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sukudookie · 2 days ago

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i love connie 😭😭😭

🔞 NSFW 🔞

best friend!connie who’s always made you laugh and feel comfortable in every situation, even going as far as to make an absolute fool of himself on purpose so that the attention is on him instead of you when something embarrassing happens to you.

best friend!connie who knows his friends are hot and he never cared before, until you joined the group.

best friend!connie has always been the best friend—the comic relief, the guy everyone loves but never the first choice. he doesn’t even let himself want you because he’s never been the guy who gets the girl. that just doesn’t happen to him. girls like you always end up with guys like eren, jean, even armin. connie is the one the girl comes back to when it all falls apart—the one who makes them laugh through their tears, who offers comfort when they’re heartbroken over one of his friends.

best friend!connie who gets drunk off his ass, pulling you along with him—not because he has to, but because you want to be right there with him— taking shots like it’s a contest together, dancing on tables like idiots, jumping into the pool naked without a second thought. everyone else is just too lame and he knows he’s the most entertaining person there. it’s practically his job to be the most fun guy at the party, effortlessly make sure everyone has a good time.

best friend!connie who watches with bated breath as jean approaches you with a drink and clearly puts on his fuck boy aura to flirt with you. you’re laughing at something jean said and connie is already turning away to take shots with sasha and pushing it to the back of his head. he’s used to this.

best friend!connie who is genuinely surprised when you laugh and actually tell him about jean basically asking you to fuck upstairs in his parents bedroom like it’s hilarious. you turned down his hot friend because you’re interested in him and he doesn’t even know it.

best friend!connie who gets dared to kiss you and doesn’t even hesitate the second you roll your eyes at the dare and smile. you even laugh when he stumbles to crawl over to you while playfully and stupidly saying, “pucker up, daddy’s coming,” with a growl, like the comedic idiot he is.

best friend!connie thinks it’s just a silly dare when your lips meet. he plays it up, dramatic as ever, making ridiculous, “om nom nom” noises as he slobbers all over your face, barely counting as an actual kiss. you’re giggling hard, eyes squeezed shut, leaning back as you half-heartedly push at his chest while you take his wet assault, and to him, it’s just another joke—another bit to keep you laughing.

but then, just as he’s about to pull away, you don’t. instead, you press in closer, your lips meeting his with something softer, slower—something real. his breath catches, eyes widening as the world around him blurs, everything else fading except for the softness of your sweet lips. not for a dare, not for a joke, but like you mean it.

best friend!connie just blinks at you as you finally pull away, his lips still tingling from the kiss. he’s frozen, stuck in place while you blush and glance away shyly. around you, the group erupts—laughter, cheers, the usual reactions—but it all feels distant, muffled. because somehow, he’s the only one who seems to realize that wasn’t just a dare. that felt real.

best friend!connie laughs off sasha’s claim that he’s acting differently since the kiss. he’s still the same—outgoing, laughing with his friends, but somehow quieter, less reckless, and more in his head. he brushes it off, but there’s something he can’t ignore. you’re acting differently too. he swears you’ve been stealing glances at him when he isn’t looking, and every time he catches you, your eyes quickly dart away.

best friend!connie hears a knock on the door of jean’s guest bedroom as he’s changing after the party winds down. he assumes it’s jean and calls out teasingly, “time for all the horsies to go to their stall for the night, jean.” but when he turns to see who it actually is, his heart nearly stops. there you are, standing against the back of the closed door, watching him with a heat to your face. your gaze slipping down to his bare chest and abs.

best friend!connie asks, “aren’t you sleeping in the guest room downstairs with the girls?” and when you don’t answer, he assumes you just want to sleep in his bed. it’s not unusual; when you sleep at his apartment, you always sleep in his bed. if anything it’s too platonic because your feet end up in his face by the morning time.

best friend!connie makes a little tease, “not talking, huh?” when you silently just pick up his discarded shirt off the floor, turn around, take off your own shirt, and throw his on instead. you pause and look at him over your shoulder. you don’t say anything and you just look away with an unreadable expression.

best friend!connie who watches you with furrowed brows as you move to stand in front of the bed and you don’t speak or move. now he’s actually growing concerned, so he walks up to your back and taps your shoulder, asking, “anyone home?”

you turn to him slowly and you look into his eyes, then his lips, and then his naked abdomen that you’ve seen many many times before.

his heart skips a beat when you raise a shaky hand and rest it on the middle of his chest, glancing up at him quickly like you’re afraid you might be crossing a line. he just blinks at you and then at your hand on his chest.

he laughs nervously when you don’t speak. “whatcha doin’ there?”

you shrug and mutter, “nothing,” but you both watch your hand as it descends, sliding slowly onto the ridges of his abs and then to the hem of his sweatpants where his breath gets caught in his throat.

you’re both staring at it and connie’s breath is growing quicker as his heart races.

he’s going to ask what you’re doing more seriously but you speak before he can.

“do— um,” you pause, “do you shave?”

connie blinks up at you from your stagnant hand and almost snickers. “do i.. shave? what, like my pubes?”

you finally look up at him and you look a sliver embarrassed that he’s holding back a laugh.

“yeah, do you?” you double down despite your fluster.

“not really,” he shrugs and gives you a playful smile, “wanna find out?”

he’s joking, clearly. but your eyes widen and you lick your lips before nodding.

“wait,” he says taken aback as you pull him to sit on the edge of the bed, “are you serious?”

you say a quick, “mhm!” as you quickly fall down on your knees between his legs and begin pulling on the hem of his sweatpants. he leans on his hands behind him.

he begins stuttering, a deep blush forming on his face as you act like you’re gnawing at the bone to see his pubes.

he grabs one of your hands on the hem of his sweatpants and holds it still. “didn’t you already see everything earlier at the pool?”

you’ve, in fact, seen glimpses of his manhood a few times over the months you’ve been friends with him. unhinged connie is a strip drunk and he feels more free when he’s naked.

“well yeah but,” you shrug, “i— uh— didn’t get a good look.”

he lets out a huff but he has a curious expression on his face, he teases, “why do you want to see my pubes, perv?”

you know it’s a joke but your entire face heats up to a dangerous degree, which is rare for connie to see in you considering you’re both usually quite silly around eachother. “because— um—”

you’re stuttering, clearly thinking of an excuse but it doesn’t take long for you to give up and spill your guts.

you look him in the eye and begin to word vomit. “i thought if your pants were off then it wouldn’t be so weird if i started sucking your dick, because it’s right there in my face.”

he blinks at you like he’s suddenly even more confused. in another situation, he’d laugh till his stomach hurts at that response and logic but it’s you who’s saying it. his crush is saying she wants to put his dick in her mouth.

“you want to s-suck my dick?”

“yes,” you mutter as if all your inhibitions have been broken down.

he’s still confused. “sorry— uh— why would you want to do that?”

“don’t guys like that?”

“sure,” he snickers, “but want want to suck my dick just because you think i’ll like it? friends don’t really—”

you interrupt him with a yank to his sweatpants down in frustration as you say, “i don’t want to just be your friend, stupid.”

he pauses, not even flinching when his sweatpants fall to his ankles, leaving him exposed inches from your face. he’s not wearing underwear, but that’s just how connie is—always going commando. you, however, don’t seem fazed by it, acting like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

he laughs nervously, “what do you mean you don’t want to just be my friend?”

you sit up on your knees, look him in the eye, and drop your hands onto his thighs, close enough to his dick that it twitches.

“i want to fuck you,” you say bluntly and almost aggressively, “kiss you, lick you, bite you. wanna feel you in my throat and my womb.”

his eyes flicker wide for a brief moment before he plays it off with a not so subtle nervous huff, “you sure you’re not looking for jean’s room? it’s down the hall. maybe eren?”

your brows furrow. “no.”

“are you drunk?”

you groan because he knows you’re not drunk anymore. “if you’re gonna reject me just say it and get it over with.”

“no, no,” he says quickly as his hands move to grip your wrists lightly, “i’m just a little surprised.”

“how??” you say like he’s crazy, “i’ve been giving you hints this whole time, stupid.”

your hand slowly drags towards his cock that’s already half hard and his hand holding your wrist encourages it.

“hints? no, you haven’t—” he hisses as you wrap your hand around his cock, “name one time.”

you passionately huff like he’s crazy as you begin to slowly stroke up to his tip and then back down. “that time i sat on your lap the whole drive to jean’s cabin even though there was a seat open??”

he grunts a bit as his cock hardens in your hand. “you— ngh—said the middle seat hurt your tailbone.”

you roll your eyes at him. “you seriously believed that?”

his hips buck up slightly as you rotate your wrist around his tip. “yeah, because you said it!” he persists like he’s stating the obvious.

“okay, and how about the time i ‘accidentally’ left the door unlocked while i was changing into a swimsuit in your room?” you look at him with a deadpanned expression as your pace quickens.

“fuck,” he groans before trying to focus on your conversation with lustful, lidded eyes, “t-thought eren and jean were teasing me for having a crush on you.”

jean and eren must have pushed connie into walking into his room as you were changing somehow, though you clearly wanted it to happen anyways.

subconsciously, your grip gets tighter around his length and your stroking stutters, “you have a crush on me?”

connie can’t even answer because before you know it, jizz is slurting up and landing on your face and hand as he whines like he’s in pain. he’s jerking his hips up into your hand to ride out his high as his eyes clench shut and his abs clench inward.

“fucking yeah, i have a crush on you,” he says as he catches his breath and opens his eyes, “everyone of the guys do.”

you look so hopeful and happy as you look up at him, cum painted all over your face. he can’t help but snicker and burst out laughing at the sight. “you have jizz all over your face.”

“shut up,” you hit his chest with your clean hand because he’s ruined the moment, “you idiot. it’s your jizz.”

he settles down and hums proudly. “yeah, it is my jizz.”

you shake your head with a smile before leaning down and taking his soft dick into your mouth, making him hiss in sensitivity and grip onto the back of your hair.

“easy, easy,” he murmurs as you take him into your mouth, coaxing it back to life. he’s not stopping you—some other guy might gently pull you away, might say, ‘you don’t have to do that.’ but not connie, he’d never turn down a blowjob, not from his hot best friend, not after that handjob— and especially when he never thought he’d have you at all.

he busts in your mouth pretty quick, like the second you twist your tongue around his tip, but you certainly don’t mind.

you groan about the taste of his cum after swallowing, smacking your lips and grimacing. “what the fuck do you even eat?” you gripe, while he chuckles and gives you a half hearted apology, wiping your face with one of his shirts.

when connie finally has you on top of him and you’re running his throbbing tip between your smooth folds, he’s immediately licking into your mouth like an idiot and asking you, “are you—mmf— sure? i dont have a condom.”

you immediately pull back and break the kiss right before you were about to sit on his dick, ignoring his attempt at changing your lips. “are you serious?”

he looks offended and dramatically says, “how was i supposed to know you were gonna try to fuck me? jeez, you just pounced on me, i’m a victim.”

you roll your eyes and lift your leg to get off of his lap, making him immediately reach for you and whine, “no, noo! come back, we can use—” he glances around quickly and points at his sock as you walk towards the door, “we can use a sock!!”

your jaw just about drops at how serious he is, you look back at him, and you pause with your hand on the door handle. “a sock??”

“w-well yeah,” a cheerful, hopeful face expression blooms on him as he perks up and his dick twitches, “should work, right?”

you mutter an ‘oh my god’ to yourself. “connie, i’m not putting your dirty fucking sock in my body!”

“it’s clean!” he claims loudly and you just shoot him a look before leaving.

you race to jean’s room across the hall and knock incessantly until he opens up with a yawn.

he says your name groggily as he rubs his eye, “what’s wrong?”

“uhh,” you rush and point behind him into his room, “you got any condoms?”

that wakes him up, quick. “condoms? you want condoms?”

you nod quickly and put your hands together in a pleading gesture. “yes, please.”

he blinks at you and then down at your body. “you wanna come in?”

he clearly thinks you woke him up just to fuck him because you changed your mind. you laugh nervously and shake your head. “thank you but i just need a condom.”

his brows furrow in confusion. “uh— for what?” jean almost thinks you and sasha are going to fill it up with water or something stupid.

you look at him with confusion of your own, like it should be obvious. “to have sex,” you say like you’re almost concerned he doesn’t know what they’re used for.

he blinks at you, like you’re the stupid one. “with who?”

eren and the other guys had gone home a few blocks down and armin is in such a deep sleep on his couch that jean’s almost convinced he’s dead.

“connie,” you utter like it’s no big deal, making jean choke on his own spit, “come on, lemme borrow a condom, please??”

“connie??” he says as he recovers from his cough, “you’re having sex with connie? like right now??”

you nod fervently. “if you could lend me a condom, preferably yes.”

jean’s not used to connie ever being crushed on, he kind of forgot connie was even capable of interactions with women like that. jean walks to his nightstand, still dumbfounded and muttering to himself ‘borrow a condom? lend?,’ and when he walks back to his door way and hands you a condom, he says, “please don’t give it back.” you thank him, kiss his cheek briefly and run back to connie.

connie is already passed out sleeping completely naked when you get back to his room and his dick is sleeping as well.

you crawl on the bed beside him quickly shake him, “connie,wake up!”

he groans and swats you away like he always does. connie is a very heavy sleeper.

“i have a condom,” you say enthusiastically but he doesn’t even stir.

a beat passes as you sigh to yourself.

“connie, if you don’t wake up and fuck me right now, i’ll tell jean that you were the one to leak his nude.”

connie jolts up and gasps with a deep breath like he’s just come back to life. jean’s nude wasn’t just a nude, it was a professional photo he rented a out whole studio for and made some poor guy take pictures of him in nothing but a cowboy hat with a mewing expression on his face.

“w-what happened?” connie asks as he blinks awake and looks around the room frantically like he doesn’t know what woke him up.

you quickly straddle him and throw your shirt off, leaving you in panties, and you hold up the condom with a smile.

connie’s eyes are in spirals when your tits bounce directly in his face; his dick pops up into full mast cartoonishly.

“connie,” you groan and shake the condom in front of his face, “condom. sex. me and you.”

he brightens instantly, life returning to his eyes as he tears open the condom, sticking his tongue out in focus while he rolls it onto his cock.

you’re quick to sit on him to the hilt and he lets out a loud whine as his tip smooches with your cervix like he wasn’t expecting you to shove it in and force your walls open so quickly.

“are you a virgin?” you ask him, out of breath as you cope with his entire six thick inches forcing your insides to conform to it.

he shakes his head as his hands grip your hips and he gazes at where you’re connected. “not anymore.”

you huff and place your hands on his, affectionately, as you begin to slowly grind. “didn’t you say you ‘once fucked a girl for the entire night without breaks’?” you’re mocking him, clearly, because when he had said that to the entire group, you already knew it was a lie because it’s so exaggerated.

he lets out a grunt as you slowly ride him. his eyes glance up to your face as he blushes a bit. “shut up, you literally asked me if i shave.”

“oh yeah?” you ask him encouragingly, and he nods, making you lift your hips up like you’re about to get off of him.

he immediately uses his grip on your hips to slam you back down, making you both groan loudly in ecstasy and he grunts, “no, no please stay down.”

you can’t help but give in, lifting your hips before dropping back down just as he did moments ago. every bounce forces a strangled grunt or whine from connie, his abs tensing hard each time your hips slam against his—like he’s fighting desperately not to cum.

“are you gonna cum?” you ask out of breath with furrowed brows, and he shakes his head fervently.

“no, noo,” he groans with eyes clenched shut, “please don’t say that.”

you lean down and press your lips to his ear, “gonna cum baby? gonna cum in my pussy?”

“oh fuuuck,” he groans out comically, like he knows he doesn’t stand a chance. “why?? whyy?” he draws the words out, whining and groaning through the syllables; it’s like he’s asking why you would purposely make him cum so fast when you know he’s trying to hold back.

sadly the next time you thrust him into your warm body, connie stalls, his eyes roll to the back of his head, his toes curl, and he pushes up into you with his ass clenched as to keep himself up. theres space between his ass and the bed because he’s pushing the both of you up like you’re riding a horse as he cums into the condom.

