mrsblaileen

[mrsblaileen]

thinking about teaching L how you like it, with a sprinkle of oral fixation (of course).

you had been taking it nice and slow, pressing soft kisses against his waiting mouth, the curve of his jaw, the column of his pale throat. nestled up against him on the couch.

to your pleasant surprise, L was a quick study, and the deceptively confident slide of his tongue up against your own, paired with the little noises he was making was pooling the heat between your legs faster than you’d like to admit.

you break the heated kiss with a gasp, earning a deeply unhappy noise from the detective.

“give me your hand.” you breathe, face blushed pink, lips glossed and plump.

quick as lightening, one of L’s hands has deserted its post curled over his knee, and is instead hovering infront of your face, waiting for your direction.

you hum in approval, and grasp his hand gently, long delicate fingers gripped between your own.

your eyes flicker up to his, and you bat your lashes, lids dropped low to hold eye contact, bringing those pale fingers up to your lips.

you watch his throat bob, watch him swallow when you drop your mouth open, pink tongue slipped out to slide hot and slick across the smooth pads.

L shivers above you when your tongue makes contact with his fingers, rumbles out a low noise, something halfway between a sigh and a groan. dark eyes fixed on the slow drag of your tongue, the pool of spit smeared wet over his fingers.

sufficiently coated, you pull his hand down, hovering over the heated skin of your own body, down, down, down until you can press his spit coated fingers over yourself, dipped between the throbbing heat of your spread thighs.

you let out a sigh of relief at the sensation, and your own fingers slip over his, pushing, guiding his hand in a slow, practised circle.

your eyes shoot back up to meet his gaze between loose locks of dark hair, watch his lips part, eyes locked on the slide of both your collective fingers over your arousal.

“that’s it. right here.” you whisper, rolling your hips up to meet him.

you hear his breath catch in his throat.

[mrsblaileen]

for anyone who was interested in this premise, i’ve dropped the first two chapters on ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66263971

TBC on tumblr once i figure out how i want to post multi chapter works.

thinking about being childhood friends with erwin, or maybe even just schoolmates. either way - in your teenage years you’re friendly with each other.

he’s a bit dweeby, unsure of himself - can’t read a social cue to save his life - but he’s sweet, and smart, and kind. he doesn’t have many friends, but you like that, like his quiet intensity.

it’s obvious that he has a bit of a crush on you. maybe you even kiss - chaste and fumbling like teenagers do. you let him down gently, too focused on your future for puppy love.

and so you go your seperate ways. he enrols in the scouts, maybe you go into the military police, or something political/academic.

life goes on.

until you run into him again years later by chance, at some fundraiser, some gala. but this time he’s not the mild mannered, stick of a boy that you knew in your youth.

he’s the 13th commander of the survey corps; widely respected, intelligent, charismatic. he’s tall, and broad, and classically handsome. he’s grown.

and you’ve grown too.

and maybe he never grew out of that childhood fondness for you, and now that you’re back in his orbit, it’s eating him alive.

[mrsblaileen]

this is so L lawliet in my mind, he would say it like it’s a completely normal observation.

[mrsblaileen]

i don’t think levi would necessarily like his partner bratting. i think he likes you to be good for him, to listen. show that you respect him, that you care about his preferences, about the structure and boundaries he’s put in place. don’t get me wrong, the man loves your spark, loves you to be passionate and sassy, likes you poking fun and provoking him on occasion. but in private, he likes it best when you’re nice and sweet with him. when you show that you trust him, follow the rules and do what you’re told.

erwin however, that man loves a brat. he loves the thrill of the game. loves to let you think he’s giving you some leeway, that you might actually get away with your attitude, right up until the moment he tightens the leash. but he’ll take his time with it. he’ll let you sass him, talk back, push him down and get on top, try your best to make him snap. he’ll watch you do it with a patient smile on his face, a quiet air of confidence. because he knows you’re going to wear yourself out eventually, run that filthy mouth a bit too far. and when you do he’ll be more than happy to put you back in your place, bend you over his knee and show you who’s really in charge.

[mrsblaileen]

The Professor and the Janitor

Pairing: Levi Ackerman / Reader

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

✎ Words: 7,686

✎ Chapters: 1/1

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

ao3 link

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The afternoon air was crisp and biting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You offered him a smile. “Thankyou Armin.”

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

The lecture was an easy one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled and nudged him gently with your shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You found that you had stopped smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think it turns you on, Professor.”

You released a shaky breath, a glorified whine. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded your head. He hummed.

"Too smart for your own good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir." 

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

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

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[mrsblaileen]

okay i’m still thinking about L from my last few posts and i forgot to mention - i kinda love the idea of him tying his partner up, or having them restrained in some way.

i think he might get touch aversion in some instances, and also generally likes to feel in control (or at least have full awareness of a situation).

it’s the perfect way to make sure he’s only being touched/making physical contact with them when and how he chooses to, and there’s no risk of anything unplanned/unexpected happening.

plus, with them all bound up he gets to take his sweet time, and he gets a front row seat to observe all their little reactions…

[mrsblaileen]

In Cormac McCarthy's 'Blood Meridian' the character of Judge Holden is something of an anomaly; an enigma; not only in the eyes degenerate outlaws we come to know throughout the novel, but also to the reader themselves. A contradiction of inhuman proportion, in both his strength and intellect. A man proficient in botany, geology, tracking, hunting, music, law. A masterful multilinguist, a keen purveyor of knowledge, a murderer, pedophile, and a rapist. He claims the title of "judge", one who is sworn to uphold justice and morality, but Holden is immoral - morality is useless to this Judge.

