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kashimos-hajime · 4 years ago

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interlude | l.a.

summary: levi pulls you away from some rich-ass party for far more interesting activities. you’re just too goddamn pretty for him.

WARNINGS: smut!!! (18+), handjobs, oral (m-receiving), sub!levi, big pouty boy, ok hes just like really sexually pent up and this is how hes going through it, hints of jealousy, teasing, swearing, closet sex, established relationship, but also fluff :), levi is a bratty mf pairing: levi ackerman x survey corps fem!reader word count: 2.3k

a/n: written just bc i felt like it! enjoy my subby needy take on levi in honour of levi coming back all sexy this coming sunday ndklsnf LMAO enjoy!!

crossposted on ao3 x

His fingers are insistent, wrapped tight around your wrist as he pulls you through the empty corridors of the Mitras palace, and you glance back at the party they’ve left abruptly. Erwin will surely be missing their absence, even in the crowd of superiors he’s surrounded by and you frown. Jerking your long Scout jacket tighter across yourself, you glance out at the sunset painting the sky a rusty orange, before glancing back at the Captain, mouth dropping open in protest.

“Levi, what—”

With a sharp tug, you’re pulled into darkness, out of nowhere, and you let out a yelp before hands find your waist and desperate, seeking lips press tightly against your own. A small, strong body is flush against yours as the door clicks shut under your back, and you sag into hands that are flat against the wood underneath your shoulders as your arms drape over a sloping frame, eyebrows furrowing, returning the kiss just as fiercely.

A needy sound pries out of Levi’s mouth as he bites on your lower lip before moving away, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, across your chin, down your neck and your head tilts back, your breath coming out in punched gasps as his hips jerk against your own.

“L-Levi?” His name comes out choked and his head pulls back. In the darkness, you can’t even make out the blueness of his eyes but you know they burn you—you can feel them on your mouth all the same. And then, his head tilts forward, brow against your collarbones and your hand lifts from his shoulders, finding the knob and twisting the lock with a quick flip of your fingers. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles. “I just needed to feel you.”

“Here?” you prompt as his ragged breaths push against your shirt. Your other hand rakes lazily through his hair and he arches into you, nails scraping into the wooden door as your fingers scratch at his scalp. “What—”

“You’re pretty. Too pretty,” he grits out. “Stop it.”

Unamused: “Stop being pretty?”

“Stop teasing me.”

A delighted current runs through your heart at his order and you smirk. Now that your heart is racing, and you’re all alone in a tight room with just him, you can smell his intent all over him, radiating like a frustrated animal.

Leaning down until your lips brush the shell of his ear, you feel his shiver as you whisper gently, “I’m not doing anything, sweetheart.”

“F-fuck—“ His voice comes out shaking, and he hunches over, jaw clenched. “Never see you like this. All political, charming the brass. It shouldn’t work. Nothing should work.” Your hand falls away from his hair and you run your hands down his tense, lithe body, smiling to yourself as he continues to grumble, “But every single fucking time, you just have to be there. Smiling sunshine piece of shit—”

“You talk too much, Captain,” you whisper, your fingers finding his belt buckle of his own formal jacket and pulling it undone easily. The jacket falls in a pile around his legs and feet shift against stone as you continue onto the buckle of his pants, tugging his tucked shirt free. “You’re wound up.”

“You knew what you were doing,” he continues accusingly, his head still against your chest bone and you smile, craning your neck to kiss the side of his head. He lets out a growl.

“You just thought the premiere’s son looked at me funny.”

“He did.”

“Tch, Levi,” you sing, slowly unwinding leather from loops, “green has always been a pretty colour on you. If this whole act continues, I might just lead him on to see what gets a rile out of you.”

He scoffs, hard and hot against your collarbone. “Manipulator.“

“Bastard,” you quip, grinning. “We match.” Fingers curling over the waistband of his pants, you push them down before cupping his head and lifting a soft face towards your own. “Hey, there.”

You feel the flush searing his cheeks, and you know without the light that his eyes are blown out and hazy, lip caught between teeth as he tries to restrain the wanton desire burning through his system. You understand. It’s exactly the same way you feel whenever you’re remotely in the same room as him and there isn’t enough space to contain their impulses without everything exploding.

Tilting his chin, you kiss him softly, warmly, gently, and his fingers find your wrists, wrapping around them insistently, tight enough to bruise. You smile when his nose nudges against your cheek, lips still seeking more. Indulging him for only half a second, you tilt his head up, feeling his mouth fall open as nails dig into your wrists, a warning and an ask.

Drawing back just enough to breathe but not enough that their lips ever part, your words push into his mouth in a heady sigh.

“We have to be quiet, alright, Captain?” You smile crookedly as he nods, the fringe of his hair brushing along the line of your nose and fluttering over your eyelids. “Good. Now, relax…” Sinking to your knees, your hands find lean, burning thighs and you huff to yourself, trailing a finger up to the apex of his leg and you find the knob of his hip bones before anything.

You know exactly what’s staring at you in the face. You just refuse to acknowledge it.

Travelling inward, you trace his V-line until the heat of his blood is so hot it’s near unbearable and when your hand merely brushes against his cock, his body collapses forward, hips jutting with a sharp, tight groan. Above you, you hear an elbow collide with the door and by the way he doesn’t move back, you know he’s leaning heavily on his arms.

Fingers delicately finding the base, your digits dance up his length, smirking at the tiny noises you pry out of him with your teasing, and a hand shoots down to your head but he still doesn’t move you as your thumb presses against the tip, finding precum already leaking down his cock.

“I’ve barely touched you,” you note, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing your thumb all over the head. A short, choked noise rips out of Levi and you smile, reaching blindly for his other clothes and stuffing them under your knees. Leaning in close, your breath puffs against your hand and him as you slowly let go. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” he replies dryly through gritted teeth and you chuckle, spitting into your palm. It drips down your fingers and you grab Levi’s thigh with your clean hand before shifting yourself closer. “God, if you’re not going to—“

Whatever the rest of his sentence was going to be fades away when you wrap a hand around his cock and slide it down to his base, excruciatingly slow. His hips jerk forward, sending his dick the rest of the way through the tight fist you have on him and you laugh, kissing the tip teasingly.

“What? Does that feel good or something?”

“You fucking know—ngh—fuck, yes.” His hand tightens in your hair as you pump your hand, grip tight yet not enough. Your thumb runs along the underside, rubbing over the weeping slit before tracing back down again and the rest of your fingers squeeze, teasing the shit out of him, smearing precum all over his dick.

Your hand on his thigh reaches up, sneaking underneath his shirt to hook on his hip bone and you spread your fingers, feeling the tightness in his abdomen as you continue to jerk him off, kissing the tip with a silly grin every few seconds.

Your name comes out stuttered, torn from Levi’s throat, and you don’t have to remind him to be quiet because those sinful noises he’s so desperately trying to chain back only serve to inspire you, to slow you down, speed you up, tease him until his grip on you is blistering.

It’s funny. Captain Levi Ackerman of the Scouts, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, and he’s malleable when you put a hand on his cock and a mouth at the tip.

Captain Levi Ackerman, and he’s moaning your name.

It’s a thought that makes you smirk as you squeeze the head, your thumb rubbing teasingly over the slit again and his hips jerk forward so violently you think he might lose his footing but he doesn’t.

Captain Levi never slips.

He does, however, have a mouth on him. Something you intend to make full use of.

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“Later,” you promise. “For now…” His abdomen clenches at your words and you smile, tilting your chin to kiss the underside of his cock and resuming the leisurely place of your strokes. His groans bounce off the walls, sharp gasps, raw noises that make your thighs clench together as you lean to kiss his hip bone, around his base, all the while fucking him into delirium with just a single hand.

You try to guess how long he’ll last. Another part of you wonders if anyone’s made the connection between your disappearance and the Captain’s.

That thought, that idea, that some noble with a stick up their ass could have a remote idea what you’re doing with the esteemed Captain, sends a wicked flare through you. Your wrist twists, squeezing nearly painfully hard and Levi’s hips roll forward, a guttural moan spilling out of his mouth.

“Shit. Shit, don’t stop,” he whispers. “Harder. H-harder—”

“Harder?” you echo innocently, your fingers tightening and you feel his abdomen go rigid underneath your fingers even more if possible. “Harder, Captain?”

“Ngh—fuck. Harder.” His voice is a broken rasp as you speed up and his breath quickens. Wrist burning, you pump him through your fist and you feel it the moment he reaches the precipice. The way his cock twitches, the way his voice pitches just enough that you know he’s about to lose it, and you shift on your aching knees as your hand trails down his hips again, finds the back of his thigh, and you feel his leg quivering. “I’m close. Close—shit, I’m— you— Where? Just—just tell me where.”

“Don’t worry, Levi. Just let go for me, love,” you whisper, so quietly, you’re not even sure he can hear you before you take him into your mouth and it’s only one more thrust against your tongue curling against the underside of his dick before he’s cumming into you, a fist slamming against the door above you. Jaw opening up wider, you take him in deeper, hands grabbing at his legs and tugging him closer as his fingers on your head hold him up and hold you still.