“sorry sorry sorry,” he repeats as he rides his high, letting his hips jump in small spurts every now and then like he’s trying to breed you instinctively.

you huff in amusement as he calms down and his dick slowly starts softening inside of you.

“fuck,” he curses as he sits up to lean back on his hands, “you didn’t cum.”

you shake your head and snicker. “no but, that was really hot.”

“oh yeah?” he smiles playfully as he quickly switches your positions so your back hits the bed with a laugh. “was it so hot watching me cum?” he’s teasing you.

he leans into your face and licks his lips before gently pressing his them to yours, his cock suddenly growing inside of you as your tongues nudge one another’s. you moan into his mouth as his cock opens and stretches your walls once again.

he pulls back and smiles at you. “gonna make you cum so hard,” he says confidently, making you laugh.

“is that right?” you ask with an amused expression.

he nods and pulls his dick out of you, slowly, making the both of you hiss.

he’s on his knees between your legs and pulls off the cum filled condom. he curses to himself as he tries and fails to tie it up a few times because it’s slippery and he’s never done it before. once he finally gets it, he tosses it on the floor and you cringe in slight disgust.

“it’s fine,” he dismisses as he leans down and settles on his stomach between your legs. he stares at your pussy like he’s in a daze.

“stop staring,” you groan, pushing halfheartedly at his head. he ignores you and licks his lips.

“gonna devour this pussy. grab onto my hair,” he says confidently with a stupid growl and before you can even say anything, he shoves his head between your thighs, latching onto your little nub and sucking it into his wet mouth.

you gasp and immediately grip his head because he doesn’t have any hair to hold onto.

“what fucking hair??” you can’t help but whine your words out.

he rotates between kitten licking and sucking on different parts of your labia, he’s clearly excited.

he mumbles something against your pussy and your back arches at the vibrations.

“KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”

your eyes immediately widen and flick to the closed door and connie freezes in his track but doesn’t take his mouth off of your slit. it’s like you’re both waiting for them to leave, whoever it is at the door.

“connie?” armin’s gentle, tired voice calls from behind the door, “are you awake?”

you shake your head at connie dramatically, as if telling him to say no, despite the fact that he wouldn’t be able to respond if he were actually asleep.

he releases your clit from his mouth and you can’t help but let out a sharp breath as your abdomen clenches briefly.

connie wipes his mouth and talks casually, “yeah, what’s up?”

you immediately give him a look, as if asking ‘what are you doing??’ and he brushes you off.

“oh okay,” armin begins, “jean said you had something that could help with a hangover?”

connie laughs and stands up with a stretch, “weed? yeah i’ve got weed. come in.”

connie isn’t doing this on purpose to embarrass you, he’s genuinely very comfortable with his friends and he doesn’t really think about how you feel about any of them seeing you naked with a condom on the floor.

the door swings open the moment connie says to come in, and your eyes go wide. despite the fact that most of them have seen you naked, skinny dipping and such, you’re mostly just caught off guard after almost cumming from connie’s mouth. you should’ve just covered yourself as best as you could with your hands, but instinct takes over—you scramble to your feet, grabbing connie’s shirt off the floor instead.

armin walks in and his eyes widen, his jaw drops as he blinks at you, naked and frozen with your tits out and connie’s stupid shirt in your hand, barely covering your pussy. he spots a used condom on the floor by your feet and when armin sees connie standing there with his dick out as well, comfortable and not attempting to cover it at all, he quickly makes a move to close the door again once he puts two and two together.

“s-sorry!” he calls out behind the door, “i- uh- didn’t know you were busy. don’t worry about the s-stuff.”

you sigh at connie and he shrugs.

“not busy at all actually!” you call out sarcastically, more so directed at connie than armin, as you deadpan at connie.

armin stutters after a beat of silence. “o-oh, okay. well, i’ll just go—”

“armin will you do my a favor?” you ask him as you squint at connie with a small tilt to your lips. his brows furrow in confusion as he looks at you.

“uh— sure?” armin says uncertainly.

“will you go tell jean that connie busted inside of me in less than five minutes and instead of continuing to eat me out after, he stopped before i could cum to give you fucking weed?”

armin’s eyes widen behind the door and connie quickly presses you into the wall with his hand over your mouth. his naked body presses into yours as you laugh behind his hand. you know that if jean knew he didn’t make you cum and that he came in less than five minutes, connie would never hear the end of it, not from any of the guys in the group.

hungover armin laughs nervously behind the door as he scratches the back of his head, unsure what to do and he just wishes he wasn’t in the middle of this. “i’m gonna go,” he says more to himself than you guys as he walks away with a hand to his throbbing head.

connie whines as he drops his head into your neck and shoulder, “they’re never gonna let me live that down.”

you shrug and mumble, “it’s the truth,” under his palm.

he grumbles, despite kissing your neck briefly and he drops to his knees.

your brows rise as he lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder. “i’ll make you cum right now.”

“better hurry before he tells jean,” you shrug with a smile and he immediately gets to work.

his tongue nudges the sides of the hood covering your clit, avoiding too much stimulation and the pleasure is immediate as your limbs weaken.

“fuck,” you breathe as you let your head fall back to lean against the wall and your hands grip his head, “better— mmfh— hurry.”

you gasp when you feel two long, bony fingers slide easily right into your pussy while his tongue flattens against your entire clit in gentle, slow motions. he wants to prove himself even more than he wants jean and everyone to stay in the dark.

your knee almost gives out as his fingers start sliding in and out in tandem with his tongue. he mumbles something about jean and the vibrations make you gasp and push his head into you harder.

he notices your change in demeanor and starts saying gibberish solely to create vibrations. your whines grow louder as you feel a distant orgasm coming. “almost,” you breathe out in a whine and connie’s lonely cock jerks mid air.

the second his fingers graze your sweet spot, you stutter out, “there, there!” and connie immediately starts abusing that spot.

you cum riding his face, using his tongue and his nose to stimulate your clit. he basically has to hold you up as you almost buckle and fall while your vision goes white.

once you do come down though, you slide down the wall with eyes closed and a deep sigh.

connie sits in front of you and smiles proudly before sucking on his fingers like an idiot tasting ice cream for the first time, so casually. “see? i can make you cum.”

“yeah,” you admit breathlessly before nudging your head with his and pushing it briefly like a cat showing affection, “you can.”

he smiles and you can almost see his metaphorical tail wag behind him.

“so you’ll tell the guys the truth? right?”

you hum and let your head fall back against the wall, as if thinking about it.

“i dunno,” you shrug, “what’s the fun in that?”

connie’s about to complain and attempt to convince you with whines but a knock on the door stops him.

“yo, connie you there?” jean calls out and you can hear a smile in his tone, “please tell me you’re not a two pump chump, man.”

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vampireg1rl · 6 months ago

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i have two types

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rhadamanthes · 2 days ago

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nerd!reader x fratboy!eren

warnings : cliche cliche cliche Eren calls reader nerd a lot so be prepared, reader wear glasses, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob lot of kisses, praise, doggy style, missionary, boob play, minimal use of y/n

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You hate working with men, especially in group projects. They're unserious and careless if it was up to you, you'd rather be doing this work alone but the teacher denied your request to your great demise. Through your years of college you successfully avoid being paired with slackers and frat boys. Today you are now seated next to Eren Jaeger, the ultimate form of a frat beast. You guess this is the end of your lucky run.

The said boy is whisper-yelling in the receiver of his phone earning angry glances from the other student in the library... Has he no etiquette about the appropriate behavior in these places ? Taking off your glasses, you massage your temple, eyes closed, face facing your desk. It's only been a few days since you started this project but you feel like you've been at it for months. The end of the semester approaching means everyone is busy. You had a hard time scheduling this work session with Eren and he's on the phone ? You can't open your eyes now because you know you want to cry.

"Sorry about this" he interrupts your train of thoughts "It's like no one knows how to organize a party when I'm not around" he jokes, opening your eyes you just stare at him with a blank expression. A party ? You're not even halfway through this project due in twelve days and he's thinking about a party ?

"I gotta go, but after the party I'll get to work and send you my part, deal ?"

"You're telling me that you're going to get drunk tonight, analyze the market we are launching our product in and create an adequate publicity?" you ask in disbelief.

"Yes" a smirk grows on his face, picking up your glasses from the wooden table, he positions them in front of his own eyes, without wearing them he looks around the room through the frame. "You know, it's not because you're a nerd with a strict working method that everyone has to follow them" he mokes, eyes falling back on you, the glasses make his eyes look slightly bigger in another context you may have smiled at that but right now you're just pissed. You open your mouth to snap back at him but he places a finger on your lips

"Keep it down this is a library" oh you want to kill him now, the audacity stuns you in your seat. "Listen, I'm in the same class as you, yeah ? Means I am not completely stupid, just trust your teammate ok?" he smiles, sliding your glasses on your nose until his finger comes in contact with the skin between your eyebrows. Without another word he pats the top of your head, turning his heels to make his way to the library exit.

What the fuck ?

A long exhale escapes your lips as you slide back in your chair, well... your mood is ruined you cannot get another word down. gathering your stuff you shove them in your bags, following the same direction your partner took a few minutes ago.

The soft breeze hits your cheeks and your pressure lowers a little, you should take breaks more often, this feels nice. The smell of nicotine hits you and you take a long whiff, god you would love a cigarette right now maybe you can borrow one to the person ? Turning your head toward the source of your desire, here stands no other than Eren. Life is really cruel to you these days. His emerald eyes catch yours and a smile curls around the butt of the cigarette. Snapping your head back, you speed walk toward the dorm, you swear you heard him laugh behind you.

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Against all expectation Eren did send his part after the party. It didn't meet your expectations but you're seeing him again today so you'll suggest the modification and smooth it over so it looks like an actual group project and not a patchwork of personal pieces. Eren invited you to his place to continue working, originally he wanted to work at yours but you said no, you wouldn't want his presence in your personal space, it's too intimate and the way he behave like an elephant in a china shop the other days makes you sweat just by thinking of him in your own apartment.

Standing in front of the main door of the two story house you take a deep breath before knocking twice. An unfamiliar face greets you and you're wondering if you had the wrong address, scrambling to apologize you're about to leave when you hear Eren's voice in the back

"Connie, is that my nerd ?" The man in front of you, which you assume is Connie, tilts his head to the side, looking you from head to toe. You clutch your books tighter against your chest in embarrassment.

"Looks like it"

"Come on in " Eren's face appears behind the bald man and you step in the house "Just take off your shoes man" Eren says, squeezing your shoulder. Barely two words in and you're already tense. Why is he so comfortable with physical touch and stupid names?

Nevertheless you oblige, toeing off your converse. You hear a stream of foreign voices coming from your right, following the noises you fall face to face with a group of boys playing mario kart, laughing and screaming at each other. This cannot be real you think, feeling your arms weaken a bit.

"Eren ! If you were busy you should have told me I would've come another day."

"No, that's fine! The boys are here but I'm taking you upstairs, it's where my desk at" he says, sliding his hand over your shoulder, looking down at you. He's close, maybe too much but you don't have it in you to fight, you can feel the warmth of his body despite your clothes. Holding his gaze you only notice now that his hair is down, fully down not half up like he wears so often his dark locks frame his face cascading on his broad shoulders. He is pretty, very pretty, your cheeks heat up a bit, you're about to change subject to get your mind off your stupid thoughts when a voice interrupts you.

"No foolishness upstairs yeah ?" Connie giggles looking back at the two of you, controller in hand.

"Worry about yourself bro being 11th against Floch is stupid" he smirks earning a fit of laughter from the rest of the group. Hand still around your shoulder he leads you up the stairs.

His room is cleaner and tidier than you expected but you're relieved, Placing your book and laptop on his desk you start to organize your thoughts, you have a lot to do today if you want to be ready by next week.

"I've read what you sent me. It is pretty good but I would like to circle back on a few points with you if that's ok ?" you ask, taking place in one of the chairs facing the desk.

"Sure thing, that's why we're here for" he smiles, scraping the chair against the floor in order to sit on it. The screeching noise making your brow furrow, everything about him is so... intense.

The session goes smoothly, Eren is way more focused then back in the library. Maybe he just needs to be in a place he is familiar with to be productive ? Sure he would run downstairs whenever the boys cheered loudly to see what it was about, blow the smoke of his juul straight in your face, stretch and groan like he spent the last decade tied up to this chair. But as long as the work is done you don't think you mind anymore.

"So I'll take care of the visual presentation, next time we see each other we could do a rehearsal of the oral presentation ? What do you think ?" you ask gathering your belongings

"I think we are going to rock this shit" he says, holding up his hand in the air. He's he expecting a high five like you guys are some sort of football team ? You stare at his palm. "Come oooon loosen up little nerd we did such a good job today" he waves his hands and you dap it quickly, shaking your head left to right a small smile growing on your lips. You stand up and he walks you downstairs.

The group of boys sitting on the couch is smaller, no more Connie in sight, you don't recognize a single face.

"Want to stay for dinner ?"

"No I gotta get back home but thanks for the invite"

"Right, go back before the sun goes down and the wolf gets you" he laughs, grabbing your forearm when you lose balance putting your shoes back on.

"Funny guy" you roll your eyes looking up at him. Behind Eren are two silhouettes, two boys that look like twins except one is slightly taller than the other, they still look very similar, upturned nose and slick hair pushed back. They are watching the interaction with curious eyes before whispering to each other. Right, the biggest gossips you know are actually men.

"Don't take everything so personally it was just a joke"

"I know, it was just lame" it's your turn to laugh now, his eyes crinkle letting your forearm go, he opens the door for you.

"Well, see you around i guess" you nod your head stepping out, Eren sends a wink your way before closing the door shut in a forceful manner.... as always.

Walking into the evening sun you still feel the shadow of his touch on your arm, goosebumps raise on your skin and you shove the thought in the back of your head, sliding your airpods in.

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The presentation is in two days, you booked one of the private rooms of the library to have a proper rehearsal but something is missing.. Eren is missing, and now you're about to lose your reservation.

"You know the rules, private rooms can not be booked for a single person so I think you have to go" the girl with ashy gray hair says with a fake nice smile.

"Yeah and that's pretty selfish to do, you know ?" the one with the black pigtails add

"I'm telling you my partner is on his way. I'm not hogging this room for myself and I'm not selfish. I booked it!"

You are starting to lose your patience. They've been trying to kick you out of the room for the past five minutes. A familiar silhouette snakes its way to the room and your shoulder relaxes.

"Mina, Hitch" his honeyed voice interrupts.

Both girls turn around and squeals greetings once they realise who it is. He gives each of them a quick side hug, cheeks pressing together "Oh my god Eren i didn't know the room was for you" You mentally check out after that sentence, their smile seems genuine now and you laugh to yourself. So all it takes for them to act normal is a popular boy ? noted for the next time you want to book a private room. Their conversation digresses to something else and you interrupt them, having lost enough time as it is.

"Eren ? Can we get to work please ?" You can't see his eyes because he's wearing sunglasses... indoors but by now you shouldn't even be shocked at this point, his head turns your way.

"Duty call ladies, but it was nice to see you" he flashes them a million dollar smile guiding them out of the room with hands on their lower back. Minna and Hitch turn around saying their goodbye as they speed walk out of the library, arms linked with one another and hushed whispers.

Seated across from you, Eren hasn't taken off his glasses yet and now that he is close, the faint smell of weed gets to you.

"Are you high ?" you ask, clinging to your last hopes. No answer comes from him but the cheshire smile he gives you makes you slump in your seat. "Eren! Is this why you're late ? I almost got kicked out because of you!" you try to keep your tone steady but you fail, voice pitching higher than usual.

"It's not the reason I'm late but yes I smoked." He says finally taking off the shades from his eyes, they're red, making the emerald color of his irises pop out. You won't admit it but... he looks good like that. His hair is fully tied back today, making it impossible to escape his powerful gaze. "And there's no way they would have managed to get you out, you looked ferocious with your eyebrow tight. Mina and Hitch are all bark, no bite. " he snickers, digging his laptop out of his bag.