Naked as man's first day in the Garden, The Judge is something other than human; a huge, hairless, pale, heavenly body. Akin to the devil, Glantons gang have all met Holden during violent, tumultuous moments in their pasts. The Judge has pulled the threads of each of their lives to concoct this aggregation of killers, in order to observe - out of some morbid curiosity, or in the interest of satisfaction - the desolation they will lay to the world, and to humanity.

To Holden, War and violence is the ultimate expression of man, of freewill; a dance humanity must partake in, lest they perish underfoot. War is God. Freedom is something The Judge values, but only so long as he is the dictator of it. Freedom outside of his bounds is an insult, it represents to him something that is out of his control, something that exists without his knowledge, or his consent, and thus sullies his vision of the world.

In essence, Holden is the judge, the jury, and the righteous executioner of man, of the Earth as we know it. He, the great favourite, dictates the worth of things, which exist only as he allows them to.

Judge Holden rescues James Bell (the imbecile for lack of a better reference) from drowning, hauling him from the depths of the river in an action akin to a baptism; an act of mercy unlike himself. The Judge spares James Bell only as he is a being whom the judge can dominate/control completely, a trait that is pointedly missing from The Kid; who does not worship War and bloodshed as the others do, and does not play entirely to The Judge’s ideals. Due to this, The Judge is fascinated by The Kid.

Holden condemns The Kid for the “clemency” he shows the Glanton gang, clemency which The Kid had ironically granted The Judge himself several times. The Kid is provided many opportunities to murder Holden, but each time the circumstances are unjust. People tell The Kid to save himself, to leave them to death or to kill them - he refuses out of what we can only assume to be an innate sense of morality.

If War is the ultimate game, a "dance", the stakes of which being: partake, or die - then The Kid absolves himself of the call to dance, retorting “even a dumb animal can dance". He is confronted with the Judges unmoving view of the world - that the steps of this “dance” of bloodshed have been dictated and deemed mandatory by something far greater and far older than humanity - and spits in the face of it. This is blasphemous to the Judge, and thus, this sacrilege must be corrected; It must be destroyed, desecrated, and made right.

Holden is the king of counterfeits. Be it money, wealth, knowledge, power, or even the falsification of ownership, of sovereignty - a personification of colonisation.

Faust knew the power of knowledge when he sold his soul to Satan for all the world’s wisdom, The judge covets this knowledge. He copies ancient, native artifacts of rich cultures of which he is not a part, studies plants, and people - consuming all they have to offer him before destroying them. Greedily and selfishly Expunging them from the memory and mind of man.

The Judge claims ownership of the wisdom these people and objects once held, and in doing so owns more and more of the world to himself. He is a false messiah, a copycat - tracing the likeness of the world, but lacking its originality. In his mind he wants to claim the world that God has created, and lay waste to it. He is the purveyor and thief of reality. He wants to own perception, and in each act of destruction and desecration he cements his place and power as keeper of the Earth.

The Kid is the final victim of The Judge’s hunger - he is devoured as he steps into the jakes, lit as he was on the day of his birth in the unending darkness only by the star fall overhead. The Judge gormandizes the last of the "true" ones, the last loose thread in his quest for dominion; The Kid. He is the last Beast on the stage.

Just as The Judge will never die, and never sleeps; in the minds and hearts of man, evil will never cease to exist. War is man's favourite game, and there is no winner; there will always be evil in the world and evil men who perpetuate it. The world turns, and The Judge continues to dance.

[mrsblaileen]

levi braiding your hair for you before a mission.

it’s early morning. so early that the sun is just barely peeking its eyes over the horizon, blinking awake. birds are rustling in their nests, chirping quietly amongst themselves.

the room is lit in shades of cool blue, the only sound breaching the serene silence is your collective, gentle breathing, and the slow, methodical drag of the brush through your hair.

levi’s brows are knitted together, stormy eyes narrowed slightly in concentration. yours have fluttered shut. content to slide closed as you lean back against his thigh, nestled between his legs as he smooths tendrils of your hair back into place.

his hands are cold against the nape of your neck when they brush up against it, slender fingers slipping through your now smoothed hair, up and over in a steady rhythm, working the strands into neat plaits.

you hear him hum to himself from where he’s sat above you. a low, content noise; seemingly satisfied with his work.

“thankyou.” you offer, voice small and still gravelled with remnants of sleep.

he’s silent. the motion of his body bumps you slightly when he leans forward to curve around to your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the slope of your neck. it’s soft, lingering. holds more emotion than he could hope to capture with words. says the thousand things he wishes he could voice.

you press yourself back into the kiss, chasing the warmth of his body, a relief against the crisp air of morning. willing yourself the strength to leave the comfort of his embrace.

you think you understand.

[mrsblaileen]

of course you would turn out to be one of those “people” who treats levi like shit 🤢🤮 never regretted giving kudos and likes to someone this much, i hope you die 🙏🏻

Okay, i’m addressing this here once, as you seem very intent on getting my attention (anonymously in all cases, i might add).

I clearly love Levi as a character, given that i create content based on him for free on my platforms. He is an excellent example of so many different intricate and complex themes and concepts - perseverance, humanity, justice, etc. I will continue to make content of him exploring these concepts.

I also enjoy the dynamics that he shares with different characters, especially relating to how his personality interacts with those around him. This is common through all of my works.