The broken litanies of your name are the only sound, only breathed through his ragged gasps and you breathe in deeply through your nose, swallowing him deeper into your throat as he thrusts forward, the waves still crashing over him. You don’t mind, using your tongue to coax the last few threads of pleasure through his body and sucking him off.

It’s only when the hand on your head relaxes does he finally pull out of your mouth and a strand of spit and cum links your lips to his dick, only broken when he falls to his knees in front of you. His bare knees against your clothed ones, you only have to hold out your arms before an exhausted body is pressed against your own, a head nuzzled into the curve of your neck while you trace the curve of his spine, your hands sneaking under his shirt to explore a muscled back.

“Levi,” you hum, amused, and your only reply is the shift of his head against you, the way his breaths puff against your jaw, and your hunger only grows at the idea of his fucked out face, the blush no doubt flooding his cheeks with red, his eyes—eyes that can’t focus on anything. Hazy, blurry, blissed. “Levi, sweetheart.”

“F-fuck you,” you hear his coarse mumble, and you smile, lifting a hand to thread fingers through his hair before tilting your head and slotting your mouth against his. The edge of his jaw pokes against the fleshy part of your thumb, and he grabs the back of your neck, deepening the kiss immediately. Tongue dipping into your mouth, you wonder if he tastes you just as much as you can taste him still. Sighing, your body melts against him and your stomach cramps when he pulls back, thumb rubbing roughly at your chin. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“You’re the one who dragged me in here,” you point out. “But if you want me to pay, Captain, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Don’t give me any ideas.” He pulls back, and you hold back another smile, looking down at the floor as he grabs his pants haphazardly, the belt clinking against stone. Lifting your knees and sitting back, you pick up his formal jacket, flapping the wrinkles out as best as you can while he buckles back up, but it’s no use.

In the light, it’s going to be a mess of creases and implications.

“I think we have to go home early,” you tell him, looking where you think his face is. He looms over you now that he’s standing and you’re crashed against the door, and you hand him the jacket which he takes but doesn’t pull out of your grasp. Fingers brushing along your knuckles, he leans down and places a gentle kiss against your brow. “Sorry.”

“Oh, I’ll accept your apology,” he murmurs, tilting his head to whisper his soft lips over your temple. A delighted shiver shoots down your spine and as he trails a finger down your cheek, over your swollen, used lips, you hear his deadly smirk laced with promise in his tone. “If you can’t tell, I’m positively devastated.”

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scribbleseas · 4 years ago

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Unfiltered, Chapter 2: A Little White Lie

Description: You are a freshly graduated cadet of the 104th Training Corps with charisma and beauty to spare. Sleeping with three very different men pushes you into the center of the most complicated web of secrets and lies that can only be unraveled by one thing: the truth. The same truth that you hide at every turn to shield your carefully crafted exterior and the future of your unborn child.

Story Warnings: Explicit content: detailed descriptions of unprotected sex, really just a lot of sex, so if smut makes you uncomfy, this isn’t the fic for you! Accidental pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, slut-shaming, mentions of blood, angst with a bittersweet ending, hinted abandonment issues, mentions of a terminal illness.

Chapter Warnings: No chapter warnings that I can think of!

Author’s Note: Thank you for all of the support on the first chapter of this story! It was heartwarming to see. (Also, Eren and the rest of the 104th are aged up in this fic!!)

Happy Reading!

- Dan

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Daily training within the Scout Corps was rigorous on its own, but the added challenge of maneuvering with sore limbs and a battered core was excruciating, the pain nagging you with every step, a bitter reminder of your lack of orgasm and the same inappropriate argument with your superior.

Everything about Captain Levi was infuriating- his indifference, the way he can simply ignore you outside of sex and orders. Sex and orders- was there even a difference between the two at this point? He couldn’t keep casting you off as an afterthought if he wanted this to continue, which he did. It was either you or a cold midnight jerk-off, and you knew he’d do anything to avoid the latter. Meanwhile, you had options and quite a few at that.

Since the end of March, the weather was quickly picking up to a warmer, sunnier disposition- which meant training was outside once again. Squads were put into training groups, conversing with each other and going through warm-up drills while you took the time to subtly look over your comrades, searching for a proper candidate to dangle yourself in front of.

You halfheartedly pulled your right arm across your body to appear busy to avoid a harsh scolding from a superior for being lazy. Out of all the scouts, the cadets from the 104th Training Corps were the best candidates, simply for their lack of prestige. Levi wouldn’t care if you picked any scout or any other officer, but you knew he’d notice if you liked someone that he considered below him.

Someone he had yet to respect.

Particularly…

Your eyes landed on Eren Jaeger- a friend of yours and, fortunately, the titan shifter who Levi was tasked with keeping an eye on for the time being. Eren was always easily flustered- to the point you had suspected he had a crush on you during your training days. Reigniting those feelings with a smile and a few strategic touches should be more than enough to coax him into bed; sooner than later.

“Hey, Eren!” you chirped, approaching the shifter without entertaining another thought. He was conversing with his two closest friends- Mikasa and Armin when he was supposed to be training with Levi’s squad. “Mikasa, Armin,” you addressed, mainly to avoid being rude.

“Y/n, hey. How are you?” Eren grinned, his shoulders straightening as you stood before him, completing the subconscious triangle that he had made in the midst of conversation. You could feel Mikasa’s stare bear into your side profile, glaring. Her arms crossed before you approached, but her hands curled into firm firsts, tightening the longer you stood there.

“Could you help me stretch?” You asked. “Yesterday’s training made me really stiff,” your words were half true since a lot of your body was sore and painful to maneuver, but it wasn’t from training. You were in pain from the toll that pleasuring Levi took as you vividly recalled his firm grip trapping your wrists down, and his body kept your leg up throughout the entire ordeal.

A little white lie never hurt anyone.

“I would, but...” although you expected Eren’s response to be instantaneous, you had been wrong. Instead, the shifter looked from you to Squad Levi- where he needed to report to, conflicted between having free access to touching you and to his duty as a soldier. His will wasn’t that strong, given that he was only a pent-up eighteen-year-old guy when it came down to it.

“Please,” you tilted your head, offering a meek smile to suggest that you were embarrassed to ask for help. “It’ll only be a few minutes.”

“I-” Eren, throat bobbed as he swallowed, blind to the concerned look that Armin was giving him. “Sure. What can I do?” He asked, his metaphorical armor falling to the ground. Confidence takes one a long way.

“Let’s go to the grass,” you suggested, gesturing to the large patch where other scouts were preparing for the day by also stretching, some in pairs.

“Alright- I’ll...see you guys at dinner,” Eren waved to Mikasa and Armin and quickly followed you as you led him to an empty spot. The spot was well in Levi’s view but far enough to give you plausible deniability.

“We’ll save you a spot!” Armin yelled, his voice nearly out of earshot to you. He was referring to Eren, anyways. You sat with your class because you were the most familiar with them, not because you were a part of their close (top ten) band.

“It’s mainly in my legs- I might’ve landed awkwardly at some point yesterday,” you mused, slowly laying down on the warm grass. The sun shined in your eyes, causing you to squint at Eren as he sank to his knees to avoid having too big of a gap between you. “Can you push my legs down?” you requested, bringing the soles of your brown boots together and a few inches away from your groin.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve done this for..um, Krista, before...so I think I know what to do,” Eren’s face grew red as he kneed in front of you, his thighs clamping your feet in place, which kept your legs bent and fanned out. His hands were much larger than Levi’s and warmer, too, as they pressed down on the sides of your kneecaps, unintentionally teasing your lower thighs. Eren was too naive to know how to tease, and in all honesty, he was more gentle than you deserved.

“That’s kind of you,” you commented, growing disinterested in the conversation and instead focusing on the delicious stretch that Eren was giving your hips and inner thigh muscles. He was staring down at his hands, focusing on the way your supple muscles moved and tensed each time he pushed down. You both knew that his hands were a little higher than they should’ve been for that particular stretch. “How about my quadriceps?” You gave Eren’s hands a soft tap, and he allowed you to move onto your stomach.

Eren’s breath hitched rather noticeably, and you imagined that his gaze was now trained on your ass, the definition of it clear from your tight uniform trousers. “You know what to do, right?” you asked, feigning complete ignorance as to what you were doing and how it affected him.

“Oh- yeah, I do,” Eren moved slowly, his left hand coming down on your lower back first, flirting with the curve of your ass. His right took hold of your right kneecap. He slowly pulled the muscle upwards while pushing down on your back.

“Don’t let me kick you,” you joked to release a little of the building tension since your raised knee was bent under his lunging body, leaving the toe of your boot little ways under his chin. You rested on your elbows to support your upper body, taking the time to look to the side, where Levi watched you from his group. Watching was in fact, an understatement because his meticulous eyes narrowed, focused on the positioning of Eren’s hands. That expression caused satisfaction to bloom in your chest, the thrill comparable to the good pain that this stretch provided you.