You don't give him credit for his attempt at loosening up the atmosphere, connecting your laptop to the monitor. The fake presentation goes fairly well, Eren seems distracted, staring at you when he's supposed to be reading his parts. You would throw a pen his way to make him snap out of it, posture straightening up he would continue the flow of speech in such a natural way, eyes still never leaving yours. His gaze is hard to maintain so you would often nod your head, looking down at the powerpoint. Everytime you look back up a smirk was displayed on his face.

After a few more repetitions you decide that you're ready for the real presentation. Eren is waiting for you at the door, bag swinged over his shoulder displaying his beefy arm. You trot up to him so he doesn't have to wait longer. Once outside of the library he's ready to part way but you hold onto his biceps, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Eren please don't smoke before the oral presentation on friday" you must sound pathetic but you don't care you'll probably never speak to him after this project is over. You can see that he is holding back a smile before he opens his mouth.

"You worry way too much my little nerd." Eren leans in for a hug, the same type he gave the two girls earlier, but he lingers a bit longer, his large hand rubbing your back.the embrace is somehow reassuring you take a deep breath patting his back, you choose to believe him if this goes south for any reason you'll give your all in the other discipline to compensate.

"See ? you can actually relax when you want to" he smirks putting his sunglasses back on.

You roll your eyes adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder "Bye" you turn around.

Walking toward the dorms you think about Eren, usually his touch would irritate you, him being so casual with everyone and anything drives you crazy. But today after you saw him being sweet to those girls, you are glad he hugged you too... and the way he refers to you as his nerd is kind of cute. A long exhale escapes your lips : remember that everything will be over after friday. Maybe it's for the better, this way you won't get the wrong idea.

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Presentation went well ! The transitions were smooth and the questions asked by the other classmates at the end allowed you to prove your work was not surface level but well rounded and constructed on serious work of research. You had to literally step on eren toes when he would space out, throwing any supply at him is not possible since you were in presence of the entire class and not the privacy of the study room. Other than that, no bumps. It is a huge weight off your back

The oral exam being done also means that you are officially free from any academic pressure... until next semester but still ! You can take time to relax now. And it is exactly what you're doing, sitting on a bench you are catching up on your personal reading that you put aside due to the amount of deadline you were meeting. The three above you provide the perfect amount of shade while you still enjoy the warm breeze of the afternoon. A smile grows on your face as you read more and more of the eternal husband. It's not the book that makes you smile but the simple fact you are able to read it.

Your bliss is cut short when you feel a heavy weight on your foot, ready to brawl you put your book down with vigour.

"It's only payback don't look at me like that" Eren of course it's him "Plus you got out of the classroom at lightning speed i might have thought the last weeks were a fever dream you disappear so quickly"

"I stepped on your toes because you were just staring at me. It was your time to speak! And i left because i had things to do"

"And I was staring because you missed a part of your speech it isn't like you you know ? that's why i was shocked"

"Wait ? I did ? " You mentally replay the whole scene and can't seem to find a crack in it.

"It is so easy to mess with your mind my little nerd" Eren says ruffling your hair while a laugh makes his shoulder shake. You push his hands vigorously.

"Don't joke about this, I'm serious! "

"Soo tense, you know what you need ? To relax, to live a little"

"I was relaxing before you tried to amputate my foot," you said, grabbing your book to emphasize your words.

"Oh come on you can't be serious we just finished exams and you're dipping your nose in that russian freak story ?"

"To each their own" you say opening it back to resume your reading but a thought crosses your mind "What do you do to relax" abandoning the printed pages to look back at him. You immediately regret your question as a devilish smirk grows on his face.

"Would you like to know ? Or better I could show you" Eren says, picking up a leaf that has fallen in your hair, his finger traveling down so he can tilt your chin up. "Come by my place tonight ?"

"You're having a party ?" you ask sheepishly. That is why is known for on campus, parties, girls dying for him to notice them and his amazing athletic performances. You never went to one of his famous parties nor his games. Not your cup of tea but still, you were curious about it. Eren eyes are blank for a moment, fingers caressing your chin. "Yeah, something like that, so are you coming ? To have a proper end to this collaboration."

A last goodbye huh ? If his parties hold up to their reputation you probably won't even see him tonight due to the amount of people that would be present, and you doubt he will come to find you out of all people. You would be lying if you said a part of you doesn't want to go to his house, see what the fuss is all about... You will only stay so many years in college fuck it. "Ok i'll be there" HIs face lights up "Can't wait then" Another million dollar smile sent your way and his trotting off god knows where on campus.

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The sun sets faster than you realise, it's time to get ready for tonight, you do not know what to wear, how to do your hair and makeup, walking back and forth between your closet and the full length mirror in your living room you can't decide which dress will make the cut. Mini black backless dress or baby pink strappy dress ? Your mind tends to the black one, it's more casual you'll be more comfortable. Oh my god shoes, what about shoes ? If you call Annie to ask her you know she'll hang up, sighing as you rummage through your tiny shoe storage. The dress is black you might go for black shoes as well. strappy black heels they're toe open, a quick glance at your feet and you can see that your nail polish is still intact. Well looks like you got an outfit.

Opting for a light make up you made a wing eyeliner (surprisingly fast, given the fact that you didn't wear makeup for a longtime due to your exam ) , lip gloss, mascara blush and concealer to hide the bags you accumulated for the last few weeks. You smile at your reflection, it is good to see you this primed, you feel like you again. The glasses would spoil the look so you go for lenses tonight, and for your hair, you let them sits freely around your face and dow your back, the dress being backless would call for an updo but you're having a good hair day so screw it

22:37 reads your phone about time to go. You're feeling a bit anxious but decide to ignore it.

You call an uber and soon enough the car pulls up in the familiar driveway. Thanking the driver as you make your way to the steps, the absence of noise from any kind strikes you, you would've thought that the famous parties at the Yeager house have bass loud enough to feel them in your chest.

Before you have the time to process anymore thoughts, the door swings open revealing Eren, smiling ear to ear, looking at you up and down, his adam's apple bobs up. "Come on in" he says holding his hand out, you take it, climbing up the few stairs that separate the both of you.

"Where is everyone else ?" you ask, surprised to find the house empty.

"They'll be here" he says leading you to the kitchen, hand on the small of your naked back "Tomorrow" he adds with a grin.

"Eren!"

"What ? If I told you tonight was just us would you still have come ? " he asks, filling two cocktail glasses with a thick orange liquid. Eren takes your absence of reaction as an answer. "It's just that we spent all this time together and I never saw you anything other than stressed, I couldn't imagine you going to a party to be honest" he snickers, dipping his lips in the colorful mixture as he slides the other glass your way against the kitchen island. "Look at you nerd,not wearing your glasses, dress and heels on, you look good like that ! "

"You deemed me a nerd because I wear glasses and read books" you grumble looking down at your glass, not picking up his comment on your appearance but it makes your insides mushy.

"Not really, the first time we met you literally explain to me in details the lore of the dance of the dragons because you saw my Daenerys keychain" you close your eyes mortified by the memory "Don't be embarrassed that was fun ! " he hits your shoulder, laughing at your reaction.

You remember it all too well, it was your second year of college, Eren sat next to you, the small classroom got cramped fast and he was late, beggars can't be choosers. It is true the pop Daenerys figure caught your attention and you made small talk and might got carried away but there's no harm in that or so you thought, guess you annoyed him pretty bad if he still remembers it to this day. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you turn your head right, a few days ago this is where his group of friends were playing mario kart, now that the space is empty you got a nice view of his living room.

"You have a fireplace ? Fancy" you remark

"What you don't ?"

"My humble student apartment doesn't allow this type of furniture"

"That is really sad, want me to put it on for you ?" you roll your eyes and he leads you once more around his house, cocktails in hands.

Both of you are kneeling in front of the fireplace,resting on the fluffy white rug. Eren is filling its center with different sizes of wood sticks. You admire his arms flexing and stretching as he moves around. Tonight he is wearing a tight white shirt that highlights his toned body. His dark hair is fully down once more, the ends are a bit damp, making some spot on his shoulder see through, a grey jogger is covering his legs. Damn. He looks good wearing that. Once the branches are neatly placed he adds a fire starter and hands you a box of matches, the long type ones.

"Do me the honour" he smiles, you return his expression, scratching the red tip against the rough side of the box and sticking it to the little white cube, the flame catches quickly and you squeak, retrieving your hand from the chimney. Eren claps at your side praising you in an obnoxious manner. "She did it!" and others exclamations as if you saved the world. You laugh at his antics, eyes fixated on the yellow and orange hues that dance in front of you.

"Did you know that in ancient Rome everyone was peeing at the same place "latrines" with the strong concentration of ammonia in urine a single match would have been enough to blow the whole place up ?" you snort, thinking about the anecdote you learn in latin classes as the fire crackles in front of you.

"No I didn't" you turn to him and he is wearing his signature teasing expression. You know what is thinking already, you can almost hear his voice say it; nerd. Here you go ranting about random facts because you're hampered, and being alone with Eren at his house is the reason. At least you can blame the heat coursing through your body on the nearby fire. You take another sip from your cocktail.

"Is that a sex on the beach ?" you ask to change the subject. Eren nods looking impressed that you know. "I was going to offer you a beer but I have the feeling you would like something more refined."

"Nice catch, I don't like beer, but I have to say I didn't imagine you drinking cute cocktails."

"I'm a versatile guy, and I like to adapt to my guests." he smiles clinking your glasses with his before you both drink some more.

The conversations flow easily with him, against all expectations you guys have a lot of common interests, video games, movies and music taste. You realize that maybe you have judged him as much as he did you. Eren is currently refilling both your glasses in the kitchen as you scroll through his vinyl collection. You asked for a soft drink, feeling like the alcohol and the warm waves that come from the fireplace would be the perfect combo lulling you to sleep.

Your shoes are long forgotten by the fireplace, you are sitting on your ass, feet joint by your side. Eren slides back to your side handing you your drink. Your thighs are flush against each other, the more you were talking through the night, the closer you got, literally. The fireplace gives his face a warm light, accentuating his features, his lips are moving but you cannot decipher a single word. He is so pretty like that, the heat coming from the chimney decouples his scent, lavender and wood. You take a deep breath to ground yourself but you can't push away the need to kiss him.

Leaning into Eren's chest, you press your lips into his, softly, to see if is going to pull back or not. He doesn't, you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder, making it impossible for you to squirm away, but you wouldn't even if you could. His lips are intoxicating, he leans more and more into you as his tongue enters your mouth. Desperate for more you set down your glass on the ground, fisting his shirt in your palms. His secondhand goes on your waist securing your place once more as your tongue battles against each other for dominance. Eren breaks the kiss, still holding you close

"Needy much ?" Eren laughs, swiping his tongue on his bottom lips, your eyes don't miss a single bit, you hum absentmindedly. Diving for another kiss this time you let your hands go to his hair pulling slightly to make him open his mouth, your tongue snakes in when he gives you access, he tastes like cherry and orange and a mix of vodka. You freeze

"Are you drunk ?" The last thing you want is to take advantage of the situation. "From two cocktails ? I'm offended" you giggle and he dips his face in your neck, licking and sucking at your skin, his lips are cold, contrasting with the warmth the fire laced your body with, a shiver parcour you and you moan.

Eren travels lower, kissing your breath through the material of your dress "Can I take it off ?" he asks emerald eyes boring through yours you nod, not trusting your voice under his intense gaze. He peels the black cloth of your shoulders letting it sit on your belly. "Who would've thought my nerd has those pretty little tits" he muses fondling them in his large hands. "Do you even know my name ?" you tempt. "Of course I do, y/n" he murmurs, kissing the side of your boob, "My beautiful y/n" he adds, taking your nipple in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

Fuck, you should have shut up, your name rolling of his tongue ties your stomach in knots. You exhale loudly arching your back to push more skin into his mouth. You allow yourself to close your eyes, head falling back as your hand travels south to your crotch, fingers toying with your clit. Eren grunts against your areola at the sight, his own fingers entering your wet cavern, you gasp at the intrusion. "Teamwork baby we're used to this" he groans before switching to your other breast. The circular motion you're self inflicting on your bundle of nerves is slowly making you unwind. On his side Eren is curling his digits inside your cunt, in search for the spongy spot that is going to make you mewl.

You do your best to hold back your moans not wanting to sound like a desperate mess, but another precise curl of his fingers and there you are, whining and thrashing around him uncontrollably. Eren bites your nipple as you slowly come to your senses opening your eyes, you find his emerald orbs staring back at you amused. "That was quite a show" he directs his glistening digits to his mouth, cleaning them from any remaining stickiness. You nudge him with your foot as your eyes travel to his needy bulge, if anything this only makes you want the full Eren Yeager experience.

Tugging at his waistband you grab his cock from the confine of his sweatpant, he's not wearing any underwear, you chuckle. "Don't slutshame me, you weren't wearing anything either " he laughs, brushing the hair out of your face. "I didn't say anything" you joke planting kisses on his length, you can tell it is not fully hard, which is quite concerning because it's almost the size of your face already but you can take a challenge, and you want to make him hard without putting it in your mouth yet. So it is exactly what you do, leaving a trail of kisses on his base, his tip, his balls and his impressive length.

"You're killing me there y/n" he breathes, lifting his hips off the ground in an attempt to get more friction,what a greedy man he is. But you don't have it in you to tease him any more. Parting your lips you slowly suck the head of his cock in your mouth, the newfound sensation makes him hiss. You circle your tongue around his head, flicking it on his sensitive slit. Once your jaw has relaxed you work more and more of his length inside between your lips, bobbing your head up and down. You hollow your cheeks, working what doesn't fit in your mouth with your hands. His cock is heavy on your tongue, you missed this sensation, moaning around him, you quicken your pace.

"Fuck, you read a book to give head this good ?" he half laughs half moans. He's not far from the truth, you used to read erotic types of books when you were younger but he doesn't need to know that. Having your mouth full you can't answer him so you decide to sink your teeth lightly on his skin. "Shit baby, I'm joking!" he groans but you can tell it's not hurting him, relaxing your jaw you resume your activity, the sloppy noise filling the room alongside the fire cracking next to you . "Right, just like, that I love it when you're nice to me" his hips start to thrust up and you let him fuck your mouth, slacking your jaw to the max.

HIs breath is getting more and more ragged as he lets curses slip past his lips. He's about to cum and you can't wait to know what he tastes like. His hands come to each side of your face lifting you off his penis.

"Eren ?" you mumble, disappointed you haven't gone to the end. He pecks your lips multiple time "Another time baby I want to fuck that little pussy okay ?" you nod, mind too fuzzy to protest. Lowering your upper body onto the carpet Eren hikes your bottom onto his lap. He's looking intently at your pussy before you can feel embarrassed. He parts your entrance with both of his thumb, looking at the arousal ripping out of it. "Cute" he mumbles before wetting his thumb with his tongue and rumbing at your clit a few times. The action makes your cheeks burn, you won't be able to use this move with your books without thinking about this now, you groan, closing your eyes.

"Turn around for me baby" he demands, squeezing your thigh, you happily oblige, knees sinking onto the fluffy rug you arch your back the best you can so he can have a good sight. You feel him kissing your entrance a few times just like he did your lips before and restrain yourself not to back on his face. Soon enough his tip prod at your entrance and you sway your hips in anticipation. "Come on Eren please" you mewl looking back at him. Locking his eyes with yours he let his cock fill you up, inch by inch, both your mouths part when he's fully inside. Your brows are tight on your forehead when he starts to ram into your pussy.

You close your eyes in bliss, cheek resting against the rug and mouth hanging low. You knew you were going to have fun when you saw what he was packing, but you couldn't imagine him stretching you this good. "That's what you needed y/n ? My cock inside of you to turn that big brain off ?" he rasps,fingers digging in your hips. "Yes Eren thank you" you cry, gripping the soft material under you. restreint is no longer a concern, each of his thrust knocks the air out of your lung filling the room with your lewd moans. "Fuck I needed that too my little nerd, driving me crazy since the first day at the librabry". His chest collapses on top of you, making you lay flat on the ground. "Looking so fucking pretty when you want to cry" he purrs, kissing your ear and jaw.