When i write or draw Levi (typically with Erwin or reader) in situations or ways in which he could be perceived as more “submissive” (for lack of a better term), this is not done with any sort of malice (as you seem to assume) or lack of interest or respect for the character. This is done as i personally enjoy the exploration of power dynamics in media. A man being portrayed as “submissive” is not an intrinsically negative thing.

It is also important to note - these characters are not real, and anything i write or make content for is not reflective of my thoughts or feelings on real world relationships or people.

Assuming you are a single person, and i haven’t just fallen into a very interesting side of this fandom recently - i think you need to asses how intensely you feel about Levi as a fictional character (and general media consumption), and your own internalised views, if you think that this sort of messaging is appropriate to send to people. I welcome discussion, and open forums for opinions - but this sort of messaging is not beneficial in any way - it’s nothing but cruel.

Thankyou for your message, and i do sincerely appreciate any kudos you may have given in the past.

I hope this reaches you, and that you understand this is not coming from a place of anger or judgement.

This is purely just a request for you to not continue to interact with me (and hopefully any other creator) in this way.

You are in control of your own consumption of content, please utilise tagging systems on ao3, and the block feature on all other platforms.

Thankyou.

[mrsblaileen]

i really liked your L analysis! you are 100% right: he's not shy. why would he be so open and bothered with social norms about his odd mannerisms and habits otherwise?

don't you mind sharing more thoughts on him in relationship?

i imagine him as a type to be a direct, but strongly manipulative lover in terms of getting what he wants (both physical and other kinds of intimacy) from his partner. not out of malice, but (as i see it) he seems to be very sure of him knowing better when, where and what should happen, so he let's himself some degree of manipulation to "lead" the partner to whatever decision he needs them to come up with.

what do you think?

thank you for your answer and sorry for my english! it's not my first language. have a great day!

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Hi, thank you so much! I would love to expand on this.

Absolutely, i think you are correct - generally he comes from a well meaning place, but having such a disconnect from "normal" life and relationships, i think its hard for him to see his actions as "wrong", even if they are socially improper/immoral. He has his own determined perception of what justice is, and he stands by it unwavering, even ignorantly - no matter how warped it may be.

Before i start, i think L is a very elusive character in some regards, whether that’s due to the variance of his established character in writing/media, the fact that we as viewers are torn between rooting for him as the “hero” while faced with his sometimes unlawful tactics, or that the story never quite delves into what is “true” of L and what is part of his persona / the facade of the detective known as “L”. So this drabble is based on my own tastes/interpretation.

This got a bit lengthy, and is a mix of sfw and nsfw (flagged when the nsfw starts).

Hope you enjoy!

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I think L at his core is bored by almost everything and everyone. It’s a rarity for something to capture his attention for more than a few fleeting minutes, interesting only until he’s turned his watchful gaze onto it, and stripped it of all its unknowns. You however, and the feelings you stir within him, are an enigma.

L is nothing if not a detective at heart. He’ll observe you to an almost unsettling degree, you’ll feel his dark eyes lingering over you frequently, its borders on unsavoury. He wants to know it all; what’s your favourite food? Your likes and dislikes? What are your interests, your goals and dreams? What kind of soap you use?

If he deems it necessary, he’s not above near stalking measures. He’ll tell himself it’s to make sure you’re safe, regardless of your own opinion on the matter. I don’t even think he would perceive it as “wrong” - how could it be, when he’s just trying to protect you? He knows best; it’s for your own good. Even if the true goal is just to sate his own curiosity about you.

Maybe it is from place of authenticity, of wanting to be the very best for you, and the more informed he is about you and your preferences, the better he can be. Or is it truly just some basal desire to consume any piece of information he can about you? You've burrowed deep, and he’s starving for it. He may even set up little tests, secret things put in place purely to garner your reaction to them, and store the information away for later.

I think the core of it (aside from his innate curiosity) is protectiveness - it’s hard to get into Ls circle of trust, but once you’re in, he’s watching you like a hawk, and you’re under his protection whether you like it or not.

On a lighter note (hehe) - L spoils you, constantly buys you little gifts, or even just keeps stock of things you use on a daily basis (you don’t need to ask, he knows what you like, knows when you're running low). He won’t let you pay for a thing. A part of me considers that he may do this, even subconsciously, to make you more dependent on him. He likes to feel needed/important to you, likes his ego stroked.

He can be abrasive - although there is an air of disconnected politeness from him, a mask - after you have been together for a while, once he knows he’s not going to scare you off, he is not afraid to breach taboo topics, or ask you bold (bordering on inappropriate) questions.

I like the idea that he may start mirroring his partner, subconsciously. Given that he gets to close to them, so into their head, ingrained in their habits, in the sense that he knows so much about them - it’s natural that he may pickup some of their mannerisms.

NSFW warning from this point.

Going off my last post - this man is not shy when it comes to your relationship.

He is unashamed in his interest in you. He’ll stare, unabashed, watching your face for any micro reactions. If you sit down, his eyes are fixed on the spread of your thighs over the seat. Dropped something? He’s watching the curve of your ass or slow reveal of cleavage as you bend over, regardless of where you are.

It’s no secret that L has something of an oral fixation, and you are (fortunately i would say) more often that not at the receiving end of this fixation. He’ll take any opportunity to have his mouth on you - open mouthed kisses, sliding his tongue down the delicate skin of your neck and chest, eating you out slow and methodical, teasing your nipples with his tongue. He wants your fingers in his mouth when you ride him, or wants his thumb pressed flat over your tongue, coated in your spit while he fucks you.

