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mojogojocasahouse · 1 year

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Borrowed Time

Erwin Smith x f!reader

Summary: You've known Commander Erwin since he first enrolled in the Training Corps, and he's never been able to shake his feelings, despite his best attempts. When he wakes up after his limb-losing injury to you in his hospital room, he considers it may be time to give up thinking he can let you go.

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.9k

Content: angst, smut (oral f-receiving, vaginal sex, minor marking, Erwin makes having one arm work), Erwin still dies at the end, but soft moments with Levi make it worth it.

“It’s okay, Erwin…”

The pain was searing. When adrenaline had worn off and the battle temporarily won, it had rushed through him like wildfire sending him to his knees. His right arm was gone, and with it clearly his dignity for a moment. The world was hazy, voices sounding like they were screaming at him from where he lay drowning beneath the water, gentle fingers brushing over the hair matted to his forehead…

Stinging antiseptic was the first clue as to where he wound up. The plain walls and white sheets the confirmation. Captain Levi sat to his right, Commander Pyxis to his left, the company more than he was expecting. But they weren’t the only two in the room. You were in the doorway arguing with a nurse in a hushed tone, she must have done something you didn’t quite agree with. You were always the most stubborn person he’d ever known. And that was saying a lot, Levi was sitting right there.

“Why is she here?” Erwin asked in a hushed tone, waiting until you’d begun to retort the latest defense.

“You know why,” Levi replied flippantly, his gaze never lifting from the book that had been keeping him barely entertained.

The late morning light filtering in through the gauzy curtains had set you in a heavenly glow. Maybe it had been the brush with death or the pain meds no doubt coursing through his veins, but for a moment he allowed himself to consider the forbidden, to have what he’d forsaken all those years ago, to finally give in.

He’d met you as a new Scout recruit, you‘d run a shop stand he’d spent every spare penny he had at just for the chance to stop by. His time had been rarer than funds, however, and as his visits began stretching to longer intervals as he fought the beasts outside the walls, he’d assumed you’d move on, find someone who could dedicate the devotion and time he wished he could. But you never had. Weeks turned to months and yet every time he’d walked up you, that beaming smile that shined brighter than the sun had greeted him.

When Wall Maria fell, he’d ended it. Or at least he’d tried to. He needed to focus. He was the Commander now, lives depended on him. He couldn’t have his attention or allegiances split. Yet still he visited your stand, more out of curiosity, hoping to see a baby on your hip and a husband at your side. That was the life you deserved. It was one he could never give you.

You’d allowed him into your bed yet again just a few months ago. Letting him drown his sorrows in your body, take something that felt good for once. He’d had two arms then, both wrapping you up tightly as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by your cool sheets and the floral essence that somehow clung to your hair. The next morning though, it had all come crashing down.

“I can’t keep coming back here,” he’d said as you poured two cups of tea, turning with a knowing gaze to find him dressed and ready to leave.

“You say that every time, Erwin,” you’d replied with a smirk, “And every time you show back up.”

“I mean it this time. Go and move on.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

“I wasn’t asking— “

“I’m not one of your soldiers you can order around, Commander.”

The venom in your tone had stung. You’d been standing, palms planted on the table as your eyes flamed with a rage that should never have burned in the quiet hours of the morning. He’d felt regret as he watched tears pool in your lower lids, your body shaking as you held back a wave of ire he knew he deserved.

“Why do you wait for me?” he’d finally asked, shoulders slumped, resolve more battered here and now than after any battle with a titan.

“Because I love you.”

In all the times he’d imagined someone saying those three words to him, he hadn’t envisioned it feeling as it had then. Not that he’d ever expected to find himself in this position, but dread had iced his veins, the hole opening in his chest like a beast’s mouth ready to devour him, you’d looked so beautiful, and he’d stood idly by like the villain he knew he was.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” you’d pressed, unwilling to let him continue masquerading in this charade, “Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll do as you say. I’ll marry that nice barkeep from down the road. He’s been so insistent.”

He could still remember the tension in his jaw at your suggestion, the way his teeth had been gnashed together so tightly he swore a molar would crack. Nostrils flared, fists balled, he’d tried to will himself to lie. He lied constantly—to himself, to his soldiers, to his officers—why had this been any different? Falsity had become a second language, and this had required only a few words and no explanation, it should have been easy.

“Surely the Scouts’ fearless leader can find a few spare syllables,” you’d taunted, he loved that about you, “How do I compare to the monsters you face day after day? I‘m nothing to fear.”

You’d never been nothing.

Instead of releasing the cruel iron grip he had on your heart, he’d found himself once again buried to the hilt between your thighs. Perched on your kitchen counter, you’d whimpered as he’d sought refuge in you for what he thought would be the final time. He’d tried to memorize every sensation—your fingers tugging through his golden hair, your breathy moans hot on the shell of his ear, the way your thighs quivered around his waist as he slammed into you ruthlessly and without remorse until he was spilling across your stomach. A better man would have walked away.

For the first time in all the years of infrequent rendezvouses and goodbye kisses that lingered for too long, he’d finally allowed the truth to be uttered that day.

“I leave because I love you. I return because I’m selfish. But not anymore. This is through, I promise you.”

You’d thrown him out then, screamed at the top of your lungs, betrayal so heavy in your voice the weight almost sent him to his knees. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, with you half naked by his hand slumped on the floor, tears soaking the cheeks he’d long to see pressed in a smile again. It was, however, the ending he’d deserved.

“Hange called for her,” Levi continued, snapping him back to reality, “I’m surprised she showed up after the mood you came back in last time. I’d assumed it had finally ended.”

“As did I,” Erwin replied, doing his best to stomp on the hope fluttering in his chest.

The reflection staring back at him was damn near unrecognizable. Blond whiskers sat thin and patchy on his jaw, his hair unwashed and clumped around his face, a bloody bandage still wrapped around the stump of his right arm. He hadn’t emerged in days, the troops couldn’t see him like this, it would destroy morale, so he stayed hidden.

Three knocks roused him from his self-loathing, Levi stepping into the room after invitation.

“The stench coming from this room is deplorable, Commander” he uttered with disgust, the shadow of a person standing behind the Captain dancing on the walls, “And that beard looks ridiculous.”

“It’s not so bad,” you argued as you stepped into the room, giving Levi a mischievous smirk as you passed, “I can’t argue the smell though.”

“Fix him. Please.”

And with that the door closed, leaving you alone with Erwin for the first time since he’d been brought back on a stretcher. He’d been delirious at the time, muttering about attacks and a boy named Eren. It had taken a fair amount of effort to not read into the way he relaxed when you’d taken his hand, the murmuring had stopped, his head lolling towards you, the whisper of your name. It had been coincidence, nothing more but potentially less.

Despite being in the room when he’d woken for the first time, you hadn’t spoken to him. You’d been fretting over the choice of treatments, the bandages, arguing for the sake of distraction as he laid in limbo between life and death. The last words you’d said to him had been vicious and cruel, the haunting thought it would be the last he ever heard gnawing at you as you watched his chest shallowly rise and fall from afar. Levi had been quiet, ever watchful and intuitive, you’d met him a handful of times and were unaware of what he knew. From the way his eyes slyly followed you in those terrifying hours, it was safe to assume Erwin might also be just as in the dark as you regarding just how much the Captain of the Scouts was privy to.

“Did Hange send for you again?” Erwin asked, turning back to the mirror he’d been studying himself in, “I can assure I’m perfectly fine.”

“I have no doubts you are,” you agreed, “I came for my own peace of mind.”

You’d debated whether to check in on him for days. Your head had told you to let him rot in despair, your heart needing to see he’d pulled through. As always, your heart had won out.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you began, his scoff stopping you in tracks, the creases between his brow deepening as he scowled.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he lamented, his one arm now holding up upright on the edge of the dresser, “I deserved your words and much worse.”

With trepidatious steps you approached him, sliding your palms along his upper back before wrapping your arms around his middle, pressing your cheek to the valley between his muscled shoulders. You felt the shuddering exhale in his chest, and when you pulled gently to move him towards the small washroom in his quarters, he didn’t resist. You shaved him first at his meek and bashful request he felt no right to ask for, the feeling of your fingers so gently cradling his face releasing the knot of tension he’d been holding. He then allowed you to strip him down and settle him into the bath you’d drawn up. It felt unbecoming, but as your fingers began gliding soap through his hair, he didn’t care.

Perhaps in this moment he could be weak.

As you methodically worked, your face was so close to his as you continued to scrub, it was impossible to resist that which he always craved. Your breath hitched as his lips pressed to yours, the immediate tug of your bottom between his own causing a sopping went hand to cup at your jaw, he couldn’t lose this. Not yet. The water was cool as it dripped down the side of your neck, a stark contrast to the heat blossoming on your cheeks as you fell into the same snare that claimed you time and time again.

His kiss felt like home. The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue as it met yours like an old friend, his nose pressing to your cheek as he sought more contact than the porcelain separating your bodies would allow. The water was tinged with blood from his severed limb, yet you still considered clambering into the water, the want to be pressed against his chest growing in your stomach and threatening to burst. With every meeting you’d had throughout the years, your need had always grown. Each night you spent with him made the wait until the next all the more impossible. Where once you could go weeks without desire creeping it, it had soon turned to days, and now after his brush with death, there was no stopping the raw, animalistic urgency making your nerves stand on edge.

“Get out of the water,” you begged into his open mouth, pulling him by the handful of hair you’d grabbed as your tongues had danced as they had so many times before, “Please, love.”

Out of everyone within these walls, the only person’s orders Erwin Smith would follow implicitly were yours. You wrapped a towel around his waist as he stepped out of the tub, his mouth still lazily dragging with yours as you pushed him towards the chair, the supplies to re-bandage his arm set out. Groaning in frustration, he sat, his hand tugging at the buttons of your shirt awkwardly until it slid down your shoulders. Concentrating on the task before you was far more difficult has his lips latched around your nipple, his tongue flicking the little bud until it was stiff and practically sore before moving to lavish the other with the same attention.

When he’d had his fill, he explored your ribs and shoulders with hot, opened mouthed kisses, your fingers barely able to tie the bandage that had taken you twice as long as it should have to apply. He’d mapped your body long ago, planned foolproof attacks, and struck with expert precision to every spot that made you sigh and whimper. It was strategic. The long game always the preferred method of attack.

“Lay down,” he instructed as you finished, his hand tugging your skirt down one hip, your own fingers finishing the job for him.

Your spine prickled with anticipation as you obeyed his order, his bed softer than you imagined military quarters to have. His blanket was cool and silky, a stark contrast to the fire burning beneath your skin. It didn’t matter you found yourself beneath him countless times before, each and every time had your body wracking with tremors in pure anticipation. Erwin never rushed. He always took his time from the moment his lips brushed yours until you drifted to sleep in his arms. This was no exception.

Modesty had gone out the window years ago; you laid waiting, your knees bent up and spread, his gaze transfixed on what you offered so brazenly to him. His steps were long yet slow, eyes inspecting, mind strategizing, it all sent butterflies erupting in your stomach and goosebumps rising on your skin. You’d positioned yourself for his most common attack, your bottom near the edge of the mattress, and he took the bait. Crystal blue eyes locked with yours as he dropped to his knees, your right leg being pushed towards your chest, your left following the ghost of a command to match.

“I have missed you, darling,” he purred against your inner thigh, inhaling deeply as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Prove it,” you taunted, the cool air chilling your damp skin.

Your cry of relief drowned out the gruff chuckle that rumbled through his chest. There was nothing timid about the way his mouth dove into you, seeking a taste of the sweetness it craved. He began at your opening, collecting what had begun to accumulate before pursing around your buzzing bundle of nerves. Had you ever allowed other men into your bed, you knew they wouldn’t compare to the man on his knees before you. He knew the exact variations in pressure that made you keen and the pitch of your breathy moans that instructed him to flick instead of press. It didn’t matter he likely shared walls with his comrades, they could listen as he wound you up closer and closer to euphoria with every swipe and swirl of the silver tongue that he’d persuaded them to forfeit their lives to the cause with.

The warm, wet heat of his mouth was overwhelming, maybe it was the residual anxiety of losing him or the thrill of being in the Scouts headquarters splayed open on their Commander’s bed. He drank from you as if his very will to live was found in arousal freely leaking, his tongue the only thing keeping the sheets from being coated in your slick. Soft, blond hair that was still wet at the root slid easily through your fingers as your slit slid over the crook in his nose, seeking just a little bit more as the elastic stretching in your core began to quiver, its reverberating snap just waiting for the right moment to release it.

“Stop holding back,” he commanded, lidded eyes as bright as the sky filled with intention snapping to your blackened irises, “I’ll remain here all night if I must.”

A tempting offer, but the severity of his tone and unwavering resolve to keep true to those words had the weight bearing down on your center exploding outward. Your back arched off the mattress, the grip in his hair tightening as a feral cry echoed off the walls as you went boneless. As you lay gasping for air, sweaty and limp, his lips pressed softly up your body, your hands shifting to gently cup his jaw as he moved to your mouth.

When he kissed you, his tongue heavy with your taste still; it made you feel like he was yours. His chin was still damp, eyes closed as he allowed his sense of touch to overpower him, and you swallowed the little muffled grunts of appreciation he breathed into your mouth greedily. On a normal day, you were a lowly shopkeeper from Wall Maria trying to still earn her place within Wall Rose, but with him, you were almost invincible.

Almost.

Instinctually, your hand went to grip his biceps, your left hand passing where his arm would be and landing on his side. He froze, his cheeks burning pink, muscles tensing, you could feel his entire body seizing up as his gaze averted to the pillow beside your head.

“Hey,” you cooed, once again cradling his face gently, “Erwin, love, look at me.”

He obeyed, his shame almost palpable as you smiled softly at him, propping yourself up just enough to pepper lingering, reverent pecks to the curve of his now-useless right shoulder. As you felt him relax, you continued over to his collarbone, suckling hard on his alabaster skin, lapping at the freshly sore spot before pulling away to marvel at your work. His skin immediately began to blossom, your eyes transfixed as you reached down and fisted his cock that sat heavily on your stomach. Just like every time before, his body shuddered, a blissful sigh hitting your lips before you kissed him again, enjoying his slow and sloppy response.

With your legs lewdly splayed, you notched him at your entrance, his hips pushing in immediately. Your cunt took him easily despite his intimidating size thanks to both his expert warm-up and years of acclimation. He’d always split you open in the most satiating of ways, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you sighed when he bottomed out, the blond curls at his base scraping against your clit still sensitive from his tongue.

“You’re soaked,” he noted, and you laughed, pulling his forehead to yours humming in response, “I was a fool to think I could stay away.”

He gave you no time to retort as he slammed back into you hard enough to have you sliding up the bed. His pace was unforgiving, both knees know bent up under your ass for leverage as his fingers wound into your hair, tugging your head back enough to have you arched perfectly. Your nipples brushed over the soft hair covering his chest, your throat exposed for him to leave a claim of his own, your skin prickling and sore as he moved to whimper into your ear.

Every thrust had you seeing stars, his pinpointed accuracy finding the spot so deep he’d been the only man to ever find it. He’d prided himself on that, ensuring that you got the attention he believed you so wholly deserved. Even when he was rough, he was reverent, his fingers scratching soothingly against your stinging scalp between tugs, gentle kisses, sweet reassurances; you were the priority.

“Take me so well,” he sputtered, the wet squelching of your cunt around his girth almost drowning out his words, “Always so tight. So perfect…”

If you had the ability to form words, you would have responded with praise of your own, but a hoarse cry was all you could muster as you throttled his cock, clamping down as the dam holding back the pressure threatened to shatter.

“Such a good girl,” he continued, knowing exactly what his words would do, “My good girl.”

You’d known that for years, but it wasn't something either of you had been willing to admit. You were his and he was yours, whenever he could be, and no matter the limitations and long absences that’s how it always would be.

Thin, red lines decorated his back, the sound of skin slamming against skin waltzing with both of your whines and moans in the dimly lit space. He was battering into you now, chasing yours and his own release, your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist to keep yourself in place as best you could.

“Please, Erwin,” you begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you teetered in the edge of overstimulated, “Please.”

Those little pleads were all he needed. His mouth captured yours again, his tongue running along yours paralyzed in anticipation as every one of your nerves seared and jolted. It rolled over you like the summer sun emerging from behind the clouds, slow and satisfying, your muscles clamping down before releasing, bliss washing over your spent, aching limbs. He followed not long after, spilling hot and thick along your stomach, your fingers absentmindedly swirling through the pearly liquid as he pulled away. They were replaced quickly with a warm, wet cloth, Erwin cleaning his mess and between your thighs gently before taking the opportunity to settle his head on your chest, your arms wrapping him up tightly.

“When Wall Maria is secured…perhaps I can…” he was slurring, exhaustion taking him hostage as the steady thud of your heart in his ear and the security of your hold lulled him to sleep.

“Sssh,” you stopped him, “Don’t.”

That would be an empty promise you wouldn’t survive being broken.

He woke first the following morning, arriving back at the room with two plates of breakfast as your eyes were fluttering open. Despite stopping him before he could utter the words, you’d dwelled on the thought of him leaving his post as Commander. He could train the new recruits, be home for dinner most nights and lying beside you in bed with a book before you silently debated who collapsed onto who to sleep. His life wouldn’t be threatened, and you’d no longer have to grapple with the hatred you felt for the man you loved risking everything for people who despised him.

The silence was heavy as you ate, your thoughts too preoccupied, and he noticed. He watched you like a hawk, trying to read you and failing, he probably didn’t even remember what he’d begun to promise in the haze of euphoria and exhaustion.

Before his duties began for the day, he walked you home, uncaring of the late arrival he’d have to his meetings with Levi, Hange, and other officials. On the street, there was no freedom to give anyone the idea it was anything more than a friendly Scout walking a woman home for safety, the risk too great you’d be used as fodder by anyone looking to exploit Commander Erwin’s one weakness. You offered him tea at the door to satisfy the curious ears, and he agreed he could stay for one cup, your mouths pressing together greedily as soon as the door clicked shut.

“Come back when you can,” you told him, a common phrase in the final moments.

“The moment I’m able to,” he promised. That was new.

Months later

Three slow raps at the door pulled your attention from the vegetables on your counter. The sun was beginning to set, broth simmering on the stove, a warm orange glow seeping in through the windows. It was an almost-perfect night by your standards.

Visitors were rare, in fact, you only ever had one. But he didn’t knock like that.

“Captain Levi…” you greeted, shocked as the small, raven-haired men came into view on your stoop, “Hello.”

“Hi,” he replied, Levi never one for words.

His gaze was focused on his boots, his shoulders slumped, you swore the lids of his eyes were rimmed with pink and swollen. As realization kicked in, a rock dropped into your stomach and bounced into your throat, the air you tried to breathe too thick for your lungs to take in.

“Erwin…” he choked, “He…”

“Lie to me,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. There would only be one thing that had the normally stoic Levi feeling a semblance of emotion. “Please.”

Slate gray eyes stared at you, his nostrils flaring as he considered your request. You didn’t know Levi well, but you knew Erwin trusted him implicitly. And that was all that mattered to you.

“Commander Erwin…” he began, voice shaking but strong, “sends his regards and his regret that he’ll no longer be able to come and see you. His life belongs to the Scouts regiment, he can’t afford the distraction any longer.”

“Thank you.”

“One of the recruits will be over with some things later.”

Boxes of food were delivered by nightfall, no doubt Levi’s way of sending condolences as best he could. A small bag lay beneath enough potatoes to last you the next month at least, a small note scribbled on a shred of paper attached to the string cinching it together.

When you’re ready.

Months later, when life had returned to more of a normalcy than it had in years, Wall Maria standing once again and safety from the titans that lurked all but guaranteed, you finally pulled that small satchel from the highest shelf in your closet. Dust had accumulated, the note still sitting in the creases. Trembling fingers opened it, Erwin’s green-jeweled tie the first item in the parcel. Your fingers brushed over the cool metal, your fist gripping it like you had so many times before tugging his tall frame down for a kiss, memories you’d tried to keep suppressed for so long surging forward.

Three slow knocks echoed; you already knew who it was. You hadn’t spoken to him since the day he’d come to inform you about Erwin, but you’d seen him often in the streets. It had made you wonder if it was intentional on his part to linger nearby.

“Captain Levi…” you said quietly as you opened the door, his brow furrowing in confusion as your eyes met.

“There’s something I’d like to show you,” he said bluntly, “Something I know he’d…like you to see.”

You had to give him credit for maintaining the ruse.

Levi and three soldiers stood outside, a spare horse in the middle that you assumed was for you. Levi gave no hints as to where you were headed, but your heart began to hammer as you passed through the gates of Wall Maria and out into the open world for the first time in your life. You rode and rode for what felt like hours, the smell of the air changing to something briny, sand replacing the grass, and the trees all but disappearing.

“Welcome to the sea,” Levi introduced as a vast blue stretch of water that reached far beyond where your eyes could see came into view, “Feel free to take off your shoes and get in.”

“What is it?” you gasped, doing what Levi said and wading into the warm, clear waves lapping at your ankles.

“It’s salt water or something. We’re on an island. On the other side of this is a whole other world, filled with people…”

“He was right?”

“Yes. He was. I’ll be on the rocks.”

You stayed until Levi said it was time to leave, the sky turning the most magnificent shade of pink and orange as the sun began to dip. The escort Levi had brought stayed two in the front, one bringing up the rear, leaving you and Levi in more privacy than when you’d traveled out this morning. It was a relief to get confirmation that Erwin’s dream had been accomplished, even if it wasn’t by him. Those who had doubted him would now be forced to admit their error. It was something at least.

“He loved you,” Levi said, the phrase uncharacteristic and the foreignness to even the man speaking it was evident in his tone, “For what it’s worth.”

“I know,” you acknowledged, smiling softly over at him.

“Can you forgive him?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. He just said he hoped you’d forgive him. For dying, I guess.”

“And it worries you if I can’t?”

“Well, it was his dying wish.”

Realization set in at Levi’s crass, straightforward response. You and he were so very alike. It was no wonder Erwin had taken a liking to you both.

“Yeah,” you finally agreed as the sands turned to endless green grass, “I suppose I can.”

“Good. That makes one of us then.”

Thought his eyes stayed fixed ahead of him, you noticed the flicker of a smile twitch at the corner of humanity’s strongest soldier.

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bita-bita · 1 year

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Asking my faves "can I spank you?" (Used C.ai)

(Erwin Smith, Loid Forger, Satan)

It's obv suggestive-ish

Erwin:

Loid:

Satan:

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idle-alena · 2 years

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Ch 3. A Day In The Life

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: First class with Erwin after a year. How much of it did you two remember? Warnings: Drinking and texting... in a google docs. (Also, don't go searching the link)

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Your hands weren't answering you, telling them to stop meant nothing, you were shaking, dubious of entering the classroom. Sweaty palms, toying with your shoes and looking down on your phone to watch the hour. How do I enter the classroom? Marco was already in there, you stayed outside with the excuse of waiting for Historia to return, but in reality you were just about to shit your pants completely. A crush that lasted a semester went completely unnoticed and erased by your memories, given there were more important affairs happening in your life at the moment, and you didn’t bothered to look the names of the professors you enrolled your classes in, you only took what fitted the hours you had free and rolled with it.

Technically I still have a whole minute to calm my nerves before entering the class, I can even take one more. You were chewing on the straw of your emptied iced coffee frantically, you practically chugged it down a couple minutes before and now the trash was helping as an anti-stress gadget. Last year’s semester was something else, you were oozing with nerve and attitude, snarky and sarcastic remarks, bordering on impertinence and insolence. You weren’t exactly sure if Erwin was flirting with you, all of his compliments were firmly based around your work, and yet you felt like it meant more. Or at least you wanted to mean them more than just praise from a teacher.

Will he remember me? You adjusted your dress, walking towards the trash can to finally let go of the cup, your hands were sweatier than before and your toes were numb, and so you took a few jumps to revive them. As you turned around, you saw people rushing through the hall, trying to get to their own classes, you looked at them and started to imagine scenarios based on how fast they were moving, an old technique to force your brain into distraction.

Maybe the ones in a slow pace were 3rd years and up, and the ones rushing the most were freshmen. It didn’t work.

How Erwin must have been at college?

I bet he was innately good, he didn’t even need to study…

I didn’t think of him in a whole year, and conveniently I forgot my next class was with him.

Yeah, sure, I was going through a lot when I met him, but not even at the class registration process did I care to check, now I am sweating my ass here, I can only think about our first encounter.

Your heart was racing, even more now knowing what he looks like, at least from the back. And it was a nice back. The tattoo, I didn’t even think he would have tattoos, he is always so calm and collected, tattoos seem more of an impulsive choice, unlike him. You put your hand on your chest, focusing on the way your heart beated, in hopes of having some grounding, to stop fantasising.

“Aw, did you wait for me?” a voice took you out of your thoughts, while taking the hand you placed on your chest.

“Historia!” You opened your eyes, surprised at how fast she returned. She was panting.

“You’re too sweet. Come here, or we’ll actually be late for the first class.” She took your hand and guided you across the lingering students in the hallway. She must have run to be here in time, that’s why she was panting and didn't even notice the way your heart was still pouncing. Her hand gave you consolation, she didn’t even notice, but her just by being nice calmed you a bit.

Historia opened the closed classroom door with ease, it made a little crooked noise and some people inside turned their heads to an apologetic Historia –still with her hand holding yours– and a seemingly misplaced you. The classroom was dark with the fluorescents off and the curtains covering the windows, the only light was from the proyector, yet you could still see Marco’s waving hand to signal the empty two seats he saved beside him. As you entered the room, pulled by Historia, your senses dimmed to the point where everything felt like it was passing in slow motion, you didn’t feel your own hand closing the door behind you, your eyes were fixated on the muscular dark figure going through papers on the teacher’s desk.

There he was, the blond with the white button up shirt. He had a pen in his mouth while taking out papers from his suitcase to the desk, the matching blue tie was hanging loosely over the cluster of pages in front of him, the more he tried to find whatever he was looking for, the more evident it made that a tattoo was just below the cuffed part of his shirt. Historia pulled your hand to the front so you could be seated between her and Marco.

“Alright, guess I’ll have to take your word for it. I seem to have lost the attendance list, I don’t normally roll call, only on the first day.” He took a remote from his pocket and proceeded to walk to the center of the class. “As some may tell, these are the new smart classrooms, where I can control anything with this little gadget.” He showed you the remote, it had a few buttons but nobody could actually predict what they were for. “I’m going to be playing with this, so bare with me, I’m trying to make a dramatic entrance.” And with that, he pressed a button that changed the white background on the proyector to, what you could tell, another slide of the presentation, the name of the subject and Erwin’s name was on display.

“Neat.” Marco got close and whispered to you, as an approval.

“Now.” Erwin pressed another button which turned on the lights slowly. Now you could really tell how much of you were in the class, roughly 20 people were seated across this tiny classroom, coincidentally all of them were known for you. But that was what 6 semesters does to you, inevitably you come across everyone in the Class of 2018. “I’m Erwin Smith, your professor this semester.” He quickly scanned the room. “Glad to see some familiar faces.” He smiled towards where you were sitting, turned off the proyector and opened up the blinds with two buttons before letting go of the control by putting it away on his pants, and sitting on the only edge paper free of his desk, still facing you. “I hope you are all familiar with each other as well, because this semester you’ll be constantly working on teams, well, one team. Make them yourself as you see fit, write all your names, emails and signal who will be in your team, in one single sheet please, and pass it to me.”

“I’ll make it.” Historia quickly pulled out a sheet from her binder and started writing your names, you smiled in gratitude.

Thank God for Historia gritting everything down, cause you couldn’t keep your eyes off Erwin, everyone started gathering and chatting in Historia’s seat as he himself sat down in his seat, neatly arranging the papers he laid in front with one hand while the other loosened up his tie a little bit more. You haven’t seen him in this type of clothing, he was very informal even in the winter semester, though the weather here was black or white, while in winter you came with sweaters and gloves, for the spring, dresses and shorts were perfect. This new light on him looked better, you prefered, and not only because it accentuated how buff he actually was, but because you could see the little bit of ink on his arm that normally would be covered by big sweaters.

As the class went on, he didn’t bother to present us all, which bothered you. You wanted him to notice that you were here for a second time, exclusively you, not Historia or Sasha, who you knew for a fact were with you as well, but he said familiar faces as if there were more. This class and neuro were the ones that most of the time everyone avoided and put off till the last semesters, most of your peers where advanced, so maybe Erwin would have crossed paths in other semesters. Is not like I was his only class.

He presented the syllabus and the way all the team was going to be graded the same, regardless of the individual work and effort you all put. You felt defeated, in your fantasy he would have recognized you immediately and praised the good work you did the semester he had you, how intelligent you were, the will of steel…

“Hey.” Marco snapped you out of it, once again. His voice returned you to reality, as everyone started moving, collecting their stuff and moving onto the next class. Has two hours already passed? “Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll go to the bathroom real quick before our next class.” Marco was already packed, with his laptop inside his backpack, hanging on one arm. To be honest, you were the only one with the laptop still on the desk, you didn’t even remember when you took it out of your bag.

“Sure, hun.” Marco smiled and left the room, only you were left by the time he left.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Erwin is intimidating, you were completely all alone in the classroom, he looked like he had no intention of leaving the desk, so you assumed he still had a class in here. Were you about to say something? Can you say something? How does one break the ice?

“It's nice to see you again.” His deep voice made you tremble a bit, you closed your laptop and looked at him, he was smiling, with his arms over the desk, looking directly into you.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You took a moment too long to answer him, your heart was pounding so much you could hear clearly the beats in your ears. And now, watch me transform into my highschool self, a bit more insecure, crushing on a man at least 15 years older than me.

“I heard you took my advice and went onto Hange’s class.” Your hands were shaking while you tried to look effortless, not caring that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you. This was part of your daydream, but now, being here and alone, you just wanted to get out and wait for Marco outside. All of your bones keep screaming run , and yet your lips still were forming sentences you didn’t bother to think of them twice.

“Yeah, thanks, they were so nice, I even took another class with them this semester, maybe after all, neuro is my thing.” You smiled thoughtlessly, the topic was one of your favorites and he always seemed open for a chat. While you had a good relationship with your teachers, Hange and Erwin struck the most, though Hange always went more for a monologue, almost answering themselves by the time the questions in their head reached their voice. It wasn’t complaining, you loved hearing and learning.

“Well, I’m glad you came back to your favorite professors." He smirked, even without glasses you could tell the way his lips rolled, pleased with himself. Does that mean he was referring to himself? I cannot say that he wasn't my favorite, he was my crush the whole semester, but I hope I didn't make it too obvious. "Is that why you came back to me as well?” Damn right, even if I did it unconsciously. But you weren't going to let him know, you tensed your whole body, trying to conceal the agitation his comment did to you, because you were excited to know he recognized you, smug. The fact that he considered himself one of your favorites was just enough cockyness that you'd allow without it becoming stuck-up behaviour, and with that simple comment he reminded you how you fell for him, how he was so magnetic and charming, explaining and tutoring you.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You teased him. Oh no, why tease him now, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Think at least twice before saying this stuff. You were trying to flee, throwing things at your purse and as you were nearly at the door. Just one more step and you were out of this conversation. He laughed a bit, taking you by surprise, making you look at him one more time, admiring the perfectly neat hair with a fresh undercut and his perfect posture, scrabbling over some papers.

“See you on Thursday, take care.” Erwin smiled at you, maybe it was a smirk more than a smile, but you could hardly tell by the speed you were going. “I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my favorite student.”

The previous semester with Erwin.

“Send him something.” Annie laughed with her whole body, almost spilling the champagne on her bed. “Tell him he’s hot.”

“ANNIE! I cannot do that, he’s my professor.” You leaned forward, protecting your laptop before Annie had any ideas of writing something herself.

“But he is hot.” She gulped the entirety of the glass, serving herself another one, and after realizing the two empty bottles, she finally got up. Barely. “Be right back. OH! And you better have sent him something by the time I come back.” She sent you a little kiss with her hands before closing her door on her way out.

A friday afternoon.

Pre-drinking with Annie with his dad’s alcohol.

This was normal.

What wasn’t normal was you being on the Google Docs, already tipsy and forgetting Historia’s message.

The revision is due this Friday, I completely forgot and I’m at my dad’s. She sent, two hours ago.

Everything ok? You sent, already gulping on your second drink.

Yeah

I’ll tell you all about it on Monday

But can you do it?

I sorrrrryyyyy

You just have to correct whatever comments are left

There must be two

Tops

Plsssssssss

You squinted, the alcohol already in your system playing tricks.

Yeah yeah, dont even worry about it

You’re a sweetheart

Muackkkkkkk :*

And now there were only two. You and Erwin online.

Erwin hated unnecessary mails, so he had access to the doc for revisions through the semester, saving a lot of back and forth of versions.

Historia was right at least, there were two comments to be answered, so you thought that drinking and writing wasn’t such a bad idea.

It was.

Oh it was.

what are you doing here? Whoever made the option for chatting on the document was… a genius or a moron, you were yet to decide.

I’m the professor.

If anything I should be the one asking. Erwin answered quickly. Shit.

we kidna forgot

I don’t think you should be telling me…

why ?

I grade you.

aslong as is done by today it suldnt be an issue

If you keep writing like that it would be.

You do know I’m also grading the use of proper academic lenguaje?

int he chat aswel?

Well,

No.

see? easy peasy

He didn’t answer. So you got back to work. You changed tabs to the article you were revising, completing the last of the paragraf of the Theoretical Work, just trying to reach for the 5 pages requirement.

You’re citing wrong. Erwin’s chat bubble flared up.

What are your sources?

https://bit.ly/3vRuElg You quickly sent.

Yeah, you’re doing it wrong. And immediately afterwards his cursor took over what you were writing, and he himself started correcting it.

can u give me abreik, im learning ok

Oh no.

His words stopped for a moment, as if he was measuring his next move.

I’m helping, ok?

You’ll get a higher score.

funny, yu’ll be de one grading

And that's precisely why you should be listening.

ican’t hear yu

ur pretty farawy

Oh no! Please stop. Your fingers were far faster than your brain.

Just let me help you.

That way you’ll finish faster and get on with whatever party you’re at.

how you know

It doesn’t take a genius. You’re typing pretty sloppy, you’re never like that.

how do yu even know howm like

You do remember I’m the one grading all your assignments?

but not my text mesages

Touché.

He finishes writing the paragraph you had left to do by the time Annie comes back.