Was he onto you since day one ? That would explain his attitude towards you, the thought makes you clench around him. A swear slips from his lips directly into your ear. One of his arm snakes under your body in between your breasts to finally grab your jaw. "Tell me how that feels baby" he demands, ramming into you deeper each time.

"Feelsgoodbaby" your words are slurred because of his grip. "Fuck, turn around I want to cum looking at that face" despite asking, he's the one manhandling you, he position you on your back covering your face in kisses as he stoke his cock a few time befaore entering you once again, "Don't hide or I'll stop" he threatens feeling your face nooking in his neck. "No, Eren don't stop " you pathetically whine, setting your head back down. The last thing you want is for him to stop now, you need the release, you need it bad. "Good girl" he kisses your cheek, linking your hands with each other, fingers intertwined.

If you didn't know better, you would've thought he has feelings for you, his forehead is resting against yours, eyes chasing yours, holding hands, this is all too intimate, so much for not getting the wrong idea. Eren's hair dangles in your face, shading the whole word from this moment, right now it's you and him. Your emotions are all over the place and you feel good, so good. A familiar knot forms in your lower belly and you know you're not going to last long, not with the way he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.

"Eren can I cum please ? " you don't know why you ask but you do "Fuck, my little nerd is so polite, go ahead make a mess" His thrust are strong now and it's all you need to unravel around his dick as you thank him over and over again. Your body goes limp on the floor, abandoning your hands Eren circles your waist head buried between your breasts as he uses your body to reach his own high, grunting like an animal. Feeling his teeth sink into your skin you know it's about seconds before he shoots his semen inside of your cunt. You feel it dripping down your hole as Eren soothes the bite mark with his tongue.

Your hand goes to his hair, caressing as his breath slowly replenishes.

"You're coming to the party tomorrow" he asks, eyes hazy looking up at you. That's what he's thinking after an sex you wonder? "I don't know, is it going to end like tonight ?" "I can only hope" he smiles resting his cheek against your belly. "Well, I can be convinced" looking into the crackling fire you pray he can't hear how loud your heart is beating in your chest.

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oxytxn · 8 days ago

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LEVI just loves the way you look when he’s got you in a mating press. with your plush thighs slung over his shoulders, your toes curling from his hips snapping against yours, and his navel hitting your clit perfectly, you can’t help by cry out his name. he’s panting against your lips as he murmurs almost incoherently how badly he wants a baby with you.

“please,” you whine, “gimme a baby.”

he grunts as his eyes flutter shut. he’s always been so weak for you—it was such a stark contrast to his usual demeanor, but god, he just couldn’t help it.

“‘m gonna cum,” he grunts, “tell me to pull out.”

“inside.” you clench around him, milking him of everything he has. and for you, he’d give you the whole world.

he lets out the faintest little whimper as he fucks you both through your orgasms, making sure to plug you full of his babies, in hopes that just one sticks and your belly grows so round and pretty for him.

to my lovely mutual @knightofwands-upright ᢉ𐭩

masterlist.

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joemama-2 · 3 days ago

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𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 & 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚

・❥・ pairing: veteran! levi x fem reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: known as ‘marley’s darling’, your father, a high-ranking marleyan diplomat, introduced you as his pride and joy since you were out the womb. dazzling smiles, coy and subtly flirtatious remarks, an innocent but seductive allure that keeps you in the eyes of the public. with concerns for your safety, your father hires levi ackerman as your personal bodyguard, a war hero to some, a warm criminal to others. the same man who fought against your people.

・❥・ wc: 9k

・❥・ tags/warnings: age gap, levi is in his late thirties, reader is 26, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol, drugs, war veteran! levi, reader takes inspo from marilyn monroe, mentions of ptsd, depression, death, post! war, prejudice, guns, knives, violence, reader is marleyan, slow burn, sorta opposites attract?, dark themes, cussing, gross men, no titans! modern au, may have some canon divergent elements (e.g. levi has both legs still lol)

・❥・ series masterlist < next chapter

The sound of gravel cracks underneath Levi’s shoes, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. It’s a sunny day in Eldia, he’s almost begun to miss this place. It’s much more different than Marley, not that he’s complaining. He’s only been here for three days, yesterday was his last. For some reason, he’s dreading the plane back. A sigh escapes his lips, shaking his head at the melancholic intrusions. He stops in his tracks when he hears a tiny hurdle of giggles and whispers. Looking over his shoulder is a small group of children around the age of five or six, looking up at him with wide, starry eyes. He can see the way their gaze flickers across his features, going from the long scar across his face to the ghostly, white eyeball of his. Some hold their smiles back, while others gasp in child-like delight.

He turns to face them fully, crouching down to the children’s height.

“H-Hi…” a timid girl greets. “Are you—”

“You’re Mr. Levi!” a much more brave young boy blurts out, his toothy grin widening. “You look cooler than the books!”

Levi’s lips twitch into the smallest of smiles at the boy’s enthusiasm, his usual stoic expression faltering for a moment. He straightens up, towering over them once again, though his gaze softens as he studies the children.

"Mr. Levi, right?" the timid girl asks again, her voice barely a whisper.

Levi’s heart skips a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth flooding him as he nods. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The children seem to surge forward as if they’ve all had the same unspoken idea, their eyes practically glowing with excitement. The boy in front pulls out a little notebook and a small pen from his pocket. “Can you sign it? Can you sign it for us?!” His voice is filled with such an innocent eagerness that for a moment, Levi just stares at the child, a little taken aback.

“You want my autograph?” he asks, his voice low, almost like he’s not sure what to make of this situation.

The children nod eagerly, the timid girl now clutching a scrap of paper between her tiny hands. Levi takes the paper from her, glancing over it for a brief moment before scribbling his name, his signature jagged and rough, just like everything else about him. “Here,” he hands it back to her, the girl’s eyes lighting up like she’s just been handed the most precious thing in the world.

“Thank you, Mr. Levi!” she squeaks, bouncing on her heels. “You're our hero!”

Levi straightens up again, his hand returning to his coat pocket as he glances over the group. They stare at him for a while, their eyes filled with admiration, something he hasn't seen in a long time. But it’s not the kind of admiration he’s used to—it's pure, innocent, almost reverent. He can feel the weight of their gaze, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother him. “Well, I’m not really a hero,” Levi mutters, running a hand through his hair. “But thanks.” He turns his gaze away from them, feeling that odd discomfort creeping in. “You kids should get back to playing, yeah?”

The children nod excitedly, and as the last few gremlins get their signature, they scurry away.

He shakes his head in a slight fondness, turning back around to continue his trek back to the private plane waiting for him. Seems being a veteran has pretty good perks, if he does say so himself. The hangar isn’t too far away, luckily. He’s already had his morning cup of tea from the shop he used to always frequent before moving, same owners, same tacky furniture—nothing could get better than that.

He can see a few men in the distance, seemingly getting his plane ready.

Levi continues to walk toward the hangar, his mind begins to wander. The children’s bright smiles and excited whispers echo in his head, their innocent admiration stirring something within him. He hadn’t been called a hero in years. Most people only saw the scarred, battle-worn soldier who had fought for survival. The idea of being a symbol of hope to anyone was something he'd long abandoned. But there they were—those little faces full of wonder, looking at him like he was more than just a man who’d lived through hell. His lips press into a thin line as he shakes his head. Maybe it was just the way they were raised, seeing heroes in simple things, not yet tainted by the harshness of reality.

As he gets closer to the plane, one of the men spots him and waves. “Mr. Ackerman!” the man calls out. “Everything’s ready for your departure. We’ve got a clear flight ahead.”

Levi nods, not in the mood for small talk but acknowledging the man’s efforts. He’s almost there—almost back to the place he’s tried to forget sometimes. Marley. He tenses at the thought. There’s nothing left for him here in Eldia—not really. The place is a relic of the past, and he's nothing more than a passing memory of a world that no longer exists. Besides, he has two other little rascals waiting for him back in Marley.

He stops just short of the plane, eyes narrowing as the men finish their preparations. The sound of metal clanging and the hum of engines fill the air, but his thoughts are elsewhere. It feels like a strange kind of irony, returning to Marley, where the tension between Eldia and Marley still simmers just beneath the surface, a conflict that’s far from over. But it’s not his fight anymore. Of course, things probably will never be the same, considering just how many lives were taken in the war. A war spanning over nine years that only ended five years ago.

As the men begin to board the plane, Levi lingers, staring out at the horizon. He can almost see the faint outline of the place he left behind. His throat tightens. He’d been a different man then, a soldier with a cause. Now, he was just trying to survive, trying to forget. Humanity’s strongest.

He pushes the thoughts aside, stepping onto the plane as the door closes behind him. The world outside becomes a blur as the engines roar to life. His seat is cold and uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care about comfort. He’d long ago learned how to endure, how to keep moving forward. He settles back in the comfy chair the plane has to offer, opening the glass of whiskey that’s already been placed out on the table for him.

Giving himself a pour, he brings the rim to his lips and sips. A small hum of satisfaction sounds from him.

“Drinkin’ already?”

Levi stiffens, lips contorting into a hard-set frown. Kenny, uncaring of his niece’s animosity towards him, sits leisurely across from him. He takes his hat off and leans back with a relaxed sigh, lifting his legs onto the table between them and crossing his arms over his chest. “The hell are you doing here?”

Kenny scoffs. “Spending time with you, obviously.”

“I’d rather eat shit than be in your presence,” Levi gruffs back, eyes narrowing at his uncle. “As far as I’m concerned, this is a solo trip.”

“Was,” Kenny corrects. “Besides, got some business on the other side. Figured I’d hop a ride with you.”

Levi’s fingers tighten around his glass, the amber liquid swirling inside as his gaze locks onto Kenny, who seems entirely unfazed by the hostility radiating off Levi. The man across from him is annoyingly at ease, as always. A smirk dances across his uncle’s lips, a little too self-assured for Levi’s liking.

“Business?” Levi repeats, his voice laced with disbelief. “What kind of business? Last I checked, you didn’t exactly have a legitimate operation.”

Kenny’s eyes twinkle as if he’s relishing in the tension between them. He leans forward, and the casualness of the movement only serves to irritate Levi more. “You’re not the only one who can make deals, kid,” he drawls, the condescending tone sharp enough to cut through the stale air between them. “We’ve got some... mutual interests. Thought I’d tag along, see if you might actually get your hands dirty for once.”

Levi scowls but doesn’t respond immediately. He takes another sip of his drink, trying to swallow down the wave of frustration building in his chest. The last thing he wants is to be involved in any scheme that Kenny’s tangled up in. But, as always, Kenny knows exactly how to push his buttons, and Levi knew better than to think he’d be able to escape this.

“Not interested,” Levi mutters, leaning back in his seat, eyes flicking toward the window, though his mind is far from the view outside. “I’m not here for a job, nothing else. Keep your shady dealings to yourself.”

Kenny chuckles, the sound a low rumble that seems to settle uneasily in Levi’s stomach. “Right, forgot you’re Mr. High ‘n Mighty now. Forgive me, Your Highness.”

“You’re a fool. An old fool.” He scoots the whiskey bottle closer when he sees Kenny reaching for it.

“Oh, give me a break,” Kenny rolls his eyes, reaching forward and taking the bottle from his niece’s grip. He uncaps it and nonchalantly sips straight from the bottle. Levi doesn’t bother holding back the disgusted noise that leaves his throat, but says nothing and focuses his attention on the window as the plane begins to take off.

For a second, there’s silence.

Until Kenny opens his big mouth again.

“So…really not interested, huh?”

“No.”

“How come? Ain’t that compensated money the government lends ‘ya not that much? How the hell you even survivin’?”

Levi’s gaze sharpens at Kenny’s words, his grip tightening on the armrest. He didn’t need to explain himself, especially not to someone like Kenny. The audacity of the man still gets under his skin, even after all these years. But Levi knows better than to take the bait. “I'm surviving fine,” Levi mutters, his voice cold and clipped. He turns his head slightly, eyeing his uncle with a glare that would freeze most men in place, but Kenny only grins wider, clearly enjoying the discomfort Levi tries so hard to hide. “I have my shop, I don’t want blood money.”

“Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I mean, the way I see it, you ain’t exactly living large," Kenny says, tapping the neck of the bottle against his leg like a rhythm he’s got memorized. "Could use a little extra padding, if you catch my drift."

Levi huffs under his breath, a dry laugh escaping him. "I'm fine," he repeats, louder this time, not bothering to explain any further. The question, though, lingers in the back of his mind: how much longer can he keep doing this? How much longer can he stay out of the kind of deals Kenny’s offering?

Kenny’s eyes narrow, sizing him up, and for a moment, Levi feels the weight of his uncle’s scrutiny. The man knows Levi better than he lets on—knows his breaking points, knows what makes him tick. And that only makes Levi more defensive. The older man lets up a bit, sighing to himself and grumbling something Levi can’t quite make out. He removes his legs from the table, facing Levi head-on. “Listen, it’s not…that bloody, alright?”

“Sure,” Levi simply says, checking his watch. Two more hours to go. Dammit.

“It ain’t,” Kenny reaffirms, scooting toward the edge of his seat. He subtly looks around, as if afraid the small crew of the plane might be listening. “Just a tiny gig. Could help you out.”

“How many more times do I have to tell you no, old man?”

“As if you’re not gettin’ there your damn self, you little brat,” Kenny spits out. He huffs, taking out a crumpled-up sheet of newspaper from his back pocket and flattening it out onto the table.

Levi peers down, face indifferent. A few moments of silence pass with Levi expecting some sort of explanation. When none comes, he unfortunately takes the bait. “What?”

“See here,” Kenny taps a long finger onto the paper. “A…client of mine, you could say. Mr. Makoto Suzuki. Topshot back over there, heard of ‘im?”

Levi’s eyes flicker down to the paper, his stomach sinking at the mention of the name. He doesn’t want to show any sign of recognition, but he can feel the subtle tension rising in his chest. Makoto Suzuki. The name isn’t foreign to him, but it’s a name that brings too many memories—too many connections to things he’s tried to forget. Levi’s lips tighten into a thin line, but he says nothing, his gaze flickering back to the newspaper. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him,” Levi mutters. He’s been around long enough to know that the big players in the game—men like Makoto—always find their way into the darker corners of the world. “Anyone with a brain has.”

“Correct,” Kenny grins, his gold canine on display. “Well, Mr. Suzuki here has a very special package he holds oh so dear to his heart.” Kenny’s finger moves slightly over to the right, and Levi’s eyes follow. A young girl, maybe in her twenties. Smiling at the camera, displaying her pearly whites. Levi can make out the group that must’ve been hurdled around you and your father while the picture was taken. Makoto’s arm is around your waist in what appears to be a protective way. “His fine piece of a daughter.”

“Makoto’s daughter,” Levi says, the words coming out gruffly, like he’s testing the air. Of course, he knows who you and your father are. “Why are you showing me this?”

Kenny leans back, eyes gleaming with something Levi can’t decipher. He takes a moment, savoring the tension in the air before answering, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “Because her father’s paying a pretty penny to keep her pretty. Been buggin’ me about it for a while now, but I ain’t no babysitter.”

“Neither am I,” Levi scoffs, setting his glass down and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not taking anything, especially from people like them.”

Kenny’s eyes flicker with an almost predatory gleam as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a near hiss. “You know how things work, Levi. Money talks. And Mr. Suzuki's got plenty of it. He's desperate. His daughter’s a political asset, no different than a pawn on a chessboard. But she’s got a problem—she’s too... distracting, if you catch my drift. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll see the opportunity here.”

Levi shakes his head, his jaw tightening as he stares at the picture, your smiling face glaring back at him. The thought of being involved in any situation with Makoto Suzuki’s daughter—especially in the way Kenny’s implying—turns his stomach. He’s fought his entire life to distance himself from this kind of world, from men like Makoto, who wield their power like a weapon and treat their own flesh and blood like assets. He snorts, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’m not a damn babysitter, Kenny. And I sure as hell don’t get mixed up in that kind of business. I’m a civilian now, it’s staying that way.”