He’s also a very quick learner, and he likes to learn - especially about you. L is calculated, and he’ll turn that analytical mind on you. When you’re together he’s watching, dark eyes glued to your form, taking in every piece of information - every slight furrow of your brow, every little moan, every twitch around him - to deduce what feels best for you (and for him). He might be a bit sloppy and out of practice (or lost in sensation) the first time, but give him 5 minutes and he’ll have you feeling the best you’ve ever felt - hitting just the right angle to make you come undone in record time.

L generally appreciates efficiency more than flair in the bedroom, and he can be selfish to his own needs/desires. He may even be into free use or somno (all consensual, of course). Having said that, I think he’d also love any opportunity to observe you, to pull different reactions out of you; he’d kiss you slow and methodical, and run fingers over you to map the curves of your body to memory.

I think he might get bored of sex sometimes. Definitely not a reflection of his feelings for you, just the boredom that comes from routine, especially with a mind as quick and ravenous as his.

I can picture him fucking you from behind while he works on his laptop, balancing the device on your tailbone, or on his stomach while you ride him - dark eyes glued to the screen. The only indication that he feels any of what you’re doing is the slight flush over his cheeks, and the little puffs of air he’s letting out. He might even interrupt you midway to get up and find a different usb, or report in a different room - the whir of his mind a constant priority.

In retaliation, i’m sure you’d find new ways to spark his interest, to quiet the constant flow of thoughts in his head.

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I’ll cut it off there as i could genuinely rant about him forever...

I hope you enjoyed, and thankyou so much for your message!

[mrsblaileen]

some people write L as shy and reserved, but i don’t think that man has ever been shy or genuinely embarrassed about anything in his life.

he’s not concerned with how people perceive him, or societal expectations outside of how it may dictate other people’s behaviour, which matters to him only as he directly observes/studies them.

atleast for the latter part of his life, his every whim and preference is constantly catered for. he lives comfortably, with everything adhered to his exact tastes.

Not to say he’s an objectively bad person (i could rant forever about how he twists the law to enact his own concept of what justice is), or doesn’t struggle - but he’s self-admittedly childish, relatively egotistical, and likes/expects things to go his way.

all of this to say - he would not care about relationship norms or what is appropriate, in public or otherwise. he’s doing whatever he wants (within reason, obviously) and whatever he feels like, whenever he feels like it.

edit: longer drabble here

[mrsblaileen]

levi likes making out sloppy style when he fucks

that’s all have a great night

[mrsblaileen]

thinking about being childhood friends with erwin, or maybe even just schoolmates. either way - in your teenage years you’re friendly with each other.

he’s a bit dweeby, unsure of himself - can’t read a social cue to save his life - but he’s sweet, and smart, and kind. he doesn’t have many friends, but you like that, like his quiet intensity.

it’s obvious that he has a bit of a crush on you. maybe you even kiss - chaste and fumbling like teenagers do. you let him down gently, too focused on your future for puppy love.

and so you go your seperate ways. he enrols in the scouts, maybe you go into the military police, or something political/academic.

life goes on.

until you run into him again years later by chance, at some fundraiser, some gala. but this time he’s not the mild mannered, stick of a boy that you knew in your youth.

he’s the 13th commander of the survey corps; widely respected, intelligent, charismatic. he’s tall, and broad, and classically handsome. he’s grown.

and you’ve grown too.

and maybe he never grew out of that childhood fondness for you, and now that you’re back in his orbit, it’s eating him alive.

[mrsblaileen]

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y’all I’m cooking up the most dastardly levi/reader/erwin oneshot

[mrsblaileen]

Chain of Command

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader/Erwin Smith

Basic Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Oral Sex, Top Erwin Smith, Switch Levi Ackerman, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Cuckolding but not really, Forced Orgasm, Hair-pulling, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Shameless Smut. MINORS DNI 18+

✎ Words: 4,625

✎ Chapters: 1/1

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The life of a scout was a dangerous one, which made each and every day a blessing in its own right. But this moment - with your Captain slotted between your thighs, strands of ink black hair splayed across his forehead, kissing the top of his pink dusted cheekbones as he thrusted down into you - you think this might be the closest to heaven you'll ever get. Unfortunately, someone has forgotten to lock the office door, and who else other than the Commander of the Survey Corps would walk in? Just your luck.

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You had been a scout for just over eight months.

Admittedly, not a particularly long time, but with the daily hazards and general danger native to the role, you were happy to take each and every day as a certified blessing.

And right now - with your new Captain slotted between your thighs, strands of ink black hair splayed across his forehead, kissing the top of his pink dusted cheekbones as he thrusted down into you - you think the might be the closest to heaven you'll ever get.

"So good for me..." He murmured, and leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, heated kiss. Your head spun when you felt his teeth graze against your lower lip.

You had been pleased when you discovered that the ruthless, sometimes downright cruel Captain was actually deeply passionate in bed. Something of a hidden romantic, and sufficiently softened by pleasure, he bordered even on affectionate at times. This was a little fact that was not good for your heart.

You sighed in contentment, breaking the kiss to slide your hands over his shoulders, tugging down in an attempt to pull the Captain closer to you. Levi fixed you with the ghost of a gentle smile, and you pushed out your bottom lip into a pout.

Acquiescing, he leaned down to crowd over you, caging you against the hard desk and his heated body. You hummed, satisfied, and trailed your arms up over his toned back, fingers gripping onto his flesh tightly, running your nails over dimples of scars.

Levi grazed his teeth over your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath ghost over your sweat dappled skin.