Eren chuckled and, after a few more seconds, switched which leg he was stretching. You were flexible, and as tempted as you were to tell him that, you refrained. A little went a long way, and too much could scare him off. “I’m sure I could take you if you did,” Eren replied, pushing your back down firmly, causing your back to crack. It hurt, but ultimately, the sensation was euphoric- the closest to orgasm you’ve been in days.

The short whine that slipped past your lips made no effort to hide that fact. Although the sound (and volume) were unintentional, it caused a few people to look in your direction, driving your face to color. You pretended not to take notice of Levi’s glare and instead looked ahead of you as Eren switched legs. As shameless as you could be, even you had your limits, drawing the line around voyeurism. In an attempt to regain control of the situation, you laughed at yourself, praying that each chuckle sounded more natural than forced as you let your head dip.

“You really have done this before, haven’t you?” You teased, turning the heat back onto Eren, who faltered at the dirty insinuation. The noise of protest was more than enough confirmation that he hadn’t done anything beyond innocent stretching, which would make this much more fun for you.

“That’s not-...come on, let’s get to our squads before Captain Levi gives me an earful,” Eren dismissed. You would have to be obtuse not to notice how his hands lagged in coming off your body- particularly the one that pushed down on your lower back.

You were more likely to get an earful from Levi than Eren was, anyway.

“Oh, alright,” you said with a soft laugh, groaning as you got to your feet. The pain in your legs had yet to subside completely, but the dutiful stretching did help soothe it some. “Save me a seat in the mess hall later, yeah?” You requested, arching your eyebrows as you gave your shoulders a slow roll.

“Uh- yeah, sure,” Eren stumbled over his words as you already began walking back towards your training squad, dispersing with the rest of the scouts that were using the large patch of grass to warm up for the hard day’s labor properly.

. . .

Eren did indeed save a seat for you on his left side, Armin usually sat, but instead, the blond took the seat across from Eren without a problem. Mikasa merely watched you as you pulled out the chair, her face completely sober while you put your metal tray down in front of you with a soft clink.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, freshly showered, your hair tied back lazily. Despite having expended a year’s worth of energy on training in the heat, the food on your tray (a cut of bread and a little bowl of potato soup) was the last thing on your mind. Instead, you were more focused on formulating a plan. A phase two, if you will.

“Oh- Y/n, hey,” Armin greeted you first, offering a wary smile as if he was trying to talk down a gunman. You weren’t sure if that was something to be offended by or not, seeing as Armin was a skittish soldier to begin with.

“How did training go?” you decided to take his hesitance as a compliment, a testament to the strength of the faux certitude you expressed. Boldly sitting next to Eren was the key to this interaction, and if it went according to plan, you’d have him that night. That was record time when you compared it to the weeks of batting your eyelashes and flirting about you wasted on seducing Levi. Your crush on him was only physical, and he was the subject of the wettest of your dreams- seemingly impossible. The chase was supposed to be worth the quality of the catch, and yet, last night was the final straw. “It wuzsh goof,” Eren answered for Armin, his mouth full with a bite of bread that he devoured. His cheeks bulged with it, but you suspected that he only intervened to remind you that he was there, as if you could forget. “Tirin-g,” he admitted, swallowing down the piece of it.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Mikasa admonished from her seat on Eren’s right. She never spoke to you directly unless she had to for the legion, and as much as you tried in the past, she made no effort to budge. “You’ll choke.”

“I won’t choke, Mikasa. I’m not a kid,” Eren argued defensively, his voice rising to subtly accuse her of not trusting his abilities. He sent her a fast glare that you wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t looking at him.

“They were pretty hard on us today,” you purposely changed the conversation back to the original topic to fill the silence that followed the awkwardly unbalanced dynamic of Eren and Mikasa. “Squad Leader Finn had my group do several rounds of interval training before we even touched our gear,” you complained, shuddering at the memory of the rocky soil pressing into your palms each time you pushed your legs back to plank. The skin was raw and pink, and it particularly stung when you exposed it to lukewarm shower water and bar soap.

“They’re just trying to keep us sharp. You know titans are always more active during the spring and summer,” Eren said, “Section Commander Hanji hasn’t let up with her experiments, though. She asked me for a lock of my hair this morning.”

“I think that’s pretty tame for Section Commander Hanji,” you joked, breaking off a flake of the crusty outer layer of the bread to prop in your mouth. It was primarily stale, but you appreciated the warmth that seeped on your tongue.

“She could’ve made an even cut,” Eren mumbled as he finished off his cut of bread, gesturing to his sideburn, where there was indeed a chunk of his brown hair missing.

You chuckled at the comment as some of the other cadets from your grade populated the long table- Connie Springer was making some shoddy impression of Commander Erwin. At the same time, Sasha Blouse nearly dropped her tray of food from laughter, utterly with Jean Kirsten rolling his eyes at their antics. Even Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover took to the isolated end of the table to speak to each other, albeit Reiner’s gaze traveling to Krista Lenz every handful of seconds. Your comrades were very predictable on a day-to-day basis, which was one of the many reasons why you weren’t close with most of them. People tended to bore you quickly, which left something to be desired, more often than not.

The conversation at this dining table rarely included you, as you preferred to sit passively and wait for the exact moment to make your next move, which was slightly less predictable than your interaction that morning.

You picked up your soup bowl, the metal circumference small enough for you to be able to wrap your hands around it and have your fingers touch. The soup itself was watered down and bland as you thoughtlessly swirled it around with the bottom of your spoon, frowning at it. Before your mother left, she made it with heavy cream and tiny slivers of smoked bacon. The only thing that had in common with the food sitting in front of you was the use of potatoes.

Rather than dwelling on that woman, you turned your sights back to Eren. Getting him to want you was a goal you concluded that morning and now, you only needed him to act on it. Which he wouldn’t without your provoking him.

Purposely, you fumbled with the bowl of watery ‘soup’ and watched it fall, the warm contents spilling down your shirt and landing on Eren’s lap from your proximity. Since the rest of the table was engaged in watching Connie attempt to impersonate Oluo Bozado, a member of Levi’s Squad. Until the sound of your metal bowl hitting the floor (as well as your surprised yelp) caught their attention.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying any attention,” you explained, instantaneously rounding your eyes to make your apology seem entirely genuine. Mikasa glared at you before sharing a look with Armin, who widened his eyes to alert her that you had caught on. You did not attempt to press.

Eren’s frustrated expression quickly melted as he looked from his lap to you. “It’s just soup, Y/n. It’s fine,” he grinned, evidently attempting to lift some of the guilt as you picked up a napkin to try to blot the soup on your shirt.

“I don’t think it’ll stain if we clean it off now,” you put the crumpled napkin on your tray, next to the empty bowl. “Let’s go to the washroom,” you suggested, motioning to the way the napkins had only absorbed the soup rather than removing the dark grey stain that was left.

“You’re probably right about that,” Eren gave his lap one final look before standing up with you, your dominant hand coming to wrap around his wrist to establish physical contact.

“We’ll be right back,” you chirped nonchalantly, quite literally, leading the titan shifter through the middle of the mess hall. A fast glance over your shoulder revealed Mikasa starting to get up to follow, but Armin gently patted her forearm to make her sit back down. Her instincts knew better than his, but she seemed to write hers off as her usual overprotective tendency for Eren. You doubted she wanted to be scolded for it again.

The unofficial ‘Superiors’ Table’ was the closest to the entrance of the mess hall, the table formation resembling a simple cafeteria in many rows of horizontal tables, which made it easy for Levi to watch you and Eren pass him. For a moment, you locked eyes with him and offered a chaste smile to deepen the blow. The way you held Eren’s wrist as he trailed you was a signature tell of a quickie- you’d done it to Levi countless times, and now he was recognizing it as a bystander.

A slight dip of your chin expressed that you were completely serious about using Eren to make him envious. If this didn’t teach him, then you were positive nothing would.

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earthlostgirl · 6 years ago

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Hange has a date and Levi doesn't care at all, or so he thinks.

Things that don't bother

He was sitting in the dining room alongside Mike and Erwin, chatting about the new recruits when he saw her appear by the door with Nanaba. She was wearing a simple black dress, sleeves to the elbow and a closed neckline. It was short, very short, the skirt was more than a span above her knees.

" Hans, how beautiful," Erwin said with kindness.

"Thank you, I feel strange, I didn't wear a dress before joining the corps of scouting," she replied smiling, turning around on herself. "Don't you think it's too short? It's Nanaba's, but it's longer on her..."

She wore very high heels that made her long legs stand out.

" You look good, Hans, " said Mike raising his glass. " Perfect."

She smiled again, shaking her head, her hair was loose and a little messy. Under the lights of the dining room, it shone.

The dress was really short.

"With those shoes you look like a titan," he grumbled, looking at her through his beer jug.

" Thank you Levi," she replied, frowning and sticking out his tongue. - Try not to confuse me with one and murder me when I get back.

He snarled something between his teeth and kept looking at her, and heard Erwin try to hide a laugh.

" I'm going, I'm late," she said, saying goodbye to them as she walked away from the door and disappeared from his sight.