“Well… my dad already called the driver, we need to be ready in like… five.” Her zestful attitude changed to her usual chippy. She was so much better at handling her alcohol. “So whatever flirting you were about to do, better make it quick and invite him over or be done with.” She smiled, knowingly.

“I didn’t do shit.” You responded, light-heartedly pouting.

“Yeah right… as if I didn’t notice the big fat smile. I doubt those freudian stuff are as entertaining as the hottie.” You threw her a pillow, which she dodged easily.

I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit to being drunk and grade you as usual.

but ididt admit nothing

and is not office ahours

and am not even on campus

Touché.

A minute passed.

Well you’re done.

Go have fun.

He is so nice.

kisses, tnks

You’re welcome.

You partied and danced all night. But your brain still fixated on the similey.

The smiley.

You forgot all about the “kisses,tnks” tho.

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dating on airplane mode. | part one.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 3.9k Summary: So you're dating your neighbor who also happens to be a sex hotline dom named Levi Ackerman. Stranger things have happened, right?

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - alternate universe (modern), slow burn, eventual smut, sex work, neighbors au, newly established relationship, dual pov, the direct sequel to Press Four For More Options Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics submitted for @levievent 's #levimonth24 / day 22: neighbors

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“I'm seeing someone.”

Tea goes flying — metaphorically and physically.

When he confessed a new (and very unexpected) development in his (borderline nonexistent) dating life, Levi hadn’t anticipated Hange Zoe turning directly towards Erwin Smith to unleash a devastating spit-take attack to the face.

It’s a direct hit.

Erwin heroically takes the brunt of the damage, so at least his furniture is spared.

(Levi didn’t need to spend the rest of the afternoon scrubbing down the already scrubbed-down living room.)

Hange’s shout is shrill, the realization hitting them like a full-throttle freight train.

“You’re what?”

“He said he’s seeing someone,” Erwin answers in monotone before Levi can even try.

The tall blonde extends a hand to leisurely grab the napkin cradling the bottom of his tea saucer. In true Erwin fashion, he doesn’t even blink at Hange’s dramatics — or their consequences unto him.

He raises the napkin to blot the side of his face sprinkled with a mixture of freshly-brewed lavender tea and Hange’s saliva.

(Then again, Hange could abruptly bang pots and pans in the middle of the night and Erwin would merely call it a minor inconvenience to his sleep routine.)

“No, no, I heard what he said,” Hange recovers with a crack to their voice, “but I can’t tell if he’s messing with us.”

“I’m not,” Levi flatly states.

“Okay, but how do we know?”

“Hange—”

Except it’s Erwin intercepting once more. “Because he would never pretend to have a significant other when one of his closest friends happens to be you.”

Hange squints, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

“Why? ‘Cause I joked that I’d stalk him the next time he finally found a date? That was one time, Erwin.”

Erwin rolls his neck to the right, offering Hange a pair of thick, disbelieving eyebrows.

“Technically speaking, Zoe, you threatened to stalk either of us if you caught even a sniff that we could be in the midst of a romantic pursuit. Plus, we’re well aware of the disguise kit collecting dust in the trunk of Moblit’s car.”

An instant shit-eating grin passes across their lips.

“Ha. Fair.”

If Levi’s eyeballs could roll any further into the back of his skull, they’d get stuck.

“However,” Erwin adds, those bold blue eyes flickering back towards Levi, “it doesn’t explain why we were in the dark until now. At the very least, we should hope you would feel safe enough to confide in us about someone you are serious about dating.”

Yeah.

Out of his two friends sitting across from him, Levi figured Erwin would be the most suspicious of the surprise announcement.

Now that it’s been a few days since That Fateful Night, he doesn’t feel as self-conscious to confess his new reality.

It was as good of a time as any to rip the proverbial band-aid off.

(Besides, it was only a matter of mistakes before his friends learned the truth for themselves.)

Hange, Erwin, Moblit — they’re his only remaining connections tying him to this city. The others from his gym days have all found offers in other towns, returned to their old homes—

Moved on.

Meeting Erwin Smith in boot camp changed the trajectory of his life, for better or worse.

Levi had known the man longer than he knew anyone else — but only by a few days and some change, considering he was destined (Hange’s words, not his) to meet the hyper scientist and their subdued partner, Moblit, in the army as well.

Then, as if attached to the hip, all four of them agreed to work at Erwin’s gym.

When that fell through, Erwin found the Scout Services Hotline.

— —

The announcement came to him one summer evening with a printed job description and a six pack of beer.

Levi assumed Erwin’s confession on taking a sex hotline job had been one weird, shitty joke.

Picturing stoic, pragmatic Erwin Smith telling people how to fuck themselves in their bedrooms late at night for the almighty dollar felt obscene.

Hell, it was obscene.

Levi didn’t want to consider his oldest friend in such a compromising position, but there it was laid before him without shame or fear of judgment.

Becoming a part-time sex worker for Erwin was as noncommittal as taking up a fleeting niche interest — like exotic bird watching or crocheting sweaters for fucking cats.

“At the gym, we improved upon people’s lives,” Erwin had told him while sipping his beer, staring out to the city sightline from Levi’s balcony. “Who has the authority to say this job isn’t doing something similar to those who may be lonely?”

“You would make yapping on a damn sex hotline prophetic,” Levi scoffed in return. “Selling some shitty porn script a dozen times a night sounds like the closest you could get to Hell.”

“I disagree,” Erwin argued without heat. “When I interviewed, they stated every employee is given the ability to do as they please. To show their strengths and make it their own.”

“Bullshit.”

“It isn’t.”

Erwin rested the beer bottle on the knee of his trousers.

“Flexible work hours give me the ability to find another place the gym can call home. The pay would certainly cover any initial costs after several years.”

“Several years?”

Levi frowned, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Erwin… c’mon. Just take a second to listen to yourself.”

“I’m only offering a chance for you to do the same. You may not be fond of people, Levi, but you’re loyal to a stubborn fault.”

Erwin gave him a sidelong glance.

“I know you won’t put in applications to go to any other gym.”

“Tch.”

A dismissive sound was all he could muster at the time.

He always hated how Erwin could open the cavity of his chest and put his damn bleeding heart on display.

“Who says I haven’t been window shopping to pass the damn unemployment time?”

“I wish you would,” Erwin replied with a heavy sigh. “Your skills are better when in use, not lying waste with the rest of us.”

“Hange and Moblit’re doing just fine.”

Hange, a self-proclaimed babbler, returned to Paradis University to make headway on some fascinating research projects side by side with Moblit.

It was where they belonged, really.

“Fine, then lying waste with me.”

After a beat, Erwin slid his hand across the space between their chairs and held out a slip of paper.

"Look it over. Really sit down and think about what you did for our fighters and see where I’m coming from. You have a knack for leading. Of making people believe in themselves at their lowest."

He made it a point to stop. Stare.

Levi bit his tongue, meeting his friend's stern gaze.

"Conventional or not, you would still be helping people. Even if it’s a job for a month, at least you’ll be putting a hell of a lot of money in your pocket. It's better than waiting for my signal to move on.”

— —

The bastard was always great at a rousing speech.

That night was the night Levi plugged in the damn website and read the job description.

By morning, he had submitted his application for a part-time hotline employee that included an .mp3 file auditioning his voice.

Erwin must have told his boss that he had a life-long friend possibly interested in the position, because by that night?

Levi Ackerman had a job.

A night turned into a month.

A month turned into six.

Six to a year.

Suddenly denying begging, pleading people from their chased orgasms became as second nature as completing an Excel sheet.

Yet nothing else changed.

Levi still kept to himself.

Considering the friend group worked odd hours — Erwin with his own clientele, Moblit working towards his Masters, and Hange testing the scientific project of the week at the same university when unsupervised — it was easy to.

Wake up. Work out. Eat. Run errands. Clock in for work. Clock out. Eat. Sleep.

Repeat.

Routine.

Hell, a lot of his life worked like a well-oiled machine until you showed up.

Now his world is slightly spinning off-axis, and he knows:

Without talking to his friends about his (uncharacteristically selfish and) impulsive decision, everything could very well go up in flames.

(Because when it comes to sticking matters of the heart and Levi Ackerman in one room, the former never walks out.)

After a pregnant pause in this three-way stand-off, Hange leans in, pressing both hands onto the tops of their thighs.

“So when you say you’re seeing someone, you mean like… romantically?”

“As opposed to what?” Levi flatly asks.

“Well, seeing someone could mean anything, especially for you,” Hange reasons. Levi’s eyes narrow when Erwin gives that short huff of air through his nose like he’s stifling a laugh. “You could be seeing someone about finally fixing your dryer.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m just saying, romantically isn’t the first idea that comes to mind!”

“I have to agree with Zoe,” Erwin finally states, shifting his blue eyes to Levi’s. “You never mentioned that you had met someone in our group chat, and you haven’t made any changes in your schedule that suggest otherwise.”

Levi can’t help but scoff.

“Oh, so now you’re following Hange’s goddamn Google calendar?”

That fucking calendar.

The ‘we’re so busy but we can’t lose touch just because the gym went under’ calendar hastily made at two in the morning and sent with a declaration of war if no one accepted the invite.

All four of them did.

(Then again, Moblit didn’t have much of a choice.)

“I check on occasion,” is Erwin’s short rebuttal, before sitting up straighter. “But the former argument stands: you didn’t tell us that you were dabbling in the dating scene.”

“Wouldn’t really call it dabbling, Erwin,” Levi huffs, picking up his tea cup by clawing the rim of the ceramic. “Shit just kind of happened.”

“Uh-uh,” Hange interrupts. “We’re not playing coy right now, Levi. I want details: name, height—”

“Occupation,” Erwin agrees.

“Where they’re from.”

“If they have siblings.”

“Do they live near here?”

“If they’re allergic to cats.”

An involuntary grimace passes over Levi’s face.

“Ooh! We also need to know if they like tennis,” Hange adds excitedly. “Don’t trust someone who likes tennis, spectator or player. They’re always too put together with an underlying layer of batshit crazy.”

Erwin halts mid-sip of his tea.

“...I like tennis.”

Hange’s thumb and middle finger sharply snap. “Exactly.”

Enough.

Levi hastily pushes his black fringe out of his eyes with his free hand. “I— No, Jesus, can we stop speculating about her?”

“Why?” Erwin challenges.

“Because I told you what you needed to know,” Levi challenges without tripping over his words. “And I’d prefer to keep the rest of myself.”

“Ah, her.”

When he turns his attention to Hange, there’s a wicked glimmer in their eye.

Well, fuck him.

Too much has already been said.

Hange whistles low.

“So how recently was this fair maiden introduced into thy friend’s life?”

“Don’t start talking like a freak, Four Eyes,” he warns them while they suppress a cackle between pressed lips. “And — fuck, fine. If no one is going to let it go—”

“We aren’t.”'

Erwin interrupts, making it two against one.

With a set glare at his blonde friend, the smaller man sinks further into his chair and sighs with reluctant resolve.

“I… met her a few days ago. It...”

Trailing off, he sets his tea cup down to rub at his temples with one hand.

This is going to bring on a headache.

He really doesn’t need it on a work night.

“You’re both going to have an opinion on the how, and trust me, so do I.”

Hange’s face screws up in confusion, but he sees it out of the corner of his eye.

Erwin grows still. Contemplative.

Yeah, he knew this was going to go terribly.

“Huh?” Hange whips their ponytail back and forth to look between both men, smacking themself on the sides of their face. “Why wouldn’t we approve of how? Is it one of the old fighters?”

Levi scoffs, dropping to sit back in his chair. “I’d rather choke.”

“Then I’m not following. You don’t even talk to cashiers at the grocery store.”

“When did she call the hotline?” Erwin asks, cutting straight through the bush instead of beating around it.

His stare is almost indiscernible. Stern.

(Protective.)

The lightbulb clicks. Hange finally settles their attention on him.

“Whoa — wait, she’s a…”

“Former client,” Levi confesses after Hange trails off. “Emphasis on the former part.”

The room grows silent.

Levi doesn’t have the capacity to see Hange’s true reaction, because he’s keeping eye contact with Erwin.

Their own telepathic argument bounces back and forth like that very proverbial tennis ball Hange had so teasingly laid down.

The ethics of it all;

The logistics of what it could mean for the future;

The gravity of this choice and knowing its weight is crushing him.

Erwin’s gaze softens a fraction.

Levi’s shoulders relax, if only a little.

“And how did that opportunity come to pass?” the taller blonde finally asks, but it isn’t as harsh as Levi anticipated.

Hell, it’s curious.

Willing — to not judge; to hear him out.

“Accidentally stumbled into her at the bar down the street,” Levi confesses.

Stumbled is an understatement.

— —

“So then — what does this mean?”

He doesn’t know.

God, he has no fucking clue.

Just like he had no fucking clue you’d be at this bar tonight; that you not only lived in the area, but in the same goddamn building just a few floors south.

You were meant to be a fluke thing.

A moment of weakness.

An anomaly he could solve like every other problem in his life, one he could reason to death and move on from once you realized that this hotline is a slippery slope to financial debt.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t meant to be real.

The calls, the laughter, the exchange of stories felt real, but that’s the selling point.

Imagining idealism.

He could send as many discounted invoices as he could to management to ease the cost of your calls, but there was only so much he could do from his position.

Still—

That being said, he wanted this.

For the first time in a long time, he wanted something.

Ever since Erwin’s gym went under and the staff were forced to find something else in the interim, Levi Ackerman turned off his emotions. His passion.

Money was tight.

Bills were bills.

But there are worse things to do than apply to a remote-working sex hotline with the promise of flexible hours, medical insurance, and the opportunity to get away from people for a while.

Maybe he hadn’t realized he was simply going through the motions of buying a morning tea at the coffee shop down the street.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed that his drive to push himself to the brink of exhaustion at the gym all but disappeared.

Maybe he existed to simply exist.

Then you called.

Petra had pinged him to let him know that there was someone looking for a deep voice — not surprising — with a tendency to overtalk and overthink.

Easy.

Those types always cave the second you call them a pet name or sprinkle a little praise.

Yet you burst into his life like a damn firework to the face and he’s never recovered since.

Being nervous is a staple on these calls. He’s heard every justification in the book just as he’s witnessed people use the hotline like they’re robots.

You wanted to talk.

Petra doesn’t send people to him if they want to talk.

(Did she know, somehow, that he needed this?)

Conspiracies aside, the last two weeks became some of the best of his life.

Now you knew his face, and he knew yours.

And Christ, you were beautiful.

Your voice was one thing — like a soothing balm to his insomnia — but your face nearly took him right the hell out.

Even in the mirror backsplash of the bar, he couldn’t stop staring. Didn’t want to, not when he finally saw what he wanted right in the palm of his hand.

So he was honest.

Honest about his life, his job, his black hole of an existence — maybe to scare you away so you’d choose better than a guy like him.

That he was the first to break the rules.

That he was sorry, because you weren’t looking for more baggage after a shit breakup with a shithead of a guy.

You didn’t care.

So he decided to rip a page out of his goddamn advice book:

Be selfish.

“Well, if you don’t get too wasted with your friends tonight—”

Autopilot.

Everything is on autopilot when he picks up that damn pen and starts to scribble on a napkin, allowing his nervous system to suckerpunch his logic right out the damn window.

“—and you end up going to the gym tomorrow—”

Bail.

Bail, bail, bail, before you make a damn fool of yourself, Levi Ackerman.

He doesn’t.

He straightens his spine, folds the napkin, and reaches for your hand.

The heat of it almost makes his stomach clench.

If he were bolder, then maybe he’d steal you away from your friends. Keep asking questions to make you talk more. Watch as your eyes light up about your favorite things—

He can’t. Won’t.

You’re with your friends. He’s already taken enough time away from them for you.

“—give me a call.”

Maybe he’s chickenshit for running, but at least there’s a part of him brave enough to leave him his personal cell number in the palm of your hand.

Before you can say anything, he drops some money on the counter to pay for both drinks and a tip and leaves to walk home.

To contemplate.

(Assuming you likely won’t call. He wouldn’t blame you.)

The night air leaves a sobering sting on his cheeks as he steps outside.

It’s considerably quieter than the cramped space of the bar, but cabs bustle in the street.

His pocket vibrates not once but twice.

(So not a text.)

Fishing his phone out, Levi squints at the ‘Unknown Caller’ ID staring up at him.

He swipes right to accept said call, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Levi Ackerman speaking.”

“Hi, Levi. It’s formerly Scarlet.”

His heart falls out of his ass.

Whipping back around to the tinted windows of the bar, Levi can’t help but look for that now-familiar face.

You’re blocked by an endless sea of conversations and bodies, but he still searches.

“My schedule just opened up,” you tell him from the other side of the line, your voice airy like you hold a secret. “I know it’s a little late for some coffee, but — are you free for some tea now?”

Shit.

Maybe he should be giving the headset for the hotline over to you.

“Depends,” Levi exhales. “Any shop worth a damn is closed at this hour.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

He liked it when you cursed.

Hell, he liked it when you weren’t afraid to be yourself around him the most.

“There’s a pop-up shop about six floors above yours,” Levi reasons with a shrug he assumes you can’t see; autopilot, “if you don’t mind walking a neighbor home.”

— —

“You said that?”

Hange, now at the brink of teetering off of their chair, gawks.

Levi blinks twice, realizing he’s given more of the story than he wanted to.

That they know it’s serious — dead fucking serious for him, actually — and that you’re his neighbor.

Yeah, he didn’t believe it either until you said yes.

“What?” Levi asks. “Something wrong?”

“No, that was just fucking smooth, dude,” Hange whistles low, impressed. “Pop-a-button-and-open-a-window kinda smooth. Holy shit.” They thumb towards Erwin. “You teach him to talk like that!?”

“Self-taught, I’m afraid,” Erwin hums. “Can’t take the credit.”

Hange flops back into their chair unceremoniously. “Jeeeez.”

“Six floors down, then?”

There’s a rare tint of pride in Erwin’s tone, like there’s a joke somewhere in that question he isn’t saying.

Levi immediately narrows his eyes.

“Yeah. She’s been my fuckin’ neighbor all this time, if you can believe that.”

He sure as hell can’t. The fact that you’re six floors away — have been — has kept him up at night.

He could run down there right now and show you off to his friends.

He could leave you home-cooked meals if you’re running behind at your office job.

He could do a lot of things, but—

“Is she requesting you to end your time at Scout Services?” Erwin asks, interrupting his trailing thoughts.

Levi’s stormy eyes meet a contemplative, oceanic stare.

“...no.”

A beat passes.

Despite his trepidation, he explains himself.

“She’s not asking me to quit it. Says she gets it, a job’s a job, but I don’t know how true that’ll be in the long run.”

“And you believe her?”

He knows Erwin’s skepticism isn’t unfounded, but it sets a fire in his belly.

Questioning you, the newfound gravity keeping him grounded on planet earth.

(You're just a stranger to him, too, at the end of the day, but you don't feel like one. Not really.)

“I can’t expect anyone to stay neutral about what the fuck it is we do, Erwin," he reasons diplomatically. "I can say everything on my mind and put it on paper, but I’m sure the doubt will still creep in. Everything’s too new to tell. It won’t be easy, but it…”

He sighs, running his hand once more through his straight-and-narrow black hair.

“I just need you two dumbasses to keep me in check. I can’t—”

Hange frowns, and he hates the sympathetic tone they take when they say his name.

“Levi—”

“Four Eyes,” Levi interrupts stronger yet weaker in resolve, effectively shutting down their protest, “I can’t fuck this up. So don’t let me.”

The air grows thick, like winding vines corrupting the foundation of a tree.

Levi glances between the two of them, nostrils flaring with unspoken difficulty.

Erwin is the first to nod. Wordlessly, but he does.

Hange sighs with conclusion not a second after and nods, too.

“Am I at least allowed to ask one thing?” they chirp, holding out one slender finger to the sky. “Just one teeny, tiny thing — yes or no.”

A part of him really wants to say no.

A part of him really wants to say this conversation is over before he gives them anymore concrete information about you as he navigates these uncharted waters of being a not-so-normal boyfriend to a very-normal-ass person.

He fights.

Fails.

“...fine,” he grumbles. “The fuck’s the question?”

Hange perks up, all too smug.

“Did the pop-up shop six floors up line work?”

The memory blossoms in the back of his skull.

His body warms as if trapped under an electric blanket, heat setting cranked a little too high.

Instinctively his eyes flicker to the front door of his apartment.

Like you’ll burst in at any moment with your work bags and stress and the hope that he’ll have the same soothing balm you’ve gifted him, hands at the ready to fix your problems for you.

He hasn’t wanted much.

He’s never wanted much, but—

Shit, if he doesn’t want to be good to you.

“...something like that.”

Author's Note:

AHHHH HI EVERYONE! WE'RE AT IT AGAIN WITH MODERN!LEVI SHENANIGANS! How are we feeling to be back?

I seriously cannot believe we're here. I've never done a sequel before, but the demand was overwhelming and I couldn't help but agree: we could do with learning what happens after the final call.

And we will, in this seven (maybe more?) part series. I had to actually break up part one because it got way too large of a chapter, so I promise we'll be picking up right where we left off in P4 -- like, quite literally That Fateful Night in part two.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfiction #snk fanfic #aot fanfic #aot fic #snk fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfic #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction #aot fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #aot x reader #snk x reader #levimonth24

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[used to be my girl] levi ackerman x f!reader

inspired by used to be my girl by the last shadow puppets

cw + what to expect: cheating, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), creampie, levi is mean and a tease, marking, missionary and lotus position

find part two here

you loved your partner, erwin. you really did, but god, he was so…vanilla. and you never came with him.

only when you were thinking of your ex instead.

you hated it so much, but sex with levi was so good. he knew exactly where to touch you, kiss you, what position made you scream his name. and you needed to feel that way again so, so bad.

but you and levi were long over. he broke up with you when you became a squad leader, never really explaining why. but you knew well he was just scared. levi had lost too many people in his life, that any new ones he just pushed away. you never tried reasoning with him, you knew it would fall on deaf ears anyway.

and then, you and erwin smith became much, much closer than before. all those late nights in his office, discussing tactics and helping him with mountains of paperwork brought you closer, and closer, until you were sharing secret kisses in dim-lit hallways, until he changed the squad positions to have you close to him, until he fell down on one knee two years later and asked you to marry him when everything was over. of course you said yes, and you were beaming and showing off that tiny diamond on your finger, until everything went to shit.

hange had warned you that erwin is in love with his job. you just never knew it would get so bad, to the point he came to sleep in your shared bed once every two weeks, only pecked your lips in a rush when you asked, only fucked you once in a full moon.

you were still in love with levi ackerman. and now you were standing at the annual gala for the survey corps, in a long blue gown, staring your ex boyfriend up and down. your table was filled with wine glasses, and someone would think you had company, but you were all alone since the start of the event. levi was listening to hange babbling about whatever, his pink lips in contact with a whiskey glass every few seconds.

god, you could eat him up right then and there.

what am i thinking? you brought your cold palm against your burning cheek, opting to look for your fiancé instead. he was nowhere to be found, of course. a gala basically in his honour and he was gone.

your eyes fell on levi again. he was wearing a black button-down, sleeves rolled up and black pants. so simple, but so, delicious.

the glass almost fell from your hand when he locked eyes with you.

oh god, he’s coming. make a turn, make a turn, don’t-

“hey, levi.” you gave a half embrace and kissed his cheek, your cheap lipstick leaving a faint red mark right on his cheekbone.

“you look beautiful.” was all he said. “and drunk.”

“i’m not drunk,” you scoffed, “this is my second drink.”

“what, in the last ten minutes?” he motioned to the table and your cheeks turned bright red. “where’s your husband?” his tongue was bitter with sarcasm.

“he’s not my husband. and i don’t know.” you mumbled, embarrassed. what kind of fiancée doesn’t know where her partner is?

“want to get some air?” you only nodded, following him out of the main hall and to a bench overlooking the walls. it was a starry night, the moon was full and you felt like a teenager again. just like you were when you and levi first met.

you watched intently as his hand reached in his pocket for a packet of slim cigarettes. he sighed when he realised his lighter was nowhere to be found, but you came quickly to his rescue. opening your purse, you took out a silver lighter, the initials L.A engraved on the side in tiny letters. levi was surprised you still had that, his eyes never leaving that stupid rock on your ring finger as he let you light his cigarette. he offered you one as well, now his turn to light it for you. your eyes met his. were you wrong to think they were full of longing? was he wrong to think yours were filled with regret?

“don’t tell him i’m smoking.”

“dear husband doesn’t allow it?” you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“he just hates it.”

“it’s a good thing he doesn’t kiss you then. he won’t smell it on your breath.” you turned your head surprised. how did he know?

“everyone knows, y/n.” he replied without you even having to ask. you sighed, staring at the burning cigarette in your hand.

“great. the survey corps’ walking anecdote, ladies and gentlemen.” you bowed to an invisible audience, leaning back on the bench with a frustrated sigh.

“what are you even doing with him?”

“it’s none of your business.”

“it is when i hear you moaning in the supply closet every night.” you let out a surprised gasp. how did he say these things so freely?

“the only person masturbating around cleaning products could be you, levi.”

“then who’s that moaning my name in there? every single night. at 2 o’clock sharp.” his voice came out in a whisper, lips touching your ear as he spoke. shivers ran down your spine and your eyes were burning with guilty tears.

“sounds like you have a secret admirer.”

“sounds like erwin can’t make you cum.”

“shut up!” you got up, looking out in the distance. two familiar arms snaked around your waist, locking against your lower stomach. wet lips came in contact with your neck, and you wanted to pull away so bad. to leave, run to your fiancé and kiss him.

but you couldn’t. and you didn’t.

because it was levi you were in love with.

“levi,” you whimpered and he swore his knees would give right then and there.

“shh. let me have this, let you have this.” he was kissing that spot right behind your ear, his hands roaming your body over your dress.

“someone could see us, levi.” you warned him.

“bet it would turn you on.” fuck, he knew what he was doing. “my room. ten minutes.”

levi went around the building and you went back into the main hall, falling right into erwin’s arms.

“i’ve been looking all over for you.” he scanned your face with worried eyes. “you look…”

“i can feel a migraine starting, erwin. i was just out getting some air.”

“okay, go get some sleep, alright? i’ll be in soon.” your heart skipped a beat.

“no, have fun tonight. you deserve it.” you reached up and kissed his lips softly, tears brimming your eyes.

you practically sprinted to levi’s room, head spinning and heart pounding like crazy. you knocked on the door and levi opened in mere seconds, as if he was standing right behind it waiting for you.

“you took too long.” he took you in his embrace, letting his forehead touch yours as you shut the door behind you.

“i ran into erwin.” you bit your bottom lip when levi showed the slightest hint of annoyance. he pushed you against the door, protecting the back of your head with his hand.

“yeah? did you tell him you’re gonna fuck your ex?”

“n-no.”

“you should have. because he’ll take one look at you tomorrow and he’s going to know.” his lips were attached on your neck, your jaw, your collarbone. god, you missed his touch. you missed needing him.

“levi,”

“what?” his voice didn’t show, but he was worried. scared you’ll regret this and leave, run off to erwin and tell him everything.

“kiss me, please.” you didn’t have to ask a second time, because his lips were slamming against yours, and he was so, so hungry. he lowered his body and his hands were around your thighs. you let him lift you up, wrapping your legs around his torso, letting you take him into the bedroom. two candles lit the room up, and you were hit with memories as soon as he dropped you on the mattress.

“take that off.” he instructed and you began unzipping your dress, but he stopped you. “i meant that.” he pointed at your finger. you didn’t give it a second thought, placing the ring in your purse and throwing it on the floor. “now that.” he pointed at your dress as he undressed himself too. you were too focused on the tricks the flame played on his chiselled abs, his strong veiny arms and muscular thighs.

god, he looked like a greek statue.

“can’t even do that yourself?” he took matters into his own hands, slowly taking your dress off before pushing you down again. he fell on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips and leaned down to kiss you. your lips were locked in place perfectly, like the last two pieces of a puzzle you couldn’t finish.

you took your bra off and let it fall on the floor with the rest of your clothes. levi’s lips latched onto your nipple, his fingers rolling the other one. you arched your back off the bed, moaning softly in his ear. his erection hit against your panties and suddenly you were going crazy.

you needed him. now, and forever. you rolled your hips against him as he kissed your body hungrily, watched him as he slid down until his teeth caught the bow on your underwear. he took them off as quick as he could.

“tell me, does he do this?” he asked, leaving a kiss on your clit. god, you were embarrassingly wet.

“he does…” you looked away, but levi reached your jaw with his hand and made you stare at him.

“but?”

“he doesn’t know where to touch me.” you mumbled.

“does he touch you here?” you felt the pads of his fingers come in contact with the top of your clit. you nodded no. “here?” he asked, slowly pulling his fingers down, to that spot that made your stomach tighten.

“no.”

“that idiot doesn’t know what he’s missing then.” was the last thing levi said before his tongue slipped into your folds. your hand fell on his head, as if out of instinct, and you pulled on his perfectly styled hair, guiding him right where you wanted him. a row of fuck, shit, oh god came out of your mouth. how long has it been since you felt this way? your fingers didn’t do even half of what levi was doing to you right now.

“levi, i’m coming.” you warned and he looked up at you as he added two fingers to the mixture, entering your slick cunt. you couldn’t look away from those mesmerising gray eyes as you moaned in pleasure and that knot in your stomach came undone. levi slowed down until he was off your pussy completely, now coming up to you again.

“has he ever made you this wet?” he kissed you, making you taste your juices mixed with his saliva.

“never.” you were telling the truth. levi was the only man who could ever do this to you. he was like magic.

“can i fuck you?”

“yes, please.” you whined when levi slapped his cock against your clit and you looked up at him through eyelashes painted black, silently begging for him to fuck you. he didn’t wait any longer to enter your cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. he adjusted your legs around his ass and leaned down, chests touching, to kiss you.

“you can’t even kiss me?” he teased. how could you? you were a moaning mess, getting louder with every harsh, slow thrust. even though erwin was much bigger than him, levi filled you up perfectly in every way.

he was made for you.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, sucking on his neck and those pretty collarbones to muffle your moan. leaning back, you admired the purple and red marks before smiling at him. levi could melt right then and there.

he picked up the pace, fucking you fast into the mattress.

“please, please, please!”

“what, coming again?” he chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your eye. “how long has it been, y/n? since someone made you come?”

“too-too long.” you breathed out.

“two years? two and a half?” you knew what he was doing. trying to make you admit he was the last man to make you orgasm.

“oh god, i’m coming!” your walls clenched around his dick, making him moan in pleasure. “levi, levi hold me.”

“i’m holding you.”

“more.” you needed his arms around you. you needed to become one again.

levi pulled you up and into his lap and you wrapped your legs around his torso, arms roaming his back, scratching it. he held you tight, slamming you up and down his cock until you were coming again, and again…

“missed this pussy,” he whined when he felt you clenching again, “missed your claws on my back.”

“give me all of it, levi.” you whispered in his ear and he lifted you up, hips bucking into the back of your thighs as he reached that spot he knew drove you mad. he was close, you could tell. oh god, you didn’t want this to end.

“fuck, i’m gonna-”

“inside me.” you didn’t let him finish. you wanted to feel all of him so bad.

“does erwin cum inside?”

“he doesn’t. he thinks it’s filthy.”

“good. this pussy’s…” his sentence was cut short with a groan and you felt a new, familiar warmth inside you, as he brought you down to fit all of his length, “all mine.” he whispered.

out of breath, you stared at each other. you didn’t want him to pull out. it would all become too real. but your juices combined were making a mess on his lap, so you slowly got up, heading for the bathroom. levi was hot on your heels, accepting the towel you took out for him. you looked at him through the mirror with a sad smile and he returned a serious gaze.

“don’t say this was a mistake.” he blurted out when you opened your mouth to speak. “don’t say anything.” he spun you around and hugged you tight. you could feel his warm breath on your neck, his fingers leaving white marks where he held you, his toes touching yours.

“i have to go.” your voice was shaky. tears fell down your cheeks and dropped on levi’s back, startling him. he pushed you softly and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“stay.”

“i can’t. i’m sorry.” you kissed his cheek and left. levi didn’t come into the bedroom. he waited for you to get dressed, and only when he heard the front door did he go into the room.

he spotted your bag, forgotten on the floor. with a sigh he took it, sat on the bed and opened it. lipstick, his lighter, cigarettes. your engagement ring. he took it in his hand, inspecting it against the light. he leaned to open the top nightstand drawer, a red slick wooden box the only thing inside it. he opened it, comparing the two rings.

“mine’s better. cheap piece of shit.”

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi x reader smut #tw infidelity

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salaciousdoll · 1 year

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꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

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seredelgi · 4 months

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How do they take compliments, then?/ AOT x fem!reader

featuring: Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman

tw: kissing, groping, sex, implied/referenced sex, mature content, smut, 18 +

Eren doesn’t even need to be complimented, honestly. He’s way too confident for his own good. It’s enough for him to catch you staring a bit too fondly at him as he brushes his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, shirtless once again. His hair is in a messy bun, his saliva trailing down his chin and dripping on his chest, so close to his nipples that you can’t help but stare in awe. He smirks at you from his reflection when he’s done, making you snap out of it. You’re left to flush shyly and look away before you can embarrass yourself any further.

Armin never expects it. And to be fair, it usually comes out of the blue, for example as he’s talking about something he’s very excited for, and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle ever so fleetingly. You can’t help but sigh ecstatically before breathing out “ You’re so damn handsome”. He stops mid-sentence and meets your gaze before smiling timidly, his cheeks reddening a little. He shrugs it off and keeps talking, but you can see the shift in his demeanor after, a bit more confident and cheerier than usual.

You can’t help but compliment Jean every time he dresses up for one of your many nights out. He’s just so vain, and he spends hours in front of the mirror brushing his hair and attending to every fold of his outfit, making sure they’re all straightened up. You roll your eyes from the other room, thinking you’re probably the only girl who has to wait so long for her boyfriend to get ready for dinner. But as soon as he’s finished, you can’t help but grin proudly at the sight of him. He sure is a catch, and he’s all yours. “ You look amazing” you say, and you’d think him happy to take the compliment, having spent endless hours making you wait for him, but he’s too distracted by how good you look instead, so he has to pull you in for a swooning kiss before answering “ You're stunning, darling”.

Connie doesn’t care for any type of looks-related compliment. It’s the ones you utter quietly during sex that really count to him. Those are sincere, he knows. They’re mewled closely to his ear and are just what he needs to spur him on. One time you’ve let yourself absentmindedly slip some gibberish about how strong he was and how much stamina he had. That had to have been one of the longest sessions you two have had to this day. The man just couldn’t stop pounding into you restlessly, chuckling proudly at any of the sounds you made, burying his face down the curve of your neck to bite you through so many highs that you honestly just lost count.