"Please Captain, I'm so close..." You moaned into his ear, rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, eyes fluttering closed. With the steady, unhurried plunge of his hips, the grind of him, brushing up deep inside - you could feel the sweet build of an orgasm, bubbling hot in your belly.

Suddenly - to your utter surprise, and dismay - the warmth of the Captains body was gone.

As if broken from a spell, you frowned and blinked your eyes open. Confused by the sight of Levi, stood upright, head turned away from you, face drawn into a scowl. 

Levi let out a deep, distinctly unhappy noise, almost a growl.

Your brows furrowed, and you rolled your head to the side, eyes roaming, following the Captains gaze to investigate what had him so distracted, so bristled. and... 

Well, shit.

Stood, with his broad back pressed against the now closed office door, was none other than Erwin Smith.

The Commander of the Survey Corps. 

You had met the man only a handful of times - elusive and busy as he was - half of which had been spent trying furiously to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

The Commander was a legend, a polarizing figure to be sure, but in your eyes a valiant, courageous leader willing to brave things your average soldier wouldn't dream of.

The fact that he was also outrageously handsome certainly didn't hurt either. All wide shoulders and thick muscles hidden under crisp white shirts, perfectly buttoned. Blond hair smoothed down neat. But sometimes, if the wind rustled just right, it would cascade over his forehead, rest over his blue eyes, crystalline; so deep you could trip and drown in them. 

And now, finally gifted an audience with the man, here you were; a freshly anointed scout, splayed on your back, legs spread over your Captain's desk, stark naked with his cock buried in your cunt, begging him to make you cum.

You blubbered, opening your mouth a few times to find that all words had escaped you in the face of such an unbelievable situation.

It certainly didn't help that Levi apparently had no intentions of stopping the steady buck of his hips, in fact, he seemed to be intent on speeding up.

A particularly deep thrust tugged you out of your spiraling thoughts, earning a surprised moan.

You caught Levi's icy gaze, and you could almost hear his taunting voice "eyes on me, brat" as he looked down at you, stormy eyes burning with a glint of affection, of distinct possessiveness.

"Sampling the new recruits are we, Levi?" Erwin offered a lighthearted remark, apparently unperturbed by the obscene sight in front of him. The Commanders deep, smooth voice had your stomach doing flips.

Levi scowled and straightened his back, head lifted in defiance; rolling his broad shoulders as he continued to slide into you.

If you weren't writhing below him, the only betrayal of the fact that he was currently balls deep inside of you was the tinge of pink across his face, and the way his usually sharp, steely eyes were hooded slightly, and hazed with pleasure. Based on the glint in the Commanders eye, he had deduced the same.

Head equally as clouded as the Captains, you barely registered the sound of the Commander approaching the desk, heavy boots thumping over the smooth wood floors until he was facing Levi at the opposing edge of the table, hovering just above your line of sight. 

You tilted your head back to look up at him, one eye winked closed against the sparks of pleasure as you jostled, breathing out small noises with each of Levi's continuous, steady thrusts.

The Commanders cool gaze flicked down to meet yours, and a wave of unabashed desire crashed over you at his expression, a crack in his cool, collected mask.

He liked it.

"She's pretty." Erwin pondered, the unprovoked compliment from the Commander made your cheeks burn hot.

Levi grumbled, annoyance evident in the sudden roughness of his thrusts, the snap of his hips making you whimper.

Fixing you with an almost sly smile, the Commander settled down into the chair nearest your head. The wood creaked slightly under his weight as he leaned forward, so close you could feel the fabric of his shirt tickle the crown of your head. The heady scent of crisp, clean pine flooded your nose.

An embarrassing noise of surprise caught in your throat when one of the Commanders big, warm hands slid over your chest, stopping to pinch at a pebbled nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingers.

"What an interesting team building technique, Captain." Erwin teased, goosebumps prickled over your skin as he craned his head to press a soft kiss to the crux of your shoulder.

Levi watched the motion, eyes low lidded and heavy as they raked over your body, caught on where the Commander's hands were roaming, pinching at your soft, sweat glistened skin. The sensation made you gasp, and Levi groaned deep in his throat as you clenched around him.

The Commanders thick fingers sifted through your hair, lacing through the strands and tugging your head up, away from the comfort of the desk below. At this new angle, you could watch the roll of Levi's toned hips, eyes peering over the curve of your chest to rest on where his heavy cock was sliding into you, watching yourself twitch instinctively around him.

The sight alone stoked the simmering in your lower stomach to near boiling point.

You let out a whine when you felt Erwin lean down, chair creaking at the motion, to press his cheekbone up against your own, a slight prickle against your skin where his stubble was just starting to peek through. You felt his soft lips brush against your cheek as he rumbled, low and unexpected into your ear.

"Is Captain Levi making you feel good, Cadet?" 

You nodded your head frantically in response, jaw dropped open as you huffed out little moans, timed with each buck of your Captains hips. And it was true, you couldn't remember the last time you felt this good, the last time you were this pleasure drunk just from taking cock.

You felt Levi's darkened eyes on your face, caught on the glimmer of spit glossed over your pretty pink lips as you moaned, felt him stutter against you. 

"Erwin..." Levi rasped; a warning.

He fixed Erwin with a look as threatening as he could muster while his mind was so shrouded with pleasure, preoccupied with the dizzying sensation of you writhing below him; squeezing, warm and wet around his cock.

Erwin persisted, innocently pressing an open mouthed kiss to your fevered skin, voice velvety. "Tell him how good it feels, Cadet."