" Where is she going?” asked Mike curious as Nanaba sat with them at the table.

" On a date," she exclaimed, clapping her hands in illusion. "With a man she met at the last dance of the military.”

He remembered that guy. An asshole, like most of the people who strutted around at that stupid annual meeting they had been forced to attend.

Hange had to explain the progress she had made in her research so they would continue funding them.

And to him, they used him as a performing monkey so, those that didn't move the ass of their comfortable seats could see the strongest soldier of the humanity. He disliked it utterly, but now Erwin owed him a favor.

The moron had been hovering all night around Hange, and even dared to ask her for a dance. An arrogant and pretentious prick.

" I'm glad for her, she spends hours locked up in her study, it's good for all of us to get out of this routine, forget about the titans and the war for a while," he heard Mike say.

He turned to look at him and snapped his tongue annoyed. Hange didn't need to go out to dinner with any idiot, what she needed was an end to all of this. So she could do what she loved most. She could go outside the walls without fear of being devoured. She could sit on the grass and draw plants. She could be free.

" Does it bother you that anyone is interested in Hange?” Erwin asked, smiling wickedly as he rested his hand on his chin.

" Why would it bother me? Hange is an intelligent, funny and pretty woman, any man would be interested in her. " replied as if he didn't care about it, drinking his beer.

Erwin burst out a long laugh and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Levi...," he filled his lungs with air to recover his composure and without being able to hide an enormous smile he added. "If you told that instead of grunting nonsense in her presence, you wouldn't have to worry about her dates.”

He wasn't worried, Hange was free to do what she wanted, to spend time with whoever she wanted. It didn't bother him, but he had a knot in his stomach. And he was in a bad mood.

Later, when they got tired of drinking, he went back to his room. Insomnia threatened to drive him crazy. Even if he didn't care what she was doing, he couldn't think of anything else but the four eyes and her stupid date, with her stupid companion.

He stood up grumbling and headed for the kitchen to prepare some hot tea. All this was meaningless, if he hadn't managed to fool Erwin and the others, he wouldn't be able to fool himself.

It wasn't too late when she arrived, she carried a pair of books under her arm and a purse hanging by the hand.

" Levi, you awake again?,” asked when she saw him leaning against the wall next to her door.

He snarled without answering and she stopped when she came to him.

" Is something wrong?,” asked curious, looking down at him.

He clicked his tongue without saying anything. Hange laughed opening the door of her room and went inside. The heels raised her almost ten centimeters and he snorted in annoyance.

“ How was your date?,” he asked, walking behind her.

" Uuh?, " She raised an eyebrow and looked at him full of curiosity. "Date?"

Levi leaned against the door and sighed looking at the floor.

" Today you had a date with the idiot from the dance, didn't you? " he asked again, trying not to sound interested.

" Ah... Yes... yes," she replied without making a big deal out of it, sitting in the chair as she rubbed her feet. " Well, I suppose."

" You suppose?, " he lifted his head and looked at her, she had risen again and was taking off her dress.

" Boring," she replied, stretching her muscles, dressed only in her underwear. " I don't know."

He turned his eyes away, flushed. Hange had never been shy. She was pure muscle, the marks of the maneuvering gear crossed her endless legs. Her body was marked with scars. He felt nauseous, hated each of her wounds.

" Hans... Don't make this more difficult," he sighed frustrated, rubbing his eyes.

" Do what?" she asked while dressing a T-shirt, looking at him in a curious way. "Levi, what's the matter with you?”

“ Nothing," he snorted, sitting on the sofa. "It doesn't matter.”

She smiled and sat next to him, crossing her long legs under her butt.He looked at her with attention, the glasses had left a mark on her nose and he felt the urgent need to rub it.

She began to tell something, as enthusiastically as always, with a smile on her face. She stared at him bowing the head and her hair was falling over part of her face. Without realizing, he moved closer to her. Her lips were dry, and when she spoke, there were small wrinkles in the corners. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips. The soft contrast they made with the whitish tone of her skin.

" Levi, are you listening to me?" she asked suddenly hitting a tiny tap on his forehead.

"No," he replied with his eyes fixed on her mouth.

She moistened her lips in a nervous way and smiled looking into his eyes.

" Levi what...? ” She tried to ask, but was unable to continue. She laughed again and kept her eyes on him, and licked her lips one more time.

“ Hans... I..." he muttered, getting closer to her. - I'm annoyed.

“ With me?” she said only in a whisper, not getting apart from him.

“ No...” he raised his hand and pulled the hair away from her face, placing it behind her ear. “Hans... I don't know what I'm going to do, I don't know what I'm doing...”

She smiled resting her head on his forehead and he ran a hand over her neck.

Her breath was warm but she was nervous and still didn't move away from him. She smiled sweetly and ran her hands behind his head.

"Are you going to kiss me? " she joked without being able to hide her jitters.

He closed his eyes and kissed the bridge of her nose, where the mark of the glasses was. She blushed like a first-time teenager and rested her head on his shoulder. She put her fingers between his hair and hugged him.

"Zoe, raise your head," he whispered in her ear.

She muttered a soft "no" burying her head against his neck and pressed harder against him.

"Hange, are you going to get shy now?" he said, sliding his hand down her back and tucking it into her shirt.

"Yes," she chuckled giving a small bite on his neck.

"Hans, raise your head, please," he repeated again leaning his head on hers.

She separated herself from him and gazed into his eyes, blushing, wetting her lips that he kept looking at.

"Why now?" she asked without raising her voice.

" Because I'm wasting time we may not have," he sighed and stood a few inches from her mouth. She breathed nervous, and the air tickled his cheeks. "And because I like you."

"Oh..." smiled biting her mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. "I like you too, Levi."

" Good," he replied, finally resting his lips on hers. They barely touched each other and she was smiling again. But he didn't take long to kiss her again, making the contact a little longer, Hange laughed and bit his lower lip, without stopping smiling. She broke away from him with a warm smile and closing her eyes gave him a longer and deeper kiss.

He hadn't realized how much he wanted that to happen until that moment.

"How impatient," he muttered seriously, holding her face with both hands. Her mouth was red and her lips moist, and he couldn't stop looking at her.

"Oh, shut up," she replied, laughing, pushing him over the sofa and laying on him. "You started this."

He made a little smile and put his arms around her. Hange smiled tenderly and caressed his face. She bowed and kissed him again, in a fleeting way, knocking him for more. A fresh laughter burst out, crashing into his ears like bubbles. She was so full of life, in spite of everything, of pain, of wounds, of losses, of loneliness... She looked at her in detail, trying to memorize her features, her smell, her presence.

"You are so serious..." she whispered, lying next to him, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand, gently kissing him again.

"Does it bother you?" he asked, hugging her against him.

"No," she grinned. "Not at all."

He sighed, kissing the marks on her nose again and brushed her lips with his fingertips.

" Good," he murmured as he approached to kiss her again. " Is good..."

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lankylevi · 7 years ago

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Rating: E Pairing: Levi/Eren Chapter word count: 3k Tags: Modern au, Blind date, Strangers to Lovers, Policer officer Levi, Barista Eren, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Top Levi, Power Bottom Eren

Summary: Despite Eren's previous attempts at getting Mikasa on board with the fact that he’s perfectly happy being single, she still took things into her own hands and set up a blind date for him. A modern day, blind date (gone wrong) au.

Note: This is the fourth and (for now,) final chapter, a big thank you to my wonderful beta, and friend, @i-am-verybusy. Couldn’t have done this without you, babe.

Previous chapters: chapter 1, chapter 2 and chapter 3 on tumblr.

Read on AO3 or below.

It has been two weeks since their first official date and Eren, being the overanalyzing little shit that he is, paces nervously in front of the restaurant.

Twenty minutes, Levi is already twenty minutes late. No call, no text. Nothing. No warning that he’ll be running late, or something last minute came up. Is he being stood up?

No, Jaeger. Levi wouldn’t do that. Or would he? Fuck. Shit.

Biting his bottom lip, peeling the dry skin till the point he’s surely drawing blood, he decides to dial Levi’s number. Trying his best to ignore the pitiful stares he’s getting from the couples entering Il Giardino.

“Come on, come on, come on.” He taps his foot anxiously, phone cradles between his cheek and shoulder. “Pick up, Levi.”

Voicemail. “Of fucking course.”

He calls again, not giving up just yet. His heart beating faster and faster with every beep, hands trembling as he fumbles with the hem of his coat. Fingertips turning blue from the icy wind.

“Not now, Eyebrows! You fucking- Eren? Hello?”

Eren lets out a long breath, shoulders relaxing as he slumps against the wall. “Hi.”

“I’m so sorry, Eren. Eyebr- Erwin literally threw a shit pile of papers on my dask and I can’t leave this shithole.” Levi breathes heavily in the microphone, frustration clear in his voice. The rummaging of papers not going past Eren’s ears.

Eren licks his lips and sighs. Knowing he shouldn’t feel angry for what happened, but disappointment twists his stomach upside down. “Uhuh, you could’ve at least called me. I’ve been standing here in front of the restaurant for almost half an hour, Levi.”