Reiner loves it when you compliment him. It doesn’t have to be about his looks, he’ll take anything you give him, honestly. And it comes so naturally to you, especially when he’s just about the best boyfriend you could’ve hoped for. So you do it often, and you love to whisper it in his ear while he’s occupied with something. Doesn’t matter what’s in his hands at that moment, he’ll drop it, reaching out to grab you by the waist and pull you into him, giving you the most passionate kiss, the kind that sends shivers running up your spine and leaves you craving more. But of course, he’ll have you patiently waiting for him to be done with whatever it is he’s fixing up in your apartment this time around before he grants you that.

Erwin finds your compliments endearing, but mostly they're just the perfect excuse for him to give them back, parroting whatever it is you’re praising about him this time around. It’s basically the best way for you to get a confidence boost whenever you need it, and it gives you the occasion to return the favor for all the adulations he usually spontaneously reserves you. He likes the compliments fine, he just finds other things way more amusing and sincere: the way you’re constantly looking for his touch for example, or how you offer to give him massages whenever you’re horny, and the way you always ask for his help with every type of problem you have. He likes to be your safe place.

Levi hates compliments, he usually shuts them down from everyone else. You’ve learned this about him very soon and so you’re not very keen on giving him any, but there’s a special time of the month you just can’t help it. You’re way too sensitive to care when you’re ovulating, so much more needy than usual. You can’t help kissing his neck while on top of him on the couch, and his hands come to rest on your hips before you quietly whisper it on his skin “ You smell so good”. He grunts and pulls you back, finding you flushed, big languid eyes staring into his dark slits. “ Don’t do that” he simply states. “ Do what?” you smile cheekily “ Tell you that you’re hot?” you lean back into his space, trailing your tongue silently up the pulsing vein on his neck, and you shiver at the breathy hum he lets go when you do. “ I mean it, y/n” he warns you, but his voice is so broken by the emerging of arousal that you can’t take him seriously. “ No fair” you pout, and he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “ Why can’t I tell you how much I like you?”. He sighs and kisses you, his tongue flicking past your lips, and he groans heartily in your mouth as you rut into him. When he breaks away his breaths ghost on your flushed cheeks, and you cling to his shoulders, already demanding him back against you “ ‘Cause it makes me wanna fuck you raw, kitten”.

How do they take you?

What's their love language?

Do they get jealous?

What gets them going?

So what about the way they kiss you?

And what pet names do they use the most?

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Give You Blue

Epilogue

You are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies, my lullaby. You are everything I wanted.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: switching POVs (reader is second-person, Eren is third), fluff, established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, face-riding, spit play, pet names (sweetie, honey, sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby)

Previous Chapter

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Author’s Note: Just an excuse to write a little bonus chapter about these two! Fluffy, adorable, and happily in love! Also a little smut added to the mix. Thank you everyone for reading this story all the way through the end! Love and appreciate every single one of you. What a journey this has been. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated, as always.

It’s 11:45 PM, New Year’s Eve, fifteen minutes before the start of the new year. You leave your family gathered downstairs to head up to your room, shutting the door quietly, tapping your boyfriend’s contact on your phone screen.

Eren answers after two rings. “Hey, cutie. Hold on.” There’s shuffling, like you’ve been temporarily put in his pocket. In the background, you hear him announce, “Mom, I’m pretty tired. Going to bed now.”

“But you’ll miss midnight!” she responds.

You hear his dad chime in. “Let him, honey. He can make his own decisions.” There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone that even you can detect on the other end of the line.

Your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, muttering a quick, “Happy New Year.” There’s more rustling, then sounds of steps going up stairs, ending with a gentle thud of a door closing. “Sweetie? You still there?” he asks, finally alone.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smile into the phone, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he greets back. “It’s so nice hearing your voice.”

“I feel the same way,” you reply, falling back into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. “How was tonight?”

“Oh, you know, the usual: My mom cooked too much food for three people and my dad has been sneaking little jabs at me. Nothing new.”

Eren officially changed his major before the end of the semester from pre-med to education, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while a tinier one replaces it, aka his father’s overall disapproval. Dr. Jaeger stood by his word, threatening that he would no longer support his son financially once he made the switch, to which Eren has been preparing for. He has two new on-campus jobs lined up for him at the start of the new semester, along with the weekly music session at the elementary school Erwin Smith’s dad works at. The first week of winter break, he was ready to apply for a few loans to help him throughout the rest of his term. Then, to his shock, his father approached him, informing him that he will actually continue to pay for his education, on the condition that he graduates with outstanding grades and a job guaranteed. Eren’s sure it was his mother who was behind the change in heart, to which he’ll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, this hasn’t stopped his father from making snide remarks here and there.

You sympathize with him, saying, “I’m sorry.”

His charming grin is audible through the phone. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“Where’s Mikasa? And your brother?”

“Mikasa left this morning to spend the rest of break with Jean. And Zeke had to head back to prepare for some conference, so he’s actually in your neck of the woods right now,” he answers, referring to your hometown and current location: Marley. He adds, “To be honest, I wish I was there too.”

You smile, kicking your feet, belly fluttering with butterflies. “We’ll see each other in a week. Do you really miss me that much?” you tease.

“More than anything.”

Swallowing hard, sentimental words dancing on the tip of your tongue (I miss you too, I think about you every day), you remain silent, too shy to get them out. Instead, he continues speaking, changing the subject to talk about what his mom prepared and the new year traditions behind them. She decided to do a spread of German foods this time around: pork sausages for good luck, sauerkraut for more money, and lentil soup for even better luck. He tells you about his childhood, popping open apple cider to tip into everyone’s glasses, watching the fireworks light up the sky from a distance, igniting sparklers outside with Armin, Mikasa, and the other neighborhood kids on the street. You listen to him intently, imagining a young Eren with that same signature bright smile he dons as an adult; warm, genuine, full of light. It’s no wonder you fell for him, especially in a time of your life where you were shrouded in darkness from the fallout of your heartbreak, unsure when you’d ever see sunshine again.

I love you. Every time you think it, you double back, convincing yourself that it’s too soon, too much in such a short amount of time. After all, it’s only been a little over a month since the two of you officially became a couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy to express such a weighted confession?

When there’s a small pause in the conversation, finished with his stories, you start, “Eren,” ready to admit it.

“Oh, it’s already 11:59!” he interjects, excited. “How many seconds do we have left?”

You turn on the TV, switching to a local channel that’s displaying a countdown. “Ah, ten seconds!” You watch the clock, listening to Eren announce the numbers in your ear. At three, you join in. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

Downstairs, you hear your family cheering, clinking flutes of champagne or cider with each other. The sound of fireworks bursting can be heard faintly through your window. On the opposite end of the line, Eren says, “Happy New Year, beautiful. Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join your family downstairs?” he asks.

“Positive. I want to start the new year with you.”

He laughs softly. “Me too. And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m actually excited about the new year. I used to dread going back, always so anxious about my new classes. All the tests and projects I had to work on during the semester. Even interacting with my classmates because it was always so competitive. Now, my new curriculum sounds interesting, and I feel good about my cohort. I just know this year is going to be a great one.” He pauses, choosing his next statement carefully. “I’m also looking forward to us. We’ve got all the time in the world now. I can’t wait to create so many more memories with you.”

Your heart beats faster, taken back by his sincerity. You decide not to confess to him tonight, not because you’re unsure, but because you mean it more. Those three words don’t seem enough to express that to him. Not yet at least. There’s no pressure to rush into anything; as he said, you’ve got all the time in the world.

~~~

Spring semester of sophomore year starts off smoothly, especially for Eren. This is the only time during his collegiate career that he’s felt at ease. While he’s equally as diligent as he was before, he enjoys the material he’s learning, rather than stressing each passing day like he once was. Having his supportive girlfriend by his side is also a huge help, maybe the biggest of them all. He’s never been happier.

Technically, it’s forbidden for RAs to date their residents. However, that hasn’t stopped them, often sneaking into his room to do what couples usually do. Quite frankly, neither are worried about hiding it, considering the rest of the dormitory residents are well aware of the relationship and unfazed by it. Still, whenever one of Eren’s managers visits, he’s extra diligent in keeping that information private.

As for her situation with her ex, she has completely moved on, and seemingly so has he. Occasionally, she’ll spot Reiner walking around campus with his fraternity brothers or classmates. She and him will exchange a cordial head nod, polite wave, sometimes a reminiscent smile, but nothing more. Acknowledging each other’s presence, understanding there’s no more left to their story. A fleeting moment of reminiscence about their past life together, gone as soon as it appears. During these times, Reiner will flash a serious glance at Eren. It’s not threatening or malicious, more like a cautionary warning. He can’t blame the guy; after all, Reiner was her first love, and vice versa. Despite their relationship coming to an end, deep down, they must care for each other to some degree. Even as the new boyfriend, he can understand that, so he remains unbothered by it.

Despite his father agreeing to continue the payment of his tuition, Eren decided to work at least one part-time job this semester to supplement date nights or gifts for his girlfriend. His job is being the front desk of the school library, helping students locate resources or manage the study rooms. For the most part, his schedule is manageable. However, when the week of midterms arrives, it gets a little more complicated. The facility remains open twenty-four hours on weeks like this so students have a place to study at all times. Driven by the increased pay during the night shifts, Eren offers to work them without thinking how it’ll affect his daily routine. It’s only after the first night that he realizes he won’t be able to see his girlfriend until the week is over. With her being just as busy with group projects, there isn’t a time they have free to see each other. So, they settle for voicemails and text message spanning the next few days, which in Eren’s mind, pass by like weeks, maybe months. He misses her.

Finally, Friday comes, and exams are over. After his last class, he heads straight for his room, knocking out for a long nap. He wakes up to gentle tapping on his door. When he answers, he’s thrilled to see her, smiling brightly at him. “Hi.”

Before he can respond with words, he launches forward, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so happy to see you.” He buries his nose to the top of her head, inhaling that familiar scent he’s been yearning for all week long. “I missed you so much.”

She laughs, music to his ears, warming his entire soul. “I missed you too.”

He pulls her into his room, pushing the door closed by pressing her up against it with a kiss. They stay like this for a while, his hands caressing her cheeks, her fingers hooked to the waistband of his sweats, tugging ever-so-slightly towards her. They kiss each other, languid, soft, and effortless, like this is exactly where they’re meant to be. He’s been deprived too long without her. He won’t waste another second.

She pulls away, leaning back to look at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner now?”

He smirks, mouth grazing her ear. “I am hungry, but for something else.” One hand trails down to her hip, squeezing. “I’ve been starving for you all week. Dessert first, then dinner.”

She giggles, nipping at his lower lip. “Are we calling this dessert now?”

“Yup,” he grins. “Because it’s going to be so, so sweet.”

~~~

Within minutes, your clothes are tossed to the floor, stripped and bare in his bed, sheets twisted beneath as your lips smack noisily with each other. “Can I taste you now? Please?” Eren asks.

You nod, rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for him. He shakes his head, hoisting you over him. “Not like that. I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” you stammer, surprised at the suggestion.

“Ride my face,” he repeats.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure. I want it so bad, baby.” The way his voice sounds needy and desperate has your pussy throbbing. Carefully, you straddle him, lowering yourself slowly. His hands slide around your thighs, gripping you. “Come on. Smother me, sweetie.” More aggressively, he shoves you to his face, tongue already out and licking at your clit. You grasp onto the headboard, rolling your hips onto his mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. His moans are muffled, vibrating into your skin with his lips puckered to your bud, sucking.

Soon, you’re coming for him, slick gushing from your slit. He drinks it up, slurping it noisily, his hips thrusting into nothing, cock stiff against his abdomen. “Fuck, you taste so good. Think you can ride my cock now, princess?”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you whimper in response, readjusting yourself so you’re on his lap, sliding your slippery cunt along his erect shaft. He rests his head on his palms, elbows splayed, watching you. “That’s it, baby. Get it nice and creamy with your cum. You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise spurs you on, rubbing yourself on his dick until you’re ready for him, tingling all over. You sink down, cock sliding in smoothly until he bottoms out, your pussy entirely full of him. He plants his feet to the bed, thrusting into you gradually. “I know you already came, but can you give me one more, sweetie? Just one more?” It sounds like he wants to add a pretty please to the end of it, nodding his head affirmatively, looking up at you with innocent eyes while he fucks you relentlessly.

You let out a pathetic whimper, nodding along with him, totally captivated. He smiles so sweetly, the tinge of wickedness in his eyes almost goes unnoticed. Almost. Your boyfriend can be a real menace sometimes, acting tender as he man-handles you like his own personal sex doll. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s breathing heavily, exerting all the energy left in his being to give you the best fuck of your life. You bounce on his lap until your legs are spent, yielding all control to him. One hand travels up your spine and lands at the nape of your neck, caressing you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls into your mouth, pushing his thick saliva past your lips. He halts his brutal thrusts, hard cock all the way inside you, pussy throbbing around it.

“Open up, sweetie,” he says. You’re high off his cock, too dumbed out to think rationally, so you obey his command, sticking your tongue out. He bites his lip, studying you like you’re the prized treasure he’s about to collect. He tips your head towards him, leaning in close to spit a wad of his saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do, guzzling every drop of it down your throat.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he coos.

“Give me more,” you groan, sticking your tongue out.

He grins, smooching your nose. “You like it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nod, eyes half-lidded as he does it again, his hot, frothy spit coating the inside of your mouth. Arms coiled around his neck, you clutch onto him tightly, electricity rippling from your core throughout the rest of your body as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

“Eren,” you whimper, nuzzling his ear. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or the fact that you haven’t seen him all week and you missed him so much, you’re bursting at the seams. In a breathy huff, it slips out. “I love you.”

Suddenly, he pauses, stunned by your confession. He holds your face between his palms, staring at you with a serious expression. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His lips part, dumbfounded and in a daze, with his dick still hard inside you. It’s not what you imagined it would be like, but in this moment, you wanted to get it off your chest. It’s been simmering within you since New Year’s, and while it’s not the most luxurious of settings, it’s intimate and special, especially with the way his eyes twinkle. “You love me?” he reiterates, clearly in disbelief.

With more confidence, you reply, “I love you, Eren.” You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling. “I love you.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

The two of you giggle into each other’s mouths as you kiss, Eren whispering “I love you” in between. You rock your hips onto his lap, making love slowly until eventually, you come together, skin hot and dewy with sweat, hearts thumping loudly against your chests. He cradles you in his arms, peppering more soft smooches around your face, intertwining his legs with yours. A perfect fit.

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⋆˚✿˖°𐙚 ERWIN SMITH X F READER SMUT 18+ MDNI

⋆˚✿˖°𐙚 cw: daddy kink, ex! levi x reader, SMUT, PORN W VERY LITTLE PLOT, p in v, female body parts, oral on both ends, squirting, size kink??, dumbification?, general nastiness almost 9K words of nothing but smut, rough sex, and i think thats mostly it!!!

⋆˚✿˖°𐙚 lol so if anyone is interested i might write a pt 2 w levi and a pt 3 threesome?? This also derived from a levi fic im working on i might just post that here too. Its so funny how my first work on tumblr is an ERWIN SMITH smut of all things but here we are. He makes me so feral

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You did not expect anyone to follow in your angry march away. In fact, you preferred that no one did, especially Levi. But he seems to be completely repulsed by you these days so you are sure he would do no such thing. Erwin did wait about a minute before taking off without a word, clearly just as unimpressed with Levi as you were. All the man wanted was to blow off some steam, but that was now ruined all thanks to the petty squabble between the former lovers. He was sick enough of hearing all about it from both sides and now it was following him outside of work. Smith did manage to sneak a pint for the trek underneath his coat, managing to finish it long before arriving back to headquarters. And his poor friend was in so much pain that it made him hurt too, he tried to avoid this, to warn her that Ackerman does not have the emotional intelligence for a relationship. He does not know how to be soft and sensual.

Like you deserve to be treated.

It would be inappropriate to admit that Erwin had thought about what it might take to satisfy a woman like you. In more ways than one. But he wants to ignore it and follows up the stairs silently, waiting until you reached the floor of your office/living quarters to call out your name. "Y/N"

"Not in the mood commander" You grumble, not wanting to hear an 'I told you so' from him of all people. You have always admired Commander Erwin, he was a man with principles and honor. A loyal and courageous leader, easily one of the best the Survey Corps had ever seen. Everything about him was impressive; a long list of accomplishments throughout his professional year, he was well educated and had a hefty amount of titan kills under his belt. Another thing which could be considered impressive would be the sheer size of the man. He towered over many with big burly shoulders and a deep, rich voice. His muscles would pop out of his undershirt (something the female scouts would never fail to notice) and his hands were large enough to make regular things appear miniature. You would be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what lay underneath that uniform. But it would be absolutely scandalous to sleep with the commander of all people.

However, you somehow did not find anything wrong with sleeping with the second highest ranking member of the Scouts. That was not your goal of course; to sleep with a powerful man. It just sort of happened, after years of the slow torture that was getting to know Levi and be close with him. Your relationship was similar of that to his with Hange-mostly comprised of shit talking and poking fun at each other. It was like that for years and sometimes things did get intense, growing more into argument territory rather than their usual lighthearted bickering. But you always made up, if not with a verbal apology then with little gestures. Levi always checked the straps of your gear before expeditions, made sure you stretched and ate beforehand. Whenever you found yourself in battle, he somehow always managed to be right behind just in case things went South. And it was not until you were able to lead a squad of your own that Levi had to admit he absolutely hated to be apart from you.

That was how you knew he loved you, it made keeping things so secretive okay. As long as you knew Levi cared for you, that was all that mattered. But as time passed you could not help but wonder if it was purely physical for him, judging by the way he began to completely ignore you in front of others. All it took was some light teasing for him to begin to stray away from your touch. And it hurt that something so small could be enough to stop all that was happening between the two of you. That seemed to be the beginning of the end, it was not long after that the man pulled you into his office and insist the two of you keep things professional from now on. That it was a mistake. He said it so coldly, as if he had not let you sleep in his arms two days prior.

But you played it cool and managed to make it all the way to the stairwell before hot tears began to stream down your face. You refused to let him see how much it hurt, wanted to make it seem as unimportant as he did.

That was only a month ago, so when Erwin initially invited you out to the pub you were weary of being in the presence of Humanity's Strongest Soldier. But Erwin insisted that one of his most hard-working soldiers should put the paperwork down for just one night and let loose. He also promised to not leave your side, aware of the weird tension between you and Levi.

Erwin was not dumb, and happened to be the only person who caught on to you and Levi. Noticing the stolen glances and sly smiles sent from across the room. It wasn't until you accidentally sent down a paper that was meant for Levi on the commander's desk. A paper with a not so subtle note at the bottom containing such foul things that he did not dare to even repeat them as he scolded the two of you for being so careless. You had never seen him so angry, nor had he ever spoke to you so harshly. It was so harsh you almost cried, hiding your face the whole time in utter embarrassment. The two of you promised to never again let your 'nighttime activities' affect your work. And he left it at that, choosing to never bring it up again. He intended on never involving himself between the two of you again.

But tonight as Erwin saw the pain which clouded your eyes, it made him want to make it all go away. How desperately he ached to make you forget all about Levi and scream his name all night long instead.

"I am not here to make you feel dumb" He reassures, closing your bedroom door behind him. You watch him intently from the other side of the room, a clenched jaw as he plays with the loosened collar of his shirt. The drinks were making him sweaty, a tiny droplet catching the light as it dripped down his chest.

The very last thing you should be worried about is how utterly sexy your commander looks at a time like this. You don't consider yourself the type of woman to move on so easily. But how can you not be enticed by a sweaty, hunky man standing in your bedroom, only there because he is worried about your well-being? Not what is beneath your clothes. In fact, he makes a show of averting his eyes as you begin to undo the bodice of your dress. He has always been so respectful and good to you, always made sure to ask your opinion on important matters because he valued your input. That was arguably the hottest thing he had ever done; respect you entirely. "Forgive me if it is not my place to say this, but I believe you can do much better than Ackerman"

You laugh, letting the strings of the corset hang as you silently pray he will give in to look at the way your breasts threaten to spill from your dress. "Is that so?" You raise a curious eyebrow. "Any better options?"

Erwin finally looks back over to you and he silently curses at your undone dress which is practically begging to just be ripped off. He swallows thickly, focusing on the middle of your eyebrows as to not look anywhere else. "None come to mind. Though I do hope you'll find one more willing to communicate his emotions"

"Hm" You kick off your boots, wondering if the tension is not just one sided. If he feels the heat too which eats at your whole body. So neglected, and feeling so unwanted. You put on your nicest undergarments today in the hopes that Levi would be taking you home. You just want someone to take care of you, soothe the uncomfortable ache between your legs. You have enough on your plate as is, dealing with the newest recruits to the Scouts. They were already starting fights and complaining about orders and it was supposed to be your job to whip them into shape. And you were exhausted, drained from feeling like a single mother with a group of disobedient kids who just had to question your every order. You needed some stress relief desperately. It is obvious with the way you rub your tired eyes, hunched over your bed as you stare at the floor. "And you? I still find it hard to believe a man like you has no lady waiting for you to come back home every night"

His posture eases up but his body remains pressed against the door, almost like he is afraid to step any closer. He imagines there is an imaginary line which starts at the wardrobe in front of him, and should he cross that line he does not trust there will be any going back. In fact, he should have left the very second his impure thoughts started. "A man like me?" He sounds almost proud, that charm of his is beginning to kick in. He loves talking to ladies, can wrap them easily around his finger. "Im awfully busy you know? Don't have enough time to dedicate myself to a woman the way they deserve"

"Poor Commander" Your sweet voice makes him weak in the knees, his resolve faltering with every second. "You're a good one, so strong and brave. You take such good care of all of us. I think you deserve to have someone take care of you"

You're such a good little soldier, the Commander has always thought so. You have always followed every single order with a sweet smile, obedient and looking to please. He wants to thank you for being so perfect, for worrying about him when the original intent of following you was to check on your feelings. And by now it is obvious that you are teasing him, not even bothering to hide the way you clench your thighs every time he speaks. And you, the little minx you are, can tell that you're getting to him. Finally cracking that iron-tough exterior. It's evident with the way he cannot look at your eyes more than a few seconds, gaze constantly darting down to your chest and exposed thighs. He is clearly battling inside of his mind and you are dead set on breaking him.

He clears his throat, beginning to tap his foot anxiously as he looks around almost comically. As if there were anyone else he could look over to in this room that would convince him to get the hell out of there. Commander be damned, that was not even a concern on his mind right now. His main worry would be how upset Levi would be if he ever found out his most trusted comrade slept with his woman. But at the same time, that makes it all the more enticing. He wished he could rub it in the smug bastard's face that he has his beloved practically begging to be fucked by him. How he wants to make you scream so loud Levi hears it.

"Y/N" It's almost painful to speak, the way he is actively holding himself back from moving. He refuses to take even a single step. "It would be very inappropriate to let something happen between us"

"Mmm....but that just makes me want it more" You whine and he brings his fist up to his mouth in an attempt to conceal the curses slipping out. You feel like you are almost there, so close to getting what you desperately want. You sigh dramatically, making a point of throwing yourself back onto your bed. "No one is forcing you to stay Erwin. I couldn't keep you from leaving if I tried"

You're right, he is a grown man and if he had any kind of self control he would be marching right out of there. But right now, his chest is warming up and his mouth is watering at the sight of your dress bunching up dangerously close to your most sacred area. Now on your side, you look him up and down. You cannot help but laugh at how tense he is, almost as if he was afraid of you. "Oh Erwin, stop looking at me as if I'm trying to corrupt you"

His pants are beginning to grow tight, his own body betraying him as he finds himself growing uncomfortably hard. He attempts to clasp his hands in front of himself in an attempt to conceal the forming tent. The man lets out a deep breath, looking up to the ceiling. His mind is made.

He wants to ruin all other men for you.

Erwin finally crosses that line, stepping forward and gesturing for you to sit up. You obey, watching intently as he kneels in front of you. "My only concern is that if I start I may not be able to control myself" He admits, hands tracing the skin of your ankles which hang over the bed. The position makes it so that he is placed in between your thighs, his body beneath you as he looks up with wide eyes. He is so handsome it's almost unfair, you bring a finger to trace his sharp jawline. "A woman like you should be cherished"

His rough hands bring up one of your legs, relaxing back on his heels as he goes to place a soft kiss to your calf. He catches a glimpse of your white, lace panties and it makes him groan. After all of this teasing, you now find it hard to speak-too entranced by how soft he is being. It is a complete contrast to the way Levi makes love to you-as if every time would be the last. Erwin is taking his time, kissing and licking up your legs so sensually that you find whines leaving your lips. But he stops at your inner thighs much to your dismay.

You pout, looking down at him expectantly. "Don't worry princess" He coos, seeing your frustrated expression. He knows you are impatient, he is too but it has been far too long since Erwin had the opportunity to pleasure a woman. He will be damned if he does not enjoy every second of it, if you don't finish multiple times then he will be rather disappointed. Perhaps it is one of his kinks, getting nice sweet girls all worked up-to corrupt them. You just feel so heavenly, he wants to make you turn absolutely filthy. "You'll get what you want. Good girls are patient"

You're so unbelievably horny you could cry. You want to beg him to just fuck you already but that would be way too desperate. You still would like to keep a semblance of respect for yourself, as if the act you found yourself in was not disrespectful enough. Commander Erwin is sliding your dress down your shoulders, making you sit up a bit so he could pull it down your thighs. It almost feels unreal, that the most respected man in the Regimen is on his knees for you, ready to take you entirely. Finally, he kissed your-gasping into it you could not help but pull him closer by the shirt. Your hands fumbled with the buttons, finally getting a chance to run your nails down those chiseled muscles you had only dreamed about up until now.

His tongue presses into your mouth, running his hands down your side as he tries to touch every bit of skin available to him. He is so good, kiss tender yet passionate. You can feel how badly he wants you, the way his head moves in sync with yours as low groans escape his lips. As desperate as you were a few minutes ago, you hate the thought of his lips leaving yours, grabbing hungrily at his biceps as she shrugs his shirt off. Erwin began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, ripping it off and throwing it to the side without a thought. When you finally pulled apart, you were about to complain until he stood up to take his pants off.

You decided to keep things going, slipping off your bra to leave you in only your panties. His eyes darkened at the sight, going back on his knees and immediately latching his lips onto your chest. Soft moans escape your lips as he finds one of your nipples, sucking softly at the skin as his hand gropes the other. You buck your hips into his, using one of your hands to play with his hair. "So good Erwin" You praise, reaching your other hand down to the place he needed to be touched the most.

You cant reach enough to wrap your hand around his length, but you can feel the tip rubbing against your fingers as you desperately try to grab more of him. He is thick, and you cannot wait to see how long he must be. When he finally pulls off of your chest to look up at you, you smile. Reaching down to kiss him, he allows you to jerk him more through his underwear-you notice it is too much for just one of your hands to hold. It makes you so anxious to feel him inside of you.

"You're so beautiful" Erwin compliments, his beautiful blue eyes taking in your entire figure. "I've always thought so"

"Wish I knew that sooner" You tease, aware that this cannot go any further than what happens tonight. Neither of you are in any place to be in a relationship. But it feels so incredibly good. "But I have to admit I have thought of this more than I should. You are one of the most handsome men I have ever seen"

It feels good to be complimented, it only makes him want to devour you even more. So he decided he has had enough of the teasing, he wants-no. He needs to taste the real thing. He wordlessly pulls down your panties, wrapping his arms around your knees to pull you closer. And he looks up at your pretty little face one more time, before diving in between your legs. One lick up your slit is all it takes to completely ruin the professional relationship the two of you had spent years building. He should be ashamed of himself, being in such a high power position and still succumbing to his own nasty urges.

It is so wrong, he moans into your pussy at the thought. It should not be making it so much better, the thought of how naughty he is to be licking up your pussy like a man starved. His tongue flicks between your folds, going up to circle your clit before going back down only to repeat his movements. Every time he reaches your clit, your hips bump up and it is not long before he pulls you so flush against his face that he cannot lick anywhere that's not your pussy. He shakes his head side to side, moaning again as he makes out with your folds. "Tastes so good" He groans before diving in, this time focusing on that little nub directly. You moan loudly, beginning to pant at the way he sucks right on your clit. He stops to flick it with his tongue, loud noises of slurping and sucking so obnoxious anyone in the nearby rooms could hear. "So sweet" He pulls apart again, unable to process how fucking good it tastes. If he had days he would dedicate the night to just eating your pussy, the fucking could wait for later. "Pussy's so good princess"

He moves his tongue lower, finding your entrance and prodding at it softly. He settles his face deeper between your thighs, grabbing the soft skin as his large nose bumps up against your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. God, his nose, so prominent and strong. The absolutely filthy thoughts you had about riding the man's face and using it to rub your clit against just like he was now. It was all so much, so good as your moans grew louder. He was fucking your entrance with his tongue by now and you could not help but bounce against his face, desperate to have more. The pleasure was starting to build, Erwin could tell by the incoherent words which spill from your lips.

No longer were the soft whines and moans which got him so worked up in the first place. Now you were talking complete nonsense, but that did not matter to him. That was only more encouragement for the man to keep going, oh how he wanted to fuck you stupid.

"Fuck!" You panted, hands gripping at the sheets, his hair, his shoulders, anything you could hold on to as your lower body bounced against his face. Nose still rubbing against your clit as you wonder how he could even breathe with his face so suffocated between your thighs.

He couldn't but he did not care. He was willing to die between your legs as long as you finish on his face. He needs it, he is dying of thirst and only your juice can give him some relief. "Please" He mumbled, going back up to focus on your clit and shoving a finger into you. You moan loudly and he begins to rock the digit into you, making out with your clit so sloppily you can hear the saliva sloshing around. It is so dirty it makes your eyes roll back, mouth forming into an 'o' as he picks up the pace, adding another finger. "Please cum on my mouth princess"

"Ohh yess baby!" You gasp, unable to think as the pleasure continues to build, overwhelmingly so as your legs begin to shake due to how fast the man fingers you. "Im-im..."

You cannot finish your sentence due to your release, and Erwin is going absolutely feral. He slurps up every drop, moaning about how good it is, that he can't believe you were hiding this perfect pussy from him all these years. He supposed he is to blame for that but he is far too in the moment to worry about any of it. When he pulls apart his face and chest are soaked, hair sticking to his head as he let out heavy breaths.

You managed to lift your body up, reaching out for his touch. He grabbed your hand and kissed it sweetly, almost as if that obscene scene which laid before you minutes ago never even happened. "Mm come here baby" You murmured softly and he obliged, giving in to the kiss you pulled him into. It was slow and sensual, tongues slowly greeting each other again as you held his face in your hands, enjoying the taste of yourself on his tongue. "Did so good" You mumble into the kiss, gasping when he bites your bottom lip.

"Thank you sweet girl" He mutters, going to kiss and bite at the skin on your neck. He breathes in your scent, tasting the salty sheen which now covers your whole body. His kisses are hot and needy, his hands going to grip your ass.

"Get on the bed please" You asked nicely, desperately wanting more praise. It sounded so incredibly good coming from him, was the best kind of encouragement you could have ever hoped for. You thought so highly of him, and you needed to make him proud. If you were going to ruin your relationship then you would at least hope he would be imagining your lips wrapped around his cock, thinking back on it fondly. Like you said, he took such good care of of you and this was simply returning the favor. "I wanna taste you now"

So he finally unveiled himself to you entirely, cock springing out as he pulled his underwear off rather impatiently. It slaps the skin of his stomach, a glossy sheen covering the tip as the rest of it looks angry-red and swollen, begging to be touched. He is so unbelievably thick that it makes your mouth water, thinking about how you will have to open your mouth as wide as you can to take him entirely. You slowly wrap a hand around the base, squeezing slightly as you prepare to take easily the largest cock you have ever seen. "You're so big" You almost whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his knee.

Erwin senses some hesitation, reaching out to caress the side of your face so sweetly. He knows he is going to lose any sense of composure the second he feels your tongue, and he just hopes you are prepared to take him the way wishes. "But you can take it darling" He coos, thumb going to rub your soft lips. They part slightly, taking in the tip of his digit to suck on it lightly. He shudders at the feeling, imagining your lips wrapped around another part of him. "Such a good girl, gonna choke on daddy's cock for me right?"

You moan at his words, nodding so excitedly it makes him laugh. You are too precious really, he can't wait to ruin you. He wants to make you cry on his cock, shake and finish until you can't take anymore. "Yes daddy" His words are all the encouragement you need to finally take him, just allowing the tip into your mouth at first. Your tongue flattens against the tip, licking and tasting all of the precum which surrounds the head. Taking a deep breath, you move further, an experimental bob of your head as you find you mouth completely stuffed. And you're just about to reach halfway, how in the hell is this going to work?

Erwin's hand places itself in your hair, gently helping guide you further down. His noises are heavenly, and all he can do is stare down at you. Watching you take it intently, body shuddering as you begin to speed up the pace at which you bob your head. He thrusts slightly, smiling at the small gags leaving your mouth. But it's not enough, he needs you to choke on it, gasp for air as spit drips down your chin. He wants tears falling down your eyes as a bulge forms in your throat. This was all it took for any kind of respect to be thrown out the window, you've got him started now, feeling insatiable as he desperately wants to use you as a fucktoy. "Look at you" The blonde man groans, chest heaving and glossy as his thighs clench with the way you refuse to use your hands around him. Only your mouth, up and down gagging every time you take him in your throat. "Look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth"

You moan around his length, clenching your thighs together as you yearn for his touch once more. You can hardly breathe, the scent of his musk invading your nostrils as his pubic hairs tickle your nose. You are so completely enveloped by all things Erwin Smith, everywhere you look, touch, taste. And it is driving you crazy, unable to think about anything but your big strong commander who deserves to be praised. You need him to feel worshipped as you finally swap your mouth with your hands, choosing to suck on his balls instead. The act emits a growl from the man, panting above you as he cannot form any thoughts with the way you guzzle up his balls. You're moaning, sounds of slurping and spit as he can see the mess forming on your face. Jerking him hungrily as your tongue dashes across the two sacs, so eager to please him. "So fucking dirty" He curses again, an occurrence so rare it makes you moan. And he slaps your chin softly, not hard enough that it hurts but firm. "Who knew you were such a slut?"