Levi was panting now. The roll of hips becoming sloppy and unsteady. He fixed Erwin with a burning, heavy look, thin brows furrowed.

"ah- Erwin don't..." He huffed, voice uncharacteristically hoarse.

The Commander paid no mind, tightening the hand in your hair, pulling your head up further so you could meet Levi's lust blown eyes.

Erwin gazed up at Levi from where his cheek was still pressed up against yours. You could feel his lips tug up into a knowing smile against your skin. His cool blue eyes burned a hole into the Captain.

You felt Levi shiver. His face was blushed pink, angled brows knitted together.

He was pinned under the intensity of your collective gaze. His pretty, fucked out subordinate, and his ruthless Commander - both looking up at him, expectantly. 

"Go on, tell him." Erwin murmured, steady hand threaded tight and burning against your scalp, where he held your limp head up.

You felt yourself shudder at his words, his commanding tone. You're sure that he could ask you to do anything at all, and in this moment, you would - without question.

You blinked up at Levi, and he looked dazed; brows quirked up in worry, mouth open to let out little pants.

"-mmmhmfucking my pussy so good Captain." You slurred, eyelids heavy, eyes glossed and syrupy as you fought the rising waves of pleasure, desperate to maintain eye contact with your Captain, to do what the Commander asked of you.

Levi's breath hitched. 

You felt Erwin's mouth crack into a smile.

You doubled down. “Gonna -hah... make me cum, sir…"

"ah- Fuck!" Levi's hips stuttered and his eyes rolled back, breaking from the intensity of your gaze, throat bobbing as he tossed his head back to let out a filthy moan.

Erwin's fingers pressed against your scalp and pushed forward, tucking your chin down to your chest; forcing your eyes down to watch Levi as he shuddered against you; abs tensed as he rutted his heavy, throbbing cock into you, spurting hot inside you with a low whine, deep in his chest as he came undone.

Your eyes were bleary, vision fuzzy at the edges as you watched his toned chest heave, frowning a pout as his hips slowed and he slipped out of you with a gasp.

You couldn't help but whine; the pleasure steadily building in your belly brought to a halt, dissipating with the lack of contact.

Levi fixed Erwin with a chilling glare, expression aimed to be dark, but inadvertently softened by the lingering sparks of pleasure.

"Bastard." He growled. "Did that on purpose."

"Hmm." Erwin hummed, shrewd smile still ghosting over his lips as he met Levi's icy gaze, unbothered. 

You whined below them, fighting the heaviness in your limbs to rut down against where Levi left you empty, chasing the remnants of pleasure which had been stripped away so suddenly.

Erwin gazed down at you thoughtfully, tilting his head as he released you from his grasp, hands instead petting over your forehead to smooth away the strands of hair he had disrupted.

"Something you need?" Erwin mused, tucking a loose thread of hair behind your ear, surprisingly tender.

"Please, Commander..." You whimpered, arching your back up off the desk to spread your legs wider, rocking down onto the empty air desperately. 

You heard Levi groan in response.

Erwin stopped the slide of his hand over your head, and stood from his chair.

Effortlessly, he leaned forward, grabbing your legs, twisting them around to slide you over to the short edge of the desk.

"I'm sorry, I've been rude, haven't I?" Erwin murmured, sweet as honey.

He circled the desk until he was stood in front of you, settled between your legs.

Goosebumps prickled over the skin of your calves when you felt his wide hands eclipse your ankles, and tug you down until your tailbone teetered on the edge of the desk closest to him.

"I have the utmost respect for our Cadets, you know."

His hands dropped from your ankles, and you watched, dazed, as his fingers trailed down to grip his belt buckle, tugging the leather open, his other hand pulled his shirt free from the confines of his slacks. 

"Here, let me show you." His voice was a low, heated whisper - the sound made your legs weak.

Your mouth went dry when he popped the button of his pants, and hooked a thumb over the waistline to tug them down.

Erwin was smiling, a knowing, teasing smirk when his cock sprang free, and you licked your lips at the sight.

He was big, hard, curved to where he was pressed up against his lower stomach; leaving wet spots of pre cum in the soft blond tufts of hair, trailing down from his belly button to the base of him.  

"Something you want?" Came his teasing voice, interrupting your twisting thoughts as you watched his hand wrap around his thickness to pump a few times, leisurely.

Your head was nodding before you could even think, fingers gripped onto the wood of the desk to spread your legs wider, to let him slot between them and brush his cock up over your soaking arousal.

You were speechless, unable to conjure any sound aside from a primal moan when Erwin slipped inside.

Your eyes shot up to his, to watch his face curl in satisfaction as your wanting pussy sucked him in, already slick and sopping from where Levi’s heavy cock had worked you open. If you weren't so stunned, you'd feel embarrassed at the obscene, wet sound of the motion.

"Look what a mess you've made, Levi." Erwin mused as his hips came to a halt, cock stuffed about halfway into you. He ran a thumb over your folds, where you were sure Levi's cum was dribbling out, around the push of his cock. Little sparks of pain nipped up your legs at the stretch.

Levi's brow twitched almost imperceptibly at the comment, and you could see the bite of a remark building on his tongue.

Erwin tore his eyes away from where you were connected, to fix his steady gaze on Levi.

He tilted his head, and you watched carefully smoothed strands of gold hair slide out of place. Traces of a smirk danced on his lips.

"Why don't you come and clean it up?"

A beat of silence.

Then, Levi rounded the table.