Kenny’s grin widens, as if he’s been waiting for this exact response. He leans back in his seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the table. “That’s the problem, Levi,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “You think you can just walk away from all of this. You think you’re done. But the world doesn’t work that way, not for people like you. You don’t just get to put your hands up and say, ‘I’m done,’ because someone like Suzuki? He doesn’t give a damn about your past. He sees what you can do, and he’ll make sure you know it.”

Levi’s eyes darken, his lips pressing into a thin line. He’s heard it before, the way people try to pull him back into the chaos. He’s been fighting it for years, but it’s always lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. “I don’t give a damn what Suzuki thinks,” Levi mutters, his voice cold as steel. “You know what kind of man I am. I’m not some hired weapon anymore. I’m happy where I’m at now.”

Kenny laughs, a low, rasping sound that seems to crawl under Levi’s skin. “And yet, here we are, aren’t we? You’re still the same guy, Levi. You’re just pretending not to be. When the world’s out to get you, you can’t just sit on your hands and pray it’ll go away. You’ll need allies, whether you want ‘em or not.”

Levi clenches his fists, his nails biting into his palms. He wants to reach across the table and throttle Kenny, but he knows that wouldn’t change a damn thing. The man’s words ring too true. The world doesn’t let people like him go so easily. It’s a cold, unforgiving reality. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze still locked on the picture of you and your father. The idea of getting involved with Makoto Suzuki’s business makes his skin crawl. He’s been there and done that—used as a tool in someone else’s game. He refuses to go back.

“I’m not your guy for this,” Levi says, his voice unwavering, but the unease in his chest grows. “Find someone else to play your damn games.”

Kenny groans and rolls his eyes. “Stubborn lil’ thing, huh? It’s extra cash, Levi.”

“Does it look like I care?” Levi cooly replies. “I’m not doing it. He can get a clean Marleyan to do it.”

“What? Ya think that’s it? He won’t let you watch his daughter ‘cause you ain’t Marleyan?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? What smart man would employ someone who fought against his country to be up close and personal with his daughter? We’re still a devil to some, remember?”

Kenny leans forward again, his eyes gleaming with something Levi can’t quite place. The older man seems almost amused by Levi’s firm resistance, as if he’s testing a limit he already knows well. He taps the table once more, the sound cutting through the tension like a ticking clock. “You’re a real piece of work, Levi,” Kenny mutters with a smirk. “But you’re forgetting something. Mr. Suzuki’s desperate. And desperation… well, it makes people do things they wouldn’t usually consider. And in this case, what he’s offerin’ isn’t just money—it’s leverage.”

Levi freezes at the word "leverage." The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as his gaze snaps up to meet his uncle’s, suspicion and anxiety coiling tightly in his chest. “Leverage?” Levi repeats, voice low, barely above a whisper. He knows too well what that means—Kenny’s not talking about a job offer anymore. This is something bigger, darker.

Kenny’s grin widens, but it’s not a pleasant smile. It’s the grin of someone who knows exactly how to pull the strings. He leans in, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You ain’t gotta choose the game, Levi. You’re already in it. Suzuki’s got dirt. Big dirt. And if you don’t play nice, that dirt’s gonna find its way to your doorstep, sooner or later.”

Levi’s heart races as he absorbs the weight of Kenny’s words. He can feel the familiar weight of the past creeping back in, like a shadow he can’t shake. He’s fought so hard to stay out of this world—this world of manipulation, of dangerous men who make deals and break lives without a second thought. But it’s all starting to feel inescapable. “You’re saying if I don’t help him, he’ll use whatever he’s got on me against me?” Levi’s voice is steady, but there’s a tightness in his chest that betrays his growing unease. He feels like he’s already caught in the web—he’s just waiting for the final tug.

Kenny nods slowly, that sinister glint in his eye never leaving. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. He’s already been planting the chip in my damn ear about you. And you know better than anyone—someone like Suzuki? He don’t care what you’ve done or where you’ve been. You’re useful to him, Levi. You’ve always been useful. And now, you’re gonna be useful to his daughter.”

Levi’s fingers twitch involuntarily, a dark, suffocating feeling building in the pit of his stomach. He wants to scream, to smash the table between them, but he stays silent. His mind races, searching for any escape, any way out of this mess. “You can’t make me do this,” Levi says, his words low but firm. “I’m not going back. I’m not going to be anyone’s pawn.”

Kenny leans back in his seat, clicking his tongue. “You’re already a pawn, Levi. You just haven’t realized it yet. You’re surrounded by players who know how to move the pieces. You just happen to be the one they’re comin’ for.”

Levi feels his throat tighten, the cold reality of Kenny’s words hitting harder than he wants to admit. He’s trapped. No matter how far he tries to run, no matter how much he wants to be out of it, the world he’s left behind has a way of finding him. And now, it’s threatening to drag him back in. He scrubs a hand down his face.

“Think about it,” Kenny continues, his voice almost soothing, as if he’s offering advice. “You ain’t have to do much. Just keep an eye on Suzuki’s little girl. Protect her. Get a few hands dirty, but nothing that’ll land ‘ya in trouble. Think about the money. Think about what you can do with that money. Think about the doors it could open.”

Levi looks down at the picture again, at your smile, at the image of a life he knows he doesn’t belong in. But he knows his uncle is right about one thing—the world doesn’t let people like him go that easily. And maybe, just maybe, this isn’t as simple as walking away. The weight of the decision presses down on him like a lead weight. He wants to punch something, to refuse, to get off this plane, never look back and stay his sorry ass in Eldia. But the words get stuck in his throat.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Kenny asks, voice heavy with expectation.

Levi doesn’t respond right away. He stares out the window, the soft hum of the plane filling his ears, as the choice looms over him like a storm waiting to break.

The second the plane has landed and the door opens, he’s striding down the ramp. Mood soured and the whiskey does nothing but make him more adept to just how much of a damn headache his forsaken uncle. Two figures in the distance momentarily ease his grumpiness. They familiarly approach him.

“Levi! How was it?” Gabi asks first, striding forward to give him a tight hug around his waist.

“Careful,” he murmurs, though his hand pats lightly at her back. “Nothing interesting. What about you two? Held up well?”

“Sure did,” Falco responds, smiling. “Shop’s doing fine, no hiccups.”

Levi nods and hums in approval. Gabi removes her arms from him, just about to ask another question when Kenny’s scratchy voice breaks the atmosphere. “Oh, look at that. Forgot about these two monsters.” He approaches with a crooked smile, head tilting and leaning against Levi. “Huh, you both are smaller than I re—”

“Shut up,” Levi cuts him off, shrugging him off. “And don’t talk to them.”

Kenny lets out a bark of laughter, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist,” he says, stepping back with an exaggerated sigh. “Just makin’ conversation.”

Levi ignores him, glancing back at Gabi and Falco, who exchange wary looks before Gabi’s nose wrinkles in annoyance. “Who’s this old man?” she asks, crossing her arms.

“Just an annoying bastard,” Levi mutters.

Kenny smirks. “You wound me, shorty.”

Levi clicks his tongue, already regretting letting Kenny tag along. “You’re not staying long, are you?”

Kenny grins, all teeth and trouble. “Nah, just for a drink or two. Maybe I’ll even stop by the shop, see what kinda scam you’re runnin’.”

Levi’s eye twitches, but Falco steps in before the argument escalates. “We should head back. You look tired, Levi.”

He is tired—tired of this, of the headache that is Kenny, of the weight pressing on his shoulders. He casts one last glance at the man before exhaling sharply. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Kenny just chuckles, watching as the trio walks ahead, hands in his pockets, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He follows at a distance, whistling a tune that grates on Levi’s ears. But he doesn’t say anything.

“Did you bring us anything back, Levi?” Gabi asks, looking up at him.

Levi exhales through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Tch. What do I look like, Santa?”

Gabi pouts, nudging his side. “Come on, not even a little souvenir?”

Falco chuckles. “I told you he wouldn’t.”

Levi rolls his eyes, but after a brief pause, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. He tosses it to Gabi, who catches it with a surprised blink.

Her face lights up. “Wait—you actually got me something?”

“Just open it,” Levi grumbles, ignoring the way Kenny is still whistling behind them.

Gabi rips the paper off, revealing a sleek pocketknife with an intricate engraving on the handle. She whistles, running her fingers over it. “This is so cool!”

Falco’s eyes widen. “A-A knife, Levi? Really?”

“She’s gotta learn how to defend herself,” Levi mutters. “Can’t have her relying on you all the time.”

Gabi grins, flipping the blade open and inspecting it. “I love it. Thanks, Levi.”

Levi shrugs, glancing at Falco. “And for you.” He reaches into his coat again and hands over a small box.

Falco hesitates before taking it, opening it carefully. Inside is a simple but finely crafted wristwatch. He blinks, then looks up at Levi, eyes wide. “This is… really nice.”

“Better than being late all the damn time,” Levi says, side-eyeing him.

Falco rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “I guess I deserve that.”

Kenny lets out an exaggerated sigh behind them. “Damn, no gift for your dear ol’ uncle? That hurts, Levi.”

Levi doesn’t even turn around. “Your gift is me not punching you in the face.”

Kenny cackles, and Gabi snorts as she tucks her knife into her pocket. Falco just shakes his head, slipping the watch onto his wrist. Despite his exhaustion, Levi feels the tension in his shoulders ease just a little. The walk to the tea shop only takes about ten minutes. Falco takes the keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, allowing the group to step in. Kenny looks around, nodding slowly with a small whistle. “Cozy in here.”

Levi glances around, already feeling a sense of peace settle in the small, warmly lit space. The gentle scent of freshly brewed tea fills the air, mixing with the earthy tones of wood and herbs. The walls are lined with shelves of tea jars, some familiar, others he hasn’t seen before. A few potted plants sit near the windows, softening the atmosphere.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Falco says, setting his bag down behind the counter and turning to face the group. “We’ve been getting a lot more regulars lately. Gabi’s been keeping things running smoothly.”

Gabi grins proudly, twirling a strand of her hair. “What can I say? I’ve got skills.” She gestures to the chairs by the window. “Feel free to make yourselves comfortable. I’ll brew some fresh tea for you.”

“Not a tea kinda man,” Kenny waves her off.

“I meant Levi,” she raises a brow, looking Kenny up and down before going back around the counter. Falco follows her. His eye twitches, huffing to himself and turning to see Levi sitting in one of the open chairs with a small grunt. “Damn kid’s a smart-ass.”

“Good thing she is.”

Kenny sits beside Levi, tapping his foot against the floor. “Alright, about the—”

“Not here,” Levi is quick to shut him down, sending the older man a certain look. “Hold on.” Gabi comes back with Levi’s desired tea, along with Falco setting down a small report of how things have been since he’s been gone. Levi nods and thanks them quietly, sipping the tea. “You two, head outside for a second.”

Gabi and Falco simultaneously tilt their heads in confusion. But Falco speaks up first. “What? But we haven’t even had time to—”

“Outside.”

Gabi opens her mouth to protest, but Falco quickly cuts in with a muttered, “We’ll be outside,” before she can say anything more. The two exchange a glance, clearly confused, but they gather their things without further questioning. Gabi gives Levi an uncertain look before following Falco out the door.

Levi waits until the door shuts behind them before turning his attention back to Kenny. The air between them tightens instantly, the tension thickening as Levi sets his tea down on the table with a soft clink. He hesitates for a few seconds, unsure if he should entertain his idiotic uncle. But he has a feeling that no matter what, he’ll be a thorn in his side. “How much?”

Kenny grins. “Confidential, of course. Until you accept the job.”

Levi’s gaze hardens. “I’m not a fucking bodyguard, Kenny. I’m not some hired muscle, and I’m definitely not interested in babysitting some spoiled brat—no offense to her, but that’s not my scene.”

Kenny’s eyes gleam with amusement, the kind that makes Levi this much closer to punching him in the face. “That’s exactly why they need you. You’re not the kind of guy who takes orders, and that’s what she needs. Someone who can think for himself, who won’t just bow to her family’s whims. You know how it is in that world, Levi. People like her, they’re walking targets.”

Levi’s eyes flicker briefly to the door, as though expecting the others to walk back in, but the room is still empty. He rubs his temple, trying to keep his frustration in check. “And what makes you think I’d give a damn about protecting some rich girl? I’m not in the business of charity, especially not for people like her.”

Kenny leans forward, his voice lowering, almost coaxing. “You’re in the business of keeping your head above water, right? Getting by. This job? It’s a chance for you to cash in. You’re good at what you do, and I think you’ll find this… lucrative. Plus, you know it’s not asking for much. Just a little loyalty to the Suzuki family.”

Levi’s fingers twitch, the temptation gnawing at him. He’s always been a pragmatist, and this… this could solve a lot of problems, not just for him but for the people he cares about. But Kenny knows that too. “You’re asking for too much.” Levi finally meets his uncle’s gaze, his voice sharp, but controlled. “And you know I don’t work on other people’s terms.”

Kenny’s smile falters for a split second, but then he leans back again, his expression returning to that smug, confident air. “You’re still thinking like the old Levi. You’ve got a chance here to step up and make a real name for yourself besides ‘the strongest.’ You don’t have to play by their rules, you just need to keep her alive and out of trouble. It’s not that hard.”

However, Levi is still finding it hard to just give in so easily. He’s never been a bodyguard, but is being a soldier that much different? Just protect, right? However, he remembers your father; how couldn’t he? The little meeting that was held after the bomb Eldia dropped on Marley that led to a cease fire not too long after. He remembers the way he regarded him and his peers with concealed mirth in his eyes, clenched hands that made it known how much he despised losing and coming to terms with ‘the devils’. He hadn’t trusted him then, and he doesn’t trust him now. So why the hell is this same man trying to employ him?

He’s never met you, of course. Levi isn’t much to delve into media or the higher-ups. Just simple bits of you here and there is what Levi is accustomed to. All he knows about you is what he’s seen in passing—brief news clips, vague mentions, a face in the crowd of the powerful, the kind of people he’d rather ignore. He doesn’t pay attention to the higher-ups or the media, and certainly not to the rich and pampered. That’s always been a world Levi keeps his distance from.

Kenny, sensing his niece’s hesitance, softens up just a tiny bit. “Listen, why don’t you come with me tonight? Supposed to be meetin’ up with the man himself at some club; maybe you can get a feel of him there?”

Levi’s expression hardens, and he mutters under his breath, “I’ve never trusted him.”

Kenny, watching him carefully, seems to understand the unspoken question. “I get it. You’ve got a history with that man, and I can’t blame you for that. But this isn’t about him, kid. It’s about you—your future. You could save up for yourself and find a better place than some shitty, one bed apartment. If you stick to what you know, you’ll always be stuck in the past.”

Levi looks up, meeting Kenny’s eyes. There’s no warmth in his stare, only cold calculation. “What’s the catch, Kenny? You want me to babysit a rich girl to what? To get closer to him?”

Kenny holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Nothing like that, Levi. I told you, this is about keeping her alive. That’s all. The rest will follow. But you’ve gotta see it for yourself. You think you can read people? Come with me tonight. We’re meeting with your old friend at a club, and you can get a feel for the man.”

Levi’s gaze flickers toward the window, the streets outside bustling with life, and the idea of stepping into that world, even for a moment, gnaws at him. He’s been out of that circle for a long time—he doesn’t want to dive back into it. He enjoys his civilian life. But Kenny’s offer is tempting. Too tempting. He could get a sense of what was really going on and see if it was worth his time or if it was just another trap. Levi stands up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He doesn’t say anything at first, his back to Kenny as he pulls his coat tighter around his frame. The weight of the decision is pressing down on him, but he knows that if he turns Kenny down now, the man won’t stop. He’s relentless.

“Fine,” Levi says, his voice steady. “I’ll go. But don’t expect me to walk away from this thinking it’s anything more than a job. And I’m not playing nice.”