You moan, going back up to take his member back in your mouth. You only bob a few times before coming up with a 'pop!', pleading eyes looking up at the man in front of you. His lips curved into a sly smile as he admires just how sloppy you look. Lips so swollen from taking his dick and a few strands of hair stuck to your chin from all of the spit. "Fuck my mouth please" You have no shame, you're almost whining as you grab his hands to hold your head. You look up with wide eyes, his excitement evident as it seems there is a newfound twinkle in the man's eyes. "Please daddy" It angers him to think about how obedient you must have been for Levi, he needs to remind you on what exactly you were missing out on.

"Such good manners darling" He compliments before lowering your mouth back onto him. His whole body tenses, groaning at the way your throat convulses around him as he pushes your head further down. "So sweet asking daddy for permission. I didn't even have to train you first"

You can't speak back of course, in fact he wonders if you can even process what he is saying with the way he thrusts up into your mouth. And the noises are so obscene, gargling and gagging-the sound of Erwin's pants and moans filling the room. It is too good to be true, his thrusts pick up the pace as spit falls freely down, pooling on his thighs as he massages the inside of your throat. Poor thing, it will be certainly bruised after this and he reminds himself to have a hot cup of tea prepared for you the next morning. Praises leave his mouth as he uses you, balls slapping against your chin as his hands begin to pull on your hair. You focus on breathing out of your nose when you can, swallowing every time he shoves himself all the way to the back. It drives him crazy, he moans loudly every time you do it and that is enough to keep you going. Your eyes are crying, unable to stop the tears from flowing as you choke on his cock.

It has been a very long time since Erwin had the sheer bliss of a woman's mouth wrapped around him. And he cannot remember if it felt this good the last time, he wonders how he went so long without it. Maybe it's just you, so willing to take him and let him do whatever he wants. It makes his cock twitch, release nearing as he finds himself proud he even lasted this long. As much as he wants to prolong it, toes clenched and chest tightened as he refuses to spill out-he decides to give you a break. You deserve it, with how well you've taken him. "M'cumming darling, you better swallow all of it" He growls, slapping your cheek softly as you moan excitedly-ready to swallow his seed. "And say thank you"

Those are his last words before finally spilling into your mouth, jaw slack as he moans loudly into the night. His hips rock softly, chasing his high and it makes his body shudder. You clean all of it up, careful to not spill as much as a drop and you make a show of swallowing to prove you won't be letting it go to waste.

"Thank you" You hum, giggling softly because things will never be the same. You wish you could brag to all of the other women who admire him just as much as you do.

He pulls you up by the hand and you get on the bed, humming softly when he embraces you, wrapping an arm around your waist before settling his forehead down on your shoulder. He kisses the skin softly and you melt into his touch, running your fingers up his back. It is so intimate, a complete opposite from the filthy things that took place moments prior. Your lips meet again, moving slowly and tenderly as you both grab at any skin available. You feel hungry for more, carnal desires completely overriding your body as you want to beg him to take you. Levi is not even a thought in your mind as you crave Erwin and Erwin only.

He can tell you need him with the way your tongue impatiently explored his mouth, hand going to grab his half-hard member. Stroking it softly you whine into his mouth, leaving his lips to place kisses trailing down his neck. You suck at his earlobe softly, emitting a groan from the large man. He stops your movements by grabbing your wrist. "Lay on your back darling"

You nod, moving back onto the bed and opening up your legs to give him a view of the thing he craved to feel the most. The sight alone is enough to make him fully erect, ready to fuck you the way you deserve. He kisses up your body, starting at your hipbone and following up your ribcage until he reached your neck. His big hands run up your legs, greedily as he takes in every inch of your body. He can't stop touching you, fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach, going to trace over your nipples and collarbone. "Please Erwin" You beg, yes you love the way he is looking at you as if you were the only woman on Earth. You feel adored, so confident under his soft eyes that you are not even worried about covering up. You feel no shame, only desire for the man situated between your legs, shoulder muscles flexing as he wraps both arms around you. But you are going to go absolutely insane if he doesn't fuck you soon.

"You're too good to be true princess" He sounds sincere, nuzzling his head into your nape as he rubs his cock against your slippery folds. You whine, grinding down on him before trying to grab it and put the damn thing in yourself. He stops you like it's nothing, choosing to pin your wrist above your head. "I need to ruin you"

With those harsh words, he finally pushes the tip inside, groaning immediately at the sensation. He does not bother to wait for you to catch up, sheathing himself entirely as you claw at his back-you open your mouth to gasp but no noise comes out. It's as if his cock is strangling you, filling you up in a way you could have never imagined. "Take it" He whispers, bucking his hips softly and ignoring the way to try to paw his hips away from you. It's too much to handle, your pussy feels like it might split open from all the pressure. Tears well in your eyes as you try to relax, taking a deep shaky breath that makes the man shudder. You look so cute trying to relax when his dick is molding your walls to his size, and the way you cry out with every thrust makes him want to give you more. "Fucking take it" He mutters, groaning when you try to push his hips away again. "Stop running and relax"

You whine, bottom lip shaking as he pushes himself inside again, choosing not to move so you can become more accustomed to the feeling. And even when he is not moving, you still whine and dig into his back as if he were actually fucking you. "It's just so big. Y-you didn't even go slow" A tear falls from your eye and you don't even know how screwed you are.

He's not listening to your complaints, all he sees is a whiny whore that needs to be whipped into shape. But he will do it, by the end of the night you'll be more than prepared to take his cock at any time. He is about to scold you, but he notices your walls beginning to relax, your chest no longer raised as if you could not lay down comfortably. "You're the one who begged for it slut" He thrusts again and you both moan, your arms go to wrap around his neck. His face is pressed into your chest, bodies flushed entirely against one another as his slow but powerful thrusts invigorate your every sense. "And now-" He stops to give another hard thrust and you practically scream at the feeling. It causes him to cup his hand around your mouth, angling his body into a new position. He pulls your hips down, your body going down slightly so that you are more flat on the bed. "You're gonna take what daddy gives you, okay?"

You nod and that is when the fun truly begins. You really had no idea what you were in for, going and teasing your commander just for the fun of it. Because you were messy and horny and needed to be stuffed. You did not know it would result in the most in-depth and passionate fucking of your life. He needed it even more than you did, the stress of his job and the constant questioning of his morals was beginning to drive him mad. He did not feel like a person anymore. He was a martyr, represented every single soldier in the Survey Corps. The public could point and blame him whenever an expedition went bad, every loss of life was his fault. He was a devil.

The only thing devilish about the man was the way he fucked, no mercy, using every bit of his strength to get exactly what he wants. You cannot do anything but moan and cry as he pounds into you, unaware that all of his anguish was being poured into you. He feels the most alive he's felt in years, he never wants it to end. He wished he could fuck you until his heart stops. His movements grow faster, the mattress loudly squeaking and you wrap your legs around his back. You cry out his name as he watches your breasts bounce with every movement.

"S-so good daddy" You whimper into his ear, clinging to his body and trying to pull him even closer as if it were possible. "Fuck! Feels so good!" Your hips are trying to meet his thrusts sloppily. Too preoccupied to think, you dig your forehead into his shoulder, moaning whatever words you can make out. When you bite down on his shoulder he cannot stop the moans which leave his mouth. His noises are the hottest thing you have ever heard, so deep and guttural. You suck on his adam's apple, pussy clenching due to his desperate noises.

"Gonna cum inside this messy pussy" He manages to speak, and the sight of your juices splattered across his abs make him want to finish that very moment. He wants to watch the glistening skin as you gush around him but he knows he won't last with such a filthy sight. He just needs a little bit more before he lets it all go completely. Erwin slips a palm beneath your head and cups the crown of your head, groaning because you're now fucking him back, desperately clawing at his back muscles as you try to guide his pace into you. He moves up to catch your lips but cannot find it in himself to kiss you when he feels such ecstasy. You moan into each others mouths so desperately as he rocks into you. You continue to fuck down on his cock, thighs beginning to shake.

"Mm! Mm! G'na...fuuuck" You cry out as your orgasm finally arrives. It rocks your entire body and you go limp, unable to form a single thought as Erwin chases his own high.

Luckily, the way your walls squeezed him in the second you came was more than enough to encourage his release out of him. His toes curl as he finally lets himself finish, panting into your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. Both of your bodies are slick with sweat by now and he keeps himself inside of you, letting all of his weight down. His head rests on your chests, mewling in delight when you bring your fingers to scratch his scalp. "What do you say darling?" He reminds as he remembers a hand still remains tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to press a lazy kiss on his lips.

You kiss him back longer then expected and he leans into your touch, causing his cock to slip out. You both whine at the sudden loss of contact. It almost feels wrong to not have him plugging you up. "Thank youu" You remember and he laughs almost mockingly. His thumb grazes your lip and he pulls you closer to kiss you again. His tongue teasingly introduces itself into your mouth before pulling out completely. He remains close, hot breath ghosting against your skin. "Mm, thank you so much daddy"

He kisses you again, so hungry it makes you whine-suddenly aware of his seed which leaks out of your swollen pussy. "You're so adorable" You meet with another sloppy kiss and when you suck on his tongue excitedly his dick springs back to life.

"Again" He orders, a newfound burst of energy as he shoots back up. Resting back on his haunches, he pats the bed. "On your knees"

You're staring at him like he is insane. Of course you want him again, you feel so empty without him. But you would also like to be able to walk tomorrow. Your arms are barely strong enough to hold yourself up, shaking with the way you lean back on them. You are a very busy woman, have important drills to run with the newest recruits and the thought of flying around through the trees in your ODM gear makes you want you cry. You are so sore already, your poor pussy feels like she was abused. Not to mention you have to walk an almost comical amount of stairs just to get outside in the first place. "B-but I have drills to run tomorrow" You pout.

Erwin laughs at the scared look in your eyes, so mean as he rolls his eyes dismissively. "I'm certain you'll live" He mocks and it makes you pout even harder. "Don't be a brat, I thought you were a good girl"

"I am!" You insist and you look so cute it makes his dick twitch in anticipation. He needs you again, and he will have you again.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure" He teases, fingers running up your thigh to meet your pussy. "Thought you want to make your Commander happy?" He asks, using a finger to clean up some of the cum that was now dripping inside of you.

When he pushes it back inside, your leg twitches and the man smiles wickedly. "I do Commander!" You whine. "You deserve the best"

He raises an eyebrow expectantly and you get the hint, flipping your body over and arching your ass up into the air. He is very obviously pleased, placing a harsh slap to your ass. He does it again, watching the way your flesh ripples with each smack. You yelp the fourth time he does it, this one harder than the rest. "Good girl" You smile at the praise, glad you are back in his good graces. You'll take him as many times as he likes-so long as he never looks at you again with that disappointed look in his eyes.

He lines himself up your entrance, entering slow this time. Your velvet walls suck him in so greedily it's hard to move, but he manages with a few curses escaping his lips. He throws his head back with the next thrust, obsessed with the squelch of all of the juices leaking out your sloppy pussy. "Ohh my" He moans, eyebrows furrowing as he watches his cock disappear into your tiny hole. The way you tighten around his limb makes him think you are fighting the urge to run away from it. He notices your dainty hands clawing at the sheets, your face scrunched up as you moan loudly.

The sound of clapping begins to arise with every thrust, he grabs your sides to keep you in place, his hips piston into you at an unrelenting pace. You can't even think. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" You cry each time the tip brushes your cervix and Erwin is in a trance of his own. His eyes are glued to the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock, ears so focused on listening out for those nasty noises exiting your cunt.

He moans unabashedly as he drills into your poor cunt. He is too focused on the lewd noises exiting your pussy that he does not notice the way the headboard slams against the wall. The wood is old, creaky and likely rotting by now. It also has taken quite enough beatings already from your late night escapades with Levi, you aren't sure it can handle much more. But you don't dare to try and stop him, you're too fucked out to speak anyways. You gasp when he hits a certain spot that makes you see stars.

"Right there princess?" He groans, pulling himself almost completely out before snapping his hips right back into the same spot, earning the same reaction out of you. "Daddy takes good care of his girl right?"

Your eyes are almost crossing with the overstimulation. His deep commanding voice, the way his balls slap your clit with every thrust, his fingertips digging into your thighs so tightly they're sure to leave a mark and his filthy fucking words are going to be the death of you. You take a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes daddy! Yes! Doing so good!" You're a mess, drooling into the sheets as it seems the man has finally met his goal. You are ruined. Your words are growing borderline incoherent, repeating the same things over and over. "So good! S-so big! Mm-so strong!"

Erwin is practically lifting your bottom half completely off the bed, drilling into you as if his life depends on it. The 'pat pat pat' of skin slapping together makes him feel absolutely feral, his eyes stuck on the way your body moves with each calculated thrust. "Yes!" He chants like a prayer, growling when your pussy begins to squeeze him. And the way you whine, cry, and slobber beneath him makes it seem like you haven't been fucked good in a while. "What would Levi say if he saw his pretty little slut bent over for her Commander?" He slaps your ass and you squeal. His thumb goes to press against the rim of your asshole, teasing the flesh lightly as he pulls your pussy back onto him.

"Ahh!" You moan, fully intending to answer his question. "Oh he'd be so mad!" You giggle and another thrust makes you cry out again. "F-fuck cant imagine"

"Does he fuck you better than this darling?" The man spits on your pussy, leaving a stinging sensation with another rough slap to your ass. The skin is red and he hopes to god a handprint will be left over to commemorate this blissful night. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull, whining like a bitch in heat as he rubs against your g-spot. You cannot talk, pussy squeezing his cock that is currently abusing your hole. And when he stops, going to press his palm flat against the side of your head you want to cry. Slowly fucking yourself back into him, you shudder, overstimulation creeping up as he hits every spot perfectly. "I asked you a question slut"

Truth is, you are afraid to answer. Things with Levi are just different. And not in a bad way, you have cried around his cock multiple times and he has certainly pleased you in the past. With Erwin drilling into you, you want to scream that he is the best you've ever had and ever will. But you also fear the repercussions, should Levi ever find out you said that you will be punished for God knows how long. But Erwin absolutely needs you to fuel his ego, he needs to fuck you better than Levi ever can. So he angles your hips a bit more and thrusts hard, keeping his tip pressed against your cervix and rubbing the spot lightly. You scream at the sensation, eyes beginning to well up from the pleasure. His hand pushes your head deeper into the bed, picking your hips up even more as he used you like a doll. "Is this all your good for princess? Nothing but a tight fuck-hole"

You cry out garbled moans of his name as he fucks you so meanly. In this moment he has full control, and you will do whatever he says. "S-so much better than Levi daddy!" He almost stops to confirm if he heard that right but he decided he would much rather fuck the confession out of you again. So he does, arching your back even more and fucking you harshly into the mattress. The bedframe is back to being thrown against the wall again, loud creaks matching his every thrust. "Your dick is so good daddy! Best I ever had!"

That is exactly what he needed to hear to lose the little bit of composure left in his body. His groans and movements are starting to become borderline animalistic. The sight is so obscene, if anyone were to walk in they would come face to face with the shock of their life. He does not worry about the noise, the only other person with living quarters on this floor is Hange and she's no snitch. Especially if she knew the Commander was involved, he was more than positive she would look the other way. The only other person he can think of who would come up here is Levi and by God he hopes he does. The thought makes his balls tighten, Levi listening on the other side of the door as his sweet girl cries around Erwin's cock.

"This pussy is mine now" The blonde commands, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. "I'm going to take you wherever I want whenever I want okay Soldier?"

"Y-yes commander!" You're fully sobbing by now, tears streaming down your face. You look sooo pretty, Erwin thinks. It is making all smart thoughts fly out the window, oh how he needs you to scream out his name.

"Say my name" The man orders, cock still stuck inside you and moving at an unrelenting speed. His stamina is almost as impressive as his cock. "Let them all know who fucks your cunt this good"

"Yes! Yes!" You nod beneath him, still pressed into the sheets as you try to ignore the loud 'CRACK!' coming from your headboard. A few more calculated thrusts are sure to make the thing fall apart. "Ohh Erwin! So good! Erwin!"

"That's it sweetheart" He moans freely into the air, hips snapping into yours. "Let them know how good your Commander fucks you"

You continue chanting his name and the second your eyes squeeze shut, walls clamping down on him the bed finally breaks. It crashes down as his cock continues to plunge into you, for some reason seeing the wood crack right down the middle makes Erwin go even harder. He desperately hopes Levi can hear the depraved noised which fill the room. Your head is growing dizzy, gasping for air as your thighs begin to shake. You try to warn him of your upcoming release but it comes much faster than anticipated, you sob as your juices spray his abs. His big heavy balls are coated with your liquid and he admires the way it almost glows with the light. And this time around he doesn't even have to remind you to scream out "Thank you! Thank you!"

"That was a big one princess" He moans, chasing his own release as his thrusts grow sloppy. His hands grip your hair even harder and you hiccup as he leans his body into yours, fucking your pussy almost lazily. The sight of you squirting will never leave his head after this, he fully intends to see you do it again. "Oh so good" He moans, finally shivering as his cock twitches. Slapping himself against your pussy he finally cums, spraying your womb with his seed. Unfortunately, thanks to Levi he is aware that you are on birth control. It's almost painful to think he has no chance of getting you pregnant, but he still imagines your stomach swollen with his child.

He pulls out, finally relaxing as he lays down beside you. Both of your chests going up and down as you try to catch your breaths. You are an absolute mess, sprawled out across the sheets-still on your stomach. Your head is facing the opposite way, in its own pile of tears and slobber from being fucked so dumbly. His cum drips out of you, a heavenly sight that he cannot tear his eyes away from. But he wants to feel you close, the man brings out a hand to trace up your spine. It makes you shiver with delight. "Let me hold you darling"

You wordlessly turn over to face him, welcoming yourself into his strong, warm arms. Your head rests on his chest, bare bodies pressed together as he softly plays with your hair. Your hands rests on his chest, feeling his heartbeat drum against your palm. Erwin kissed the top of your head softly, he feels so welcome in the comfort of your bedroom. He intends to sleep with you in his arms, and just maybe he will stay tomorrow night too if you let him.

"Erwin?" You ask hesitantly, the post-orgasm clarity kicking in as you take in the weight of your actions. You fucked your Commander, what now?

"Yes my darling?"

"What am I going to tell them about my bed?"

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Levi is quick to make it to your room next morning. He is up bright and early, intending to catch you before you make your way down to the mess hall for breakfast. He also hopes that maybe he'll get some make-up sex out of this. He even showered the second he woke up. He knows he is an idiot and getting shitfaced last night was enough to make him realize he loves you. It is the only reason he acted so out of his character, no respect or second-thought for your feelings. He regrets it all and is fully prepared to do what it takes you make you officially belong to him.

He is at the end of the hall, only a few steps away from the staircase when he heard your door open. He hears you giggle, it makes his heart drop. He cannot remember the last time he heard your sweet laugh. And he is utterly puzzled when he sees you push Erwin out your bedroom door into the hall. You say something he can't make out and Erwin obnoxiously laughs at your words before the door closes in his face. Levi is utterly shocked as the wheels in his head turn, noticing that Erwin is still in the same clothes he wore to the Pub last night. He was not in Uniform, instead he had a few of his shirt buttons undone, the fabric very obviously wrinkled and not neatly pressed like his clothing always was. He also appears to not even be showered yet, he looks like he has just woken up. Worst of all is the God-forsaken, smug smile on his lips when Erwin finally catches sight of Levi who remains in his place at the end of the hall.

"Good morning Levi" The blonde greets.

"Erwin" Is all the raven-haired man says, that same unimpressed look on his face as always. "Were you just leaving Y/N's room? Did you sleep there?" He has no shame in asking, he needs to know.

"Oh we were just having a conversation! Don't be ridiculous" He walks closer to Levi, who remains with his arms crossed. "It seems she is need of a new bed-frame"

Levi's eye twitches, he knows that shitty thing is on it's last legs. He's partly to blame for that. "And why's that?"

Erwin sighs, slapping a hand on Levi's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it" Levi immediately throws his hand off and the man continues inching towards the staircase. "Just get back to work Captain!" Levi rolls his eyes, watching the Commander begin his descent down. "That's an order!"

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strawberrystepmom · 11 months

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erwin x f!reader. cw: alcohol. modern au - reader is late 20s/early 30s and he’s late 30s/early 40s. he is a history professor.

“I didn’t expect you to be…”

The way Erwin, the man you were set up on a blind date with, trails off should make you feel self conscious but with everything you have learned about him over the past hour, you simply smile and raise a brow in his direction, sipping from your old fashioned to hide your grin. He watches every move you make, eyes as blue and deep as the ocean sparkling with curiosity, and he finds himself engrossed in everything from the subtle smack of your lips to the elegant way you hold your glass.

“What? So charming? Beautiful? Intelligent?”

One hour in and Professor Erwin Smith smitten by you, something he’d be apprehensive to admit if asked, yet it’s evident on his face and the way he chuckles at your easy jokes.

“I was struggling to pick just one.”

Another grin the lip of your glass can’t hide blooms on your face and you shrug nonchalantly.

“Then why not all of them?”

You are magnetic and he’d be a fool to keep you from feeding him lines and sly smiles from behind the safe barrier of your whiskey and ice filled glass, liquid courage clearly encouraging whatever is happening currently, but frankly - he doesn’t mind. It has been too long since his last date and he needs to send his fellow history department employee Annie a note in thanks for her suggestion of meeting up with you.

It has been more than he anticipated but he isn’t mad about it, watching you finally place your glass on the table in front of you rather than hiding behind it. He’s certain what he’s getting now is you but he’s eager to see more now that you seem more accessible, shifting in his seat slightly.

The older man feels so at ease with you he almost forgets this isn’t a regular occurrence, this is a first date and he must impress even if it means taking the focus from you. He’s almost resistant to the idea of you as anything but the star of this simple dinner shared by two strangers hoping to be more but he clears his throat and smiles, lower lip a little wobbly which belies the touch of anxiety he’s currently feeling.

“Annie told me that you love to read.”

Smiling at the mention of your friend, you shrug humbly and he can’t help but laugh that this is the moment you’ve picked to be coy. Perhaps he’s truly digging beneath the surface, pulling you apart from petal to root, and he leans back in his chair and sips from his own whiskey neat watching you formulate an answer.

Erwin Smith, above all, is a charmer and you’re witnessing it first hand. It’s humbling as the charmer to be the one swept off your feet but he’s handsome enough you let it slide, delicately tracing circles with your index finger around the rim of your glass while contemplating just how much of yourself to give away.

What could it hurt to give at least a little? You don’t sip from your glass this time, peering up through your lashes to be met with the heavily lidded gaze of the man across from you.

Gosh, it’s hard to tell who is charming who anymore.

“I can show you my collection better than I can explain it.”

Erwin chuckles and your face warms. Is it alcohol or pure lust causing all the blood in your body to rush to your face?

“That’s the most creative way I’ve ever been asked to go home with someone, I’ll give you that.”

You gasp, feigning shock and his face falls until you laugh, raising your brow with a half smile.

“I’m only inviting you for a private reading, Professor Smith. Don’t take it too seriously.”

The use of his formal title from your pretty lips is heady and he hums, the sound low in his throat and making your head spin. It’s hard to tell exactly what he makes of you but you believe he likes what he’s figured out so far if how quickly he searches around the room for your waiter is any indication.

“Is that a yes?”

Your brow still raised when his eyes fall upon you and he chuckles, reaching across the table and capturing it in his own. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and lifts it toward his face, kissing the back of your hand as if he has done it a thousand times. You’ve been rendered speechless and your mouth moves dumbly, searching for words to secure your victory but they simply do not come.

“What kind of man says no to a beautiful woman?”

Your face blazes and your eyes dart from his. It’s safe to say you won’t be winning this round but you hardly mind when you feel his gaze on you, skin prickling with awareness. It isn’t often that you let someone else get the last word but you’ve been given no choice, his thumb still pressed against your palm while gently setting your arm back down on the table in front of you.

“I’m hardly the type to kiss on the first date but I couldn’t help myself.”

Again, you find yourself searching for words and coming up short, grinning and tilting your head. He watches you reach for your glass again. Throat bobbing as you sip, the delicate column contracting, he wonders how his lips would feel against it but is drawn out of the lewd line of thought by your voice, blonde brow raised and mirroring the angle of your own.

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out if I’m the opposite type or not.”

His cheeks turn pink at their high points and you take a satisfied sip from your drink, leaps and bounds ahead of him without trying very hard once again. Despite the current standing, though, you find yourself deeply concerned that he’s matching you quip for quip and you almost veer down the oh so dangerous path of wondering where this man has been your entire life.

You know once you ask that there’s no going back so you simply sit smugly knowing one fact he isn’t privy to quite yet - he may not kiss on the first date but you definitely do and the night is still oh so young.

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rinamars · 1 year

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her eyes were wild

erwin smith x f!reader. 6.9k words. read on ao3

a prequel to in thrall.

or, how the commander acquired his pet, and how everyone fell in love with her.

(marley!erwin, implied sexual slavery, exhibitionism at its finest, possessive behaviour, public sex, deepthroating, you know the drill)

Her eyes were what captured his attention immediately.

In an endless row of frightened, whimpering girls, she stood calm and unafraid, almost proud. He had the opportunity to take any girl he wanted for himself, and he could have spent as many hours picking one out as he would have liked, but as soon as he gazed at those daring eyes, his decision was practically half made.

The dress they’d put on her was an ugly, unflattering thing, but it was also sheer enough to allow him to catch a glimpse of what lay underneath: smooth curves, supple, full breasts, and nipples that stood out on the rough fabric as if they’d been sculpted there, hardened by the cold temperature of the room. His hands itched to squeeze, to claim ownership. To part those soft lips of hers and push his fingers inside.

She became Commander Smith’s official companion the moment he pointed at her and said, “That one.”

It wasn’t until later that night that he finally got a proper eyeful. She’d been sent to the baths almost straightaway, and the sweet scent of expensive soaps and body oils preceded her entrance in the room. She was fully in the nude, just like he’d requested of the maids that had tended to her, and her still slightly damp hair framed her flushed face and her tits—which looked just as delicious as he’d imagined, if not more.

He sat on the bed and she walked to stand right in front of him, allowing herself to be looked at. And that angelic body truly deserved to be looked at, to be savoured slowly and thoroughly.

“You’re quite a sight, darling.”

Her sweet voice perfectly matched her appearance.

“Thank you.”

“It’s sir to you. You may also refer to me as master or Commander, if you prefer.”

“Understood, master.”

Did he imagine the slightly sardonic tinge in her tone? He must have, because she already looked so pliant and obedient, like a good girl. She even kneeled before him without having even been asked. Her tits swayed slightly when she did, and his cock twitched at the sight.

“You didn’t have to kneel just yet.”

“I apologize, sir. It just seemed appropriate.”

Ready to obey. Eager to please. He was going to have fun with that one.

He opened his legs to make more room between them.

“Come closer, angel.”

She crawled to bridge the distance between them. He ran his thumb along her full bottom lip, and her lips parted slightly, almost by reflex.

“As of tonight, you belong to me. I sense you already know what it entails. Do you?”

She nodded, looking just about ready to suck his thumb into her hot little mouth. He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Yes, sir,” she finally enunciated. He gratified her with a smile.

“That’s right, you do. That is why you look like you would do anything I asked, hmm? Unbuckle my pants.”

Her dainty little fingers moved quickly and efficiently to work his trousers open, and then she looked at him, waiting for more instructions.

“Take my cock out.”

Her right hand wrapped around his length and he sighed, delighted. She freed it from its confines and looked at it, studying it, getting acquainted. Her avid curiosity was adorable.

“Like what you see, darling?”

Her eager eyes already said it all, but she still answered obligingly.

“I do, sir. You’re… really big.”

“And does that scare you?”

She was so small, after all. He already knew the tight clench of her cunt would be glorious.

“I shall do my best to make it fit, sir.” She looked up at him, daringly. “To the hilt.”

He smiled deviously as he thumbed her lip again. She was truly something else.

“In due time, angel. First, I was thinking of fucking that lovely face of yours. Do you think you can take it?”

“I would certainly like to try, sir.”

“Then open wide.”

He slid inside, and it was heaven. Her mouth was tight and hot, and it seemed like she needed no guidance: she immediately welcomed his cock down her throat, pulling back when she’d start to gag and immediately diving back in. It was a huge relief for him, who’d been hard ever since he’d picked her at the auction. His balls were hanging heavy and aching, and she immediately began to fondle them, almost as if he could read his mind. It was majestic.

“Good fucking girl. You already know how to take it so well.”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned around him, and her voice vibrated against his cock, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

He slid one large hand on her nape, guiding her movements, and she instantly took the hint and began to bob her head faster, moaning all throughout. That sound was like fine music to his ears.

Getting up from the bed and fucking her face with abandon made him even drunker on the feeling. She was a sweet little thing, moaning louder and louder each time he picked up speed, and the wet sounds produced by her mouth only made him even more delirious.

“That’s right,” he grunted, holding her head steadily. “That’s good. Oh, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

She glowed at the praise. Thin lips stretched around his thick length, fiery eyes fixed on his as she let him move faster and faster.

He squeezed the base of his cock and pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop before he could come. His other hand cradled her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, still without looking away.

“Looks like your mouth can fit me just fine, hmm?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, trying to latch her lips back onto him. He pushed her face back.

“Behave. You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

“For you, master.”

“We shall work on that. I’ll make an obedient, disciplined darling out of you. For now, though, I’ll enjoy what’s mine.” He pried her lips open to push his index and middle fingers inside, and she sucked on them happily. She protested when he took them out. “Obey. Stand up.”

She did, obediently. When he sat back down on the bed, his face was aligned with her tits, and he could allow himself the indulgence of grabbing handfuls of them, feeling how plump and soft they were. They looked ample on her slim frame, but they were still small enough to fit in his hands. He pressed his face between them, inhaled her intoxicating scent, and sank his teeth in her soft flesh. Her unblemished skin was a blank canvas, begging to be embroidered with teeth marks.

She let out a scream. Pain or pleasure, what was the difference, anyway?

“These are mine, too.”

He sucked on a hardened nipple next, and she sounded so out of it already.

“Yes—oh, yes!”

“Sit on my lap.”

His cock fit snugly between the warm, wet folds of her cunt. She gasped at the feeling and threw her head back, practically humping his lenght without actually sinking down on him.

“Hah—hnghh!”

She was slathering him with her arousal, undoubtedly in preparation of what was to come. Of what she clearly couldn’t wait for.

“Again, so greedy. I didn’t tell you to move just yet,” he admonished her, prompting her to still her movements, though he was in no way annoyed by her actions. In fact, he added, “But I’m about to fuck you for the first time, so I’ll let that slide. Keep bouncing on me, darling, let me feast on this wonderful sight.”

She moved again, doing these tiny jumps on top of him, and she truly looked perfect, face flushed, mouth agape and tits moving along with her, up and down, up and down. He squeezed her ass and grinded up against her harder, making her squeal when the tip of his cock caught the rim of her hole.

“Oh, please!”

There she is. He was sure she’d start begging unprompted, eager as she was.

“Use your words, love. Please what?”

“Fuck me—oh—fuck me!”

He was more than happy to oblige. “On your back. Spread your legs.”

That night, everyone at headquarters learnt that Commander Smith had a new pet, and that she was absolutely insatiable. Her enthusiastic moans filled everyone’s ears all night long, and they welcomed it eagerly, chasing relief between their own whores’ legs at the rhythm of her delighted mewls.

It was only well after the break of dawn that those debauched sounds finally ceased. He kept her folded in half for hours, claiming the space between her legs as his and only his, and she accepted him each time like it was the highest honour possible, because it was. Commander Smith was known by many to be the most powerful and influential man within the ranks of the Marleyan military—and likely beyond, too—which meant that being chosen as his companion—so is how they called their whores—was nothing short of a privilege.

Their routine in the beginning was simple and repetitive. She was to remain within the bounds of the Commander’s quarters at all times—all companions are on probation the first few weeks, to test their loyalty, so to speak—and, though she had been granted her own sleeping area, she shared her master’s bed every night, since she was usually too tired and weak to leave it after they finished fucking.

Her first meal of the day usually consisted in her master’s cock, which he thrust into her mouth all the way to the hilt shortly after waking up, fucking her mouth until he spilled down her throat. Watching her swallow it all was part of the fun: each time, he felt the possessiveness bloom within him, a devious sense of pride at the idea of owning this angel of a girl that eagerly gobbled his seed down like it was ambrosia.

No matter how busy he was during the day, he always made sure to set aside more than enough time to go back and forth between his office and his quarters to satisfy his urges. And hers as well, clearly: that sweet creature was always so full of surprises he simply longed to see how much further he could push her, what new levels of depravity she was willing to reach.

He’d been faithful to his domineering nature at first, to his intrinsic urge to claim and own, so he’d mainly bend her in half over his desk and take her from behind, manhandle her until he could have her from any angle he wanted and hear her scream in ecstasy.

He also tested her obedience, positioning her on his cock as he sat behind the desk and instructing her to behave and stay still, to keep him warm inside her tight cunt as he read letters and penned appropriate responses. The little angel just couldn’t keep quiet at first, always trying to get him deeper inside with tiny movements of her hips, and, though he loved hearing those little whimpers of desperation, that wasn’t the purpose of the act. He’d get up, throw her over the hard surface of his workspace and tan her ass until it was covered in red handprints.

Thanks to his lessons, she got better and better at being patient. And Smith always rewarded those who obeyed.

Letting her take the reins began as his way to praise her for being a good girl, his perfect little slut, but it was so titillating to watch her give herself pleasure that he ended up giving her that semblance of power more and more often. He let her ride him, and she did so with hunger, with need, moaning like she was singing a song, and it was always a sight too delectable not to feast upon.

With a voice as sweet as hers, it wasn’t long before her fame rose among the Commander’s subordinates and fellow officers. They didn’t get any chances to see her just yet, but hear her they could well enough. It was easy for them to fantasize. Rumours quickly spread across the base about how hungry for cock she must be for the Commander to make her scream like that every night, about how good of a fuck she likely was. They painted her as the kind of companion one could do absolutely anything to—and they wouldn’t have been wrong to think such things.

A lesser man would have been angry, hearing those rumours. Maybe even jealous. But Smith wasn’t a lesser man. He understood that those rumours were further proof of the power he held in his hands.

He was the Commander. He had the final say in all kinds of strategic decisions. People admired him. Envied him. Feared him. At times, loathed him. And now they wanted to fuck his woman, despite being fully aware that they couldn’t even wish to surpass him in that area, just like they couldn’t surpass him in strength or intellect.