Erwin tracked the motion of the Captain as he stalked over, silently twisting his body to allow the other man to slot in to the corner of the desk beside him.

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Levi craned his head down without a word, letting his lips part. You watched a few black locks of his hair slide forward, twirling in front of his eyes.

You let out a hiss of air through your teeth when you felt his tongue, hot and smooth, slide flat over your neglected, throbbing clit.

"-ah!" You cried, the sound pitched high and spineless at the unexpected sensation.

You bucked your hips up to chase the friction of his mouth, inadvertently pressing down further onto Erwin - caught between where both their bodies were touching you.

The mix of sensations was overwhelming; the stretch of the Commanders cock, brushed up and stilled inside you. Your Captain, pressing kitten licks over your clit, still twitching and over sensitive from your ruined orgasm.

Not allowing you even a moment to adjust, Erwin finally began to roll his hips, fingers gripped onto the soft flesh of your waist as he pumped into you, slow and deep. Your eyes crossed and rolled back.

You felt Levi's cool breath over your lower belly, puffed out of his nose, frustration building each time he was bumped by Erwin's hips. 

Erwin's hand slid down to rest on the nape of Levi's neck, feathering up through inky strands to hold his head still, so he could run his tongue over you properly.

"Thaaats right." Erwin groaned, satisfied, rocking his hips leisurely as he watched you writhe against the Captain, working his mouth over you. "Need to make it up to her for coming so quickly, hm Levi?" 

You're sure your Captain would have bit back with some remark, if not for the pacifying hand fisted through his hair, locking him in place. 

To your delight, he instead responded by doubling down on his efforts; drawing wide, languid circles over your pussy, sharp jaw moving in tandem with his tongue.

"FuckkkyesssCaptain." You moaned, bucking your hips up against his tongue, the smooth motion a welcome relief from the nips of pain as the Commander stretched you open. 

You could feel the vibration of Levi's groans against your pussy, sending sparks of red hot pleasure up your spine. Your fingers grasped at the edge of the desk, trying desperately to ground yourself, head swimming - the burning heat in your lower stomach simmering, so close, once again, to spilling over.

"Breathe, sweetheart." Erwin teased, running his spare hand over the crease of your hip as he continued to fuck into you. 

You were writhing below him, making pathetic, desperate sounds, back arched off the desk and lifting your hips up. In your pleasure muddled mind you were unsure if you were trying to get away from them, or push yourself closer.

Levi growled, and his hand shot up, wrapping over your shaking thighs to hold you down, trap you in place as he lifted his head up slightly. "Stop squirming..." He rumbled.

His stormy eyes were glazed over as he mouthed a gentle kiss over your clit, then pressed his lips flat and sucked, eyes fluttering closed with a moan - lost in the taste of you.

The tense coil of building pleasure snapped in an instant, not even enough time to warn them, to do anything other than choke out a moan - you were cumming.

Thighs shuddering against the Captains toned forearms, he kept himself firmly attached to you as you whined and bucked.

The Commander let out a deep groan, eyes dropped to watch you clench and twitch helplessly around him, still maintaining his steady pace, fucking you through it.

As you came back down, any words died on your tongue - you were rendered mute by the continued mix of sensations.

Your nerves were fried by your orgasm, overwhelmed by the relentless slide of the Commander, still rocking inside, and the brush of the Captains tongue, still rolling hard over your overstimulated clit.

You winced, they were oil to the fire - the residual sparks of pleasure caught alight and burning hot enough to burn.

You shook your head frantically, whining low and deep in your chest. "-ts too much, Commander!" You sobbed, tears beginning to bubble up.

Erwin considered you for a moment, softened blue eyes catching on the tear drops gathering on your lashes.

His hips slowed to a steady roll before he tugged Levi's head up, detaching him from you; earning an argumentative groan from the Captain, and a sigh of relief from you.

Your teary eyes caught on the string of saliva connecting Levi's mouth and your pussy, hanging in the air for a second before it split.

You watched, mouth dropped open in awe as Erwin tilted his thick hips, hand still gripped tight over the back of Levi's head, to slip his cock out of your sopping cunt, and slide it up against Levi's parted lips.

The Captains brows twitched, annoyance evident in his expression at having been interrupted, his mouth still blushed and wet with your arousal. 

Levi gazed up at Erwin with glazed grey eyes, studying the Commanders face through low-lidded, dark lashes. Then to your utter surprise, he dropped his jaw open, letting his pink tongue slide out as his eyes traced over the Commander; an open invitation. 

Erwin groaned low in his throat, and slapped his heavy cock against Levi's waiting tongue.

Despite yourself, you felt a fresh pang of arousal light in your belly at the obscene image playing out in front of you. Your eyes, still bleary from your orgasm, were glued onto the mix of saliva and pre cum pooling on the Captains tongue.

Levi eased himself to the ground next to the desk, his fingers gripped onto the fabric of Erwin's slacks, still pulled up over his thick thighs, using the Commanders unwavering form to keep him steady as he settled his knees on the smooth wood panels of the floor.

Erwin hummed in appreciation, and slid his cock, bruised purple and throbbing, along Levi's tongue; sighing when the Captain responded by wrapping his lips around him, and hollowed his cheeks, dark eyes still burning as he held Erwin's gaze from where he was kneeling down at his feet.

"This is a much better use for that filthy mouth of yours, Levi..." Erwin's fingers slotted through the Captains inky hair once again, holding his head in place as he began to thrust sloppily.

You heard a low noise from Levi's throat, saw a twitch in his jaw, then Erwin hissed. From the glean in the Captains eye you could gather that he hadn't appreciated the comment.