“I know… I’m so sorry, love. Let me make it up to you. I’ll take you somewhere nice next time.”

“I don’t want a next time,” Eren spits out, slapping his hand on his forehead when he realizes how awful that just sounded. Shaking his head, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I mean, I want to see you now. That came out wrong.”

Levi exhales sharply. “Jesus, my pen almost snapped in half. Don’t say shit like that unless you want to kill me.”

“It has been two weeks already,” Eren continues.

“Please don’t pout, I’ll drop by your place tonight. I’ll bring some wine, how does that sound?”

Eren smiles sheepishly, blush creeping onto his cheeks and hiding it under his scarf. This will be the first time Levi will see his place and his heart beats so fast he feels like a bubbly teenager all over again. “Better. You have my address?”

“Yes. I really have to go now, Eren. Eyebrows is ready to fucking riot. See you tonight, I’m really sorry.”

Rolling his eyes, he cannot help but chuckle under his breath. “Cute. See you tonight.”

Before Levi has time to argue, Eren hangs up the phone and walks back to his car, ready to drive home and make sure his apartment is spotless.

Leaning against the doorframe, blocking the way through, Eren grins, “Oh, well hello, Mister Food Inspector.”

“Brat.” Levi mutters but gives him a quick peck on his cheek.

Clamping his jaw shut, Eren barely keeps himself from gaping at him. Levi looking like a fine piece of ass in his uniform. Control yourself, Jaeger. Play it cool.

“Now, now. Is that a way to talk to your date who you stood up earlier? That’s bad customer service. I’m going to have to give you a bad review.”

Smiling subtly, Levi’s eyes narrow. “Then it won’t matter if I give you this bottle of wine either, right?”

“Fine.” Eren says and moves to the side, admitting his defeat and granting Levi access to his place. “Welcome to my humble apartment. Take your shoes o-, okay you already took your shoes off.”

Levi grins back as he hangs up his coat. “Can’t dirty your place when you’ve obviously been cleaning.”

Dumbfounded, Eren blankly stares at him. Accepting the bottle of red wine as his mouth hangs wide open, almost offended.

“It smells like cleaning products.” Levi explains as he makes his way further through the small hallway and inside the rest of the apartment. “My nose never lies. Actually, that’s Mike’s line.”

“Mike?” Eren asks and gestures Levi to sit down on the sofa in the left corner, that certain warmth he always feels when Levi is around calming his nerves. He sets the bottle on the kitchen counter and takes two wine glasses out of the cupboard.

Levi hums, “Mike is a police veteran as we call them. That nose of his is freakishly accurate. Better than a fucking dog’s.”

Eren chuckles, excitement bubbling in his stomach everytime Levi tells him more about his job. So far, he knows ‘Eyebrows’ is Erwin, Levi’s boss. Then you have Moblit, who’s always anxious except when shit goes down, who is actually dating the waitress who served them on their, accidental, date. Now Mike, a veteran who has a strange, but apparently very useful asset. “So, that Mike, please tell me he has a huge nose.”

Levi laughs, tilting his head to the side and accepts his glass of Chianti as Eren sits down next to him. “The fucking biggest you’ll ever see.”

“I’d love to meet your coworkers someday.” Eren blurts out and instantly curses himself, cheeks heating up.

Nice way to go, Jaeger. Push yourself into his damn life.

Watching Eren out of the corner of his eyes, smirking, Levi takes a sip of his wine. “We have a monthly night out with the squad.”

Eren bites his lip, avoiding the cop’s watchful gaze. “So, that means…”

Levi sighs and places a hand on Eren’s thigh, squeezing it lightly. “Do I have to spell this out for you?”

“Probably.” Eren shrugs.

Rolling his eyes, Levi takes a hold of Eren hand and looks him straight in the eye. Piercing blue meeting ocean green. “Join me next time.”

Cheeks turning crimson, Eren quickly downs his drink. The first gulp lightly burns his throat and the warmth spreads through his torso. Damn this stuff is strong.

“Easy there.” Levi laughs but adds more to Eren’s glass once it’s empty. “Tastes good?”

“Yeah.” Eren smiles sheepishly and holds the glass with two hands, afraid he’s going to stain the couch, or worse, spill his wine on Levi and dirty his uniform. Speaking of his uniform, it wasn’t exactly like he had imagined it would be. He had thought the fabric would be light blue, but it was a dark navy colour and so were his pants. It actually looked like a jumpsuit if he had to be honest, but the thought that Levi fought crime in this attire, was more than his little gay heart could take.

“Eren?”

Lost in thought, Eren shakes his head, trying to stop his sinful imagination. “Sorry, what?”

“Do you want to go minigolf next time?” Levi repeats, pronouncing every word.

Eren’s brows furrow. “I didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to enjoy minigolf.”

Levi shrugs, “I’m usually not, but Shitty Glasses wants to double date and I thought you might, uhm, enjoy it.”

Levi bites his lip and Eren is ready to combust on the spot. Was Levi actually nervous? It’s cutest thing he has ever seen. “I’d love to. It’s a date.”

Smiling contently, Levi takes out his phone and texts his friend, Eren guesses.

He drinks the rest of his wine. Seriously this stuff was delicious. Smooth, warm, leaving him all tingly; he should really write the name of the brand down. He pours himself another glass and inspects the bottle. Squinting when he can’t seem to read the label. Oh well.

“Wait a second, Eren. Don’t drink it so fast.”

Eren cocks his head to the side. “Hmm? Why not?”

Shaking his head, Levi takes Eren’s glass out of his hands and places it on the small coffee table next to the sofa. “You’ll end up drunk if you drink another glass of this. It’s pretty strong if you’re not used to drinking it regularly.”

“Oh, I see.” Eren lowers his gaze, biting his lip. Slightly embarrassed if he has to admit.

“Hey,” Levi says and cups Eren’s burning cheeks with both hands. “I wouldn’t mind if you were drunk, theoretically, but it would be a shame if I couldn’t touch you tonight.”

Eren blinks briefly, breath hitching in his throat. Did Levi really just say those words? This must be a dream.

Without any warning, he leans forward and hesitantly locks their lips together, testing the waters before he pulls away.

The kiss seemed to ignite something inside of them that had been locked up ever since they day they met as they start devouring each other. Teeth clashing and tongues colliding and desperate for control as Eren runs his hand through Levi’s hair, scraping his undercut before he entangles his fingers into his dark locks. Moaning when Levi’s hands slither under his shirt and over his naked torso, feeling like fire on his skin.

“Bedroom.” Levi orders between pants and kisses, and raises both of them off the coach. Eren’s legs firmly wrap around his waist. “Which way?”

Eren shamelessly ruts his hips against Levi’s stomach and moans when the cop grazes his teeth over his jawline and attacks his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Hallway. Right door.”

They stumble into the room but Levi manages to drop Eren down gently on top of the bed. Wasting no time to get rid of his own shirt as he straddles Eren’s hips and kisses his neck again. Licking a hot stripe over his pulsepoint before he nips at the sensitive skin and grinds it between his teeth.

Eren moans at the attention, hands roaming over Levi’s abs, hips jutting upwards. Creating the much-needed friction they’ve both been craving. “F- Fuck.”

Levi quickly gets rid of Eren’s shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxers as he throws the rest on the floor. Giving Eren no time to collect himself as he runs the flat of his tongue over the defined length, fabric rough on his tongue.

“Oh my God.” Eren moans and entangles his fingers into Levi’s hair. Breath hitching at the back of his throat when Levi lowers his boxers. Taking the elastic between his teeth, pulling it down and freeing his cock from its confinement.

Levi glances at Eren, giving him the time to say ‘stop’ if he wants to, and waits for his cue.

Nodding his head, all air leaves Eren’s lungs when Levi takes him fully into his mouth. Cock hitting the back of his throat before he starts bobbing his head up and down, running his tongue over the underside of his length. Fuck he’s really good. If he keeps it up like this he’s going to come within minutes. Shit.

Levi releases him with a pop, “Uhm, Eren?”

Confused, Eren raises his head off the mattress. Heavy lidded and panting harshly. “Huh?”

“I think we have an audience.”

“What?” Eren asks before he looks at the open door. His cat wagging its tail in the doorframe. Shrieking, he quickly covers himself with his hands. “Oh my God, Titan!”

“Titan?” Levi’s eyes falter between Eren and his overly curious cat. “Please don’t tell me he likes to watch.”

Groaning, Eren pinches the bridge of nose and wiggles free from under Levi’s hold. “No, he’s just- I don’t know. I have no explanation for this.” He sighs and gets up from the bed, completely embarrassed and shoos his cat away. “Get out, you damn mood killer.”

Damned cat.

After closing the door, he turns his attention back to Levi and briefly forgets how to breathe. The cop is leaning against the bedframe, moonlight shining straight onto his abs and making Eren’s mouth water.

“Eren?”

He shakes his head, grateful Levi probably won’t be able to see him blushing uncontrollably.” Sorry, I got distracted.”