They could keep dreaming, and he would take every opportunity to remind them that she was his. By taking her against the railing of his balcony one afternoon, he hoped the message could be loud and clear.

She perked up upon seeing him enter the room, take off his jacket and head towards her in long, determined strides. She squealed when he stuck his tongue down her throat and began to feel her breasts over the thin fabric of her dress. By the time he’d guided towards the balcony, stood behind her as she held onto the railing and ripped her soaked panties in half, she was a whimpering mess. And they hadn’t even begun yet.

“What do you see, darling?” he growled in her ear.

She couldn’t stop trying to grind against his crotch, starved for friction.

“I see the—hhgh—the t-training grounds, sir.”

It wasn’t an answer that satisfied him. He caught her earlobe between his teeth, making her shiver. “And? What else?”

“Hah—ah—”

“Use your words, angel.”

“I see—I see p-people. Soldiers. They’re… they’re looking at us, sir.”

“That’s right.” He finally grinded against her, giving her a taste of what she wanted. “They’re looking at us. You see, you’ve amassed quite a following. They hear your lovely voice, all the sounds you make when you let me have my way with you, and they wish they could fuck you, too. Would you let them fuck you, princess?”

“No—no!” She was grinding back harder now. “I would—not!”

Correct answer. “And why is that, hmm?”

“I only want you, m-master,” she cried out. “I only need your—I only need your cock!”

After having effortlessly unbuckled his pants with only one hand—he didn’t miss her delighted gasp as she heard the clinking sound of his belt—he finally freed his aching cock and slid it between her buttocks. It looked so big against her ass, and yet her tight little cunt always took him like it was nothing. He loved that contrast.

“Should we show them? That only I can make you sound like that?”

She pushed back again, demanding.

“Take me! Please—hah! Please!”

Smith’s icy blue eyes stared at the eager bystanders who’d begun to gather on the training grounds, summoned by the incoming show. His gaze was piercing through their heads as he entered her with one hard thrust, earning a delicious moan from her.

“Hah—oh—yes!”

He gripped her waist and began fucking her like an animal. The spectators all looked petrified. Some had begun to touch themselves over their clothes, doing a terrible job at concealing it.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re mine.”

“Ye—yes!”

“Say it.” The wet sound of skin slapping against skin was driving him wild. “Say who you belong to.”

“I belong to—to you! Oh! Commander! Yours!”

“That’s it, you’re my good girl,” he praised her. “Mine.” Her delighted screams echoed around them. “Mine.” His grip was bruising, his pace brutal. “Mine.”

He preened when he saw how enraptured, how captivated their audience was when she came with a melodious shout. Despite the distance, he could tell that it was disappointment what he could read on their faces, crushing defeat at the realization that they’d never get to fuck the goddess they’d finally caught a glimpse of.

The Commander began to parade her around after that. She was finally allowed to leave his quarters, but only to follow him around everywhere he went. She joined him in every meeting, she was there during training, she never left his side. And he loved showing her off, he adored seeing the unfulfilled hunger in people’s eyes when they looked at her.

Their little escapade on the balcony ended up generating, in fact, even more rumors surrounding her and her relationship to the Commander. Everyone knew that the day in which he would bring her along to one of their frequent dinner parties was drawing near, and they couldn’t wait for it, because they would have been able to see her from up close, certainly witness her in action, or maybe, in a delusional flight of fancy, even cop a feel.

As soon as the Commander and his companion entered the large room where that night’s dinner party was being held, all eyes were on them. Or, more likely, they were on her irresistible form, on the way the sleeves of her chemise had slid off her shoulders to reveal soft skin—so brazenly bejeweled by the red marks of their passion—and the way her tight corset barely contained her tits.

They walked into the room, seemingly not caring about all the attention, and they took their seats: him, at the head of the table, and her, on his lap.

He looked imperturbable as ever, while she looked like she was having the time of her life: she ate directly from his fingers, which she sucked clean if necessary, she tasted sweet, expensive wines, and she grinded happily against her master’s cock, squealing, whimpering and giggling drunkenly. It didn’t take long for the alcohol to have an effect on her. He had to grip her hips and hold her still after a while.

“Behave,” he growled in her ear, before taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’re humping me like a bitch in heat.”

“But—hah—” she tried to bounce on him again, but his grip tightened— “I want it!”

“I said behave.”

Only the need to preserve at least a semblance of propriety was preventing him from spearing her on his cock right then and there. He told himself he only had to wait another hour or so, until they reached the second half of that party—when things could get a lot more interesting.

Just another hour. But that slut wouldn’t stop begging to be fucked right there.

Who would have known, when the long, flowy skirt of her dress could hide them so well? Who would have judged, when everyone in the room would have done anything to be in his place?

Hidden by the table, he quickly freed his cock, already hard and ready, and slipped into the searing wetness of her cunt with ease. She was still stretched enough from when she rode him earlier that afternoon, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either. It was just too easy.

“Don’t make a sound,” he warned her as she tilted her head backwards, melting against his chest.

It must have been quite a feat for her, having to keep all of her moans in, but she’d learnt a lot since her first night there. She remained silent as she fucked herself in quick movements, and he leaned back against his chair, smoking the last of his cigarette.

“You’re being too conspicuous,” he warned her. “You’re moving too much. Everyone will know it’s my cock you’re bouncing on. Do you want everyone to know?”

If he’d asked that question to himself, his unflinching answer would have been yes. He was taking such a liking to mating in public, he loved the thrill of it, as well as that surge of possessiveness it sparked in him. He almost wanted someone to walk up to him, notice what was going on under the thin layer of her skirt, and feel intimidated by that assertion of dominance. He got drunk on the idea.

And he clearly wasn’t the only one.

“Ye—yeah,” she whimpered, delirious. “Yeah!”

She probably didn’t even know what she was answering to, such was the effect that wine and cock had on her. She’d tune out, only focusing on the feeling of being penetrated.

“What if someone walks up to us, hmm?” he whispered in her ear, making her quiver. “How can I speak to them if you’re here fucking yourself like a slut?”

“Don’t—don’t talk to them. Just f—oh—just fuck me.”

The assertiveness that rose in her whenever she got that lustful wasn’t one he could easily straighten out, but he didn’t really mind it.

He laughed through his nose. “You’re demanding, little one.” Then, he gripped her hips, holding her still. “Quiet. Someone’s coming over.”

General Magath took a seat next to them, the first to try to engage the Commander in conversation since he’d began fucking her. Magath was someone he couldn’t dismiss, but he knew he wouldn’t keep him busy for too long: no one discussed urgent matters on nights like those, and so the most Smith expected from him was the exchange of a few pleasantries, nothing more.

“It’s a fine night for a celebration, don’t you agree, Smith?”

“Remarkably so,” he agreed, as she clenched desperately around him. “Such amusements are always refreshing after a long day.”

Magath’s smile turned lascivious when he aimed his gaze at her. “Your lady here seems to agree, doesn’t she?”

She sank deeper on his cock under the guise of sitting up straighter, and gave Magath a blasé look.

“She does, she’s enjoying her night, naturally,” Smith quickly provided, “though this kind of entertainment has her easily bored.”

“That’s too bad,” Magath tutted. He was gawking hugrily at her breasts, more specifically at the spot where her right nipple was beginning to break free from the tight hold of the corset. “I’m sure the second part of the night will be more to her liking. That is something she and I would have in common. The two of you will be joining, won’t you?”

The General was getting a bit too cheeky for his taste.

Many officers would often allow their companions to entertain other men, either by getting on their knees for them or even actually lying with them, and, just like the General had alluded to, it was an especially common practice on nights like those. Not for the Commander, though.

He’d never been one too keen to share. None of his past companions had ever been allowed to touch or be touched by another man, and, if he didn’t want them anymore, he’d set them free rather than pass them to someone else. His possessiveness should have been nothing new: so why was Magath eyeing her like she was his next meal? When did the Commander ever give the impression he was willing to share this one?

She might not have been his first companion, but he’d already decided she’d be the last. And that made her even less likely to be touched by hands than weren’t his.

“We will be there,” he smiled. A smile devoid of all warmth.

“Well,” the other man concluded, standing up, “I’ll see you later, Smith. Enjoy your night.”

“Likewise.”

She began to properly rock her hips again once the General was out of sight.

“What’s—hah—what’s later?”

“We’re just going to play cards, darling,” he explained, teasing her breasts with light caresses before properly fixing her corset. People were glancing at her from afar, he didn’t like it. “And I’m also going to play with you. How does that sound?”

She clenched around him and whimpered softly.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His fingers now caressed her lips, requesting entrance. “You’d like me to play with you in front of everyone, hmm?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” She welcomed his fingers inside her tight little mouth, sucking on them eagerly. “Mm-mhm.”

“I want them all to see you from up close, to see what a perfect little angel you are,” he smiled, feeling her tongue under his fingertips. “My perfect little angel.”

She moaned around his fingers and clenched around his cock again, her pretty eyes glazing over.

“I bet they’ll love you,” he whispered. “Even more than they already do.”

She looked just about ready to come, when Smith slipped out of her and reached under her skirt to tuck himself back into his pants. It was too sudden, and the poor thing almost burst into tears.

“Shh,” he soothed her. He latched his mouth onto her neck as an apology. “I’m saving it all for later, princess.”

Later finally turned into now when most of the soldiers began to head out and the officers moved to the adjacent room, accompanied, of course, by their companions. Before that, he’d let his sweet maiden take a nap against his chest, allowing her slight wine intoxication to wear off; when she roused, she looked just about ready to go again.

The avid look he’d seen earlier in Magath’s sunken eyes was now reflected on the faces of everyone present. They all kept glancing at her as she sat in her personal spot on the Commander’s lap, resting her back against his chest as he pretended to be fully immersed in the card game. She too seemed like she was focused on the cards he was holding, all quiet and still, but it became clear it was all a facade when she lifted her arms up under the pretense of a sleepy stretch and her tits finally popped out of her tight corset.

She wasn’t focused on the cards. In reality, she’d noticed their attention and was basking in it: the little thing truly liked to show off. And if she was that eager to play, he would fulfill his promise.

Some men groaned when her breasts were freed, others gestured for their companions to get on their laps, soft breasts perfectly at eye level. Smith had the decency to keep his own appreciation to himself, only letting her know by slipping his free hand under her skirt and gripping her thigh firmly, flesh against hot flesh.

The game went on. Liquor was poured, cigar smoke clouded the room, and her little hands gripped the edge of the table as she began to rock helplessly over his lap, grinding her ass down on his crotch.

“This isn’t enough, isn’t it?” he whispered in her ear, before teasing it with his tongue. “You need more, hmm?”

She let her head fall backwards on his shoulder and mewled.

“Give it to her, Smith, she seems desperate for it,” Magath suggested on the other side of the table. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the view that the previous encounter had only hinted at: free from their confines, her breasts bounced along her every movement, demanding attention.

When he began peppering her nape with kisses—soft and light, like they always were at first—her moans finally echoed in the dimly lit room, a captivating tune that made everyone groan and sigh. She lifted herself up from the Commander’s chest and stretched her arms and torso over the table, over the cards they were still supposed to be playing, presenting herself more properly for everyone to admire.

“Sweet thing,” the man sitting next to Smith growled. “How much more can you scream, huh?”

As he uttered those last words, he let his hand wander towards her, clearly eager to touch any part of her he could reach, but Smith was faster. He slapped that errant hand away, shooting him a dirty look.

“Who told you to touch her?” he snarled. The way his icy eyes stared the man down was bloodcurling. “Who told you you could touch her?”

“I—”

“Hands off. I won’t repeat myself.”

The other gulped, and immediately retreated his hand.

“She just seems very eager, Commander,” another one noted with a smirk. His right arm was moving rhythmically as he leisurely sat back in his chair. “Don’t you want to let her have some fun? She clearly wants it.”

Considering how vigorously that man was pumping himself under the table, it was clear it wasn’t her fun he had in mind, but rather his. But she wasn’t having any of it.

The way she clicked her tongue diverted everyone’s attention from the quarrel between the Commander and the other soldier. Smith turned her eyes back to her.

“As if any of you could touch me the way he does.”

It was the first time she’d spoken in front of someone other than the Commander—or rather, the first time her voice had articulated something other than delighted moans or desperate begging for more.

“As if any of you could fuck me the way he does,” she continued, her voice resembling a hiss. All ice had melted from the Commander’s now blazing eyes. He could have burned holes into those men’s heads, such was the intensity of his stare. “None of you are even half the man he is. Don’t you fucking lay a finger on me.”

That’s my girl, Smith thought, feeling a devious smirk rise on his lips. He hadn’t been expecting her to put them in their place and make the matter of her exclusivity clear to everyone, but he should have known she would have ended up surprising him yet again; for that, she deserved rewards unlike any he’d bestowed on her previously.

Everyone had fallen silent. Some looked shocked, others looked sullen, but all of them had that unsatisfied look in their eyes, like children who sulked after having been denied candy.

Magath was the one to break that tense silence.

“You got yourself a fiercely loyal one, Smith,” he chuckled. “They’re the best kind. Always the best ones to fuck.”

Smith looked at him, and didn’t miss the way his hand had also disappeared beneath the table.

Yeah, and you wish you were in my stead as well, don’t you? Pathetic old sleaze.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbows.

“You heard the lady, didn’t you?” He unlaced her corset completely so he could take it off and let it fall to the floor. “Take a good look. This is the closest you’ll ever get to experiencing what it’s like to lie with her.”

Her chemise, the last garment that covered her body, was next: he gripped the hem of the skirt and lifted it up, and she raised her arms obediently, allowing it to come off.

There she was, nude and sinfully enticing. The flickering light of the chandeliers bounced off her bare skin, making her look even more like an ethereal creature.

“Get up, love,” he whispered in her ear, making goosebumps bloom all over her delicate skin. “Go lie on the table for me. On your back.”

She immediately complied. She shoved the cards aside with nonchalance before hopping on the table and laying down, keeping her arms lifted over her head. Her legs widened almost automatically in the process, and she looked so inviting, so irresistible, that any kind of foreplay was the last thing on Smith’s mind at that moment.

“You just called her fiercely loyal, didn’t you, General Magath?” he inquired, standing up and slowly unbuttoning his trousers. “That’s a truly fitting definition. Loyal, devoted. There’s nothing that she wouldn’t do for me.”

He took his cock out, hard and heavy, and let it slide over her soaking cunt, so that everyone could take notice of the size difference. She mewled in delight and arched her back, chasing that long-awaited touch.

“If only you could get to be inside her.” How mean, saying that after having made it abundantly clear that that could never happen. He had to refrain himself from laughing at them. “You could fuck her for hours, and she’d still be so tight and lovely.”

He finally slid inside; he went in much slower than he typically did, because he wanted them to see it all, to watch as his enormous length disappeared in her little cunt. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, and grunted when his balls were finally flush with her ass. She moaned all the way.

“She would take you so well. It’s no small feat. But you can take it, can’t you, darling?”

“Ah—oh—mmh!”

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, back into that searing heat. The wet sound of his hips hitting her skin echoed in the silent room while everyone watched, petrified.

“Words, love.”

“Ye—yes!”

He did it again. Slam. It was loud and wet, a sinful symphony.

“Yes…?”

“M-Master!” She clenched gloriously around his cock as he buried himself inside her once again. “Yes, Master! Yes!”

He was sinking so deep into her he could see the faint outline of his cock bulging her stomach every time he slammed back in.

“Look how much she loves it.” He was moving even faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder and incessant. “She just can’t get enough. She’d spend all day with a cock buried between her legs if she could. You would, hmm?”

“Ye—yeah—hah—yes!”

“Or maybe—” he lifted her legs over his shoulders so that he could go even deeper, and she screamed— “maybe you’d rather spend all day with a cock in your mouth, hmm?”

“Only—yours!”

“Of course, my darling,” he cooed, shoving himself as deep inside of her as he possibly could and remaining there. That faint bulge became visible once again, and he caressed her stomach with one hand. No matter how many times they fornicated, it was always astounding how deep he could get. “You were made to take my cock, and mine alone.”

“Yours—ah, yours—”

She was so delirious that her words were slurred, the telltale sign that she was close to the edge. Her first orgasm of the night—because he certainly didn’t want to end the show there—was intense and glorious, it made her arch her back even more and release the most beguiling moan Smith had ever heard come from her mouth.

She was smiling, too, a sweet, satisfied smile that lit her whole face up. When she opened her eyes again, they looked like two flames in the dark, her gaze intense and alluring. Those wild, wild eyes that had him captivated from the very first moment he saw her were bewitching him all over again, wordlessly asking for more. It took him all his strength not to fill her with his seed right then and there.

Catching his breath, he slipped out of her, and she whined at that feeling of emptiness, keeping her legs wide open as if to entice him to enter her again.

“Once isn’t enough for you, hmm?”

In his peripheral vision, the other soldiers were still frozen and enraptured in their seats even if they had other girls in their arms, and the Commander liked what he saw. He enjoyed their disgruntlement.

“Turn around. Hang your head off the edge.”

Even in her new position she kept her legs spread wide, flaunting her cute little hole, all glistening and stretched open. It was hard to tell whether Magath and those sitting next to him were having the best or the worst time of their lives: the best for being so close to the gates of heaven, or the worst for being denied the chance to enter.

“Let’s show them how good you are at swallowing me whole, darling. Open up, breathe through your nose. Like that. That's a good girl.”

He kept one hand on her neck, using the other to guide himself into her mouth. His thrusts were shallow at first, allowing her to get used to the intrusion, but then he really got into it, and pushed himself further: her throat squeezed around him in a way that had him groan in appreciation, and he took his hand away from her neck so that everyone could see how perfectly she was taking him.

He fucks her face once, twice, three times, before pulling out so she could catch her breath. Her cheeks were wet from tears, spit and his precum, and she coughed a bit, but stretched her arms so that she could grip his thighs.

“Again,” she demanded, her sweet voice now hoarse from the exertion. “More.”

She was starving for it. When he fed her his cock again, he managed five whole thrusts before she started gagging. He suspected he could actually hurt her if they kept going like that, so he slid out, running his thumb on her lips to wipe off that mixture of fluids.

“Let’s not ruin your pretty voice when you’re not done singing yet,” he murmured when she whined, cradling her damp cheek. He looked around the room: every pair of eyes was still deeply focused on them. He leaned down to brush his lips against her ear. “Don’t you want them all to hear you, hmm?”

“S-Sir, please, please—”

As she laid there still, chest heaving as she caught her breath, he addressed their enraptured public once again.

“My perfect, insatiable little slut.” He sat back in his chair, lazily palming at his cock, which was still hard and ready. She got the implicit invitation and, with trembling limbs, hopped off the table. “Yes, love. Come here.”

Maybe that was where the show should have ended, with one round of rough coupling and some showing off of her deepthroating skills, which were just for him. Maybe, when his sweet girl came to sit in his lap, he should have wrapped her in his coat, picked her up in his arms and taken her to his quarters, so that he could pound her into the mattress in private and leave everyone libidinous and utterly frustrated. They should all have gotten the message by that point, after all.

But then she sank onto him with no forewarning and started riding him with fervour, consumed by feral lust and unbridled passion, and he decided he’d allow one last spectacle. For the sake of his pride, her pleasure and everyone else’s chagrin.

He delivered one harsh slap to her ass, just for show, and she mewled even louder, bounced even faster.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes—hah—yes!”

His left hand gripped her ass tightly, the other sank possessively into her unruly hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Mmh—ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Take it,” he growled, delirious. “Take it all.”

He began filling her up just seconds after she reached her own peak, and it felt devastating. Glorious. He felt like it was taking him ages to empty himself completely, but she took everything he had to give like she always did, with an eagerness that was absolutely endearing. Her body was utterly spent, but she surprised him yet again when she used the very last bit of energy she had left to turn around to face the other men in the room. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she kept her legs properly spread so that everyone could see his seed dripping out of her, trickling down her thighs and onto the floor.

No words were spoken in the following minutes. The Commander reached for one of his cigars, lit it up and idly brought it to his mouth, letting the smoke twirl around them. A few seconds passed before she lifted her head to ask for a hit, and he let her have it, placing the cigar between her lips. She enjoyed the smoke and enjoyed his teeth grazing her neck, humming contentedly.

The silence lasted until the cigar was all burnt out. Then, Smith reached behind him for his coat, which he’d draped over the back of the chair, and wrapped his dozy darling in it like he’d intended to do. He effortlessly stood up with her in his arms, with the nonchalance of someone who hadn’t just fucked like an animal in front of a table full of people.

He didn’t even bother studying their faces this time; the fact that no one dared utter a single word was enough for him.

“Now, gentlemen, I hope you’ll excuse us, but we’ll retire for the evening. I definitely ought to join you for a game again in the future. Have a pleasant rest of the night.”

He strode towards the door without looking back and disappeared in the darkness of the corridor.

He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he headed to his quarters. He’d risen through the ranks of the military faster than anyone his age, he held immeasurable influence, he had money, he had the looks, and now he owned the sweetest, most beautiful little whore Marley had to offer, an angel who was willing to do anything to declare who she belonged to and strengthen the power he held over everyone else.

He anticipated the delight of getting into a warm bath with her and then spending all night between her legs, lulling her to sleep with the melody of the bed creaking under their entwined bodies. And he looked forward to doing that every night, for all eternity.

#i'm weaker than i thought after all #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smith smut #erwin smith x f!reader #mars writes

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blondeboyfriend · 5 months

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Erwin Smith x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Soooo this is an oldie from 2021. I only did some light editing so if this fic has an amateur hour feel... that's because it does. [ SYNOPSIS ] A solo training session goes to shit when you get stuck in a tree. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.6k [ CONTENT ] PWP in the purest sense, stuckage, dubcon, y/n gets her ass ate, Erwin kisses you post-ass eating, dumbification (Erwin), knife play, size kink, creampie, I don't even know how this whole situation would work physically so just enjoy the ride.

“Shit!”

Launching yourself into a tree was never on your list of things you were desperate to experience. That list was reserved for things like outdrinking Moblit, slaying 100 titans unassisted, and planting a big wet kiss on your comrade Erwin. Nowhere on this hypothetical list was such a sad spectacle.

At least you were training, it's not like you were outside the walls where this would be a deadly issue. No, this was just woefully embarrassing.

“Damn.”

You tugged at your equipment and came to the crippling realization that you were totally stuck.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. “This is great. I love this for me.”

Shimmying around didn’t help and using the tree as leverage and kicking yourself backwards just slammed you back into the tree. Blood dripped from your nose as you tried to rub the pain away.

At least you were upright.

“Come on, come the fuck on,” you whined, bouncing up and down.

You were hovering just above the ground, it wouldn’t be that bad of a drop. Sure you’d bruise your ass and walk around funny for a day or two, but it beat swinging around in a tree hoping someone would come by and rescue you.

You continued to bounce but it was no use. Your harness might as well have been one with the tree.

“So… This is it. This is how I die.”

Your legs dangled in the air. You tried one last time to break the branch by bouncing, but nothing came of it.

“Everything okay over there?”

You perked up at the sound of a deep, silky voice in the distance. Erwin crested over the hill, your predicament on full display.

“Hi,” you said, waving pathetically. “I’m, uh, just hanging.”

“I can see that,” he said, making his way over to you. “Dare I ask how this happened?”

“I was training too vigorously obviously.”

He gave you a warm laugh. “I can see that. I’m sure the Commander will be proud.”

You held your hands to your cheeks with mock surprise.

“You think so?!”

Erwin smiled and patted your leg. He was eye level with your crotch. Something in his expression was unsettling. You were never great at reading Erwin, but this was a look you were completely unfamiliar with.

“I’m certain,” he said, letting his hand linger on your thigh.

You jerked your leg out of reach but you ended up swinging back towards him despite this. Erwin grabbed you by the ankle.

“You gonna help me or what? I’m getting hungry.”

You tacked on a nervous laugh and nudged him with your knee.

“I’ll help you, but there will be a price,” he said coyly.

You gulped. You just knew he was going to ask for access to your secret coffee rations.

“I keep it under my bed!” you blurted out.

Erwin raised an eyebrow and frowned. “What are you talking about?”

As you went to speak he interrupted you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he purred. “You’re not very good at hiding your feelings.”

You wriggled around, but Erwin gripped your hips holding you in place.

“Whatever. Yes, I have a crush on you. Big deal. So does everyone else.”

He chuckled. “I’m not nearly as popular as you think I am, but I appreciate that you hold me in such high regard.”

“Don’t give me that fake humble shit. Just wait and help me. We can talk about my repayment later.”

“I can’t wait.”

You gulped again. While it was true you had a sick crush on Erwin you weren’t exactly comfortable with his actions. You desperately wanted to feel the ground beneath your feet. You weren’t a fucking bird just because you had the wings of freedom on your uniform.

“Erwin, please.”

“I already told you I can’t wait.”

“Erwin. Seriously. Come on.”

“We’re through talking about this.”

Erwin took out a small utility knife and carefully slit a hole in your pants.

“Wait!”

He smirked and said calmly, “Don’t be scared.”

“You have a very sharp blade near my—”

“Hush, I know what I’m doing. Don’t you trust me?”

He spun you around so that your ass was facing him. His hands wandered down the inside of your thighs, lightly pinching the flesh. He pried apart the slit he made in your pants and ripped the hole open. As his knuckles grazed your folds you let out a quiet moan.

Your underwear were ripped apart with ease. You thought about how awkward it was going to be walking back to the barracks. There was no way you could slyly hide the gaping hole in your pants. You shook your head, trying to force the thoughts from your mind. After all, you had always wanted something like this to happen. So many nights you spent fingering yourself pretending it was Erwin’s rough hands delving into you. So many nights you moaned his name, praying no one could hear how debauched you sounded.

“Be gentle.”

“I’ll certainly try, but I can make no promises,” he said, spanking your ass with his weighty hand.

You felt Erwin’s hot breath against your cunt. He gripped your hips and pulled your ass close to his face and buried it in between your cheeks. His tongue prodded your hole.

“Whoa! Hey!”

Erwin hummed in response, you could tell he thought this was all rather hilarious.

“What would you do if someone caught us?”

“Cry. Scream. Beg for help or a piece of bread. I’m so hungry,” you whined.

“And you think I’m not?”

He continued to eat your ass, using his rough calloused hands to spread your cheeks. His nose drifted along your crack as his tongue worked its way around your hole.

“Fu—fuck. That feels so good,” you choked out.

Your hand trailed down to your crotch and you rubbed at your clit. You were overcome with pleasure. Even the potential of getting caught drove you wild. If someone were to see you like this you could have bragging rights. I mean it’s not like many people had their ass eaten by Erwin.

Erwin moaned as he undid his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock. Little pearls of precum dribbled from the tip. He stroked his cock furiously as he drove his tongue into your ass.

“Ah, shit. Erwin, f—fuck.”

Coherent thoughts were out of the question. You were thankful Erwin had his face buried in your ass so he couldn’t probe you with questions. He looked like a talker.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice dripping with ardor.

He spun you around, giving you a full view of his raging erection.

“Y—yes,” you said through gritted teeth.

You could taste your orgasm, see it over the horizon. Your hand continued to encircle your clit, picking up the pace as Erwin choked his cock with his fist. He was blushing like crazy. You had never seen Erwin look so boyish. He was practically coming apart at the seams. His flaxen hair, usually so perfect, was a mess and hung in his face. There was a level of power you felt that was pure ecstasy. You never imagined you could make your comrade feel quite like this.

“You seem to be having a good time,” you said, applying more pressure to your clit.

“Did you think I wouldn’t? Do you realize how badly I’ve wanted to do something like this with you?”

“Seriously?” you said, driving your fingers into your wet cunt.

Erwin nodded and grabbed the knife he had chucked on the ground. He swung it upwards and nicked the part of your gear that was snagged on the tree branch. He caught you with his free arm. He laid you on the ground, your body in the shadow of his.

“May I?” he asked, stroking his cock.

A quiet “mhm” was all you could get out.

He slid himself inside you and thrusted away. Your cunt welcomed his thick cock; you clenched around his length. Erwin’s name lilted off your lips.

“Keep saying my name,” he grunted, his rough thumb now gliding along your clit.

You were happy to oblige.

Erwin drove his cock further inside you, cupping your face with his free hand. He looked into your eyes; there was nothing going on in that big brain of his. He was positively fucked out as his balls slapped up against your taint.

“Er—Erwin, fuck, I’m so close.”

He pounded his cock into you; you felt as though he’d split you in two. He stroked your lip with his thumb and kissed you. His tongue dived into your mouth, rolling against yours. He moaned through the kiss as he pumped you full of his cum, slamming his cock into your cervix.

Breaking the kiss he said, “Are you gonna cum like a good girl?”

You gazed up at him starry-eyed and nodded quickly. He pressed his lips against your neck and started to suck. You wrapped your arms around him and clung to him as your orgasm crescendoed. Nothing could beat this feeling, not even killing every titan outside the walls single-handedly could compare.

You tried to catch your breath and Erwin pulled his cock out of you. He marveled at his cum leaking from your puffy, throbbing cunt. He looked so proud.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked sheepishly.

You smiled and nodded with a level of enthusiasm you never gifted anyone.

“Yes… Maybe next time I can not be stuck in a tree…”

Erwin laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Of course,” he said, panting. “Anything for you.”

He kissed your forehead and helped you up. He whipped off his cape and wrapped it around you, hiding the giant rip in your pants.

“Are you still hungry? I really do owe you dinner.”

You’d never seen your comrade like this. You were used to prim and proper Erwin who begrudgingly laughed at your dick jokes, not this embarrassed young man who was enamored with you.

“I would love that. I need bread. And maybe a nap.”

#erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #.fics #.aot #.erwin #reader insert #x reader

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mayajadewrites · 6 months

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

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C H A P T E R O N E: G R I E F

this fanfic is inspired by ariana grande's new album: specifically the songs 'I wish I hated you', 'we can't be friends', and 'eternal sunshine'. enjoy! let me know what you think, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

You wish you hated him.

The walls you let down to let him in - they need to be rebuilt brick by brick from his damage.

Levi Ackerman.

You should've known it would end up this way. After 2 years of dating, Levi didn't want to ever get married, let alone have you move in with him. He had his house, you had yours. You slept over most of the time anyways, so what was the difference?

Your lives are entirely different. Levi is the President of Smith Inc, along side his best friend Erwin Smith, who is the CEO. He has a large home, housekeepers, and spotless counters. You live in an apartment that's not ideal, but it's home. You've always had to work two jobs to stay afloat, even when Levi offered to give you money. You refused because you wanted to make your own income and not rely on anyone. You work at a coffee shop full time and you accept online writing gigs. Levi never understood why you cared so much about making your own money, but he accepted it.

As you sit on your full size bed in your favorite sweatsuit, tears start to fall from your eyes. You look at your nightstand and see a small framed photo of you and Levi from his birthday last year. He doesn't like to celebrate it since it's on Christmas, but you refused to not acknowledge his birthday. You bought a tea tasting set from his favorite tea shop and set up a paint and sip at your house, but with tea.

In the photo is you and Levi, where he's sipping tea out of his favorite cup that stays at your house, and you're smiling from ear to ear. Tears fell onto the glass, covering Levi's face. You use the pad on your thumb to wipe the tear away as you put the photo in your drawer.

Levi dropped off a box of your belongings while you were at work yesterday, leaving them on your dining table. He still had a key since you haven't heard the heart to ask for it back. Your entire life with Levi was in that box.

Your heard the vibration of your phone on your desk, the noise irritating you. It's been going off for a few hours, but you haven't had the mental capacity to answer it.

You walked over to your desk, secretly hoping it was Levi that was trying to get in touch with you.

Missed Call from Hange: 4

Of course its Hange. She means well, but she if nothing is persistent.

You press 'call back' and bring the phone to your ear.

"Finally!" You heard Hange on the other side of your phone. "I've been worried sick about you."

Hange works for Smith Inc, but she quickly became a friend to you after Levi reluctantly introduced you.

"I'm fine." You look down at your nails that are in desperate need of a manicure.

"That's code for I'm not fine at all and Levi Ackerman broke my heart."

You stayed silent.

"He's in a weird mood today. Like, way meaner than usual."

"Okay..." You waited for something else to be said. "Is that why you called me? To tell me he's acting weird?"

"Well I called you 4 times to make sure you were alive. I know Levi dropped off stuff to you yesterday, I heard him talking to Erwin about it."

"What did he say?" You were more interested than you wanted to be. You shouldn't care about the man who made your entire world shatter.

"He said that he went in your apartment and was expecting more of a mess, but that it was impeccably clean."

You roll your eyes so far back you swear you could see the past. "I picked up a few cleaning tips from him so I clean more often now."

"He also said he wanted to see if there was any trace of another man being in there."

"That would be none of his business. It's been a month since we broke up. He should know me well enough to know I wouldn't even let a man in my home that fast."

"He specifically said he wants to be the only man that's ever in your apartment."

This statement surprises you. The only man? He let you let him go. He had no problem letting the last 2 years obliterate into the universe. "Well that's not gonna happen. What's done is done, and I don't do second chances. I'll get the key back from him."

"You can try." Hange laughs. "Anyways, lets get drinks after work! I know you're off today."

You wince at the thought of getting ready and leaving your house. "Hange."

"Come on. I've let you rot in your bed for a month."

"Fine." You sigh. "Our usual spot?"

"You got it. See you soon!" Hange swiftly hung up. Everyone needs a friend like Hange - one that will let you sulk but will bring you back out of the dark place you were in.

Once 5pm hit, you grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You opted for a cropped white sweater, subtly ripped jeans and leopard loafers. Your hair was styled in lose waves that cascaded halfway down your back. You sighed looking at yourself, unfamiliar with the reflection. You've been depriving yourself of self care, letting your mind be consumed with thoughts of Levi: Why did he let you leave him? Did he ever care for you? Did he ever love you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a text from Hange.

Hange: I'm heading over now!

You: Me too.

You pull up to the bar - watching Hange's car pull up at the same time. "Hi gorgeous!" She practically jumped on you. "You clean up so nice!"

"Thanks, Hange. This is the first time I've gotten actually dressed in weeks."

You and Hange share laughs and drinks, finally letting yourself let loose. After being so consumed by your own thoughts, it's nice to let your mind be at ease with the help of alcohol.

You're on your 3rd drink when you watch the door open to the bar and you see the raven haired man that destroyed your life.

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Ch 4. Lovely Rita

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: It's been a while since you got together with all your friends. What could go wrong? A bar, a drink or two... anda surprise guest.

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“Hurry please.” Eren shouted from the driver's seat, voice so loud and deep it could be heard from the inside of the building. His hand hanging out the window, a cigarette –mostly done– dangling, his fingers tapping the ashes as he exhaled dramatically while letting the rest of the smoke out the window that couldn’t escape his lips as he called you. Charming, as usual. A gentleman.

