reduce that drag and speed down a straight. Look at how that orange McLaren is nosing ahead.”

“Eren Jaeger is pushing that Ferrari hard to keep that space between the McLaren and the edge of the track and—oh!”

*Zeke cuts the corner early, tries to force Eren onto the brakes to convince him to back down and fall back into fourth position.*

*Eren doesn’t brake or turn in time. The Ferrari drives over the top of the McLaren halo. The bottom of the Ferrari gets caught on the front of the McLaren chassis. Both cars skid off the track into the barrier. Both cars are DNF (did not finish) and are retired from the race*

“With Zeke’s sudden turn there, that Ferrari had a front wheel lockup and ran right over the top of that McLaren. With only 15 laps to go, Eren and Zeke Jaeger are out of the race!”

*Ferrari car radio:*

“Eren, are you okay?” It’s Mikasa asking instead of his race engineer.

“For fucks sake!” Eren groans and hits the steering wheel in frustration. “He pushed me off the track! Left me no fucking room!”

“Yeah, I agree. Vasseur is talking to the stewards now.”

Eren scoffs at the situation. “Sorry about the car.”

She chortles. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll make a new one.”

*camera focuses on Eren hopping out of the car and walking over to the McLaren. Zeke makes his way out of the car around the same time Eren stalked over to the McLaren driver’s seat.*

*McLaren car radio:*

“Zeke, you okay?” the race engineer asks.

Zeke ignores the race engineer and shouts to Eren instead. Pointing aggressively. “You fucking asshole! Were you even thinking?!”

*Zeke shoves Eren on the side of the track. Both still have their helmets on. Eren reciprocates the shove*

*Heard over Eren’s microphone.*

“That’s what fucking happens when you don’t make room!”

*Heard over Zeke’s microphone*

“Learn to fucking drive!”

*drones pan out over the wreckage*

“For those of us listening in, what we just witnessed was— Well, what exactly did we just witness, Martin?”

“While we await to hear an official verdict from the stewards, but from up here it seems like Zeke tried to push his younger brother off the track. A move that resulted in both of them being out of the second Grand Prix of the year.”

“Thank goodness they’ve both walked away just from that accident, Martin.”

Martin chuckles. “Yes, it’s great they walked away from the crash but now the two brothers are being pulled apart off the track. Look at how Eren Jaeger is being dragged and sent walking back to the paddock.”

“Definitely needed a cool-off lap. I’m sure he was intent on winning this Grand Prix too and now that opportunity has been lost. Stolen from him one could say, along with all those championship points he could’ve scored.”

“As if tensions weren’t high enough in the family, with Zeke being dropped by Mercedes the same year Eren is picked up by Ferrari. now the two have crashed into each other and prevented both from finishing the race.”

“Well, Martin, a shame for those two drivers but you can practically hear the smile and wave from Smith and Galliard as they now pass the wreckage and have that chance to fight for that podium.”

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