Levi lets out a puff of air and smirks. “I take that as a compliment. Now come back here.”

“It was meant as such.” Eren winks and crawls on the bed, chuckling under his breath. Lips teasingly brushing over Levi’s lips as he straddles his waist.

“Really now?” Levi purrs and latches onto Eren’s neck in response, leaving a sloppy suck under his ear and nips at his jawline. “I could’ve sworn I saw you blush like an idiot.”

Eren lets his head lull back, eyes rolling back into his skull when Levi slowly starts stroking his cock. He licks his lips, “Nope. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked. “

Chuckling lowly in Eren’s ear, Levi gives him a few quick pumps before he massages the two round globes of his ass. Fingers ghost between his cheeks.

Taking the hint, Eren leans to his side and rummages through the nightstand. Taking out a bottle of lube and a condom, and placing it on the bed.

“Eager are we?” Levi smirks smugly.

Eren grins and bites his lip. “Very. Now, get me ready.”

“Ohh, bossy bottom huh?” Levi wets his lips and pours a gentle amount of lube on his fingers. Coating them, rubbing them together to warm up the mixture and wasting no time to start teasing Eren’s hole. “I like that.”

Eren, now long past the point of feeling any shame, lets out a high-pitched moan when Levi’s slick digit breaches his entrance. Always loving that burning stretch, he pushes down and starts rolling his hips while kissing Levi, moaning and panting heavily against his mouth when he adds a second finger.

“Fucking hell, Eren. You’re fucking gorgeous,” Levi groans and keeps thrusting his fingers in and out his tight hole.

Eren smiles lazily, hands falling onto Levi’s shoulders, looking for leverage, when he pushes down onto his prostate. Abusing it to the point he can’t think straight and turns into a blabbering, whining mess. Panting Levi’s name against his lips. “Levi. More. ”

“More?” Levi teases and withdraws his fingers, leaving Eren’s hole twitching and empty.

Before Eren has time to protest, Levi slides his cock between his cheeks. Slick with lube and precome.

“Fuck.” Eren curses and snaps his head forward, eyes boring into Levi’s skull, he loses his patience. “Yes. More.”

Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, Levi watches Eren reach for the condom and rip the wrapper open with his teeth.

He reaches behind him, skillfully rolling the latex over Levi’s engorged cock and gives a few, efficient pumps.

Levi shudders and Eren loses his last piece of self-restraint when he sees the cop briefly lose himself to pleasure. So fucking hot.

Drizzling a generous amount of lube on his palm, Eren slicks up Levi’s length. Wasting no time to line Levi’s cock up with his entrance and pushing his hips down. He bites his lip to the point he’s almost breaking the skin, loving that mixture of pleasure and pain as his hole burns from adjusting to Levi’s thick length.

Levi lets out a low moan when he’s seated all the way inside. Black strands of hair plastered across his forehead, pink hue colouring his cheeks. “Going to ride me, huh?”

“I always like a challenge.” Eren grins and maneuvers his body so his nails are digging into Levi’s thighs, keeping him steady as he snaps his hips up, only to slam down again. “Shit.”

Levi sucks in a sharp breath when Eren starts rolling his hips in earnest, setting up a bruising pace that’ll leave his hole sore for days. He grips onto Eren’s hips and starts thrusting upwards. Meeting every snap of Eren’s hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the entire room.

Despite his knees trembling, feeling as if they’re going to snap under the force of his thrusts, Eren keeps bouncing on Levi’s lap. All air leaving his body when Levi wraps his hand around his throbbing length, stroking him in unison with his unforgiving pace. Heat starting to pool in the pit of stomach, warning for his fast approaching climax. “Fuck, I’m-“

“Me too,” Levi rasps, fingers digging so hard in Eren’s thighs they’ll surely be leaving marks. “fuck, Eren.”

Suddenly, Levi’s hips stutter and his eyes roll back. He calls out Eren’s name with a sprained cry and it’s enough to push over the edge as well. His release splashing hot between them and onto the cop’s chest.

Catching his breath, Eren lets his body fall down on Levi’s torso, not caring about the mess. Levi’s softening cock slipping out of him as they lay together, panting heavily, eyes fluttering shut.

It’s dawn when Eren awakes, sun shining bright onto his face through the open curtain. He’s tucked in bed, clean, and with his boxers back on. The smell of coffee and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It takes him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes.

With a proud grin, he gets up from the bed and shuffles towards his living room, finding Levi cooking breakfast in nothing but sweatpants. Wait, were that his sweats?

“’Morning.” Levi nods and Eren cannot help but smirk when he sees the trail of purple lovebites across his neck.

Biting his lip, Eren winks. “’Morning.” He leans onto the kitchen counter, not caring about the morning wood he sports in his boxers. Quirking an eyebrow when Levi hands him a steaming cup of coffee. “Coffee? Really?”

Levi shakes his head, smirking smugly. “Just try it.”

Brows furrowing, Eren takes a sip of his cup. Eyes widening as the liquid rolls over his tongue, tickling his taste buds. “One question. How?”

“Would you believe me if I said I used to be a barista back in college?” Levi grins and leans his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“Nuhuh.” Eren stares at him with open mouth. “You’re lying. You hate coffee.”

“A policeman never lies,” Levi retorts quickly, clearly enjoying himself, “and put some clothes on, that dick is too tempting.”

Eren grins and swirls around, swaying his hips as he strolls towards his bedroom. A mischievous smirk curling on his lips when he hears Levi curse under his breath and follow his footsteps.

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sapphireillustrations · 7 years ago

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Meant to be Yours CHAPTER 10 (Ereri/EreMika)

"Hello Slut."

The voice was loud and right in his ear, starting him. He looked around quickly before his eyes found the source in front of him.

"Annie?... How did you get in here?!..."

"I'm like oxygen~ I'm everywhere..." Annie grinned, her teeth almost appearing like sharp razors "Really, Eren? Sleeping with that no-friend, phsyco kid that always looks ready to kill someone or bite their head off at the least as a hello?" She laughed hysterically "I will crucify you for this~" She smirked "Everyone at school will not only already hate and despise you for the whole Mikasa stunt you pulled, but now they'll think you're a dirty man whore who only wants one thing... Looks like I get what I want after all, like always~" She gloated, her perfect skin glowing with poisonous perfection.

"Annie... Why?... Why are you so determined to hurt me?!..." Eren snapped, his hands in tight fists by his sides, his body now starting to shake with hurt and rage

"Because I can! It's easy! And it's going to be so... Amazing!~" She grinned widely

Annie broke out into more hysterical laughter, it practically turning into a cackle as her eyes darkened and a twisted expression fell upon her face. She started drawing in closer to him as that cold laughter rang constantly in his ears, piercing them painfully with every passing second as it sound grew louder and louder until Eren couldn't stand it anymore. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, pounding painfully as his breaths came out short and quick as he started hyperventilating. He shook his head and shut his teal eyes tightly, his shaking hands quick to press against his ears as hard as they could to block out any and all sound.

It was then Eren screamed, Levis eyes widened as he shot up and quickly found the source as he glanced down at the shaking boy in the sheets that he awoke to screaming.

"Eren?... Eren!" Levi shook the male, rapidly trying to wake him to end his hellish-looking nightmare "Wake up! What's wrong?..." He asked in a concerned tone.

Eren woke up with a gasp, quickly sending a fist flying in a blind direction, uncertain if he was really awake this time. Levi caught his wrist before he could hit him and Eren quickly scrambled to move to get up, pacing the dark room anxiously and roughly running his hands through his hair and tugging at his brunette stands in panic. "Oh my God, I... Shit... I need to leave... I need to get to Annies house..." He spoke in a quick and panicked tone

"Eren, calm down, for fuck sake, just for a second..." Levi pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment as he tried to regain his thoughts "What's wrong? You can't just wake up screaming and then suddenly leave, spewing some bullshit nonsense about going to that Bitches house for God knows what reason this early in the morning... Just tell me what the Hell is going on, you said last night that things went to shit between you two..." He glanced up at the taller male as he stood from his bed, walking over to him to stop his anxious pacing by gripping him by the arms gently but sternly and making him look at him "So, what's the rush? What is the sudden big emergency that requires you to be there right now...?"

Eren exhaled a shaking breath "I just, I fucked up really bad last night... Okay?... I didn't just fuck things up for me though, I fucked things up for someone else too..."

Levi looked to him sceptically "So you woke up screaming in a soaking wet sweat over what exactly?..."

"Look, please, it doesn't matter. I just need to get there. Now. I... I need to try and fix this..." He sighed "Last night I was living in some fantasy world where I didn't care about anything anymore and now it's morning... I... I'm not strong like you are, so now I have to go kiss her giant egotistical ass... That's the only way I can fix this and make things go back to normal... Almost..." Eren muttered as he quickly gathered his clothes, dressing quickly as he stumbled around the dark room

Levi shook his head, sighing to himself as he went to get dressed also "So I'll come with."

Eren turned around, blinking "Wait, really? You'd do that?..."