You started walking just a bit faster, but you weren’t going to let a moody boy boss you around to actually start running. While going around the black sedan, you could see the boy had been dressed by Mikasa, both with matching silver necklaces, and the same everyday rings, one of a crow and one with a black sapphire with the hand still posed over the wheel. She scolded him by hitting his arm, which Eren visibly got hurt, but was trying his best to conceal it.

“I’m hurrying.” As you jumped on the back seat, Annie greeted you, closed her lip gloss, and smiled at you. She looked kind of over it, but hey, she looked like that every day. You covered your chest with one hand, careful of the tiny amount of silver sequin fabric that was barely covering you in a loose dress paired with black heels and matching purse, while the other hand closed the car door, barely not ripping apart as Eren stepped on the gas before you could even say anything else.

Annie scooted closer to you. “Does my lipstick match my outfit?” She pouted her lips in a playful manner, as you knew she didn’t care so much about her appearance or anybody’s –including yours– opinion. Every time you guys went out, she looked the most stylist out of everybody. Her gray pant suit paired with a white top and silver hoop earrings was simple, elegant, and adequate for this party, the matching blazer may be lying on the trunk.

“Perfect. Do you think I paired the heels well?” You opted for only simple eyeliner and lip balm, as the dress was shiny and distracting enough, always testing to the limits how promiscuous one can be.

“I love it, I think it's my favorite dress so far.” Annie smiled at you and touched the fabric, comforting you, she took out her phone and took a photo, you looked away. “Look at you.” Annie smirked, really proud of the picture, and how could she not be? It looked really good.

“Could you not? Or at least not with flash, it’s distracting.” Eren scolded with an aggressive tone as the car made its first stop on a red light.

“Someone’s cranky.” Annie teased him, while pulling out her tongue, so that Eren could see her from the rear view mirror. Eren didn’t respond, just inhaled harder from his cigarette. “I’m posting this on my story, someone’s got to answer this for sure.” You smiled in response, letting her do whatever was quicker than asking her not to and endure the self love speech once again.

“I like this, guys. Our little tradition.” Mikasa turned around, car still. She leaned back to grab yours and Annie’s hands, her face was inexplicably cheery, her voice was higher and her eyes were sparkling.

“And someone’s sprightly.” Annie made a face, freaked out about the contrast between her and Eren, letting go of Mikasa.

“Oh come on guys! Since when have we been all together?” Mikasa squeezed your hand and you squeezed back to comfort her. You remembered the last time it was this easy, but you weren’t going to say anything, especially with cranky boy at the wheel. The last time was first semester, right before Eren dropped out, and Armin sided with him and Annie and Mikasa on the other end, giving everyone a weird pause in between relationships, and I was caught in the middle, yet again. Eren sighted in discomfort, making sure that Mikasa heard it, so she turned around in silence. The next half hour passed without a sound but the radio blasting Mikasa’s playlist.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the bar and situated yourselves at the little booth reserved beforehand. Little stop before the party, as Annie suggested and planned.

“SHOOOOOOOOT!” Annie screamed when the first round of shot glasses arrived in a wood tray with clear liquid, she grabbed two, giving you one. I really do not want to get wasted on the first Friday night. But you picked it anyway, this would be your first shot of the night, if you were lucky you could last only tipsy till the actual party.

“Take it easy, Annie.” Armin’s worried voice interrupted your celebration, he was still walking on eggshells given the fiasco and the latest fight they two had. To sum it up, Annie blacked out and Armin’s concern that she was getting wasted way too frequently untied the biggest and nastiest public argument… yet. You were almost sure she did it specifically to spite him, if he wasn’t careful with his words, she may do it again.

For the second round, you ordered a Mango Margarita to make yourself look busy, while Annie kept ordering more and more shots, Armin was content with his unfinished beer while Mikasa and Eren shared some fries and the most bland and boring chat

You could cut the tension with a butter knife from how dense it was.

Marco surelly was your best friend, but he didn’t get along in the “couples” dynamic Mikasa and Annie had, even though you were still single, they all made space for you, you’ve never felt like the odd one out, the outkast, the different one, it was always more about their troubles being masked with you as the excuse. But with Marco they all had to make special effort, since you were the only one close enough to him, so the chats would always become spiteful coments.

“Shit!” Mikasa quickly stood up as the shot from Annie’s clumsy hands traveled through the other side of the table towards her. Mikasa was quick, but the liquid was quicker. “My fucking cargo pants.” Mikasa looked visibly pissed while Armin rushed to get napkins to aid a helpless Eren wiping the table with his own striped sleeves. Nasty.

“Come with me.” You stepped down the tall stool carefully not to flash anyone in that mini dress, still debating in your mind why you wore what you did. “It dries faster in the hand dryer.” You grabbed Mikasa’s hand, and she dragged you to the bathroom. You looked back at an unapologetic Annie, laughing and arguing with Eren, while Armin still tried to improve the situation, pretending nothing happened.

Once in the empty bathroom, the music that drowned the solitude that clouded your friend group quieted down. Mikasa stood over the dryer and turned it on so that her left leg could dry. You kept wondering if this was going to end in yet another discussion and another siding of the group. It wasn’t that big of a deal, accidents happen, but Mikasa’s response was different, and the atmosphere in the car felt heavy, you wondered what happened before you arrived.

“She wasn’t even tipsy, we just got here.” Mikasa finally said, once the dryer went off. “I don’t know what is it with her, sometimes she’s so aggressive and careless that it drives me mad.” Mikasa looked at you, she looked expectantly for an answer, as if you were going to side with her. Instead you looked petrified, unsure of what to say, you wouldn’t want to side with anyone, yet again. “You think I over reacted, don’t you?” You shrugged, Annie to you was a meticulous planner, she did things for a much bigger reason, there was little possibility she wasn’t purposely getting on Mikasa’s nerves, and Mikasa knew it.

“Why? Because you cursed?” Mikasa laughed and turned on the dryer again, drowning the silence in noise. She was foul-mouthed, but the mad reaction of a drink getting spilled over her was unusual, this was the first time she cared for whatever happened to her clothes.

The dryer died down.

You both stared at each other, unsure of what else to say. Was there anything else to say? Mikasa’s mouth moved, trying to say something before regretting it and pressing on the dryer again. She eventually spoke, looking up with sparkling eyes and determination.

“I need to speak to her.” Mikasa went out of the bathroom as soon as the second round of drying her cargo pants finished, not even letting it completely dry . But before you could even say anything or follow her, she was off.

It was humid here. It smelled weird and it was very poorly lit. While debating what to do next, you stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the few strands of your hair that left its place. The water was cold against your hot palms, you washed your hands, reluctant to come out and face the scene outside but unsure on what to do inside here, you contemplated just staying here for half an hour, only to appear in the aftermath of the discussion, but someone entered and interrupted the peaceful ambient. Whoever she was, she was just giggling before entering a stall, then a retching noise took you by surprise. Nope, I’m not staying here to smell that crap, whatever the girls may be facing is better than this. You flew out of there, unaware of the strand of sequin on the side of your dress that got caught up on the door knob on your way out, pulling you back once you got too far the now closed door behind you. The sudden movement forced you to hit the door with your back, making enough noise for the man currently leaving the man’s bathroom to look at you.

“You alright?” The man came closer, as you turned your back to him, still unaware of how close he was, and how you got caught up. You cursed at the door for having the knob on the inside and being those types that opened to the inside, you weren’t about to do a little dance and embarrass yourself any further, you just wanted out of that.

“Yeah, I’m just…” You pulled yourself, taking a quick big step back, snapping off the thread, miscalculating the force, and before you knew it, you were crashing with all your weight on the poor man, who huffed in discomfort as you hit his chest, hands already catching you as you slid down. “Oh.” It took you a moment to realize what happened, as you felt the two strong hands that held you by the wrists, hugging you with your own arms, preventing you to fall ass first to the concrete, as you looked at them, an expensive looking watch and the faint smell of sandalwood welcomed you.

“You alright?” He pulled you up, facing him, a pair of familiar blue eyes looked down, pretty worried, as he let go. “Oh, it’s you.” He laughed a bit, fixing his black shirt and stepping back. You couldn’t tell by the lack of lighting, but he was eyeing you up and down, the same way you looked at the ironed tan pants and white sneakers trying to find clues as to who the blonde was.

“Erwin.” You said in disbelief, immediately regretting being so informal. “I mean... Mr Smith, I am so sorry.” Your cheeks flushed red, instinctively pulling down on your dress, suddenly aware of how exposed you felt.

“Erwin is fine.” He made no intention to step further, his presence was not blocking your way out, you could have easily squeezed out of the bathroom's entrance, but something about him was inviting you to stay. “But you didn’t answer, are you okay?”

“Yeah fine.” You touched your ass, making sure it was still covered, if anything seriously ripped and exposed your tits, you could at least feel the air conditioning perking them up. “What… what are you doing… here?” You mumbled and stumbled your arms around.

“Just... out for some drinks.” His cerulean orbs shining under the badly lightened corridor peaked with interest and posibilities. “Actually… care to join me in the bar?” His whole body moved to the side, inviting yet again. He signaled with his hands towards the bar section where the bartender was making the drinks, on the opposite side of the tables section, where Mikasa and everyone probably were. You were tempted, because not in a million years would you thought to be in this situation.

“Dunno, I should probably get back with my friends.” Smart, he thinks you’re not alone. Like yeah, he may not look like the creepy type but you never know. Am I being overly cautious? I have known the man for a couple months… but never outside campus. Is this legal? Your mind circled multiple scenarios and possibilities, like the possibility of finding him in this specific bar, outside the bathrooms, while you were exiting them.

“It’s ok.” He opened an exit by taking a step to the left while scratching his neck. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t… yeah, I’ll meet you on Monday.” He looked speechless for the first time. The man you thought to have all the words in his life already planned out was speechless before you outside of the bathroom of a seedy bar pretty far away from campus.

“No, wait.” He looked at you, surprised, perking immediately at the sound of your voice. You looked at each other for a second, trying to decipher the other’s intentions. “One drink.” Your newfound confidence suddenly struck you. It was not an everyday thing to be invited for a drink by your hot teacher, maybe it was just a harmless chat with an unusual scenario, you thought it wasn’t uncommon the forging of a colleagues relationship. But was it? At this point of your grown ass life?

He made a gesture for you to pass, and so you headed first for the bar, you couldn’t see it, yet again, but Erwin was still eyeing you in your unusual attire, it was really eye-catching, or at least for his eyes. You found two seats on the furthest corner of the bar, since it was still pretty early, not many people were around, so the bartender came quickly and took your order, another margarita for you and a glass of water for Erwin.

“Put it in my tab, I’m at that table.” Erwin signaled somewhere on the table section, since he was still standing, he blocked the view, the bartender nodded and started preparing your drinks. “So, are you out tonight?” He finally sat down, his whole body was facing you, leaning one arm and looking so effortlessly relaxed.

“Yeah, we were just passing anyway, there is this party…” You tried to look as relaxed as him, facing him not to seem disrespectful or cold. I mean, you were already accepting to meet him. “What brings you here? Who’s on the table? Why didn’t we join them-”

“Hey, hey, wait a second.” he laughed and smiled after, you felt your cheeks flushed red. I overstepped right? “I don’t know, joining my colleagues from work with a student didn’t seem like the most appropriate way to come back from the bathroom.” But being here all alone is? “We were in a meeting and decided to head out early, it is barely the first week, I don’t know why the department makes us do this. How about you? I could ask you the same thing. Why didn’t you tell me to come over to your table?”

“It would be kind of weird to introduce my teacher to my friends, especially because they have no idea who you are, they don’t even go to the same school.” Ah yeah, you now remembered the trouble that may be happening with them, how long has it been? You took out your phone, with all the madness you didn’t even leave your purse when you arrived, it was still on you. Your screen lit up, revealing several missed calls and messages in the group chat.

We are at the parking lot, where are you? - Armin.

Mikasa and Annie are fighting. -Eren.

Call me. - Armin.

We need to get going. - Eren.

We are literally in the car, just come out. -Eren.

The last one was just about a couple seconds ago, you answered.

I’m fine, go without me, I found someone.

“Everything ok?” Erwin sipped his water, you didn’t know anything about beers, but if he was out for drinks didn’t he have to… drink?

“Yeah, my friends just left… I may have to Uber to the party.” It wasn’t far, that’s why you felt comfortable telling them to go, you didn’t want to seem rude to Erwin. It was odd, especially for you, staying back and accommodating Erwin, making trouble for you in the future being car and money-less.

“Stay a little longer, I’ll drive you there.”

“Aren’t you literally drinking?” You signaled the bar, with a sassy remark. Erwin laughed and drank a little bit more.“I haven’t drank anything with alcohol, but we can wait if it bothers you. It’s the least I can do after stealing you from your friends.” You hesitated, shaking your leg and looking over at the door. “Come on, you can arrive an hour late.”

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levi-my-beloved · 11 months

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The Ackerbond Chapter 6: The Ackerbond Divides

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, honestly might just leave that as is but uh yeah SMUT, couples fighting™️, honestly I wrote so much of this so long ago I don't remember but like violence and stuff I'm pretty sure,

A/N: i have nothing but apologies to offer and maybe some updates like I graduated... yaaaaaaay....... that and I've been obsessed with a promiscuous pansexual vampire twink since august iykyk

oh also also, sorry for the millions of mistakes that this is likely riddled with <3

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Annie Leonhart. That was her name. One of the 104th cadets who chose the Military Police. That was the girl who ripped your family away from you. Just one girl. Fuck’s sake. You’d barely had time to recover after losing your family. But whilst the devil works hard, Erwin Smith works harder, already having an idea as to who the Titan was, and also a plan as to how to capture her.

And it had almost worked without consequence. Almost. But Annie was smarter than you all realised, and transformed before Armin could convince her underground. You’d been ordered to stay out of combat, by both Erwin and Levi. But so many were dying… so many were getting between the Scouts and their target that you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t do much, just scoop civilians out of the way, as many as you could. Though your body now screamed at you for it.

Worth it.

You stood before your enemy’s crystal. How could she look so peaceful after what she did? After the thousands she murdered. How could she look so damn content? You grit your teeth, molars grinding against molars. So much had happened as a result of the conflict.

Like a fucking Titan in the wall. You’d all seen it before Pastor Nick came running up. What the hell that sleazy holy man had been keeping from you, you were sure Hange could get it out of him. They were good at that sort of thing.

Light footsteps echoed in the cellar. Not that you needed footsteps to tell when he was nearing you. You knew from the feeling alone. There was a tangible moment of silence before either of you spoke.

“I know.”

Levi quirked a brow, stepping up beside you. Unlike you, he wasn’t in uniform. The damage to his leg was worse than any of you realised, and he’d too been ordered to recover. “I didn’t even say anything.”

A gentle scoff flew from your lips, your eyes sliding from Annie to Levi. “You didn’t need to. I could tell by your vibes.”

It was Levi’s turn to laugh slightly, his arm wrapping around your side, keeping you near him. He knew what you were thinking. Could hear your thoughts from the other side of the damn city. You had yet to test the range of the bond, but it was nice to know it was further than just the barracks or however far away you were on the 57th. Staying silent, he waited for you to continue.

“She took everything, and she just gets to sleep. How is that fair…?” You asked quietly, fighting tooth and nail to keep your brewing tears from sliding down your face. “And we’re left with more questions than answers even after capturing the bitch. We got nothing out of this. And Eld, he…” you trailed off, not quite able to voice the fact that his death was fruitless. All of theirs were. Petra, Gunther, Oluo… they all died for nothing.

“No. He didn’t,” Levi tilted your head to face him with a finger beneath your chin, “we give their deaths meaning. You know that’s why we fight.” It was a conversation you’d had many times before, and even before you two were together. When caught up in the seemingly endless parade of grief, he would pull you out and give you something to fight for.

“Yeah. I know…” was all you could say, looking back to the blonde. But Levi wasn’t having any of it, once again turning your head back to face him. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips. Always so persistent. “I’ll try to stop thinking about it, okay?” You bargained, earning yourself a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good. I’ll know if you don’t.”

“How much time do you spend in my head?”

“Pretty much all of it.”

You couldn’t even be mad. You knew his own was just as haunted as yours. Maybe you would find equal solace in his mind as he did in yours. It was worth a shot. Not now, not yet, but sometime.

Having not even noticed he’d led you away and back up the stairs, you were snapped out of your dark reverie by Hange approaching and looking uncharacteristically grim.

“No luck?” you asked before they’d even spoken. Shaking their head, Hange sighed heavily. They looked more exhausted than you’d ever seen them, even after all-nighter Titan experiments they didn’t look this rough.

“Not a damn thing. We’ve sent various messengers to outposts within Wall Rose territory. ” You hoped that meant Nanaba would be prepared. You hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye before she rode off with the 104th. You guessed it made sense to keep them all separated just in case but you couldn’t help but curse the circumstances.

Fuck this week.

It had been mere hours since the messenger came through, screaming about how Titans had somehow breached another fucking wall, and you could all only assume the Colossal or Armoured would have been the ones to do it. This was too much of a coincidence. You capture the Female, and all of a sudden there’s another breach? They had to be related.

“Did Annie have any close friends within the 104th? Like, people she would often hang out with…?” you asked slowly, only now making the connection. And it seemed Hange was on the same wavelength.

“I’ve already asked for a background check on her, should be with me within the next few days.”

“Oh yeah, Erwin’s theory. If the Colossal and Armoured Titans are shifters too, it makes sense they would also be in the 104th.” Levi murmured, watching the exchange between you and Hange with something you knew was slight awe. Your brain had always been fast, but watching it paired with Hange’s was a spectacle to witness. It had him wondering just how many people you could silently communicate with.

–Just you. Don’t get jealous again.–

–The fact you can have a conversation out loud and also have one in your head simultaneously is fucking terrifying.–

He heard your snort in his mind, still watching you talk with Hange.

–It’s a gift.–

“So what can we do?” You asked Hange, trying not to send a smirk Levi’s way. It didn’t matter, he could feel your amusement anyway.

“We’re heading to Ehrmich District, Pastor Nick’s coming too and we’re taking Eren, Armin, and Mikasa with us.” They explained. You hadn’t really interacted with Armin or Mikasa all that much, but you knew the girl was an Ackerman. It could be a good opportunity to see if she had any insight into your situation with Levi, or if she feels something similar toward Eren. It was obvious enough she’d completely fallen in love with the boy, and since she shared a last name with Levi, maybe there was something there too?

Honestly, you were speculating.

–Don’t expect much from her. She wants me dead.–

–You beat the shit out of the man she loves, you’d be the same if someone kicked my tooth out.–

–...Understandable.–

“And you want us to come with you? Why?” you asked, once again refraining from looking at the man to your left. Which, you’d recently discovered, was almost impossible.

“Babysitting duty!” they informed you, way too cheerily. “I’ll be taking a group to look for the breach and since you're both off active duty for now, I thought it could be a cute couple’s activity to keep an eye on our Pastor.”

You have never wanted to die more in your life than in this very moment. Were they fucking serious? Babysitting?

“I hate you–”

“So fucking much.” Levi finished, and you both looked at each other, knowing you just made it one thousand times worse by finishing each other’s sentence.

“See? You’re like a married couple already! Plus it’s Erwin’s orders so you can’t back out.” They clapped their hands together excitedly, looking between you as if they were witnessing a proposal. You were surprised how they could be so ecstatic considering the last few days, but Hange was always good at masking grief with insanity. You were glad you knew them so well.

“When are we heading out?” you asked, your voice completely monotone. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew you weren’t capable of just sitting and waiting to hear news. You knew Hange had done this for you because though the two of you were completely different, you had your similarities.

Like being unable to stay out of battle, for example.

As for Levi, he was more sensible than the two of you combined. You knew he wasn’t being dragged along for your benefit alone, but you still appreciated it. Not that he would have stayed somewhere without you. Not yet anyway. The idea of being alone so soon just… he couldn’t.

“Sundown,” they confirmed, running a hand through their hair. “I have a few things to get done before then, but that should give me just enough time.”

You placed a hand on your hip, clearly about to be here talking for longer than you were expecting to. “Oh? Like what?”

“I have a few tests to run,” you narrowed your eyes at them. “No! No, not on Eren, he’s still exhausted. On something else actually. I have a theory about that Titan crystal that I want to confirm before we leave.”

You nodded thoughtfully. There had been way too many firsts recently. The discovery of a possible four shifters within the 104th cadet corps, Titans in the walls, and now another fucking breach. And you had a terrible feeling this was just the beginning.

–I know.–

As per usual, Levi’s voice brought you no small degree of comfort. This time, you didn’t refrain from looking at him, a soft, grateful smile pulling at your lips. How any single person could be so fucking perfect, you would never know.

–Stop.–

–Hmm. Make me.–

–You’re ridiculous.–

–You’re hot.–

The next look Levi sent you was nothing short of withering as if he’d already grown tired of your bullshit. Which seemed impossible. He loved your bullshit!

–No, I really don’t.–

–Wait… really?– You asked, with a hint of genuine concern.

Levi paused for a moment. Were you actually worried, or were you just trying to get him to admit that he actually did enjoy your bullshit?

–...maybe sometimes.–

–HA! Knew it!– you responded, far too smugly for his liking. He suppressed the urge to sweep your leg. If only his own wasn’t badly injured…

“So, how does all of this work?”

You both snapped back to look at Hange, who you’d completely forgotten was there. It wasn’t the first time you’d been so caught up in your little mental conversation that you forgot about the verbal ones, but this was on a whole other level. Hange was right there, and you’d both just ignored them in favour of having your own private little chat.

“What uh– like uh, how does uhm– like– what do you, like, mean?”

–That was possibly one of the greatest butt-fumbles of a question you’ve ever asked.–

–Did you just say butt-fumble?!–

–Concentrate. Hange’s answering.–

–Oh shi- –

“Well, everyone and their mother, dead or alive, can tell that there’s something deeper here. Deeper than your average cute lil’ relationship, I mean.”

“I will cut you and it will hurt.”

It took you a minute to figure out who’d said that between you and Levi, having had the exact same thought.

Or was that a thought of his? It was getting hard to tell now.

“Come on now Levi, ever since we caught your two cuddling on the floor–”

“I was bleeding out!” You protested with indignance. Honestly, Nanaba and Nifa had not stopped talking about that. You almost fucking died!

“An insignificant detail. But a few things have been running through my mind, the first being how could you,” they pointed to Levi, who looked ready to commit arson, “have possibly known she had blown her stitches?”

“I’m right fucking here…” you muttered, causing Levi to snort in your head.

“There was no way she could have told you, and nobody had entered her room since you had to kick the door in. Not only this but there was that day in the field too! We were mid-conversation and you just suddenly took off! Next thing I hear you’d managed to save her life,”

“I’m still right fucking here.”

“So, how does this all work? Because you can’t be human with the things you’re able to do–”

“What?”

“–and he always manages to save your ass even when he didn’t know it needed saving five seconds beforehand!”

The air around you fell completely silent. You didn’t even begin to question how Hange had managed to work this much out already, because of course they did. This shouldn’t have come as such a surprise if you were being honest, and yet here you were, stunned into silence.

Levi too found himself mentally floundering for a logical explanation. Because how the fuck would he explain how the bond between you worked when he himself barely knew. He could feel your pain, your pleasure, your emotions. He could see glimpses into a future where, had he failed, you died. Not to mention the fact you could both access a shared space within your combined souls where you couldn’t feel each other and that space could be morphed and crafted into anything. It could be a little cabin for just the two of you, or a giant open field with a lake like it was the first time. But no matter where you were, that glowing tree of pure light was always there. Always.

“What’s your theory?”

Levi turned to you, wide-eyed. Was this it? Were you about to tell them everything? How the bond worked, how it started, and how it’s going now?

Hange’s eyes glinted with newfound enthusiasm. You’d made it into a little game, and they’d picked up on it. It was obvious enough that something was going on between you and Levi, and they had so far guessed right, that this something wasn’t just surface level, and ran so much deeper than anybody could see.

–Are you out of your fucking mind?–

You almost laughed aloud at the panic in Levi’s voice.

–Just trust me, okay?–

–If Four-eyes ends up running experiments on me, I will never forgive you–

Mischief radiated from the part of his soul that was occupied by you, and he grit his teeth. Fuck’s sake.

“My theory? Well, I haven’t had the time to properly work anything out, but I think Shorty here can do more than he lets on, but of course, you already know that, don’t you?”

You held up your hands in innocence. “I’m not saying anything until I hear what you think is going on,” you countered, rather enjoying this new game you’d started, even if you knew it stressed the fuck out of your little soulbond. He would be totally fine… no real harm could come from Hange knowing a little more about your relationship.

You were almost certain.

“Okay so what if, we know Levi has more than human abilities when it comes to fighting, so what if he had more than human abilities when it comes to love? What if his fighting skill wasn’t the only thing he excelled at. What if communication was something he could do on an insane level too?”

“That's ridiculous–”

“I’m listening…”

These synchronised responses were a tad suspicious, you would admit. And yet it only seemed to further Hange’s excitement in the two of you.

“Okay so! What if, hear me out, he could communicate with you, on like, another level…?”

–How crazy would that be?– Well that made it borderline impossible not to snort in Hange’s face.

–Levi…?–

–Mm?–

–Not helpful.–

“Like, how do you mean?” You were more than happy to bite. More than happy to entertain this with the slightest hint of sarcasm, hoping that would throw them slightly. Conversational politics, something you’d learned from Erwin many years ago. And though you still stand by the fact you weren’t brave enough for politics, it was still nice to use all that he’d taught you when he was your captain.

“So, and bear with me here, what if he could somehow communicate with you without anyone else hearing. Like, in your head or something?”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh fuck, they really did have a lot figured out, didn’t they? You stared at them for a moment, both hearing and feeling Levi freak the fuck out. This wasn’t exactly how you were expecting this conversation to go…

“Hange…?

They looked at you like a puppy faced with a bone. “Yeah?”

You paused.

“That’s fucking ridiculous.” You flatlined, before subtly kicking Levi’s foot and walking away without another word. It wasn’t that you enjoyed watching the misplaced hype fade from their eyes, but when it came to something so secret and special as the bond between you and your soulmate, you didn’t mind letting them down a few times.

Levi followed you, and if he didn’t love you so damn much, he probably would have killed you for pulling a stunt like that. But there was something about the confident way you walked, the slight swing in your hips like you knew he was watching you.

–Of course I know… and we have a few hours before Hange wants us on that cart…– he knew that tone in your voice. That slightly sultry cadence drove him batshit crazy and worst of all, you knew it drove him insane.

–...What did you have in mind?–

Levi’s back hit the door to his office with a solid thud, the sound of the sliding lock securing his arousal as you pinned his arms above his head with your threaded fingers. If his mouth was free, he would have whimpered along with the shot of heat running through his spine. But with your tongue thrust down his throat, he could only manage a choked squeak of approval. He fucking loved it when you were bold like this. When you took control. When you slammed him against the wall and made him forget his own damn name.

Combined moans danced with each other when you forced your leg between his thighs, applying delicious pressure to the borderline painful strain against the front of his slacks. You were rabid, vicious, desperate with your other hand, ripping his jacket from his shoulders. Your mouth travelled from his tongue to his jaw, setting his voice free from the confines of his throat, breathy gasps flying from parted lips. You nipped and bit with tongue and teeth, sharply pinching down the side of his neck, a particularly sensitive weakness.

“Sh-shit, someone’s ea-AH! Fuck! Eager,” you interrupted him with a bite to the spot just behind his ear. That paired with the bold grasp of his clothed cock after tearing his jacket off sent his brain short circuiting.

You didn’t know where this sudden craving for his body came from. Sure, you always wanted to fuck him, you didn’t think there was a minute in a day where you couldn’t happily discard your clothes for him if he asked, but where this specific craving came from, you weren’t entirely sure. You just had the sudden urge to shove his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck, you can’t think shit like that… n-not when-ngh, not when I can-n still hear it.” You stifled your heated chuckle by sucking a bruise into the side of his neck, groaning along with him when your cunt throbbed. You hadn’t even thought about the idea of pleasuring yourself purely by pleasuring him, but now that seed had been planted in your head, you were definitely going to abuse the power the moment the chance arose.

“Keep your hands up,” you instructed, threading your fingers out from his grasp. To your surprise, he actually obeyed for once, his palms now flat against the door behind him as you tore his shirt out from where he’d tucked it into his pants. You didn’t even bother to undo the buttons, just shoved it up his stomach until you had access to his peaked nipples, flicking and pinching until he cried out and your eyes rolled, once again latching onto his neck.

Levi knew you’d left a mark he wouldn’t be able to cover up easily, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care right now. Now when all he could do was rake his nails down the wood behind him as you started to travel down his chest, skipping his covered collarbones. A small mercy, but a mercy nonetheless.

Now you had the freedom to, you couldn’t count how many purple blossoms you’d suckled into pecs, crescent bite marks flushing pink against his pale skin, pebbled nipples now sensitive and raw. You popped one into your mouth, gripping his waist with one hand when you felt his crowing pleasure as your own. It was impossible to stem the constant thrumming of your clit when the tip of his cock kept rubbing against the front of his seam. Levi bucked his hips impatiently as you slowed down the pace of your actions, licking a hard line from his naval up to the centre of his chest. Having to hold his shirt up was getting frustrating, restricting the use of both your hands. You’d almost abandoned his chest completely, before a wicked idea sprouted in your mind.

Levi could feel it, the sudden spark of mischief in your heart, and before he could even truly decipher what it was you had planned, you stood back up and shoved the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, gagging his keening moans. You took a small step back, just to admire his appearance. Flushed all over, painted black and blue by your teeth, rosy pink dusting his cheeks and sweat dripping down the side of his pinched brows. A new painting, you thought to yourself.

–Come. On–

You grinned. Even in your head he sounded as desperate as he looked. Though you could feel it too, the tightening coil of arousal. But toying with him has become one of your favourite pastimes. “I’m just admiring the view, you look fucking delicious ‘Vi.”

Despite his current situation, he still managed to roll his eyes. –I’m not above getting myself off if you don’t hurry up–

Oh. Oh that was a mistake. He knew the moment your eyes lit up and his cock throbbed as an echo of your own pussy.

You stepped back up to him, keeping searing eye contact as your fingers deftly unhooked his belt and slowly pulled down the front of his zipper. “Yeah? Show me then.”

There was nothing he could do against the dare in your voice, and especially not as you reached into his briefs, pulling out his desperately soaking cock. He watched you bite your cheek at the first brush of your hand, your lips parting as you couldn’t help but pump him slightly, too lost in your own growing pleasure.

Levi arched his back off the door behind him and into your loose fist, forgetting all about your little challenge when your thumb circled his head, your cheek falling against his shoulder. It was all he could do to remember to breathe through the now sodden shirt clamped between his teeth, ragged gasps fueling your movements.

His voice cracked as you squeezed the base of his shaft, eyes screwed closed and hands balling tight.

“Not yet…” you panted against his neck, before setting him free completely and walking backwards until your thighs hit the desk behind you. From here, you removed your own belt, pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion. Levi didn’t know what you had planned, but his eyes instantly honed in on your soaking cunt the moment you hopped up onto the desk and spread yourself for him.

“I want you to watch my pussy throb around nothing as you fuck yourself with your fist. And before you ask, no I won’t be touching myself.”

Levi almost came there and then. That had to have been the single hottest thing you’d ever said to him. Though the idea was cruel, the tip of his cock leaked at the idea.

–Fuck… you’re serious?–

“Completely.”

–Do I have to keep this fucking thing in my mouth?–

“You want me to find something else to gag you with?” The idea of stuffing your underwear in his mouth did spring to mind, but it was too much of a hassle to take your boots off. Plus, it was so much hotter this way, you got to see the extent of what your previous administrations did to his chest.

–Shit, okay… can I use both hands?–

“Nope. Just one.”

–Fuck you’re cruel today–

“You gonna keep me waiting?”

With a huff of indignance, Levi left one of his hands to claw at the wood behind him, the other coming down to clasp his aching cock. You both moaned in unison, every stroke down his shaft feeling like he was inside you, your walls fluttering against nothing.

You’d instructed him to watch your cunt, something he thought he could do with ease, but when he grasped his dripping head and swirled his thumb around his tip, he fought tooth and nail against the instinct to throw his head back.

You, on the other hand, did no such thing. “Fuck ‘Vi… like that. Oh shit, feels… fuck that feels good,” you breathed, feeling your clit pulse with a phantom touch. You still had every intention of sucking him off, but for now you just wanted to feel, content to keen and writhe as you relished every languid pump of his cock.

Every instinct was screaming at him to cross the room and bury himself deep inside your walls, seeing you so wet and ready for him. But he would be good today. This was something new that neither of you had thought of before, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it more than he thought he would. He watched you gush, your hips lifting off the desk as his hand applied pressure, sparking another cracked moan from his barred lips.

Before, the idea of getting himself off was never really appealing. It was only since this had started did he actively enjoy it, most likely because he knew you were feeling good too. So, with newfound courage, Levi ran his thumb down the vein on the underside of his shaft, crying out with the sharp spike of euphoria in his blood.

You obviously weren’t unaffected. “Yes! Fuh–ahaah! Fuck…! Ag-again!”

He was yours to command, and so complied with your wish, once again thumbing down the sensitive vein. A sob wracked from his chest, bringing your back to reality.

–Please! I… I can’t fucking- NGH! Please…!–

“Y-you want my f-ah! Want my fingers?” you asked, throwing your previous promise of not touching yourself out the window.

Levi’s hair bounced with a vigorous nod, only now craving that toe-curling sensation he felt when you hit that particularly sensitive spot inside you.

You made a show of sucking on your fingers, eyes still rolling as he continued to pleasure you both, before slowly pushing them through your folds. Levi’s gasp blended into a high pitched sob as you teased your own cunt. He’d actually been the one to help you find your g-spot, instructing you through heavy lashes until he too was keening. You could find it without much effort now, and when you finally pushed against it, Levi let his shirt fall.

“NGHA-HAAH! Shit! Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” You didn’t say anything when the back of his head hit the door, eyes screwed shut again as he desperately bucked his hips into his fist, picturing your pussy sucking him in. Neither of you had had the time to explore where in him you could tease until he went cross eyed, finding the same result this way. But he knew you wanted to, and deep down, he knew he wanted to too. Nothing had ever felt this good.