Kenny’s grin returns, more satisfied now as he stands. “That’s all I’m asking, Levi. Just keep your head straight. We’re in for a long game here, and you’ve got a front-row seat.”

Levi doesn’t respond. He understands he’s walking into unknown territory, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it. But one thing is for sure—he’s going to find out what kind of man your father really is. And if he’s going to protect you, he’ll need to know exactly what—or who he’s up against.

A high-end gentlemen’s club was not what he was expecting. Tucked behind an unsuspecting bar, the neon blue cursive letters that spell out “The Silk Rose”. They flicker softly in the darkness of the not-so-early night, casting an almost dreamy-like glow onto the concrete below. The street outside is quiet, unassuming—nothing to hint at the kind of opulence that lies within. Levi eyes the sign, then glances at Kenny with mild irritation.

“This your idea of a professional meeting?” he mutters.

Kenny just smirks, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. “You’d be surprised how much business gets done between overpriced scotch and soft lighting. Besides,” he adds with a wink, “Suzuki likes a certain… ambiance.”

Levi scoffs, and the scowl on his face deepens. Still, he follows Kenny inside, the brute bouncer at the door giving them a once-over before stepping aside wordlessly.

Inside, the contrast is immediate. Velvet-draped walls, soft jazz humming low over the speakers, and golden chandeliers that twinkle like stars overhead. It smells like expensive perfume and power. The kind of place meant to impress men who’ve forgotten what it’s like to hear the word no.

Women in silk dresses that barely pass for clothing drift across the room like ghosts, each movement precise, curated. But the staff aren’t the only ones dressed to kill. Men in tailored suits lounge in leather booths, cigars in hand, speaking in hushed tones. This is a playground for the elite, the dangerous, and the untouchable. Hushed conversations, soft laughs, teasing touches shared between those around aren’t what makes Levi’s nose crinkle with distaste. It’s the look in the men’s eyes that does. The way they eye every woman as if they are a toy to be played with—as if they’re the prey. No doubt the women here have caught on to the predatory nature the men wordlessly exude, yet they’re still here. In a sense, it almost begins to remind him of his mother.

Though he’d like to think she had at least a little more self-respect.

Kenny leads him toward a private room upstars and in the back, past thick velvet curtains. “Suzuki’s already here. Try not to look like you’re gonna kill someone.”

Levi’s jaw ticks. “No promises.”

Two tall men are standing, dressed in all black suits, on either side of the velvet red curtains that separate the wolves from their leader. The one on the right steps up, chest puffed out. He eyes both Kenny and Levi before speaking. “This area’s blocked off. Head back down.”

Kenny doesn’t break stride. He simply reaches into his coat, flashing something—an emblem, a card, maybe even just the weight of his name. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make the guard hesitate.

“He’s expecting us,” Kenny says, voice smooth but with an edge that suggests he’s not in the mood to repeat himself. “Now step aside.”

The guard’s jaw tightens, and he glances toward the other man, who gives a small nod. With a reluctant sigh, the first one steps back, tugging the curtain aside.

Kenny winks at him on the way in. “Atta boy.”

Levi follows his uncle, his boots nearly silent against the plush carpet. His eyes flicker over the details of the room like a sniper zeroing in. He can feel it—every inch of this place is designed to disarm, to distract. And yet, his guard is higher than ever. The private room is dimly lit, the atmosphere intimate, suffocating. A low table sits in the center, encircled by deep sapphire couches that seem to swallow anyone who sits in them. The scent of aged whiskey, cigar smoke, and some cloying cologne hits his nose instantly.

And there he is.

Makoto Suzuki sits like a man who’s owned the room since birth, legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch. His suit is dark navy, custom, his tie just loose enough to suggest control disguised as ease. His grey hair is styled neatly back, and his auburn eyes are trained on the swirling dark liquid in his glass. There's a woman perched next to him, draped across the couch more like decoration than companion. She doesn't even look up. There’s four more of his henchmen standing beside the couch, two more seated at the tiny table in the corner engaged in a small game of cards.

At their arrival, they all look up.

Makoto’s gaze lifts slowly, and when it lands on Levi, something in it shifts. Calculating. Amused. Maybe even mildly impressed. He doesn’t stand, of course. Men like him don’t need to.

“Kenny,” he greets smoothly, lifting his glass in a faux toast. “And the infamous Levi Ackerman.” His voice is like smoke—polished, poisonous. Makoto gestures toward the open couch across from him, entirely unfazed by the cold stare he's receiving. “You’re taller than I remember.”

Levi doesn’t blink or sit. “You’re exactly how I remember.”

Kenny stifles a chuckle, plopping himself down on the couch and pouring himself a drink. “Let’s keep it civil, boys.”

Makoto lets the jab roll off him like mist off marble. He leans forward slightly, that same damned calm expression etched across his face. “So, Kenny, how’ve you been?”

Kenny exhales like he’s just settled into his favorite recliner, legs spread, glass already swirling in his hand. “Busy. Making deals. Babysitting this one,” he jerks a thumb toward Levi without looking at him. “Same old.”

Makoto’s smile twitches—just enough to acknowledge the remark without really responding to it. His attention, however, doesn’t drift far from Levi. The kind of look a lion gives a stray dog: amused, but watchful. “And yet, you dragged him here. Which means he knows he’s not just here for the ambiance.”

Levi still hasn’t sat. He doesn’t intend to—not yet. The air in this room is thick with the kind of arrogance that turns his stomach. This man, this entire place, reeks of money and power layered like cologne over something rotting beneath.

Kenny, unbothered, tops off his glass and throws back a sip before answering. “Told you I’d find you someone. Someone you could trust to keep your girl safe.”

Makoto’s brow lifts, gaze sharpening. “My daughter is not some damsel in distress.”

Levi’s voice cut in, low and steady, “Then why does she need a bodyguard?”

Makoto’s eyes narrow just slightly. Not insulted—curious. Testing him. “Not many people speak to me like that, Mr. Ackerman.”

Levi doesn’t flinch. “Not many people interest me enough to bother speaking to at all.”

There’s a long pause, heavy but not quite tense—just enough to let the power dynamics settle. The woman beside Makoto finally shifts after he makes a subtle shrug of his shoulder, and she quietly excuses herself as she rises and disappears through a side door, unnoticed by anyone but Levi.

Kenny raises a brow and shoots Levi a warning glance that reads behave, but he doesn’t say a word.

Makoto finally leans back, the lazy smile returning to his lips. “I don’t trust easily. You know this. But your name,” he gestures vaguely in the air, “it still carries weight. Especially with them.” His eyes flicker with meaning—whether it’s to the press, politicians, or war-hardened enemies, it’s unclear. Probably all of the above. “My daughter is… unique. She’s sweet, but not stupid. Pretty, but not a pushover. She doesn’t know what’s circling her yet, and that’s exactly why she needs protection. She knows her role, and I intend to have her keep playing that.”

Levi folds his arms. “Then hire a soldier.”

“I did,” Makoto replies simply. “I hired you.”

Something sharp passes between them. Understanding, maybe. Or recognition.

Kenny sighs, slumping further into the couch. “You gonna stand all night like a coat rack, or you gonna sit and listen?”

Levi eyes the couch like it might bite, then slowly moves to perch on the edge—not relaxed, not open. Always ready. His stare stays locked on Makoto.

Makoto studies him in turn, then finally gives a small, tight smile. “You’ve killed a lot of people, haven’t you?”

“So have you.”

The smile lingers, but it doesn’t quite reach Makoto’s eyes. “Then we’ll get along just fine.”

A silence settles again. Somewhere outside the door, the jazz track shifts to something slower, more sultry. Time continues as if the world doesn’t realize two predators just agreed to circle each other, for now. Then Makoto raises his glass again, eyes gleaming. “To the devil you know.”

Kenny chuckles, clinks his glass. Levi doesn't move. He just stares. Because to him, the devils have always worn suits like this one.

“How much?” He finally asks.

Makoto leisurely sips his drink, setting the glass onto the table between them.

He leans back, fingers steepling loosely in front of him, head tilted slightly like he’s just been waiting for Levi to ask. “How much is her life worth to me?” he muses aloud, as if the question is more philosophical than transactional. “More than any sum I could ever offer. But you, Mr. Ackerman—you’re not a man who wastes time with sentiment.”

Levi’s silence confirms it.

Makoto chortles. “Ten thousand a week. A private penthouse suite. Round-the-clock access to every resource you’d need—transport, intel, weapons, contacts. And no leash. You work how you want, answer to no one but me.”

Kenny whistles low beside him. “That’s one hell of a package, even for you.”

Levi doesn’t look impressed. “Sounds like you expect a war.”

The atmosphere is a live wire—thrumming between them, sparking with old blood and new stakes. It’s broken by Makoto rising from his seat, his men following. He straightens out his suit jacket and makes a motion with his fingers. “Come, I’ll show you the prize right now.”

And Levi finds himself reluctantly following along like a dog, and Kenny too. The group of men exit from the curtains, heading back down the spiraling staircase. The music softens as they descend the staircase, like the club itself is aware something heavier just entered the room. Without a word, the other guests make way for the group, some women sending flirtatious waves or doe-eyed smiles towards Makoto. Levi’s eyes flicker across the patrons who glance up, some pretending not to stare, others openly gawking. Power like Makoto’s always draws attention, and the entourage trailing behind only confirms it. Levi hates this part—the theatrics, the display, the illusion of untouchable grandeur. But he plays along, stoic as ever, even as they cut through the low hum of conversation like a blade through silk.

Makoto slides into the center seat at the lavish round table like a king returning to his throne. The plush leather molds around him effortlessly, his posture regal but relaxed. Levi takes the seat to his right, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the dramatics. Kenny flops down on the left like he’s done this a thousand times—which, knowing him, he probably has.

The men behind them form a wall of polished muscle and sharp gazes, stationed with silent obedience.

Makoto signals to a woman behind the bar with a simple glance, and almost instantly, she nods and disappears into the back. Levi’s gaze tracks the interaction, narrowing slightly.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

Only moments later, the crowd parts—slow and smooth—as you step out from behind the deep red curtain, flanked by two club hostesses who clearly pale in comparison. You're wearing a purple satin number, delicate and barely-there, its shimmer catching the warm light in all the wrong—and right—ways. Your hair is styled with effortless elegance, and you walk like you’ve never tripped a day in your life. Or like someone taught you never to look like you did.

Levi doesn’t breathe for a second. Not out of awe, but surprise.

He wasn’t expecting this. Well, you surely look…different.

You don’t look at the men who part like waves for you. You don’t even glance toward Makoto until you’re at the table, offering only a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Father,” you say smoothly, voice soft but clear.

Makoto gives a pleased nod. “Darling,” he murmurs, like the word itself is another performance.

You look to the man beside him—Kenny—and offer a subtle tilt of your head, polite, reserved. Then your eyes slide over to Levi. Your gaze lingers.

And Levi… feels it.

Not just the scrutiny. But the weight of expectation. Of curiosity. Maybe even challenge.

“Having a good time?” Your father asks as you lean down, turning your head slightly so he can plant a reverent kiss on your cheek. “Mingling and all that, yes?”

You chuckle, red-stained lips curling upwards in a soft way. “Oh, yes, father. Of course I’ve been. I’ve made friends with some of those you've asked me to.”

There’s a silent look in your eyes—like you and your father are telepathically communicating. Levi’s eyes barely stray from you, forcing himself to get familiar with his charge’s expressions. Your father hums in approval, nodding. “Good girl.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, head tilting. “Though…maybe some of my friends are having a bit…too much fun.”

Makoto follows your line of sight toward a semi-rowdy group of older men. Drained glasses littering their table as one they laugh boisterously at their own jokes. Your father’s jaw ticks slightly, giving three of his men a tiny nod in the group’s direction.

The command is silent but understood. The three guards move swiftly—like shadows trained in courtesy and intimidation—drifting toward the group of men without needing to speak. Their presence alone sobers the laughter, draining it from the air like a sudden draft of cold wind. The drunkest among them nearly chokes on his drink, sputtering apologies before anyone even lays a hand on him. Levi doesn’t miss the shift. The way your lips press together just slightly. Like you're both amused and weary of what your father’s influence can do.

Makoto turns back to you, eyes glittering with a sharp kind of pride. “You’ve always had a good eye.”

You shrug lightly, folding your hands in front of you like you're nothing more than an accessory at the table. “I just like keeping things...elegant.”

It’s then that Makoto gestures toward Levi with the casual air of someone introducing a pet he’s particularly fond of. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’ll be looking after you from now on.”

You finally turn to face him fully.

Levi meets your gaze, this time with intention. The color in your eyes is sharp, observant—more calculating than your painted smile suggests. It’s a quick scan, top to bottom, and Levi feels it again. The test. Like you're waiting to see what kind of man your father’s put in front of you this time. “I see,” you murmur, tone unreadable. Then, with graceful attachment, you sit at the table—choosing the empty lap of Levi himself. He stiffens in surprise, his initial instinct urging him to push you off. Your sweet scent invades his nostrils instantly. However, he withstands it, deciding he wouldn’t like to deal with the consequences as of now. “You like wine, Mr. Ackerman?” you ask lightly, pouring yourself a glass from the bottle that was already waiting.

Levi doesn’t answer right away. His eyes study you, more than the wine, more than your dress. Trying to read between your lines. Trying to decide if you’re amused by all this. “I don’t drink,” he replies flatly.

“Oh, what a shame. This is the finest liquor in all of Marley.” You pout, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. Your eyes don’t stray from his as you indulge, licking your lips clean when you bring it away. “My father must’ve really hired such a resolute man.” You chuckle, leaning forward slightly and sending your father a subtle glance.

“As resolute as there is.” Makoto huffs in amusement.

Makoto’s pride crackles in the air like a cigar ember burning low—hot, glowing, dangerous.

Levi doesn’t respond to the praise. He just sits there, solid and unsmiling, posture stiff beneath the soft weight of you in his lap. He can feel the way you effortlessly carry yourself. You wear your charm like a silk veil—delicate and graceful.

You swirl the wine in your glass, voice lilting as you speak again. “Will he be sleeping in my room too?”

Makoto chuckles low, slow. “Only if you give him reason to.”

Now it’s Levi’s turn to give your father a look. He almost wants to blurt out the obvious question of why he’s allowing you to act like this in front of him. Why he seems completely okay with a hypothetical situation of some man you just met sleeping in his daughter’s room. But instead, he’s joking about it—going along with it, enabling it.

Do you usually act like this with men?

Kenny lets out a bark of laughter at that. You glance back at Levi, brows lifting. “Do you take orders well, Mr. Ackerman?”

He stares back at you, unflinching. “Only from the ones I respect.”

You hum, intrigued but unshaken. “I suppose we’ll see if I earn that.”

The moment hangs there—heavy, stretched taut like wire. Then you slide off him in one smooth motion, as if the whole thing was just a test. A show of dominance in velvet gloves. You cross your legs and lean back in your seat beside him, your posture still elegant. The toe of your heel nonchalantly brushes against his calf, up and down.

Makoto raises his glass in a lazy toast, gaze moving between you and Levi. “To new arrangements,” he declares.

You and Kenny echo the sentiment, a sweet giggle falling from your lips. Glasses clink. Wine swirls. The club resumes its slow, seductive pulse around them—but Levi knows something in the air has shifted.

This wasn’t just a job anymore.

This was theater. A powder keg. And he was now sitting in the front row, watching it smolder.

And the woman sitting beside him—who had moments ago treated his lap like a throne—now looks like a statue carved from something more fragile than stone. Still, poised, but not entirely present.

Levi glances at you from the corner of his eye.

You're watching the club floor now, eyes half-lidded, fingers idly tracing the rim of your wine glass. You laugh at something Makoto says, soft and sweet, but Levi hears how hollow it is. Like you’ve told that laugh to show up on cue too many times. And as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed loosely, Levi’s thoughts crawl.

Makoto didn’t hire a bodyguard for your safety. Not really.

He hired a leash.