"Yeah, for back up of course."

Erens smiled slightly, exhaling a small breath "Okay..." He walked over to him, some of the anxiety gone and leaned in to kiss him once "Thank you..."

Levi half smiled and kissed him back "Don't mention it."

He took his hand in his and laced their fingers together as they made their way to the door when Eren stopped "Oh, um, by the way... You were sort of... Well, my first..." Eren rubbed the back of his neck as a light blush spread across his face.

Levi smirked to himself "I know, I can tell. Why did you think I called you 'Cherry Boy'?"

Eren blinked "Wait, what?... That was because of the Slushie I got, right?..."

"Come on, let's get this over and done with." He hummed as he walked out his room to go downstairs

"Hey, Levi- Wait. What does that mean...?!" Eren asked as ran after him.

Levi shook his head and turned around once they got downstairs, kissing Eren once more to shut him up before taking his hand and walking outside.

It didn't take long to get to the Mythic Bitches house, not with Levis motorbike. Eren unwrapped his arms from Levis waist and jumped off the bike, Levi doing the same afterwards.

"Shouldn't you really wear a helmet when you ride? What if you wipe out?"

Levi simply shrugged "Then I wipe out."

"But-"

"I got you here without killing either of us, didn't I? Don't worry about it."

"Fine. But this conversation isn't over."

"Whatever." He shook his head and smiled slightly at Erens caring tone

Eren sighed when they got to the front door, feeling a familiar weight back onto his shoulders upon opening the door and walking inside.

"Shouldn't you have knocked? I mean, I'm all for breaking and entering if you are but you're trying to resolve this mess, aren't you?"

"Oh please, I doubt she'll be up and mobile at this time. She probably celebrated by drinking more last night..."

Eren looked around the large room, thankful that Annies father was still away on business or the situation would have been more awkward "Annie?..."

"Mm... What?... Who the Hell thinks they can wake me up at this ungodly hour?!..." Came Annies unamused and groggy voice from upstairs

Eren tensed and Levi rubbed his lower back in reassurance, pulling him closer to his side.

"Um... It's Eren... I came to apologize...."

He head a laugh from her room before she spoke again "Bring me a hangover cure and I'll think about it. Oh, and while you're apologizing you better get ready to really fucking beg for my forgiveness because it'll be near impossible for you to get it after how badly you fucked up last night."

Eren sighed and went into the kitchen to concoct a cure for the demon queen, rummaging around in cupboards with Levis help.

"Mm, I think this might do..." He muttered to himself, pulling out some ingredients to put together.

Eren started to unscrew lids from containers and condiments and pour everything into one cup as Levi watched him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's what you call a cure?" The shorter male asked sceptically

"Mm, guess it's just a little of my revenge. It's gross and I don't even know if it works but whatever." He shrugged, swirling around the disgusting looking contents in the mug and grimacing at the thought of even knowing what it would taste like already "I should really spit in it or something but I think this is enough. Maybe. What do you think?"

"Hm? Yeah, whatever." Levi said as he was distracted, rummaging around in the cupboard under the sink

"What are you looking for?"

"The best part." He smirked upon finding the item and grabbing it "And here it is. You said you wanted revenge, right?" He stood back up, holding a dark blue bottle.

"I think spitting in the cup would be extra enough." Eren shook his head and squinted his eyes a bit, recognising the label and looking at him in disbelief "Hey, don't be a dick, that stuff will kill her..."

"Thus ending her hangover. I mean, I'm a no-rust build up man myself and I know this shit can work wonders." Levi smirked slightly "You wanna put an end to her... Er, hangover don't you? I say we go with big blue here." He said as he unscrewed the cap from the plastic bottle, the child cap lock being no match for him, as he poured the thick blue-coloured contents into a clean glass and inspected it in the light, the shine making the blue liquid look almost appetizing to consume.

Eren blinked, looking at him in disbelief "You can't be serious... Um, besides... She'd never drink something that looks like that anyway..." He shook his head a bit and added a couple other things to his 'beverage'.

"Mm, you're right..." Levi glanced around the kitchen, finding something else to transfer the contents into "So we'll put it in this." Levi shrugged, pouring the drain cleaner into a similar looking mug as to what Eren was using "That way she won't know what hit her."

Eren gave him a look, setting down his gross mixture on the table "We can't just do that, Levi..."

"What are you, a Coward? Maybe I was wrong about you." He teased only slightly

"You know, you're not funny..." Eren frowned a bit

Levi sighed, setting his toxic mug down next to Erens as he walked towards him, wrapping his arms around him "Look, I'm sorry. I just hate how she treats you... It was a joke, okay? Let's just forget it."

Eren smiled softly and nodded, leaning in to kiss him. Levi quickly responded, gently pushing him against the counter as he lightly brushed his tongue along his lip. Eren parted his lips and things were getting hot when-

"Eren what the Hell is taking so long?! When I want something, I want it now, as in yesterday! Are you trying to piss me off more?! Get your ungrateful ass up here already!"

Eren tensed in Levis arms and sighed heavily, rolling his eyes before closing them and leaning his forehead against Levis for just one more second of bliss. He kissed him as he grabbed a mug off the counter, making his way to Annies room with the 'cure'.

"Uh, hey, Eren..." Levi called after him, glancing at the disgusting looking mixture that was left on the counter.

"Yeah?" He turned around, stopping before he was about to go upstairs

"Mm... Nothing, I'll be there in a second." He leaned against the counter

He smiled slightly and nodded, ascending up the stairs only to be greeted by Hell on earth herself.

#Ereri #ereri fanfic #aot #snk #heathers crossover #heathers

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ephemeralem0tions · 8 years ago

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How about Levi and Hanji getting each other's names for secret santa???? and i can see either Erwin or Mike (or both) rigging it so haha ;)

sorry it took long! I worked on Fearless and Stow Away before I started working on prompts again. I hope you like what I did for your request despite it looking a bit too cliche and having to much jokes about crap lol :P

send in a request here if any body want more short fics!

His Happiness (LeviHan - Christmas AU)

Theme: Exchange Gift

Rating: PG

Warnings: curse words, loads of shit jokes, and a reminiscent of the iconic LeviHan scene; pulling hair and dragging momma closer while on a horse

Four presses and eight ‘dings’ later, he was still standing in front of a huge porch, is left foot tapping impatiently with a steady beat. It them who persuaded him to come to the party, and yet, no one seemed to attend to him when he actually went.

Everyone knew he would rather get stuck in his house, drinking tea a day before Christmas and his Birthday, but he actually made effort this year and came to one of Erwin’s big celebrations. He was starting to rethink why he even bothered to go when he was going to be locked out for the rest of the night. It was also damn freezing outside, the wind becoming stronger by nightfall, although the snow had not fallen yet. He hugged his coat tighter to himself and pressed the button thrice, praying someone will actually answer him in two minutes, or else he’s be damn out of the driveway soon.

“Oh hey Levi! Why are you outside?” She greeted him as soon as she stepped unto the wooden floor.

“Looking for Maple leaves” he 'tsked’

“Ah, but you won’t find some in London” she received a scowl from him.

“I know that”

“Then why are you locked out- oh! you can’t reach the door knob?” she laughed while he glared at her.

“I can read the damn door fine shitty glasses. No one is opening the door, its locked, maybe they are all trying to take a shit and it just won’t come out so they can’t come out” he groaned.

“Well if you were using the door bell, I doubt any one would answer. The music is always blaring loud at times like these. Let me take care of it” she cleared her throat and stepped forward. “Its Hanji and Levi open the door!” she banged on the door, making him wince at the loudness of both her voice, and the pounding.

Not even a second later, Mike had opened the door and sniffed the air before smirking.

“I see Levi had actually joined us today” he spoke.

“Nice to see you too Mike” Hanji smiled and went past him.

“Move, I’m freezing” he growled at the tall man, slightly pushing him to the side.

Holiday music had greeted his ears once he came in. The place warm with heater, and everyone around him sporting a smile on their faces, along with horribly designed sweaters. He seemed out of place, looking the most decent in his opinion, the only one that did not wear and ugly sweater.

“Levi” Erwin greeted him, laughing at the sight of his cringing face. If there was an award for the shittiest, most ridiculous sweater in the crowd, he’d give to Erwin. It was a picture of a sloth wearing a Christmas hat, only that it seemed the clothing was actually made as per instructions to have thick ass eyebrows like his friend.

“Your sweater is horrible” he bluntly said.

“Thank you” Erwin replied, still laughing. “Yours look, kind of normal”

“I’d rather not wear a shitty sweater thank you” he hissed.

“I see you actually bought a gift” Erwin commended, eyeing at the yellow box in his hand.

“I wouldn’t have if you did not ask me to”

“Its a part of the fun Levi! Everyone has someone to give to, and something to receive” he scowled at the man beside him.

“I doubt mine was actually fair” he rolled his eyes.

“My, what would make you say that?” Erwin laughed once more. “I’d have to refill the eggnog, enjoy the party for now Levi”. He definitely knew the man had something up his sleeves, he had the feeling ever since they did draw lots, and it seemed like the sniffing man had also been involved.