Goosebumps started to prickle your skin as you curled your fingers, his wanton cries an orchestra to your performance. Though this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you��d provoked him earlier, this was so much better. The room became a symphony of ecstasy, neither of you able to voice anything other than pure, unadulterated pleasure.

You stilled your fingers at the same moment Levi stilled his hand, looking at each other with nothing but burning desire, both of you heaving for oxygen.

“You let the shirt fall…” you rasped, voice slightly raw. Levi opened his mouth to reply, but just at that moment you curled your fingers inside yourself again, sending him back into a stuttering, moaning mess.

“I– ah-haah! W-wasn’t my fault!” It wasn’t the attitudinal retort he wanted to have, but that seemed impossible when you were still inadvertently fucking him.

Sliding your fingers from your cunt, you both sighed slightly at the loss, before you finally took the time to remove your boots, pulling your pants and underwear off completely.

Levi stood still against the door, catching his breath for a moment. Neither of you had come yet, likely making this the longest you have lasted in each other’s presence. Hopping off the desk, Levi watched as your hips swing with each step towards him, and when you held out your hand, he willingly took your wrist, lapping up your tacky slick from your fingers.

You removed them from his tongue’s reach, replacing them with your own mouth as you kissed him hard. You felt him shiver as you once again grasped his cock, your eyes fluttering as you finally sank to your knees before him. He could barely stand to look at you, all of a sudden so submissive before him, and the moment you wrapped your lips around his tip, vibrations caressing his head from your own moaning, his head once again hit the door.

“Fuuuuuck… like that… just l-like that, shit…!” your tongue caressed his frenulum, hand twisting and pumping around what couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes closed as your highs approached, having kept them from another for far too long. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked against his tip hard, drawing a staggered whimper from his chest. “C-cum!! Gonna cum, fuck! G…gah-ah! Gonna fucking cum…!”

Your nails dug crescents into the milky skin of his waist, knowing the maintenance of your movements will bring you both crashing over the edge. And the moment Levi’s hands threaded through your hair and his hips bucked bruisingly into your mouth, you cried out around his cock as your high hit you, his spilling cum hitting the back of your throat.

Having lost control of his body, Levi’s back bowed in a steep arch, barely able to intake a gasp of breath before pure euphoria injected into his veins, balls tightening before releasing down your throat in sharp spikes of ecstasy. He vaguely registered you too hitting your high, the slight pain from your nails only heightening his pleasure. A long, pitched wail flew past his lips, thighs shaking as he fought to stay on his feet, his muscles having turned to liquid honey.

Caught up in the throes of your orgasm, your nose brushed the coarse hairs on his shuddering naval, having fallen forward without much care for his cock shoving further down your throat. Levi hissed as you whined around his overly-sensitive member, still twitching in the confines of your mouth, before gently moving your head back, setting you both free.

You chuckled softly, resting your forehead against his thigh as you both basked in the afterglow, taking a moment to catch your breaths, your thumb smoothing over the red marks you’d left around his waist, shivering slightly as you felt them burn into your own skin.

“Where… the hell… did that come from?” Levi breathed, his fingers curling through your hair, gently massaging against your scalp. Sex between you two was good. He was never going to deny that. The whole feeling each other thing was fucking incredible, but there was something about you ordering him to watch you cunt and get off to it that almost made him harden again.

“Not too sure to be honest… but I wanna experiment a bit with it…”

“Tch, you sound like Hange.”

The breath of your laughter huffed against his thigh, and it was only now did he realise that there really wasn’t a lot of mess to clean up, since he’d finished down your throat. The only real mess there was currently dripped from between your thighs, and it took all the power in his blood not to drop to the floor and clean you with his tongue.

“Wish we had the time…” you responded to the thought, shakily rising to your feet, your legs feeling weak both from kneeling and cumming your brains out. Levi thread his hands through his hair, sighing in blissful relief, only opening his eyes when he felt your thumb against the tender spot on the side of his neck, testing the bruise he knew you were looking at.

“Is it bad?”

“Uhm…” your voice was too pitched for his liking, eyes narrowing at your sheepish expression. “It’s… you have any scarfs…?”

Levi sighed heavily. He couldn’t be mad, not when every high you gave him was better than the previous one, but he did start to question your motives.

“I am not being possessive! I just get carried away sometimes, we both know that.” You pouted, pushing off him and crossing the room back towards your clothes. He wasn’t letting you get away with this though, not so easily. Stuffing himself back into his briefs and zipping up his slacks, Levi couldn’t be bothered to tuck his shirt back in before reaching you in two broad strides, wrapping his arms around your half naked waist and sucking a deep, biting bruise into the exact same spot on your own neck, making a twin to the now fading one on the other side.

You instantly melted into his touch, gasping lightly as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. A drunk smile pulled at your lips, your brain hazing for a moment, before he stopped suckling and pressed another, lighter kiss against your jaw.

“There. Now we’re even.”

“Not nearly, I still have this one.” you didn’t sound as put together as you would have liked, but the mere thought seemed impossible when you could feel him smiling against your neck.

It hit you like a punch from a Titan there and then. A singular thought that could ruin hundreds of moments. They wouldn’t get this. None of them would. They would never be able to experience something like this again. Why was it so right that you did? Grief constricted your breathing to the point where you pulled away from him, wordlessly tugging your clothes back on.

And of course, Levi knew what had happened. Knew exactly what you were thinking. He could hear it loud and clear in his own head. With everything that had happened lately, you hadn’t had the time to process your sorrow. Over the last two or three days, Levi had found himself awoken by your presence trying to make a home in his mind, terrified of your own. You didn’t want to be there, still tormented by guilt and hollowed sorrow.

“Sorry…” you mumbled, running an exhausted hand through your slightly sweaty hair. “Ruined it, right?” you couldn’t help offering him a melancholy and sheepish smile, now feeling guilty for ruining what was a really nice moment between the two of you. Though the mask dropped when you felt a phantom warmth descend around you. Levi knew you didn’t always like to be physically comforted, but he could still give you the feeling without touching you.

“Never.” he responded gently, reaching his hand out slightly apprehensively, waiting to see if you would shy away or accept the offer. And to his relief, you pressed your arm into his open hand, letting him guide you into his embrace. He knew this had been particularly tough on you. Though his squad was his family too, he still had Hange and Erwin. But you’d never bonded with them as much as you had with your departed friends. They were your family, he knew that. “You’re okay.”

You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t lie to him. You weren’t, but you had to be. You didn’t have a choice right now. These brief moments of weakness were all you were permitting yourself. Anything more and you would take it too far, losing control of your emotions and slipping back into that state Levi had to drag you out from. You wouldn’t put him through that again. It wasn’t fair.

“I just, I miss them so fucking much.” The tears you shed now weren’t ones of pleasure, but of pain. Of mourning the loss of time to mourn your family properly. He knew. Of course he knew. He would always know. But there was something so heartbreaking about hearing you admit it out loud.

“It’s bad today, isn’t it?” He asked, softly placing his head atop your own in a successful attempt to bring you comfort, if the way you buried your face into his bruised neck was anything to judge by.

–Yeah–

You were too afraid your voice would crack if you said anything out loud anymore, wanting more than anything to sink into his skin and disappear from the world, to let his half of your soul consume you and keep you. It hurt to breathe, knowing that they would never breathe again. It hurt to smile and laugh. It hurt to love as deeply as you do now.

–I know, I know–

Levi’s voice filled your head, fighting back those thoughts of your undeserved survival. You didn’t think you’d need to hear the reasons to fight again so soon after he uttered them not so long ago, but he was right. It was bad today. Maybe that was why you had him against the door like that, but the idea of using him as a distraction was even worse.

–You know that doesn’t matter to me–

Yes, you knew, but it didn’t help. Letting yourself feel would help, but you didn’t have the time. Neither of you did. And with the news of the recent breach… you didn’t know when you would have the time. And with your injuries, you couldn’t keep yourself busy. You couldn’t ride out with your comrades in this state. You were fucking useless. She was right, this whole time. You’d let your family die, you’re too weak to fight. You hadn’t thought about her in a while, but your grandmother was right.

“Enough.”

All thoughts in your head ceased.

Levi used a tone that he knew would get you to shut up, a tone he knew would grind your spiral to a complete halt. Because though it was soft, it was stony. It was a command from your Captain and an order from your bond.

“Shit… yeah, sorry.” you drew in a slow, deep breath, feeling Levi assist to calm your accelerating heartbeat. When the time would come, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that it wasn’t now. You would get to mourn them, just not yet.

Drawing you from his chest, Levi cupped your face with both hands, smoothing away the remains of tears beneath your eyes and down your cheeks with his thumbs. “Alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks,” you reassured, though your lover didn’t look convinced.

“You have to let yourself be happy…”

“Damn, and that’s coming from you.”

Though it was a low blow, Levi was just relieved you were back to your old self somewhat. Under any other circumstance, he would have at least attempted to hide his soft smile, would have tried to feign irritation. But he couldn’t find it in himself. “Oi, I’m trying, okay?”

Maybe he could feign a little irritation. Just a little.

You huffed a light chuckle, placing one of your palms atop his scarred knuckles. “Guess we both have to try a little harder.” Pressing your lips to his, you sealed the promise, nothing but love now radiating from your mind. It settled his heart, a kiss of a different passion. No heat, just purity.

Fuck did he love you. And he would tell you one day, with his words, not just his thoughts.

“There’s no rush.” He felt you were unable to say that with complete honesty. There was always the constant pressure of time breathing down your necks. The unforeseeable future where one of you, or maybe even both of you, may be dead without ever getting to hear those words.

Like pulling a thread, Levi chased a memory he’d all but forgotten until now. “Do. Not. Lose. Her.”

“Who told you that?” You asked, quirking an intrigued brow.

“Honestly? Not sure. But it’s the second time I heard it when pulling you from your weird mind lake thing.”

“Hey!”

Levi smirked briefly at your offended façade, before resuming recounting what had happened from his perspective, now you could both talk about it without reopening any wounds. “The door between my head and the bond, it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t get to you. This voice told me to break it,” he turned to lean back against the desk just as you hopped atop it, crossing your ankles.

“What did they sound like?”

“Fucking patronising.”

You snorted. Only Levi would have said something like that about a disembodied voice he couldn’t identify. “Idiot, I meant like, how old? Where from? Did he have an accent like that Sasha girl?”

“Sasha has an accent?”

“Sometimes, though I haven’t really heard her speak much, there's a certain lilt to her voice.” It reminded you of the way Oluo used to speak, before he saw Levi as his new religion and changed his entire image. That first day was hilarious.

Fuck.

“No, she doesn’t have an accent.” He continued, knowing what you’d just thought about and wanting to squash another spiral before it even happened.

“It’s a woman?”

“I think so… the first time it was indistinguishable but… thinking back now…” his heart clenched. “It sounded like my mother.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Was that possible?

Levi swallowed thickly before continuing on. “Not in the way she spoke, but in the way her voice sounded. Pitch, cadence, tone… everything. I was too focused on you to really process but… it was her.”

You covered his hand braced on the edge of the desk. Despite his calm exterior, Levi was a constant maelstrom of emotions, and you did find yourself struggling at times to decipher what exactly he was feeling. Now was a good example, where you couldn’t tell if he was comforted or haunted by the idea of his mother talking to him.

“‘Vi…”

“At least, the voice was the same. Pretty sure my mother would never say ‘Now is not the time to doubt, blood of mine. Break the door. Do. Not. Lose her.’” He quoted exactly what he remembered being told that night. It was guidance, though brutal as it was.

You bit your lip in thought, watching as Levi’s tongue darted out to smooth the small phantom hurt. You really must remember to stop doing that so much. “‘Blood of mine’ ? Are all Ackerman’s connected to each other?” you asked, kind of wishing you had told Hange about the bond now. Maybe they could have helped decipher.

“Hard to say. I’ve never heard or felt anything before. Not even around Mikasa, and she’s an Ackerman.”

“You could just share the same last name and nothing more?” It was a weak suggestion, but a possibility nonetheless.

“I would have agreed had I not seen the reports of her strength and then seen it with my own eyes. You saw how she fought the Female Titan. That’s no regular strength.”

“You sayin’ I couldn’t have done something like that?” you asked, eyes flashing with cheeky mischief. Levi clicked his tongue, his own eyes rolling.

“She’s what, fifteen? Yes, I’m saying you couldn’t have done something like that at fifteen years old.”

“You didn’t even know me at fifteen years old!” you protested indignantly. “In fact, I–”

You were rudely cut off by Levi slapping his hand over your mouth, giving you a warning look. Returning his glare, you stuck your tongue out to lick the palm of his hand in petty defiance. Something which earned you nothing but a raise of his brow.

Point taken.

“It’s weird though,” you began after he removed his hand. “Why can’t you hear any of this when I’m like, not drowning in my mental health held together with a piece of fraying string?”

Levi sighed again, really wishing you wouldn’t talk about your own emotions like that, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “Not sure, I guess it only happens when I need it to?” he sounded as unsure as you did, which made sense considering neither of you knew what the fuck was really going on.

“Think it has something to do with the weird tree thing?”

He knew what you were talking about, and honestly, it was a sound theory. “I do find it weird that no matter where we’ve chosen, that tree will always be there somewhere,” He sighed, sliding a tired hand down the side of his face. “I’m sorry, I wish I knew more, but I’m as clueless as you are, despite this all coming from me.”

Your cheek against his shoulder was a welcome presence, strands of your hair tickling the underside of his jaw. “It would feel off-balanced if you knew more than I did anyway,” you reassured him. “Still, I would like to talk to Mikasa. It’s not me she hates, so maybe she’d open up a bit more.”

“I have a feeling it would be a little like trying to get me to open up without knowing me for as long as you have.”

“So I have no hope? Unless I get her to fall in love with me and then she forms a bond with me,” you joked, before the genuine question arose in your head. “Wait yeah, what if something like that did happen? Like, if there were more people with your blood, what if two people managed to bond to the same person?”

Levi shrugged, causing your head to tilt slightly. “It seems unlikely. If Ackermans are all connected, I don’t think whatever the bond is would let that happen. If it did…” he slid his eyes to where you were peering at him from his shoulder. “They’d probably duel or some shit.”

You barked a laugh, rising to stretch your arms above your head. “The sheer number of references you make to Frederik and Jules is absolutely appalling Levi Ackerman. Honestly, have you no shame?” Hopping off the desk, you crossed the room to unlock the door, thinking it would be a little suspicious if someone tried to enter whilst the bolt was across.

“Clearly not, I bonded with you, didn’t I?”

You swivelled, gaping at his audacity. It took you a moment to truly register what he had said, before taking a book from the shelf nearest you and throwing it in his general direction. “Rudeness! Rudeness of the highest insult!”

Whatever poor piece of literature you’d thrown at him was easily dodged, landing harmlessly behind the desk. “You can’t throw books at me, I’m injured.”

“You can’t throw insults at me, so am I!” you folded your arms, managing to keep his little devious smirk from cracking the defences in your expression. No, you will absolutely not let him get away with this!

“Yeah, you will.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” you challenged, your expression still masked hard. Though as the moments lingered on and he kept looking at you like that, your resolve started to waver. “Fuck’s sake, I’m worse than Erwin and he let you get away with literal murder.”

“Speaking of which, how didn’t I know you two were old friends?” he asked, finally tucking his shirt back in and retrieving the black jacket you’d all but thrown to the floor, dusting it off with a barely veiled look of disdain.

“Likely because we barely talk as old friends anymore. He got caught up in being a Commander and I got caught up in wrangling you,” Levi raised a suggestive brow, pulling a laugh from your chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, but yes that as well. I meant in a ‘making sure you actually became a soldier and figuratively beating the shit out of anyone who called you a rat’ kind of way.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t know you’d done that for him. You rolled your eyes, now trying to play it off. “Don’t let it get to your head. I almost fought my best friend the day we all met Isabel because she called her a criminal or some shit,” you couldn’t escape the slight blush in your cheeks. Yes, you’d done it in Isabel’s memory somewhat, but you’d also done it because you’d taken a liking to him from quite early on.

“I remember that…” it was the first time he’d bore witness to your fight. To a fire he’d now sworn to never let dwindle, and to protect at all costs. “Still, in all the years I’ve known Erwin, he’s not once mentioned you.”

“Guess he’s just as rude as you are then.” You had seen the opportunity and seized it with both hands, smirking slightly at his resulting scoff. “I think I might know why, though.”

Levi perked up slightly. “Oh?”

“That same evening after I met you and fought with Nana, we had a conversation. Erwin and I. We both knew he would likely be made Commander soon, meaning his squad would be left captainless,” Levi listened silently. He’d never heard you speak about the day he first met you, having not even discussed the tea you shared that day. “He told me I should take the offer to be made captain. I told him that I couldn’t.”

He didn’t know for sure, but Levi could hazard a guess. You’d lost faith in your abilities after what happened to Ilse.

“I don’t think he took it very well. He seemed kinda disappointed. But after that he was made Commander pretty quickly and yeah, that was that.” You didn’t particularly want to go into any more detail than that. Dragging up old, suppressed memories now wasn’t exactly a good idea, considering your current unstable mental state. Levi could see for himself if he wanted to, you’d already given him permission to see any memories he may deem necessary to understand you more as a person.

“I see,” was all he could say in response. Pressing with further questions didn’t seem like a good idea, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel any more uncomfortable with the conversation.

“So yeah, that’s about it. He was Captain of my squad, asked me to take over, I refused, you took the position instead.”

…Well he didn’t know that.

“Sorta why I’ve been indebted to you from the beginning. If you hadn’t shown up with your crazy abilities and shitty attitude I probably wouldn’t be here now.” You smiled, though it didn’t take a detective to see the slight pain behind it. Whatever that meant, he didn’t want to know, but with the bond being what it was, it didn’t seem like him joining the Scouts was a decision he made at all. But rather something else blessed by fate. Not that he was much of a believer in that kind of thing.

“You owe me nothing.”

“Well I know that now, yeah.”

“You owed me nothing back then, too.”

The room was silent for a moment, before you shattered it with a soft sigh. “I wish this had happened sooner. Between us, I mean.”

Levi crossed over to where you were leaning on the very same bookshelf you’d chucked a book from, once again taking you effortlessly into his embrace. He had the same thoughts so often. He wished he could have told you years ago. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight between you two, but he savoured his memories of the rocky start. The biting insults soon turned playful. The cleaning punishment morphing into shared time together. Though he wished he’d had you sooner, he wouldn’t trade watching you flounder around Eld for all the romance novels in the world.

You drew back, clearly having heard what he was thinking. “Really?

“It was pretty damn funny watching the two of you.”

Your forehead fell against his shoulder as you let out a long groan of embarrassment. “Fuck’s sake, even Erwin saw that.”

“He spoke to you about it?”

“Yeah, on the expedition. He wanted to extend his congratulations to us, which I thought was kinda nice of him, though he had a few other things to say….”

Levi looked at you, his eyes hard. “I assume he warded you away from me?”

“Not exactly. It was nicer than that, actually. He just told me to be careful.” you recalled the conversation in your head, sending snippets of visuals down the bond. Levi nodded, entertaining the image of you and Erwin by the campfire, having a surprisingly deep conversation, considering the circumstances. Though you left out the part where he told you not to hurt him. You were already afraid of doing that, but Levi didn’t need to know.

It must have been fate listening in, that there was a knock on the door just at this moment. You both looked at each other, the rapping sound breaking you both out of the little domestic bubble you so often found yourselves in nowadays. In a moment, you’d lifted a spare chair from the corner up to the desk to avoid the noise of dragging it along the wooden floorboards, and Levi had sat himself down, hunching over so it looked as if you were both completely caught up in paperwork.

“Come in.” he’d managed to morph his voice so it sounded mundane, as if he’d been doing this for hours. You couldn’t help but admire the adaptability. You guess you really weren’t the only chameleon in the room.

Moments after, a brown haired messenger announced themselves, opening the door with surprising flamboyance. “Captain Levi, Sir! Commander Erwin has asked for you, Sir! He wants to meet with you immediately, Sir!”

If you had taken a shot for everytime this guy had said sir you’d be well on your way to a good night out. However, there wasn’t time for things like that right now.

“Alright, I hear you. Dismissed.”

You snorted at the overenthusiastic salute the cadet made, before marching off to the left. He couldn’t have been any older than seventeen, poor kid.

Levi stood with a sigh, clearly not thrilled about the idea of a meeting, but you both knew what it was likely going to be about. You guessed neither of you had confirmed you’d go along with Hange.

“Guess you’ve been summoned,” you raised a brow as he walked around the desk, watching his hard expression set. You stood, catching him before he walked off and pressing your thumb in the crease between his brows, smoothing the tension from his face. “You can’t get this grumpy every time you’re called away.”

Levi huffed, though appreciating the attempt you made to caress away his stress. “When we don’t have a lot of time together anyway, I think I'm perfectly entitled to get this grumpy when it’s cut short.”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Can’t argue with that. Make sure you let him know, hm?”

He rolled his eyes, though a smile still pulled at his lips. He masked it by moulding them into yours. “See you later.” He murmured, giving your arm a quick squeeze before he headed out the door. You hated how much you missed his presence when he was gone.

The pendulum clock on the wall ticked by for all of five minutes before a lead balloon of dread sank into the depths of your stomach. His voice was instantly in your head.

–What? What’s wrong? You alright?–

–Levi…?–

–What?!–

–Your neck.–

Silence. You didn’t hear anything for what felt like an eternity, before his single word response had you cackling.

–Fuck.–

When the blanket of night settled over the world and a slight chill blew in the wind, you hugged your jacket closer around your shoulders, trying to stave the cold from getting to your bones. Though you’d healed fairly well, your leg still sang a melancholy song of pain with each step you took, earning yourself a slight limp. Your other wounds had healed nicely, slices closing up from your brow to your stomach. It was only really your leg that posed a problem now, though you’d been left with some pretty heft scars. Nothing new.

Walking through the courtyard, soldiers were busying themselves with packing supplies, crates of metal canisters, spare blades, boxes of field rations all being loaded onto various carts. You’d hidden it from Levi, but you intended to go with the group to search the wall. Orders be damned, you weren’t about to sit back and let everyone else do the work for you. You were physically incapable of doing that, and you also knew Levi would overestimate your ability to put sensibility above recklessness. Besides, you weren’t exactly lying…

You just hadn’t admitted the entire truth to him yet. Though it still weighed on you as a betrayal of his trust. Plus it actively drained you to hide things in your mind from him, which you guess made sense. It went against everything the bond was about.

Being caught up in thought, you didn’t see a blonde boy crossing paths with you from the right, almost crashing straight into him. It was only because you heard Eren’s voice and looked up because of it did you manage to stop the collision.

“Shit, sorry kid, you alright?” you asked, looking back to see where he could have possibly come from.

“Ah, yeah, I-I’m okay! Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he explained sheepishly, and you couldn't help but notice a weird resemblance to Erwin. Though this kid’s hair was longer, they had the same star-seeing eyes.

“Nah, you’re good. Totally my fault, though you looked as deep in thought as I was. Something on your mind?” you don’t really know what prompted you to ask, but he just looked so troubled, you couldn’t help yourself.

“O-oh! No it’s nothing. Just… thinking about the Titan in the walls… and how he got there.”

You let your mind run for a bit, before finally, realising who the kid was. Were you getting slow in your old age?

Nah, that can’t be right. You weren’t that old for fuck’s sake.

“Ahh, you must be Armin, right? Eren’s friend?” you asked, earning yourself a look of surprise. “Vice Captain of the Levi Squad, looks like I’ll be riding with you guys.” In an instant, Armin’s fist thumped against his chest in a salute of respect.

“Ma’am! I wasn’t certain at first, but I thought it might have been you. It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

You waved off the salute, unable to help feeling as though you don’t deserve such a show of respect. Your squadmates were dead, afterall, you thought bitterly. “You’re fine, put that away, it’s not meant for me. You’re the one who had the theory about Annie, right?” You asked, now walking alongside the kid to where his friends were already in the cart.

“Uh, sort of. It was really Commander Erwin and Section Commander Hange, I just suggested who it could be, it wasn’t–”

“Thank you, Armin. I los–” you stopped yourself. This poor kid didn’t need to hear about who you lost to that monster. “A lot of good soldiers died because of her. You helped us take a huge step in this fight for humanity,” Keeping your voice steady despite wanting to scream inside was something you’d become very good at, likely since losing Ilse. “We owe a lot to you and your friends.”

“Haha, Mikasa and Eren did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped with figuring it out.”

He clearly wasn’t used to giving himself credit. If Levi were here, he’d say something stupid like–

–Doesn’t give himself enough credit huh? Sound familiar?–

You huffed, setting your jaw. How did he always know?

–I have no idea what you’re talking about– you bit back defensively. –No it does not sound familiar, thank you very much. And shouldn’t you be concentrating?–

Warm laughter filled your head, and you couldn’t help but let it consume you, thawing your frozen bones.

–Meeting’s finished. It was about what we thought. Coming up with Nick now. Just waiting on Hange.–

–You only talk in short sentences now? We’re not out in the field, we can talk in full sentences here–

You could hear him sigh almost in disappointment. A terrible dread obscured your thoughts. Did he know already? If he already knew, then this was about to be an awful conversation.

–You know, you’re not subtle. And I’m not stupid.–

–...Levi…–

–You know you can tell me these things, right?–

You muttered various curses, causing the poor young blond walking next to you to cast you a worried look. Shit. “Oh, no not you Armin. Just… remembering something. Don’t worry.”

“Oh… I see…” he responded awkwardly, clearly not knowing what else to say. It didn’t matter to you at the moment. Levi knew of your intentions to accompany the party to the walls, and also knew you’d kept it from him.

–I… yeah, I know. I just, I knew you would try to stop me. I know it’s not the smartest thing to do in my condition, and I know my orders, but I just… I can’t just sit and let everyone do everything around me. I can’t just stay out of it… you know that.– you confessed. Though you were surprised he was so accepting about it. Honestly you were kind of expecting him to go all protective Levi mode and start trying to talk you out of it.

–The fuck are you talking about? And what do you mean by ‘protective Levi mode’???–

Oh.

Shit.

–Wait. Was this not what you were talking about…?–

–...No.–

–Fuck.–

–Fuck indeed. We don’t have the time to talk about this now.–

–’Vi, I– –

–No. Later.–

Well fuck. That wasn’t exactly the best outcome. What the fuck could he possibly have been talking about if not that? Had he asked Erwin anything? Had he asked–

Then it hit you, a memory that didn’t belong to you.

“You spoke to her. Around the campfire that night. What did you say?” Levi asked, almost unable to look up from the floor. He was on his way out before Erwin called after him, just to wish him congratulations. It had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. But now he couldn’t even look at the man.

“Nothing of importance. Just congratulating her as well. And warning her from hurting you in any way,” he chuckled as if it were simply something trivial. “I know you’re strong, Levi, but I need you focused. Heartbreak doesn’t do much for a soldier’s motivation.”

“You know you can just say you were looking out for me, no need for this whole charade,” He rolled his eyes, finally recovering after getting slapped in the face yet again by the realisation that people cared for him. “What did she say in return?”

Erwin sighed, lacing his fingers in front of his nose in thought. “That it was one of her greatest fears, hurting you. And knowing you, you likely have the same thought, no?”

Levi tensed his jaw. He knew hurting each other was a fear within your relationship, considering recent events, but he didn’t know it was your greatest fear. Why hadn’t you told him? You’d told him everything else… right? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Erwin, clearing his throat.

“I see, I thought she would have told you. I apologise.”

That was all you saw, though it was enough. Not that you could register anything right now. You had so much going on. Too much going on, you couldn’t help but wonder how Eren coped with it all. The future of humanity used to lie on the shoulders of you, your squad and your Captain. Now you’d been unburdened with that demand, though it had been placed onto a child. How the fuck was that fair? And with the breach in Wall Rose, you were so sick of things going wrong it was starting to drive you up the fucking Walls. And now Levi knew you wanted to head out on the expedition later this evening. And from what you could tell, which was a lot, he didn’t seem too happy about it. Fuck this day.

You’d deal with it later. If Levi didn’t want to talk about it now, then you could certainly hold off. Nothing was about to change your mind, and you were content in your decision. You would go on the expedition and deal with the consequences when you came back. To hell with him.

“Great, what the hell does this mean?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Eren already in the wagon, loading up ODM gear and gas canisters. You felt for the kid. He’d only just discovered what he was and already so much had happened since. Barely having time to recover from the fight against Annie and now all his friends had to be sent away in case any more of them were fucking Titans?

“I don’t know… but they’re Titans, right? Would they seriously break through the Wall with Titans in it?” It was a good question, you had to admit. Armin’s mind was nearly as sharp as Hange’s, if only the kid had more self confidence, he could definitely gun for Commander in the next decade or so, providing he survived that long.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, right? They did it before.”

It took you a moment to leap onto Armin’s trail of thought, but once you were there, you understood perfectly. “No, they didn’t. That was a gate. They busted through the gate, not the wall.”

“Exactly, the Walls are different. They don’t have a single crack in them, no weak points other than the gates.” Walls this kid was smart. “There’s no signs of stress, and even stranger, there’s no way of knowing how they were built. They’re just solid walls of stone. No bricks, no nothing.”

“No nothing except Titans…” you knew where he was going with this.

“Armin, Lieutenant… what are you saying?” You couldn’t help but compare this situation to when you and Hange would be brainstorming and Levi would have no idea what you were talking about. Poor Mikasa.

“Suppose… suppose the Walls were made of the same stuff as Annie’s Titan crystal?” Armin posed.

You chewed on the suggestion for a moment. “She used that to cover her nape, right? And she trapped herself in it, so we know it’s versatile,”

“And it’s virtually indestructible, our blades breaking instantly upon impact…”

Stepping up into the wagon, you held your hand out to help Armin up, taking a seat opposite Eren, who looked utterly horrified.

“So… the Walls are made of Titans? Is that what you’re saying?” He asked, looking down at his own hands as if they were about to catch aflame.

“It’s just a theory at the moment, but–”

“It’s a solid one. We need to talk to Hange, and if there really is a breach in the Wall…”

The wagon jostled as you were moved into formation, but being so lost in thought you barely noticed. What the hell did this mean for humanity? Being protected by the very things that were trying to annihilate you all. And what would happen if the sun did hit them? What did Pastor Nick know that the rest of you were clueless about? And how was it that some preacher of the Walls knew? There were too many unknowns, it made you uneasy.

You vaguely registered Mikasa wrapping her cloak around Eren, muttering something about him getting cold. It was sweet, you thought, though it brought you back to the various things you didn’t know about your own bond, wondering if Mikasa knew that’s what had happened between her and Eren, given that it had actually happened, of course. But you’d heard about her uncanny sense whenever Eren was in danger, and thought back to how Levi had the same sense about you. You hoped, for her sake, Eren would realise one day.

“Sorry to keep you waiting! Didn’t think it would take so long to prepare.”

You stole your nerves to look their way, though you barely registered Hange’s cheerful wave over Levi’s glare of thunder. At least his heartbeat wasn’t out of sync with yours. So this could be fixed… right?

The wood creaked in protest as an additional three bodies crammed into the space, you shuffled up as much as you could, your body pressing against the side board as Levi took a seat next to you. You longed to press your face into his neck, but at the same time, you wanted to do anything but that. Joy, more conflicting feelings.

“But… but he’s a priest from the Order of the Walls… Why is he–”

“I know! Nick and I are inseparable now! It’s alright, makes sense he’s here, just like the rest of us. We’re all rather random.”

It was strange for Hange to make assumptions this way. Ths group was anything but random. “No. The opposite. Erwin’s thrown us together for a reason.” Though what those reasons were, Levi couldn’t hazard a guess. The man’s motives were always mysterious until the final moments, when all would be revealed. It was an irritating habit.

He needed to talk to you, finally realising what your intentions were, he couldn’t let you do this. You were still badly injured, and though you were recovering well, he knew your wounds were deeper than those surface level scratches. And if your stitches blew out in the field, you were dead. That was it. He couldn’t even believe you were considering this, let alone having made up your mind. It was stupid. Reckless. And downright selfish of you.

“The condition of Wall Rose is currently unknown, but everything up to Erhmich district is safe. That’s the path we’ll be taking. Move out!” Erwin’s voice boomed from the front of the formation, loud enough that you were certain the entirety of Trost would have heard the announcement of departure.

You stayed completely silent, debating more than ever what your next moves should be. How had things gone so damn badly? How had everything turned to shit so fucking quickly? It only felt like yesterday you were playing strip poker with your squad and now they were all fucking dead, two kids can turn into Titans and there was another fucking breach. You sighed, teeth gnawing at any loose bit of skin they could find on your lips. A habit you hadn’t indulged in a while.

“You heard him. Get going.” It was a weak hope that speaking up so suddenly would get you to stop tearing apart your lower lip, his own stinging with each pull. You bit down a little too hard as the wagon jostled to life, and Levi almost winced with the sharp hurt. You, on the other hand, didn’t look too bothered by it, taking the opportunity to suck on the blood like some little fucked up vampire. If he wasn’t furious with you right now, he would have taken your hand into his own, current company be damned.

He loosened a breath. Being angry with you was foreign and unknown and downright awful. He wanted to talk to you, to somehow ease the worries in your head, but he had no idea how to start a conversation with you at the moment. Not that he was ever very good with his words. Putting his opinions aside, Levi dropped his hand to brush against your arm.

Though when you flinched slightly, he wished lightning would strike him where he sat. You still refused to look at him, but he didn’t need to see your face to know you were radiating some kind of guilty resolve. You did nothing but continue to bite your lip, your fingers now tearing at your cuticles. He hadn’t seen you this stressed since you walked into his office and announced his squad would be helping Hange on their capture mission. Fuck that seemed like years ago now.

“Well I should probably explain what we know from our friend Nick here,” Hange began, clasping a firm, almost threatening arm around the man’s shoulders. “You see, it was Nick who told us to cover the Titan in the Wall, assuming it would move should sunlight hit it. Just how he knew this, we have yet to find out.” With a quick glance to the opposite three in the wagon, you could tell they were just as baffled as you all were.

“Wait wait wait, back up, this guy knew?! He knew and he said nothing!?” Eren exclaimed, leaning forward to almost throttle the man.

“Uh huh, ‘friad so. And unfortunately, that’s about all he’s said. But, we all know now, of course. He doesn’t wanna talk quite yet, but that’s likely to change with a harsh dose of reality. It’s his faith keeping him quiet, but first hand experience though, we–”

“To hell with that!”