But Levi Ackerman doesn’t do leashes—not for long.

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dollbrbie · 2 days ago

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thinking about levi as your provider boyfriend (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

boyfriend!levi is such a provider, absolutely refusing to let you put a dime towards anything. whether it’s date nights, paying the rent or utility bills, or even when it comes to your makeup, clothes and whatever else you waste levi’s money on, there’s always a harsh glare that comes your way when you suggest paying for something.

he just hates the idea of his pretty girlfriend putting her money towards something when all levi wants to do is spoil you and take care of you, wanting nothing more than to give you a comfortable life with no worries.

so, he definitely struggles putting his foot down when it comes to you, never having the heart to say no to you when you look at him with an excited and happy expression talking about whatever it is you want, levi already pulling out his card from his wallet.

but you always thank him in the best way possible, straddling your boyfriend as you bounce up and down on his cock as your pussy sucks him in with need, eliciting a groan from levi’s lips while grabbing the plush of your hips, guiding you.

“shit- baby.”, he hisses as he feels your walls flutter around his cock, his orgasm so close from tipping over as he tightens his grip slightly on your hips.

“oh- m’ gonna cum..”, you mewl with your head thrown back and your eyes rolling back, your throbbing clit dragging along levi’s pelvis as you sink down further on his cock.

“yeah? c’mon, cum f’me.”, levi says through breathy moans, bucking his hips upwards and colliding with yours as his cock continues to throb against your eager walls.

soon follows your overwhelming orgasm, your legs giving out as your hips stutter from the tingling sensation running down your spine, levi’s name falling from your lips through pretty moans. it doesn’t stop levi, who continues to fuck you through your orgasm before feeling himself empty out inside of your gummy walls.

“fuck..” he mutters, leaning his head back on the headboard of your shared bed and rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, “you okay?”

you nod with dried tears down your cheeks, levi’s thumb rubbing over them as he pulls you closer and catching your lips with his before mumbling, “good.”

and he can’t help but smirk against your lips when he feels the way your pussy clenches around his shaft one last time. god, he loves the way you thank him for treating you so well.

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llovelylove · 2 days ago

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█▓▒▒░░░Twitter links w/ aot boys░░░▒▒▓█

(Levi, Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Porco)

[NOTE]

—physical visual of what some of the text scenario reference! I also thought these would be fun. Please leave suggestions for the AOT text SMAU bc I need more ideas!!

(Sex, porn, slapping?, smut)

⋆˚࿔ Levi. A 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Levi’s office hours

Levi coming home after a long day of work

The only exception Levi makes to jerking off

One of Levi’s favorite positions

Levi teaching manners

⋆˚࿔ Eren. Y 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Eren’s car

Eren likes to take it slow

Eren loves teck decks

Eren fucking on pink satin sheets

Eren loves school spirit

⋆˚࿔ Armin. A 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Armin loves riding

Armin thinks teasing is cute

Wishing Armin a goodnight

Armin favorite way to distress after a big test

Armin gets kind of hungry sometimes

⋆˚࿔ Jean. K 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jean loves cowgirls

Showing Jean new pajamas

Jean jerking off

Hanging out with Jean after class

Jean explaining why everyone calls him horse face

⋆˚࿔ Connie. S 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Connie has amazingly long fingers

Chilling in Connie’s bedroom

Just hanging out with Connie

Connie is really strong

After a smoke sesh with Connie

⋆˚࿔ Porco. G 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Post argument with Porco

Porco loves pink panties

Attempting to take a nap with Porco

Porco coming over after a hard day of classes

Porco also has a burning hate for condoms

#attack on titan smut #attack on titan #aot smut #twitter #levi ackerman #eren yeager #armin arlert #jean kirstein #connie springer #porco galliard #x reader

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shiorihyugawrites · 2 days ago

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Red Regrets

Twelve years ago, Levi Ackerman made the hardest decision of his life—he left behind the only woman he ever loved, believing it was for her own good. But fate is cruel, and when a fiery redheaded boy with a familiar scowl crosses his path, Levi is forced to confront the past he abandoned. The truth he never knew. And the woman whose heart he shattered. (Levi x OC)

Chapter Twelve

It was the final evening before the Survey Corps would embark on their high-stakes mission to retake Wall Maria. The weight of that knowledge hung in the air like an ever-present shadow, yet tonight, the scouts gathered in the mess hall under the warm glow of lanterns, determined to seize one last night of respite. Commander Erwin had ordered a feast—a rare treat of freshly cooked meat, hearty bread, and whatever else the quartermaster could spare.

The mess hall was abuzz with chaotic energy: tables pushed together to accommodate the entire regiment, voices overlapping in heated banter, and the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling beef wafting through the air. Soldiers, young and old, jockeyed for positions near the serving area, clamoring to grab cuts of meat before the platters emptied. Among them, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha were especially animated—Sasha had proven so ravenous that two recruits had to tie her to a chair temporarily, lest she dive face-first into someone else’s plate.

Levi sat at one of the longer tables, side by side with Commander Erwin and Hange, a half-finished plate of meat and potatoes in front of him. He chewed methodically, gaze sweeping the room. Despite his usual stoicism, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved at the corner of his mouth whenever he saw one of the younger scouts break into laughter. Moments of genuine joy were sparse in their line of work, and he couldn’t deny the comfort it gave him, seeing these brats—some barely older than Preston—act like normal kids for once.

“Levi, are you even eating?” Hange teased, noticing how Levi seemed more focused on the swirling commotion than on his own meal.

Levi grunted, shoving a forkful of roasted meat into his mouth. “I’m eating,” he retorted, voice flat. “And for once, it’s not stale bread or watery soup. I guess the budget went all in for tonight.”

Commander Erwin leaned back, surveying the hall with calm satisfaction. “They deserve it,” he said softly. “All of them. We’ll be riding out tomorrow, and… well, we don’t know how many will return.” A subtle pang crossed his face, but he masked it quickly, turning to Levi. “What’s on your mind, Levi? You’ve been quiet, even by your standards.”

Levi continued chewing, letting the taste of the well-seasoned meat linger before swallowing. He glanced around again, ensuring no eavesdroppers were too close. The scouts at other tables were engrossed in their own banter, passing plates and refilling cups. “Nothing in particular,” he muttered at first, but Hange shot him a knowing look, as if to say, Don’t lie.

He sighed, setting his fork down. “It’s Preston,” he admitted finally, voice low enough that only Erwin and Hange could hear. “He’s been hinting—no, more than hinting—about dropping out of school to enlist. The brat is eleven. He’ll be twelve soon, which is the minimum age to join the cadet corps. He’s eager, determined to follow in my footsteps.” Levi’s brows drew together. “It’s the last thing I want.”

Hange’s face lit with excitement, the spark in her eyes was unmistakable. “Preston wants to be a scout,” she mused, a grin tugging at her lips. “Just imagine—a third Ackerman in uniform. We’ve seen what you and Mikasa can do. Another Ackerman could be unstoppable.”

Levi’s face hardened, eyes narrowing in displeasure. “Shut up, Hange,” he snapped, though not too loudly. “That’s exactly the kind of talk I hate. He’s not some weapon to brandish. He’s my son, and he’s still a kid. I don’t want him anywhere near the front lines.”

Hange’s eyes widened in immediate regret, and she raised her palms defensively. “I’m sorry. I got ahead of myself,” she apologized, earnestness softening her tone. “I just couldn’t help the thought… but I understand. You’re right, he’s just a child.”

Erwin offered Levi a small, sympathetic nod. “This must weigh on you,” he said gently. “Especially with his heritage. The Ackerman instincts. Preston might feel compelled to prove himself.”

Levi clenched his jaw. “He’s more than just an Ackerman,” he said, voice taut. “He’s… special. Smart, too. And Penelope—she wants him to finish school, maybe become a scholar or a doctor like her. Something normal, safe. That’s all we want for him.”

Erwin’s gaze flicked to the side, watching Mikasa and Jean tussle over an extra piece of meat. Mikasa ended up with it, of course. Erwin spoke carefully, “Children often have dreams that push them beyond safety. If Preston idolizes you, he’ll pursue the path he believes is yours. He sees you as a hero, no matter how much you try to dissuade him.”

Levi’s expression darkened with frustration. “Hero,” he echoed with a scoff. “He doesn’t realize how many people I’ve lost. How there’s nothing heroic about watching your comrades be eaten alive and not even having a body to bury. I can’t watch that happen to him—see him devoured by Titans. I don’t want him to endure the same nightmares.”

Hange gently patted Levi’s shoulder, a rare, comforting gesture. “Levi… we all know how horrific it is. But sometimes, kids want to shape their future according to what they see in us. If you had told Eren to never be a scout, do you think he would have listened?”

Levi snorted. “Eren’s a suicidal maniac, but it’s different. Preston’s my own blood. It’s not the same as ordering some recruit around.”

Hange’s eyes darted between Levi and Erwin, uncertain if continuing the topic would set Levi off again. Commander Erwin rested his arm on the table, leaning forward. “You can’t hold children back from their chosen destiny, Levi,” he said, voice quiet yet firm. “If Preston truly wants to join, I doubt anything will stop him. Not even you.”

Levi clenched his teeth. The logic stung because he knew Erwin was right—Preston had that stubborn glint in his eye, reminiscent of Levi himself at that age. If the boy fixated on something, he’d chase it relentlessly. “I’ll still try,” he muttered, frustration bleeding into his tone. “I refuse to just let him sign away his life.”

Hange eyed Levi sympathetically, then changed the subject, noticing how tense he’d become. She gestured to the far side of the mess hall, where Sasha had apparently escaped her bonds and now threatened to devour Jean’s share of meat. “Look at them,” she said, forcing a lighter note into her voice. “Acting like wild animals. Hard to believe some of them might become heroes this next expedition.”

Levi made a soft grunt, half an agreement. He tried to push aside thoughts of Preston. But the image of his son, wearing the Survey Corps uniform, fighting Titans, lingered in his mind like a grim specter.

…

At a table not too far away, the Special Operations Squad was indeed in the middle of a raucous meal, stuffed with more meat than they’d seen in months. Eren’s energy was subdued as he was lost in thought at the impending battle, still he stuffed a few slices into his mouth, while Mikasa nibbled hers more slowly, scanning the room for potential threats. Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Armin formed the rest of the circle, passing around a pitcher of water and exchanging banter.

“Captain Levi sure was edgy tonight,” Connie remarked, gnawing on a piece of beef. “He snapped at Hange like that. Usually, he just grunts or says ‘tch.’ But that seemed personal.”

Sasha, mouth half-full, tried to speak but ended up spraying some crumbs. Armin winced. “Sasha, please swallow,” he said gently, wiping crumbs off the table.

Sasha obeyed, swallowing with difficulty, then repeated, “He’s been kinda on edge for weeks, to be honest. Ever since we found out about his son.”

Jean nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, Preston, right? Captain Levi’s discipline was intense. He battered the kid for picking fights at school apparently.”

Mikasa’s dark eyes flicked among them. “He’s an Ackerman,” she said quietly. “That means he’s strong, and from what Captain said, he awakened his instincts. I can’t imagine how exactly that must’ve gone. Maybe he’s just being protective. I don’t think Captain Levi ever had a father figure himself, so he’s learning the hard way.”

Armin, thoughtful as ever, chimed in, “Exactly. He probably wants better for his son, so seeing Preston do anything violent must upset him more than normal.”

Sasha nodded vigorously, ignoring the bit of sauce on her lip. “Well, if the kid ends up enlisting, he’ll be unstoppable. Another Ackerman, plus all that training from Captain Levi. He’d be terrifying in a Titan fight.” She let out a tiny, excited squeak before noticing how Jean rolled his eyes.

“Sure, Sasha,” Jean said flatly. “But also think about how Captain Levi feels. That’s his only kid, imagine sending him into the scouts. It’s a death sentence half the time. I don’t blame him for being pissed at the idea. He probably wants to keep the kid safe at home, in school.”

Connie scratched his head. “Still, the kid’s gotta be proud that Captain Levi is his father. He’s basically a celebrity. Maybe that’s a double-edged sword.”

They all fell silent for a moment, imagining the pressure Preston might feel, overshadowed by his father’s legend. Then Eren cleared his throat. “I remember seeing that kid in action around the time we found Dr. Iverson in the Reiss chapel fiasco,” he said, voice subdued. “He looked tough, but also scared. Jean, you had a crush on the doc, didn’t you?”

Jean’s cheeks reddened instantly, prompting laughter around the table. “Shut up,” he snapped. “She’s just… she’s very beautiful, okay? But I’m not dumb enough to try to step on Captain Levi’s toes”

Armin and Connie snickered, while Sasha teased, “Aww, poor Jean. Captain Levi’s cornered the market on Dr. Iverson’s affections.”

“Whatever,” Jean grumbled, cheeks still warm. “It’s obvious Captain is in love with her anyway, so I stand no chance. And honestly, I’d rather not get my head smashed in by him.”

Mikasa sipped her water, eyebrows raised. “They have a child together so they must’ve been close.,” she murmured. “I heard they were childhood friends. Then, well, they separated for a long time. Now they’re… reconnecting, maybe.”

Connie smirked. “Bet they’ll get married or something after we retake Wall Maria.”

Sasha sighed dreamily. “That’d be so romantic. Another wedding in the corps. Then we could have real food again!” She paused, remembering their reality. “But we gotta survive first, right?”

A solemn hush settled, each of them reminded that not everyone here might see the next dawn after the mission. Eren set his fork down, face determined. “We will survive,” he insisted, as though to banish the heaviness. “And if Captain Levi has a family waiting for him, that’s even more reason for him to come back.”

Mikasa nodded in agreement, features softening. “Exactly.”

Together, they watched from across the hall as Levi, Erwin, and Hange continued talking in low voices, the tension lines on Levi’s face etched deeper than usual. The Special Ops Squad could only guess at how complicated it must be, for a father who’d never had a father, trying to protect a son determined to follow him into danger.

…

Meanwhile, back at Levi’s table, Erwin noted the shift in Levi’s posture, as if the conversation about Preston had tapped into a wellspring of paternal worry. Gently, Erwin set his half-empty cup on the table, turning to Levi. “Have you and Penelope decided anything else about the boy’s future? School or otherwise?”

Levi let out a breath, picking at a piece of bread absently. “Penelope just wants him to finish school. She grew up in the Underground, had no chance at formal education, so she’s adamant Preston must do what she never could. And the brat is smart. He could be a scholar or a doctor, like her. But he’s got it in his head that the military is his destiny.” A flash of frustration broke through his usually calm tone. “I keep telling him: there’s nothing glorious about war. He nods, but I know the moment he’s old enough, he’ll try to enlist.”

Hange, resting her chin on one hand, watched Levi sympathetically. “But if he truly wants it, Levi, can you stop him?”

Levi’s grip on his fork tightened. “I can try,” he muttered. “At least until he’s older, sees more of life outside. Maybe he’ll lose interest. Or maybe he’ll realize not everyone has to fight Titans.”

Commander Erwin gave Levi a small, almost sad smile. “In a way, you’re living the dream for him. You’re revered as the strongest soldier, the hero who kills Titans without flinching. No matter how many times you explain the horrors, he’ll see you as unstoppable. Children often can’t comprehend the cost of that strength. In his eyes, you survived the worst. So can he.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Levi retorted. “He doesn’t see the nights I can’t sleep, remembering corpses. The regrets. The burden.” He exhaled, forcing a calm facade. “I won’t let him throw himself into this. If we succeed in retaking Wall Maria, maybe… maybe it’ll pave the way for a safer future. Then he won’t feel compelled to fight.”

Hange’s gaze flicked around the lively mess hall. “Maybe a safer future for everyone. That’s the hope, anyway.” She then leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So, about Dr. Iverson—she must be worried sick, huh? With you leaving tomorrow, and Preston pushing for the military?”

Levi’s jaw clenched at the mention of Penelope’s name. “She tries to hide it,” he admitted, “but I know she’s terrified. She hates the scouts. She lost trust in me long ago, and we barely started to mend things.” He swallowed, face darkening with a swirl of guilt. “If I don’t come back… well, let’s just say I’m not giving her that option.”