“Levi! Come here for a second” He whipped his head to the Director’s office and groaned, standing up from his roller chair.

As much as he hated paper work, he needed to at least have capital before he could start his own cafe. Being able to only study up to high school, he was already lucky to be an editor at the news paper company he had been working on for almost a year. He would not have the opportunity of working here if Erwin wasn’t the current director, but he was thankful that he had actually been friends with the 'eyebrows’ back then.

“What?” He huffed, closing the glass door behind him, Mike and Hanji following close behind a few second later.

“You two pick for the boxes” Erwin handed him a pink box while Mike gave Hanji a blue one. Both men had sinister smiles upon their faces, he clearly knew something was wrong.

“What is this?” Hanji asked first.

“Just some draw lots” Mike responded.

“For what?” He asked.

“Pick first before I tell you” Erwin commanded, voice faked to be stern. He groaned and put his hand in the box, feeling the tiny strips of paper before grabbing one. “Buy a gift for the person you picked and come to the Christmas Party this weekend, no questions”

He unrolled the paper and stared at it wide eyed. Hanji’s name flashed before him in bold and print letters.

“Oi! Erwin!” he growled at his superior.

“No other words Levi! You can now resume with what you are doing” the man laughed as Mike escorted him out the office with a smirk. He frowned at the behavior of the two, they set him up, that’s for sure.

The party had been boring like he thought it would be. He recognized some familiar faces from work, but they never bothered him nor did he want to bother them. He silently drank his spiked eggnog (care of Hanji) from a corner of the living room.

“So, you like the hint of rum I poured in there?” she skipped towards him, a glass of her own at hand.

“Not bad at all shitty glasses” he replied, taking another sip.

“I know Erwin and Mike rigged the exchange gift” he turned to her and looked at her straight in the eyes. “You don’t have to give me a gift if you don’t want to. Don’t force yourself” she smiled. “I was really going to give you a gift anyway, but you don’t have to give me one”

“Shut up” he hissed. “I wanted to give you a damn gift four eyes” he didn’t even know where he got his words from. He was worried for her, the moment he saw sadness in her doe eyes which was much more expressive than her whole face. He always noticed her stress, fear and worry on her eyes despite her bright smiles and laughter. He hated seeing her putting up a brave mask when her eyes told the opposite.

“Well thank you then” the light returned to her irises, making him sigh in relief. “Erwin said we could give each other our presents any time we want to. Of course they would want something to gossip about in the office, but he would rather much think about your comfort first”

“why don’t we go to the terrace, the damn boring atmosphere is making me lose my shit” he groaned.

“You better go up the bathroom then” she laughed.

“I won’t drop my shit in someone else’s house, where they crap without following my damn standards” he cringed, imagining a dirty yellowish toilet.

“I don’t think Erwin shits that much. His ass is way tighter than his budget and we all know that” her 'unique’ laughter echoed through the halls as they made their way up the stairs. For others, she sounded like a witch, for him, she sounded like damn angels ringing some bells on Christmas evening.

He opened, the door, wind blowing through his face. He should have gotten his damn coat and hers before going up, it started snowing before he even knew it. “I think we should go-” he was cut off before he could even suggest to go back in and not freeze to death.

“This is wonderful!” she ran past him, holding out her bare hands to catch some snow.

“Oi shitty glasses! You’ll get sick” he snorted.

“Just get the boxes and open them will you” she pointed from behind him.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the presents. There were two that sat by the glass doors, one having plain blue wrapping paper, and one having bright green and red stripes. He crouched down and read the tags. Despite her messy handwriting, it was clear to him that both gifts were his.

“Why two?” he asked, lifting the blue one.

“Open the other one first!” she stopped him. “That one’s for your birthday” she pointed at the box he currently held.

He picked up the other box and slowly peeled the tape of the wrapper. He heard a small groan from her as her hand reached out to hold his.

“Stop being such a small clean freak right now and tear the gift, I’m excited to see your reaction” she scolded him, patience diminishing at his manner of opening presents.

“I do my damn thing four eyes” he retorted, proceeding to carefully remove the wrapping paper while she just stared at him groaning.

He lifted the top of the box once all paper were folded beside him. Small jar lids greeted him and he started taking them out one by one, eyes seeming a bit wider in surprise.

“They are different kinds of tea leaves, the ones that have the best effects for relaxation and aroma. I didn’t know which one was your favorite so I bought eight ounces of each” she explained. His mouth still hung agape, not able to know what he would say to her. “Don’t speak yet!” she stopped him holding her hands out. “Open the other one first”.

Just like the first one, he opened the blue gift with care, avoiding to tear the paper, and folding it exactly four times before setting it aside. He slowly opened the lid, deeming that the next present was heavier than the other. A clear Pyrex glass tea brewer, the latest one, and cost more than a hundred bucks, laid at the middle, surrounded by comical pink styrofoam peanuts.

He held the pot with care, looking at every inch of it as if he was judging it.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, sadness returning to her eyes.

“You damn four eyes” was all he can say after hitting her softly at the nape in a joking manner.

“I noticed how you hated instant tea and had to go through the pain of brewing and straining, partly complaining when the tea gets cold easily, so I bought you this. Now you don’t have to scald yourself transferring from pot to pot” she rubbed the spot where his palm hit a few moments ago.

“I’m not good with words, but this isn’t bad at all” he whispered, still caressing his new items in his arms.

“The best compliment I can get from you” she chuckled lightly. “Can I open my gift next?” she pouted.

He stood up and grabbed her present that he set down on the balcony. She eagerly snatched it from his arms even if he was still a good distance away from her. He smiled at the way her eyes lit up like a child, overly excited with the gift he gave her. He was nearly embarrassed of how small and meaningless his gift was to her. It was almost like an insult even, but he was never good with things like these. He just hoped that she would understand, and smile, be truly happy and not just fake it.

“I love it!” he snapped out of his thoughts and searched for any hint of lying from her eyes. He found none, he knew she was genuinely happy, and it was enough to make it the best Christmas and Birthday ever. “How did you know I love the smell of vanilla?” she asked.

“You rarely took a bath by yourself, but I noticed it every time you did” he huffed. He bought her a scented candle set, because she stinks, but he didn’t know that’s she’d be very grateful with his choice of fragrance.

“I really love it! Thank you Levi!” she stood up and pulled him in for a hug.

He stiffened out of her sudden touch, yet the warmth created by their contact inviting him to give him. His mind told him to resist, but his heart felt right for the moment. Before he even knew it, his hands were behind her back, and he was returning the gesture. Their difference in height made him look up to her where he saw the genuine happiness he always wanted to see from her. Snow fell down from above them, creating a powdery effect on her hair, shoulders, and ridiculous bird nose.

He took notice of the green spec above them accompanied by three smaller red dots. It was without a doubt a mistletoe. He didn’t see that before and thought hard to remember but instead, he thought of a crazy idea.

“Oi four eyes, it is unfair that I only gave you one gift”

“But I told you, it was my choice to give you the presents” she replied.

“And its my choice to give you more too” his gaze upon her becoming more serious.

“Really?! Where?!” her head turned frantically, searching for a second box.

“Right here” he growled, pulling her hair so she could face him.

He was dangerously close to her, his heart pounding faster. Tier one, she noticed his stare and looked into his eyes, he pulled her closer. Tier two, he stared at his lips, he closed the gap between them. Tier three, she closed her eyes, he finally made the decision, closing his eyes slowly and directing his hand towards her nape, where he knew he could pull her much gentle.

The cold snow felt nothing as his body erupted into a million fireworks. Despite the difficulty of having to tip toe in order to reach her, he savored the moments and went with the gentle caress of her soft lips. She leaned forward, making him more comfortable with his stance, as she snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as well.

It wasn’t anything rough, just a soft gentle kiss, a reminder of how much he cared for her, and how much she cared for him. He didn’t want it to end, but they had to breathe in some point. Her eyes still remained locked with his even as they pulled away. They stared it him, with a new emotion he didn’t quite get. The sparkle indicated much more than happiness, but what was it?

A flash ruined their moment. He closed his eyes and winced as she groaned in the sudden eruption of light. He scowled, Erwin must be shitting him again.

“Damn you Mike! You forgot to turn off the flash!” Nanaba hissed from behind a plant inside the house.

“Oi! We know you are there” he growled, inching closer to where they hid.

“Don’t take it all on them Levi” Erwin appeared from the side, an amused look plastered across his face. “Remember how I told you before that if you start to doubt yourself, you will end up regretting your decision?” he asked Levi, but he only returned a frown to him. “I definitely won’t regret asking for Mike’s help to rig the exchange gift” he laughed.

#Levihan #LevixHanji #Levi #Ackerman #Hanji #Zoe #Hange #Christmas #Exchange Gift #AU #Fanfiction #prompt #REQUEST #snk #aot #I SERIOUSLY NEED TO BE FASTER IN WRITING #SORRY FOR THE WAIT I LOVE YOU YOU AMAZING BEING ;)

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