Erwin tugged Levi up by the hair, a little rougher than before - forcing Levi to release him with an obscene 'pop'.

"No teeth." Erwin tutted, blue eyes swirling with undeniable lust as he studied the Captains face.

Levi's mouth hung open and he let out a small huff, a low whine at the burn in his scalp where the Commander held his head up.

You breathed out a sigh, realizing you'd been biting your lip as you observed the heated exchange. To see your Captain, usually so collected, so in charge, willingly on his knees for the Commander - head titled back and slack jawed open to let him fuck his face - it made your head spin.

Content to have the attention off of you, you let you hands roam over your body. You trailed your fingers down the expanse of your abdomen as you watched, eyes drooped low, and began to tease your fingers over yourself once again, light as a feather.

Levi fixed Erwin with a final, defiant look before he broke the heated eye contact, eyes dropped low in submission.

He tilted his head back, mouth propped open once again, fingers grasped tight over Erwin's thighs.

"Good boy." Erwin breathed, and tapped his fingers gently along the side of Levi's face a few times before he slid his cock back in, and began to pump up into his mouth.

It was a welcome reprieve to be a passive voyeur to the two men in front of you. You let your body relax into the wood of the desk below, elbows bent to keep your body lifted so you could watch your superiors, as you ran teasing fingers over your body, heated sweat now cool to the touch, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

And watch you did - enraptured as the Commander fucked Levi's mouth, thick hips beginning to stutter with each sloppy pump. 

Your eyes caught on the Captain, his eyes slid closed, dark lashes fanned over his cheekbones as he bobbed his head to meet each thrust.  Watching, intoxicated, where his pink tongue would slip out to lick up against the Commanders balls on each thrust, where saliva and cum was beginning to drip out of the corners of his mouth and slide over his hollowed cheeks, down to his angled jaw.

Your eyes threatened to roll back; a wave of desire flooded over you at the vulgar sight. Your fingers snaked down your belly, and you sighed as they ran over your still sensitive heat, touch light and teasing.

Eyes flitted up to Erwin, you groaned.   The Commander, usually so composed, so put together - looked absolutely ruined. His head was thrown back, bollo tie and shirt collar teased open to expose the expanse of his throat; adams apple bobbing as he swallowed between deep groans. 

A slow, deep pleasure began to simmer in your lower stomach once again, as you worked your fingers in tight, practiced circles.

Erwin suddenly cocked his head forward, face tilted downward toward Levi, mouth slack. You watched as golden strands of hair sprang loose and twirled over his blue eyes, blown wide and glossed over.

Levi slowed the bob of his head knowingly, slid his mouth down the length of the Commander until his nose was nestled snugly in the swirl of blonde hair at his base. Your eyes slipped to the small stretch of Erwin's cock, left untouched.

You watched, mesmerized, as the veins twitched, and the Commander came, pulsing hot down Levi's throat.

"Fuck Levi, that's it - take it." Erwin gasped, abdomen curled and abs tensing as he rutted his hips ever so slightly into Levi's mouth, fingers still laced through his dark hair.

Levi cracked an eye open, steely gaze wandering over Erwin's pleasure strewn face for a few moments, breathing heavy through his nose, before he tapped his fingers where they were splayed against the Commanders thigh. In an instant, Erwin released his grasp on the Captains head, stepping back on shaky legs to allow Levi to slip him out of his mouth.

Released from the Erwin's tight grasp, Levi twisted his abdomen to the side, leaned until his head was angled over the dustbin at the base of the desk. He spat into it, wiping the back of his hand up over his mouth before he eased himself up from the floor, groaning slightly at the effort, brushing dust off his knees.

"Sorry..." Erwin offered, sheepishly. "Are you alright?"

Levi scoffed, raised his arms to run his fingers through his dark hair, smoothing the mess of strands from the Commanders wandering hands back into place. "Tch. Don't flatter yourself, it'll take more than that."

Fingers trailing along the edge of the desk, Levi turned, and fixed his eyes on you.

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took you in; leaned back on your elbow, eyes lidded low and mouth parted in a pant as you rubbed your fingers over yourself.

"Enjoying the show, are we?" He teased, voice gritty from the abuse of his throat.

If you weren't so viciously turned on, you might have found the shame to be embarrassed. Your eyes dropped down. From the way the Captains cock was pressed up against his lower stomach, blushed red and leaking - you'd assume he felt similarly.

Levi rounded the table, slender fingers grasped the back of your head when he reached you, roughly tugging your head up to crash his lips into yours, impatient.

You tilted your head to meet him, and he groaned; licking up, hot and open mouthed to run his tongue over yours. You whined into his mouth, tasting remnants of yourself and the Commander, musky on his tongue.

To your disappointment, Levi broke the kiss, huffing out short breaths as he captured himself in his hand and gave a few slow, teasing strokes.

"Roll over, on your belly." He murmured to you, voice dropped low and soft, thumb rolled soothing, affectionate circles where it rested over your hipbone.

His eyes, sharp and cutting, shot back to the Commander, who met his intense gaze with a sweet smile; feigning innocence where he had nestled himself in Levi's chair, thick thighs spread wide. 

"And you - keep your fucking mouth shut this time, Erwin."

Erwin's smile widened, palm running over himself, unhurried.

"Whatever you say, Captain."

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[mrsblaileen]

y’all I’m cooking up the most dastardly levi/reader/erwin oneshot

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“It's possible that he (levi) just likes tall people”

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