Erwin placed a hand on Levi’s shoulder, a fatherly gesture from the Commander. “Then survive, Levi,” he said simply. “Return to her, to your son. That’s all you can do.”

Levi nodded once, grateful that the conversation ended there. He didn’t like baring his personal affairs so openly, even to close comrades. But these last hours before the mission demanded honesty; too much could be left unsaid if tomorrow’s dawn brought death. He finished the last of his meal in silence, occasionally glancing at the younger soldiers who still bickered over scraps of beef. It reminded him of Preston’s fights, though on a kinder scale. “Kids,” he thought, a faint sadness welling in him. “They shouldn’t have to face war.”

…

Eventually, Commander Erwin stood, announcing it was time to retire for the night—morning would bring final logistics, gear checks, and a march out of Wall Sina. The recruits and veterans slowly dispersed, leaving behind plates stacked with bones and leftover scraps, the air rich with the smell of cooked meat. A few scouts lingered, cleaning up or joking in small groups. Levi took one last glance around the hall, searching for any sign of leftover trouble. Satisfied, he departed alongside Hange, who stifled a yawn.

“You heading back to your office?” Hange asked casually, walking the corridor with him.

Levi nodded. “Yeah. I need some rest.”

Hange patted him on the back. “Then best of luck,” she said softly. “And if you ever need a listening ear about the father thing… well, I’m usually busy, but I like collecting stories about human behavior just as much as Titan research.” She winked.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Still, the corner of his mouth quirked in subdued gratitude. Then they parted ways, each heading ina different area, the corridor’s torches flickering in the hush of the night.

His conversation with Erwin and Hange echoed in his head. The mission was imminent, and though they all believed in retaking Wall Maria, the outcome was uncertain. “I have to return,” Levi told himself fiercely. “For Pen… for Preston.”

He pictured Preston’s bright grey eyes, then Penelope’s tear-streaked face from that emotionally charged evening. The memory of their kiss – the first one in over a decade – made his chest tighten with longing. He didn’t want to leave that behind. Not again.

Perhaps Erwin was right: no matter what Levi wanted, he couldn’t change Preston’s destiny if the boy insisted on becoming a soldier. But that battle could wait. First, Levi had to survive. He turned, gazing at the walls’ silhouette under the moon, steeling his resolve. “I’ll come back,” he muttered. “That’s a promise, Preston. I won’t break it this time.”

With that vow echoing in his mind, Levi trudged toward his office, footsteps echoing in the quiet. The night soared on, the scouts bedding down for one last slumber before tomorrow that would see them ride forth into the unknown. And in a small home in Wall Sina, Preston lay dreaming of the father he idolized, while Penelope, restless in her own bed, clung to the fragile hope that Levi’s promise would hold true.

…

Morning broke with an uneasy hush over Trost District as preparations for the mission to reclaim Wall Maria reached a fever pitch. The Survey Corps buzzed with restless energy—horses stamped impatiently in their makeshift stables, soldiers hustled about, fastening gear and double-checking provisions. Overhead, the sky bore faint streaks of dawn’s golden light. By the time the sun climbed higher, a crowd of onlookers had already gathered at the walls of Trost to witness the Scouts’ departure.

Typically, the Survey Corps left under a quiet veil, with only a handful of bystanders hurling curses or tearful goodbyes. This time, however, word had spread of Commander Erwin’s plan to retake Wall Maria, and something like hope—an emotion the people had nearly forgotten—flickered in their chests. Eager citizens, families of soldiers, and curious well-wishers assembled in the district’s main square. The buzz of excitement rivaled the tension: for once, no one threw rocks or shouted about wasted taxes. Instead, they cheered for Commander Erwin, for Hange’s brainy brilliance, for Eren’s Titan power, and, perhaps loudest of all, for Captain Levi—whose renown had grown to nearly mythic proportions.

Levi himself paid the cheers no mind. Dressed in the standard green scout cape with the Wings of Freedom insignia fluttering, he stood near the front lines of the formation. He wore his usual stoic mask, scanning the crowd. The rest of the squads lined up behind him, adjusting harness straps, shifting on restless horses. Some were wide-eyed recruits, others veterans with grim faces. Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha formed part of Levi’s Special Operations Squad, each carrying their own nerves. This was it: they would pass beyond the walls in a bid to wrest back territory stolen by Titans.

Near the giant platform used to hoist the horses up and over the outer gate, Commander Erwin supervised last-minute logistics, while Hange checked on supply wagons. The commotion rattled through the square: squeaking machinery, whinnying horses, the murmur of the crowd behind cordons. Levi narrowed his eyes, forcibly reminding himself to remain calm, to focus. This mission would require every ounce of skill, and he had to be in top form. He told himself not to dwell on personal concerns. Then he spotted a sudden movement in the throng behind the lines, and his heart jolted.

“Captain Levi?” a soldier asked, noticing him step forward. “Everything okay, sir?”

Levi raised a hand, signaling them to hold. Because in that instant, he saw two familiar figures pushing gently through the mass of onlookers. That vivid rose-red hair and eyes that shone a molten gold in the morning light. Penelope. Beside her, smaller but with the rose-red hair as his mother, was Preston. The boy clutched the edge of his mother’s coat, glancing around nervously. They’d managed to slip through the crowd where families of other soldiers also waited, some carrying baskets or children. Levi swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. They came.

He parted from the group with purposeful strides, ignoring the curious stares from other scouts. Words had spread quickly these past days: Captain Levi had a son. Some recruits openly gawked at the sight. Indeed, the rumor had rattled not only the Survey Corps but seemingly all of Paradis—no one ever imagined Levi Ackerman as a father. Now, here was the living proof.

Stepping away from the formation, Levi approached Penelope and Preston. His face betrayed little emotion at first, but inside, relief and a pang of ache churned. He hadn’t expected them to journey all the way to Trost. For a fleeting moment, he worried about how the crowd might react, but then he pushed the thought aside. All that mattered was that they were here.

He stopped just a pace away, letting his gaze flick over them: Preston’s puffy eyes, red from crying, matched the anxious tension in his posture; Penelope’s proud stance, shoulders set, yet her jaw clenched. Her face was stoic, but Levi knew her well enough to sense the turmoil underneath.

“Why are you here?” Levi asked quietly, voice edged with both gratitude and concern.

Penelope lifted her chin, refusing to let the watchers intimidate her. “We came to see you off,” she replied simply. “I— we weren’t about to let you leave without saying goodbye.”

Levi felt a knot tighten in his chest. So they had come despite the jostling crowd, the journey of traveling from Wall Sina to Trost. He managed a small nod. “I appreciate it.”

Preston took a half-step forward, trembling with emotion. The child looked so earnest it almost hurt to see. The boy’s lips parted, but no words came at first. Then, as though overcoming a wave of emotion, he lurched forward, flinging his arms around Levi’s waist.

“Dad,” he whispered, voice muffled by Levi’s uniform.

Levi stiffened at first—public displays of affection still felt foreign. But as he glanced around, noticing no ill will from the spectators, he slowly rested a hand on Preston’s back. The boy’s shoulders shook, silently sobbing. Levi’s heart twisted. He’d only recently become used to hearing that word—Dad—and now he had to leave? The cruelty of timing weighed on him. He placed a second hand on the boy’s shoulder, drawing him in gently.

“Hey,” Levi murmured, voice low so the boy could hear. “What did we talk about? I told you I’m coming back.”

Preston, face hidden in Levi’s cape, nodded shakily. “I know,” he breathed, tears soaking the fabric. “I’m just— I’m scared, okay? Everyone says this mission is so dangerous. Some say it’s suicide. But you’re the strongest… you can’t die, right?”

Levi’s throat felt tight. He swallowed. “I’ll do everything I can,” he replied, voice hushed yet firm. “But until then, you need to be strong for your mother. Don’t let her worry, and don’t cause trouble.”

Preston sniffed, pulling back slightly, watery eyes meeting Levi’s. “I won’t. I promise.”

Levi wanted to say so many things: “I love you,” “I’m proud of you,” “You’re my reason to survive.” But the words tangled on his tongue, refused to come out. Instead, he raised a hand and gently ruffled Preston’s hair. The motion was small, but the child lit up, understanding the unspoken affection behind it.

Just then, Penelope stepped forward, clearing her throat. Levi’s gaze flicked to her. She still held a small package in her hand. The memory of nights in the Underground flooded back to him: how she used to bandage his wounds, cursing him for being reckless. Even now, she stood taller than him by a few inches, an imposing figure in her own right.

She offered him the package, her eyes betraying a swirl of emotion she otherwise kept tightly in check. “I— I put together some bandages, salves, antiseptic… in case you or any scout needs them.” Her voice wavered only slightly. “You never know what might happen out there.”

Levi swallowed, accepting the bundle. “Thank you,” he said quietly. He turned it over in his hands, the worn cloth wrapping reminiscent of the times she’d fussed over his scrapes in dimly lit corners of the Underground. He risked a glance up at her face. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

Penelope lifted her chin, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile. “I couldn’t just… do nothing,” she said. “I want you all to have at least some extra protection. Even if it’s just bandages.”

Levi nodded, carefully tucking the package into a pouch on his horse’s saddle behind him. “We’ll need every advantage we can get,” he murmured. He paused, staring at her for a moment, heart pounding with unsaid feelings. The crowd’s roar in the background felt distant. Eren’s name was chanted, the clatter of hooves echoed off stone, but in this small bubble, it was just them.

He hesitated, then reached up, curling his hand around the back of Penelope’s neck. The difference in their heights made it easier for him to lean forward, pressing his forehead gently to hers. The motion stunned her momentarily, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“I’m coming back,” Levi vowed softly. “No matter what.”

Penelope’s tears fell more freely now, though she tried to maintain composure. She nodded against his forehead, voice catching. “You’d better,” she whispered, words trembling with a fierce mixture of love and fear. “I’m holding you to that, Levi.”

He inhaled slowly, letting the moment stretch. Over her shoulder, he saw glimpses of soldiers loading horses onto the massive platforms. The mission was nearly at hand. A thousand unspoken truths coiled in his chest: he loved her, had always loved her, and the thought of leaving her and Preston behind twisted his soul. But he would fight. He’d survive.

Gently, he slid his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a full embrace. She stiffened at first, but then returned the hug, burying her face against his collar. Preston hesitated, uncertain if he was intruding, but Levi hooked an arm outward, beckoning him. The boy flung himself into the embrace, and the three of them stood there, locked in a quiet trifecta of support.

Penelope’s tears dampened Levi’s uniform, but her arms tightened around him and Preston. She whispered something Levi couldn’t catch, perhaps a prayer or a plea. Preston sniffled, leaning his head against Levi’s side, eyes squeezed shut. In that moment, Levi felt the most profound sense of belonging he’d ever known. This was his family. He silently swore he would not fail them.

A short distance away, Connie and Sasha, who had been walking by, caught sight of the scene. They slowed, exchanging wide-eyed looks. Sasha nudged Connie, muttering, “Captain Levi… hugging.” Connie rubbed his eyes, as though to confirm it wasn’t a dream. Then they both quietly backed away, not wanting to intrude on the deeply personal moment.

Finally, Levi pulled back, though he kept a hand on Penelope’s shoulder. She sniffed again, hastily wiping her cheeks, trying to regain composure. Preston stepped aside, eyes glassy but determined, hugging himself.

Levi cleared his throat, scanning the area. Commander Erwin stood near the base of the platform, gesturing for the troops to mount up. Time was up. He turned back to Penelope, a thousand words crammed in his throat, but only a few made it out. “I’ll come see you both once we secure Wall Maria,” he said hoarsely. “In a few days. Or however long it takes.”

Penelope swallowed. “We’ll be waiting,” she whispered. “And if… if you’re hurt, you better come to me. I’ll patch you up, just like I used to.”

He forced a small smirk, tears pricking his own eyes though he refused to let them spill. “Yes, doc.”

Preston, stepping forward, gave Levi one last, quick hug around his middle. “Dad, come back,” he repeated, voice cracking. “We need you.”

Levi gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “I will,” he said, no hesitation. “Now be good. Take care of your mother, yeah? And don’t forget to clean your room.”

Preston tried to smile through his tears. “Okay,” he croaked.

Levi took a step back, ensuring neither mother nor son saw the raw anguish that threatened to break through his facade. He turned, heading toward his waiting horse in the staging area. The crowd parted slightly as he passed, some people cheering, some whispering. He caught a few murmurs: “That’s his kid… never thought Captain Levi had a son… and that woman, is she his wife?” He ignored them, mounting his horse with practiced ease.

Commander Erwin spotted Levi and gave a curt nod. “Ready?” he asked simply.

Levi jerked his head in a short gesture of confirmation. “Yes.” Then he glanced over his shoulder one last time, locking eyes with Penelope in the crowd. She stood with Preston, arms around his shoulders, tears still glistening on her cheeks. The heartbreak in her expression pierced him, but he forced a stoic veneer, silently promising to see that face again soon.

Erwin raised an arm, signaling the final call. The giant mechanism groaned, hoisting horses and scouts up the side of the Wall. One by one, the squads lined up in precise formations, dust swirling around hooves as they readied for departure. The watchers pressed forward to see better, some cheering, some praying.

Levi guided his mount into position, scanning the ranks. Everyone was set. He took a breath. This was it. The mission to reclaim Wall Maria, the ambition that might shift humanity’s fate. If he had any fear, he buried it, focusing on that vow to come back alive for Penelope and Preston.

As the massive platform shuddered upward, carrying them closer to the top of the wall, a roar of applause and cheers erupted from below. People yelled Commander Erwin’s name, some cried out for Hange, and many shrieked for Levi Ackerman, the indomitable hero. Levi felt the vibrations under his boots, barely registering the crowd’s praise. All he cared about was the fleeting glimpse of red hair and gold eyes in the throng.

He didn’t wave, didn’t smile—he seldom did. But his gaze found Penelope’s once more, just as she tilted her head up, pressing a hand over her heart. Next to her, Preston gave a small wave, eyes brimming with tears and admiration. Levi inhaled, swearing again that he would see them soon, that he would not break the promise.

Some soldiers around him sat straighter in their saddles, hearts buoyed by the supportive crowd. “We might actually succeed,” a new recruit murmured in wonder. “They’re cheering for us!”

Jean, guiding his horse nearby, murmured, “Guess we’re not useless after all.” Sasha sniffled, tears mixing with excitement at the thought of real support from the people. Mikasa merely kept her calm watch, though her lips curved at the corners.

Commander Erwin stood at the front once they reached the top of the wall, scanning the horizon. The gates opened, revealing the expanse of land beyond—a land swarming with Titans, the path to Shiganshina. He turned, letting his eyes sweep over the assembled scouts, then raised a clenched fist. “ADVANCE!,” he commanded, voice echoing. Cheers rose again, though now from the soldiers themselves, a fervent cry of determination.

Levi took a final look down into Trost, the crowd below diminishing as they moved out, horses clopping on the ramp that sloped beyond the outer gate. He drew a sharp breath. “Wait for me,” he thought, picturing that final hug with Penelope and Preston. “I will come back.”

As the Survey Corps galloped forth, dust kicking up behind them, an eerie hush fell over the watchers in Trost. Many families huddled, tears in their eyes, hoping for the safe return of their loved ones. Among them, a tall, red-haired woman cradled her trembling son. They stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the scouts vanish into the distance. Neither spoke for a long while, each lost in their own tangle of fear and love.

At last, Preston sniffed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “He’ll come back,” he whispered, as if trying to reassure himself.

Penelope’s throat constricted. “He promised,” she said softly, staring at the horizon. Her thoughts turned to the stolen kisses, the quiet vow Levi had given her, the warmth of his arms around her in those final moments. She pressed her lips together, holding back fresh tears. “He promised he would.”

Mother and son lingered there, long after the dust settled and the hooves of the horses were out of earshot, each clinging to the hope that Levi would return to them once more—alive, triumphant, and ready to build the future that all three deserved.

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