You almost jumped at Eren’s shouting, standing and slamming his hands down on the table separating the two sides. Though if you were being honest, you missed the fighting talk from the kid. “If this son-of-a-bitch knows something, he needs to come out with it! We’re on the brink of extinction and he’s deciding to keep quiet about what he knows? Caring only about keeping some stupid oath?!” Eren’s tone only rose with each point he made, stopping only due to what you assumed was his exhaustion spiking a sudden headache. A hand braced against the side of his head, Mikasa guided him to sit back down.

“Take it easy Eren, you still haven’t fully recovered.” Oh she was so in love with him. It actually made you smile slightly, though it was short lived. Nothing lasts forever in the Scouts.

Your chest constricted at the thought, and you glanced down to see Levi’s balled fist.

And if you weren’t so busy wondering what the fuck you should do, you would have found him pulling a gun ridiculously attractive. What was wrong with you?

“There’s more than one way to get people to talk. Sure, I’m not exactly in top shape right now, but I know it doesn’t take much strength to pull a trigger. Having said that, I genuinely hope I won’t have to blow a hole in you to settle this. How ‘bout you?”

You once again cursed your current situation for not reacting after he’d just said maybe the single hottest thing you’d ever heard come from his mouth. If you weren’t in such emotional turmoil, you definitely would have started teasing him in front of everyone.

But you were drained, and any will you had to do so had drained also.

A brief silence settled in the wagon as everyone remembered that, sure he wasn’t on active duty right now, but they were still sitting in the presence of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, and it was still intimidating.

Well, everyone except for Hange.

“Threatening him doesn’t work, Levi. I went to throw him off the top of Wall Sina. So trust me on that. And whether you agree with him or not, Nick here is a man of principle. Which has gotta make you think, if he’s so unwilling to talk, what in heaven’s name is he putting above the fate of humanity?”

Now that placed a blanket of silence over the wagon. Because it was one hell of a good question. What was he holding above the fate of the human race? What did he deem more important than humanity’s future?

With the conversation coming to a halt, you tilted your head back to the moonlit canopy overhead, rogue embers floating within the leaves without a care in the world. You wonder if they knew their life was short. If you knew they had these last few seconds of freedom before they faded to nothing, returning to whatever elements they were composed of. But isn’t that all anything was? A brief interval from the void of non-existence? You suddenly envied those embers. They’d never experienced grief, or heartbreak, or loss in any way. They burned, and they burned beautifully until their inevitable end. Which is all anyone could strive to do, you thought. Burn beautifully.

Despite the morbid nature of your thought trail, you smiled. Because you knew everyone around you was doing just that. Burning beautifully.

Levi had taken a whistlestop tour into your mind for a split second, just to see how you were holding up. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be having philosophical revelations over fire. At least you weren’t thinking about the mission he wasn’t about to let you go on. He’d take philosophy over that any day of the week.

Though his own tired head thought otherwise. Too much had happened to be entertaining your thoughts, so he returned to his own, only now noticing Hange staring unblinkingly at a rock. It was unusual for them to be doing unusual things, but at least it was a distraction from whatever the fuck was going on with you.

“Hey Four Eyes,” –He leaned forward slightly, looking past Nick to Hange still staring at the rock– “since when did you take an interest in geology? Or is your life so boring even rocks have become fascinating, looks like you’re about to drool.”

Hange looked up, as if they’d just been dragged from a good book. “Hm? Oh, this? It’s not a rock. At least, not an ordinary one. It’s a hardened piece of skin, left behind by the Female Titan.”

That caught your attention. Snapping out of your thoughts, you too turned to look at Hange, your expression mirroring Armin’s as he gasped slightly. “Wait, it didn’t vanish?” He asked, eyes wide with what you could only just discern as shocked intrigue.

“No! It broke off when she reverted back to her human form. It didn’t evaporate… didn’t simply go poof,” Their enthusiasm for the conversation only increased tenfold, and you could tell as soon as they started to use onomatopoeias. “Which got me thinking… and when I compared it with a piece from the Wall, its texture and molecular structure were, for all intents and purposes, virtually identical. So basically speaking–”

“We’re being protected by the very things that are trying to devour us, only ten times bigger than average.” You finished, glancing between Armin and Hange. You’d already had a conversation like this with the blond, but now at least you knew Hange had the same theory.

“Exactly, and if my hypothesis is correct, the Walls were constructed using consolidated Titan skin.” Hange confirmed, to the disgusted horror of the opposite three.

“You’re kidding… that’s what Armin and the Lieutenant were just talking about.” Mikasa observed, wide eyed. But she wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what you and Armin were discussing. Honestly, not to be condescending to the girl, but you were impressed she was following.

Armin once again gasped, shooting forward in his seat. “So then–” he began, only to be rudely cut off by Hange’s hand to his face.

Unfortunately for them, you’d just had exactly the same revelation. You borderline launched across Levi, slamming your hand down on the table. “You want to–”

However, you too received a Hange hand to the face.

“Easy there you two, it’s rude to steal somebody else’s thunder dontcha know. As it stands, we’d be hard pressed to find a rock large enough to seal Wall Rose again. It would have to be just the right shape and size, and we don’t have specifics yet,”

You fought to free yourself from Hange’s grip, desperate to contribute to the solution and listening to Armin frantically try and talk through their other palm.

“On the other hand, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Just picture it, Eren using his own hardening ability whilst in Titan form!” They revealed, finally releasing both you and the blond from their hands. You shook your head slightly, instantly wiping your face because heaven knows where Hange’s hands had been.

Frowning, you slouched back in your seat, folding your arms. You thought of that too.

“Then I could… patch the hole.” Eren came to the realisation much slower than you and Armin, though you guessed, since this actually concerned him and it was all incredibly new for him, he had other things to think about.

“The sealant should be composed of the same material, and, like with Annie’s crystal, it shouldn’t disappear once you revert to human. This might be less of a long shot than it sounds. Whaddya think?”

If Levi was given a coin for every time you and Hange got carried away in conversation to the point where he could no longer follow, he could retire within the next year. However with this boy genius now added to the mix, he realised where this was going only a few moments before Eren did. Though your pouting did almost make him laugh. He knew you would have wanted to jump in, because he knew you would have been right there with Hange’s theory. He knew you were smart enough. And he hoped that was good enough for you.

“The greater the risk, the greater the reward,” You leaned forward again, clearly having gotten over your petulance.

“And if we can patch up Wall Rose… then Wall Maria starts to look fairly promising. And vital though it is, the outposts infrastructure slows us down to a crawl,” Armin continued, and Levi couldn’t help but find it a little weird how he was now finishing your sentences.

“The time and resources needed to transport materials are immense,” and vice versa, he discovered as soon as you took off from where he left. This was getting ridiculous.

“But… if we can nullify the necessity for supply wagons, we could get to Shiganshina much faster… And what if we decided to carry out the plan at the dead of night?!” Armin posed, stony determination written on his face. You couldn’t help but smile slightly, having found yourself on the exact same wavelength.

“Night?” It was Hange now who was having trouble keeping up, and though you felt the urge to explain, they had a point earlier. Stealing somebody else’s thunder was rude, and you realised Armin needed all the confidence boosts he could get.

“Yes! When the Titans are more or less motionless!” He finished, clearly waiting with some kind of validation on his theoretical plan.

“Huh… that’s not bad. In fact, it’s genius, particularly if the group is small enough to slip on by undetected.” –Hange looked back down at the small crystal in their hand– “The straits we’re in are about as dire as they come, but this could turn the tides completely.”

“We have to bear in mind though, this entire plan hinges on whether or not Eren can seal the hole again.” You really did hate to be the one to throw a bucket of cold water on the atmosphere, especially when you saw Armin’s proud smile falter slightly, but he knew as well as you did it was a good point.

Hange looked across to Eren, who you could see was visibly sweating despite the slight chill of the night. “It’s probably unfair of me to even ask but… do you think you can?” They asked, brows pinching in slight sheepish guilt.

The wagon once again fell silent as all eyes fell to the teen who wasn’t looking at any of you. Once again, you could tell he was feeling the weight of the future on his shoulders, and your heart constricted for him. Ever since that night after you’d almost killed him, when he’d accidentally turned Titan and scared the ever loving shit out of you and your squad, you’d found a new respect for him. Having now understood the burdens of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, you could only imagine what Eren was going through.

“What he thinks really isn’t the problem here,” Levi finally found his voice, having been in complete awe of you and the way your mind worked. “You either will, or you won’t. That’s the reality of the situation. Our comrades are breaking their backs, but without you, it’s pointless. Failure here isn’t an option.”

You knew he was right. You knew he was just adding gravity where the rest of you had lost it, bringing the conversation back down to earth, but did he really have to be so stern? So pressuring?

–I think he knows how important this is. Stop adding unnecessary weight.– You couldn’t help yourself, a weird kind of protective nature coming over you. You saw out of your peripheral his hands balling into fists.

–So now you wanna talk?–

–You were the one who shut down the conversation, not me. I was just doing what you asked.–

Levi’s frustrated sigh blew about your head, before the tension was broken by Eren’s desperate enthusiasm to prove himself. “Sir! I know, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes… that’s a promise.”

There and then, you could see just how heavy his memories were. You understood his guilt because you understood Levi’s guilt. You knew he felt every single life lost around him, because he was supposed to be strong enough to move forward. He was supposed to be strong enough to protect people, to take the hits when nobody else could.

“My father’s cellar…” You tilted your head to one side, willing to put your current feud away and glance at Levi, who glanced back at you, before you both looked back at Eren, awaiting an explanation. “That’s… that’s where the answers are. If there was even a grain of truth in what he told me, everything depends on us making it there.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what the hell that meant, before Hange announced your location; “Well, here’s Ermich.”

Nerves bubbled in your gut, this being the place where you knew you were about to have the biggest argument in your relationship. You felt Levi tense next to you, knowing he was thinking the same thing. But neither of you were backing out of this, that much was clear.

Hopping out of the wagon, you chose to ignore the slight bite in your thigh from your injuries, taking a moment to stretch out your back. You noticed Levi had already set off with Nick, and though you weren’t alone with Hange, you were still going to take this opportunity to talk with them. “Hey, Hans?”

Once again, like a breath of fresh air, Hange beamed at you, despite the previous conversation in the wagon. “What’s up? The atmosphere there was kinda frosty for a second huh? That Armin kid though… he’s pretty damn smart, and to come up with a plan for Shiganshina so quickly… I reckon he’d make a pretty great Commander one day.” They started off on their own conversation as the two of you made your way through Ermich district.

“Yeah, we’d had a brief conversation before the journey about the Walls and the Titans inside and such, we pretty much came to the same conclusion.” You defended stiffly, only to Hange’s delight.

“Awww, jealous I got there before you? Sorry sunshine, only a few have brains like these!” They skipped, and you genuinely couldn’t understand how their demeanour could shift so quickly and so dramatically. Though, you remembered a time where Levi said that about you, how you could shift your personality from casual to professional in the blink of an eye.

You grit your teeth. Thinking about him hurt.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I just wanted to let ya know that I’ll likely be joining you on the mission.” You tried to mention it as nonchalantly as you possibly could, but no amount of casualness could have warned them of that.

Hange stopped in their tracks. “Aren’t you supposed to be off active duty for the time being?”

“I can stand, can I not? And I’m walking, am I not? I don’t have a good reason to be resting.” You defended adamantly. You knew this was exactly what Levi was going to say as well, so you’d already come up with arguments.

“Does Levi know?” They asked softly, and when you didn’t respond, Hange placed a hand on your shoulder. “I was wondering what had happened between you two, things seemed different in the wagon than they were this morning. Don’t solidify anything yet. Wait until you talk with him. I’d say we have roughly half an hour turnover. If you’re still set after talking to him, I’d be happy for the help.”

“You know, he doesn’t make my decisions for me.” You tried to keep the venom from your voice, but failed miserably. Hange knew, of course. They knew this wasn’t coming from a place of rage or anger with them.

“He’s your Captain. He technically does.”

“My Captain, huh? Of what squad, Hange?” It was a brutal blow, and had it been anyone else you were talking to, you know they would have walked away by now, either your glare or the toxicity in your tone causing them to leave. However, this was Hange. Hange who knew both yourself and Levi, sometimes better than you knew each other. Hange, who knew grief just as well as you did, and still managed to do everything they could. Hange, who also had friends out there in the field right now, and who hadn’t heard from them in hours, and didn’t know if they were still alive.

They squeezed their calming hand on your shoulder. “Speak to Levi first, as a favour to me.”

You sighed, feeling the tension sapping from your spine, knowing they were right. “Fine, but I’ve made up my mind.”

Hange smiled in understanding, continuing on their path with you by their side. “I know you have, but if you sneak out and Levi knows I knew, I won’t live to see the sunrise.”

Huffing a chuckle, you nodded in agreement. That was likely true, unfortunately for the both of you. Glancing back, you watched the three behind you for a brief moment. Watched as Mikasa tried to wrap Eren’s cloak back around his shoulders, to the teen’s dismay, whilst Armin tried to calm the two of them down and stop their bickering. It was a sickening reminder that, after everything, they were still just kids.

“It’s sad. Not only was their childhood cut short, but now they hold the weight of the future on their shoulders. Eren specifically, but you can see it on Armin and Mikasa too. The way they care so much for him, but he feels the need to do everything alone. It’s so lonely.” You thought aloud, cracking your neck to the side.

“You sound like you're speaking from experience.” Hange observed, glancing down to you with an eye raised.

“Not quite. But I know how it is for Levi. I know that, even given the chance to, he would rather die than pass his title on to somebody else. Not for any sort of pride reasons, but because he wouldn’t want that burden to befall another soul. He carries it because he knows it’s necessary to do so, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.” It was a losing battle, keeping your frustration from bubbling to the surface. On the outside, it just seemed like you were explaining something not many people would have an insight into. On the inside, however…

You wanted to scream.

Despite the morbid display in front of him, hundreds upon hundreds of people having lost their homes due to the recent breach, Levi couldn’t help but listen to your conversation with Hange. To be understood on such a fundamental level was still incredibly new for him, so to hear your voice exactly how he felt a majority of the time…

It solidified his need to stop you from going on this mission.

“You know him well, huh?” This was a side to Hange you didn’t see very often. The softer, more sentimental side to the ‘mad scientist’ everyone knew. It was part of the reason you liked them so much.

“And you know why, so you don’t need to act clueless.” Once again you came incredibly close to telling them everything, but you held off. Despite there being a small rift between the two of you at the moment, you knew that was something you needed to discuss with Levi.

You both climbed the steps into the barracks, hearing Eren, Mikasa and Armin still behind you.

“Hey Eren!” Hange gestured for the teen to join them, and so you took a step back, allowing them to have their conversation without interference. “Once we leave Ermich, we’ll be in Titan territory for sure.”

“Think you’re well enough to ride a horse yet?”

You’d almost completely forgotten Moblit was on this expedition, considering he didn’t ride with you in the wagon. It was only now did you see Hange relax slightly, having not even noticed they were slightly tense. You half smiled with the realisation.

And it was now you really missed being on good terms with your partner. Because you knew he would have had something to say about that.

“Yeah, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.” Eren responded, though he sounded exhausted.

“Saddle up then soldier, there’s one waiting for you on the left lift.” You thought a lot about the shift you and Hange could perform between professional and casual, though you’d never considered how different Moblit was behind closed doors. You guessed, when he didn’t have the pressure of being Hange’s right hand man, he could well and truly relax.

Though the only visual indication you had was Hange’s widening eyes, you’d already felt Levi’s growing presence behind you. You turned, seeing almost exactly what you predicted, only Nick looked more remorseful than he did in your mind’s eye. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Section Commander, we’re pressed for time!” Moblit called out as Hange jogged back past you.

“Gimme a second will ya?” They called back, before addressing Nick. “So, you seen the light yet by any chance?”

If you took a shot for every time silence had settled it’s blanket over your group today, you’d likely be in the medical wing. The air was charged as you all waited for Nick’s response, before realising he was going to hold his tongue. And finally, finally, Hange had enough. “Goddamnit! This isn’t some fucked up spiritual test, real human lives are on the line here so make up your mind!”

And for the first time since he sat his holy ass on that cart, Nick spoke; “Alas, I have no choice. None of us, not myself nor the others who believe are at liberty to divulge the truth.”

Ooo did you want to punch his teeth in. You knuckled itched to be thrust through his jaw.

“Well fat lot of you help you were! Thanks ever so much for keeping us company, it’s been a fucking joy!” It took all of your willpower to, despite your situation, stifle your laughter at their sarcastic rage as they abruptly turned on their heels and started to stomp away.

“I would offer my help if I could, but a duty as great as this one is beyond me. The Order of the Walls abides by the sacred will our faith commands us to obey.” He seemed so solemn you almost pitied the man. Almost.

“Who’s sacred will? You mean like God or something?” Hange questioned with no small degree of snark.

“I can’t answer that.” God fucking damnit! “But… what I can do is provide you with a name. An individual the sacred will and it’s divine wisdom instructed us to monitor.”

You couldn’t tell if he was using way too many words in sentences deliberately, or whether or not that was seriously the title they gave the head of their religion. “Monitor?” You asked aloud, glancing at Hange who nodded in approval. That was clearly their next question.

Nick sighed before continuing on. “It’s a person you know. Someone who enlisted in the Scout Regiment as of this year. A child by the name of–”

“Important message!” The pastor was drowned out by the arrival of a messenger loudly announcing her presence. She didn’t even stop to knock or read the room, just barged straight in with her agenda. But that didn’t stop you or your companions to hear the name he’d just uttered. Christa Lenz. “I’m with the 104th Cadet Corps. Oh and my name is Sasha Braus!”

You blinked in surprise, finally turning your head to look at the girl. You still didn’t really know the 104th that well, only really being well acquainted with Eren, for obvious reasons. But you knew of Sasha, and you’d heard her speak before. However the accent you’d previously noticed seemed to have vanished into thin air. Interesting.

“No way…”

“Wait, who?”

Sasha strode up to Hange, scroll in hand. “This is for you, Section Commander.” Though she was completely ignored, the room’s attention now being completely on the Pastor.

“You must find her with all haste. She is the key. She may know things we understand, but poorly.” You glanced to Hange, who mirrored your look. Who the fuck was this girl, and more importantly, who was she to Eren, Armin and Mikasa for them to be so floored by this? “And with that, we come to the end of what I am free to share with you. The rest I leave in your capable hands.”

“Wait, if she’s in the 104th… she’d be on the front lines by now.” You realised, wide eyes flicking between Hange and Nick.

“Then let’s go! We’re already pressed for time, we don’t have any to lo–” Though you admired Eren for his gung-ho attitude, you admired him less when he didn’t look where he was going and ran straight into poor Sasha who had been waiting incredibly patiently with her scroll, sending her crashing to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going!” Hange called out, the room’s attention shifting to the poor girl on the floor.

“Sasha?!”

“Just where did you come from all of a sudden?” Mikasa asked, and you couldn’t help but raise a brow. Had nobody else heard the girl enter? Seriously?

Once again you wished you could talk to Levi about this, but he’d been silent in your head since the wagon. You kept your sigh internal.

As if remembering she was here for a purpose and not just to lie on the floor, Sasha gasped, snatching up the parchment that had fallen from her hands and barrelling through her three friends toward Hange. “I was sent to deliver a message to the Commander, who then entrusted me to get this to you Section Commander!” The girl spoke without breathing, and you absently wondered if this was her first time delivering a message. Before realising that yeah, this was most likely her first time delivering a message.

Good for her.

The girl borderline folded in half at the waist as she bowed, holding the scroll out for Hange with both open palms. You stifled a snort, pretending to pick at your lips to hide your smile.

Levi had been borderline completely silent throughout this entire exchange, not having much to say. However, that didn’t mean his eyes didn’t work. He noticed every little thing you did, every little micro-expression you made, whether it be concern, confusion, determination, and now hidden amusement. It warmed him that you could still smile at things, despite everything.

“Uh, okay then… excellent work!” Hange seemed a little taken aback by the girl’s formal enthusiasm, but swiftly replaced the scroll with a baked potato from the supply crate, and you watched as Sasha all but melted on the spot, before taking one of the largest bites you’d ever seen a human being take out of anything, half wondering if she had Titan genes.

“So, who the hell was Nick talking about?” You turned your attention back to the conversation at hand, asking the three who already seemed to know her what was on everyone else’s minds.

“She was the smallest one in our class,” Eren answered, crouching to secure his boots.

“Golden hair, blue eyes. In fact… she was kinda cute.” You had to double take to make sure you actually heard that correctly.

“The girl who’s always hanging around Ymir.” Mikasa clarified, and you looked at Hange just as their eyes widened.

“Wh– Excuse me?” That had triggered something in their brain, but whatever that may have been, you guessed you would find out at a later date. Another quick glance around the room told you nobody else had quite had that same reaction. But that’s normal for Hange.

You watched them stare in contemplation for a moment, before brushing off whatever they were thinking, clearly filing it away for later. But with everyone standing around, it was starting to irritate you that nothing was being done. “Alright, no point in doing nothing, start loading up supplies onto the lifts.” It was better than nothing, right? And it was nice to know people still regarded you with some kind of authority, as footsteps instantly started echoing off the stone walls. Hange helpfully took a seat on one of those crates, pulling at the string from around the paper handed to them by Sasha. Glancing to a smaller box of food to your left, you carried it under your arm, handing it off to Moblit who nodded at you in thanks.

“That the background report?” You asked, leaning against their shoulder slightly, skim-reading the first few paragraphs.

“Yeah… yeah it is.”

“Background report?” Eren asked, his head almost comically popping up from behind one of the crates he was trying to lift.

“Ah, yeah. I asked for a background report on Annie Leonhart. It was a lot slower than I was hoping for, what with paper trails being a total catastrophe at the moment, but according to this, there were two other cadets in the 104th who came from the same area. One Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover.” Hange looked up from their paper, surveying the three before them. You, however, turned to Sasha, who’d looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

Too many revelations in one night. Too much information revealed in such a short amount of time. Levi kept his eye on Eren, the boy already having suffered enough. And no, whilst his own comments didn’t help settle the teens nerves, he also knew what was necessary to get through to him. He didn’t want to have to keep jabbing at him, and if this mission wasn’t so crucial, he wouldn’t have to. But with this perhaps being the only shot at sealing the wall they would get, he didn’t regret being harsh on him. Even if it had earned him some dirty looks from you.

Hange continued; “Don’t have many records about them, and any records we do have are unreliable, thanks to the chaos five years ago. However…” Placing the paper down on a makeshift table, Hange pointed to the skeleton of the scouting formation, “We do know in the long range scouting formation, their unit was given false information, among those intentionally misled into thinking Eren was in the right wing.” You felt a migraine coming on, your head starting to pulse ever so slightly, which considering your situation and circumstances, you couldn’t be surprised.

Though, out of instinct, your eyes slid to Levi and his surroundings, just to make sure it wasn’t the bond telling you he was in some kind of danger. Which, taking note of what was next to and behind him, he wasn’t. Just a normal migraine. You didn’t know which was worse at this point. At least you could do something about him being in danger.

–What?– Walls, he still sounded irritated.

–Nothing. Just a headache.– You weren’t about to admit that you were staring at him to make sure he was okay. If you were anything, you were petty.

Levi already knew about the headache, he could feel it himself. He also knew why you suddenly looked over at him. He hated that his heart softened slightly. He was still livid with you for fuck’s sake. But the way you instantly looked to make sure he wasn’t in harm’s way…

How was he supposed to be okay with you riding to battle without him by your side?

“Wait just a second… that’s the section Annie attacked!” Armin realised, causing Sasha to almost break her neck by whipping her head to look at him.

“What? What does that mean?” She asked, barely able to keep her voice from shaking.

“Well… it’s entirely plausible that they told her where they thought Eren was…”

“Huh…? But why would they do that…?” The poor girl asked, her head tilted to one side. You thought she was kind of sweet, in her own way.

Glancing to Hange, who had already put the pieces together before you, they nodded in confirmation to where you’d just ended up with your thoughts. Reiner Braun and Bertholt Hoover were the most possible candidates for the Armoured and Colossal Titans.

“Where are you going with this Armin? You can’t just accuse–” Eren started what clearly was about to become a heated argument, before he was interrupted by the scientist at your side.

“I totally agree. There’s a difference between coincidence and correlation,” –but didn’t they just confirm your thoughts?– “However, I’m curious to know how the three interacted whilst training. So? What can you tell me?”

As per usual, it was Armin who spoke first. “I knew Reiner and Bertholdt were from the same region as Annie, but honestly? They never seemed that friendly toward each other.”

“Same here,” Eren continued. “You wouldn’t really catch them idly chatting away, and even when they did talk, it was usually curt. It wasn’t like Annie was very social to begin with.”

You tried to stop your bubbling hatred at the way they were talking about the Female Titan as if she were a normal human girl, and not some twisted psychopath who’d ripped your family to shreds. But it was proving difficult.

“Yeah… at meals, she seemed to prefer eating by herself. I don’t know…” Sasha thought for a moment, before her face lit up and she slapped her own fist, an idea popping into her head. “Oh! I think I've got something that struck me as weird at the time!”

Okay. Sweet? Yes. Any sense of urgency or necessary words in a sentence? No.

“I heard she liked sweets!”

Seriously? You sighed heavily.

“I’ve got nothing…” Mikasa began, before her eyes lit up slightly too. You guessed that was her own version of slapping her hand in realisation. “Except maybe that–”

“Guys, what are we doing? These are our friends we’re talking about. Our comrades. Sure, Bertholdt never has a lot to say, but Reiner’s like everyone’s big brother, ya know?”

No, actually, you wouldn’t know. You had a little brother, and you couldn’t remember a single thing about him. Not even his face. Not even his name.

“You really think he’s capable of lying to us?” Eren finished with a surprising amount of conviction for someone who’d seen first hand the devastation the Female left in her wake.

“Not only that,” you chimed in. “But how would Leonhart have known to change course? Hange said that unit was fed false intel, so how could she possibly have known where we actually were?” It was a question more to provoke thought than to disprove theories, to get further answers flowing, because how could she have known?

“You both have a point. Reiner fought Annie with everything he had. Almost got himself squeezed to a pulp in the process. And as for–” Armin stopped dead in his tracks, as if remembering something.

“Armin?” You prompted, causing the blond to raise his head again.

“He broke free at the last minute… but afterwards, Annie changed her course. In fact, she ran straight toward where you were. I briefly mentioned that you were most likely towards the centre rank but there was no way she could possibly have heard me. She wasn’t in earshot at the time, I’m sure of it.” For someone who’s words carried such conviction, Armin really had to work on his tone sounding unsure of himself. His mind truly was brilliant, as was his memory, it seemed.

“Do you remember if he seemed overly interested in Eren’s location?” You pressed, knowing you were almost to the bottom of how the fuck Leonhart found your squad. And with what looked like dawning realisation, you knew you had your answer.

“Oh no… the only reason I brought it up was because Reiner asked where Eren might be…” You had to fight the instinct to cross the room and envelope the kid in a hug. This wasn’t his fault, he had no way of knowing. You of all people could understand misplaced blame, and you knew he’d be blaming himself. “There’s… something else. Once he broke free, she stood there staring at her palm, possibly–”

“Looking at whatever Reiner had just carved into it with his blades, right?” You felt the familiar fire of battle rise in your gut, now more ready than ever to take on the fucker who lead your friends straight to their deaths.

Armin nodded in confirmation and with a hint of what you thought was gratitude that he didn’t have to say it out loud. “Maybe… maye Reiner is…”

The room fell stagnant, Levi briefly noticing that you could hear the whispers of the dead if you listened hard enough. He could feel your iron determination in his stomach and it only worsened his pool of dread. Convincing you not to do this might be harder than he initially thought.

“What is wrong with you all…?” Eren began, looking desperately between his friends. “This is Reiner we’re talking about. The man’s been with us from the beginning. You don’t just–”

“Enough!” Hange interrupted, commanding an impressive amount of the room’s attention with one order. You couldn’t help but admire them briefly. “All of you, listen up. If you cross paths with the pair in question, don’t give them any indication of what we’ve discussed, okay? And under no circumstances are you to bring up Annie Leonhart in their company. Before we can ascertain whether or not they were co-conspirators, we must find, lure and contain them underground. That’s the plan, are we clear?”

The room was a well orchestrated chorus of “Yes, clear.” before once again soldiers started busying themselves around you.

“Right, we have to go. Now!” The sheer, stony determination in Eren’s voice brought a flare of pride to your chest. He’d just found out the entire room was suspecting one of his greatest friends as an enemy of humanity and he was still as ready as ever to gallop off into action.

“Calm down, Eren.”

How many times had you heard those words in exactly that tone? You glanced back to see Levi looking between the three, a hand still clasped at the jacket around his shoulders. “I need you all to listen. This is where we separate. Erwin had his reasons for throwing this rag-tag squad together, but right now this is all riding on you.”

You wanted to slap him. As if the kid needed any more fucking pressure.

“Armin, you and Hange are the brains. Use your combined knowledge to cook us up some kind of solution,” He barely waited for a response from the blond before moving on. “Mikasa, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you’re so attached to this guy in particular but put your skills to good use. Protect him at all costs.”

Your suspicions about her own bond only solidified with her answer. “Sir, I intend to.” You could see how her and Levi were related in some way.

“And you,” he turned to Eren and you saw him flinch slightly. You imagined not many people could make him flinch, having a fighting spirit like his, but you also weren’t too surprised that one of those few people just so happened to be your partner. “Don’t fuck this up.”

Great. Now you wanted to kick him as well.

“Check your emotions, Eren,” you clenched your jaw when Levi glanced at you with a look of purpose only you could see. “Learn the meaning of the word restraint. If you let yourself succumb to blind rage all hope is lost. We can’t afford another mistake.” You borderline snarled as you felt each one of his words against your gut. You fucking knew he wasn’t just talking to Eren. You knew he was sending those messages to you too. But you weren’t succumbing to blind rage. For the first time since that day, you were seeing clearly. You knew what you had to do. This wasn’t some passionate, miscalculated display of fury. This was what was necessary in order for yourself, and humanity, to move on.

“Alright everyone, we move out in five. Everyone, check your gear and any supplies you think you’ll need!” Moblit called out above the slight din. And so you left down the steps to do just that. To find a quiet room to check your gear and engage in possibly the hardest fight in your life so far.

Because there was only one thing more terrifying than a Titan, and he just so happened to be the other half of your soul.

You heard him before you saw him, uneven, thunderous footsteps echoing down the hallway before Levi’s hand slapped the door so hard you felt the tingles of pain in your own palms. Those extra few seconds gave you time to prepare for whatever was about to happen.

He slammed the door behind him, rending not the jumped response he was expecting from you. That did not bode well.

“You’re not going.”

“You physically cannot stop me.”

“It’s an order.”

You stopped fastening the belts to your thighs, savouring the sharp burn over your stitches. “Then I guess this is insubordination.” You responded firmly, before moving onto the next strap. You’d made up your mind. You were going, and that was final.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Were you not listening?”

“Nope. You can’t stop me doing this, ‘Vi. Nothing can stop me from doing this. If this is a step closer to understanding what’s going on, then I have to help them take it.”

“Even if that means risking your life?”

You scoff, not looking up from the straps on your legs. Though you weren’t doing a lot with them, just mindlessly checking them with faux importance. “Levi, every step outside those walls we risk our lives. Why is this any different?”

“Fuck, do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You’re asking me to put this relationship above fighting for humanity?”

“Yes!” He answered before even thinking about it.

You both fell silent, staring at each other. Because in the end, that’s what this came down to. Choosing between him or humanity. You always thought you would choose him. Fuck the world, fuck the Titans, fuck everything. It could all burn if it meant you could stay with him.

But that was before Levi gave you a reason to keep fighting. If anything, he only had himself to blame. “You of all people should know that’s not possible.” It was a spiteful, venomous jab of a comment, but there was no room left for sympathy in you right now. “There has to be meaning…” you whispered, and you could feel him stop, the fight draining from his heart.

“There will–”

“No. There won’t. Not if I don’t make sure of it. You told me… you told me we keep fighting to give their deaths meaning. So let me fight. Please, Levi. I have to. Because I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to continue if everytime I get hurt I fucking hide. If I can walk, I can fight.

“And I’m walking pretty damn well.”

Levi ran a hand through his hair. He knew this would happen eventually. Knew there would be a time where you would have to run into a battle without him, it was inevitable in the Scouts, and he was only human.

But not yet.

Not now.

He thought you were fucking dead days ago. He thought he’d lost you. Having you close was the only way of knowing you weren’t dead. The bond hadn’t helped that day, what had helped was seeing you alive.

What if he never saw you alive again?

“I can’t let you do this… If something happened and I wasn’t there–”

“Then you’d be dead too, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Silence.

“How can you fucking say that…? How can you say that after what happened…? We don’t even know if that’s how it works and you’re still willing to risk it?” It was a kind of betrayal Levi didn’t think he’d ever felt before. Because this was you choosing to go away. You were choosing to leave him behind and risk the bond, risk him. Because no matter what happened, bond or no bond, if you died, he would die too.

You’d been too caught up in your grief to really think about it. Being the one to almost die, the one unconscious, you hadn’t thought about what it was like for him, hearing your voice fade from his head, feeling your presence disappear from within his chest. You hadn’t thought about it, and your constant companion of guilt thrived because of it.

“Levi…”

“Don’t. That doesn’t matter.”

You tried to reach for him, but he stepped back. “You know, Erwin told me what you said your biggest fear was. Was it a lie?”

Tears pricked your eyes, whether from the all too real wound burning on your thigh from how tight you’d pulled the strap, or the all too real wound burning in your heart, you couldn’t tell. “...No, ‘Vi. It wasn’t a lie.”

When he finally met your gaze, you had to look away. You’d never seen him look so vulnerable, so torn apart. “Then why are you doing this?”

Why were you hurting him so fucking badly?

“You know why.”

Because it would only get worse if you didn’t do this. And you would never be able to forgive yourself.

–I love you…–

“Then prove it…!” he begged, uncaring about the desperation breaking in his voice. “Stay…”

He knew the second he’d said it, you’d already made up your mind.

“...I can’t.”

His eyes widened slightly, taking a moment to comprehend what you’d just said and the meaning behind it.

“Then what are we still doing?”

Your entire world shattered with those words. You had no response, nothing to give him. You’d found yourself at a crossroads, two paths stretching either side.

“What do you mean…?” you asked, too afraid to raise your voice higher than a whisper.

Anger had fueled his words. Anger and hurt. He didn’t know how to get you to see, how to get you to back down from this. No amount of begging or pleading could get you to change your mind, so where was the point? His soul screamed at him to change his mind, but he ignored it. Wordlessly, Levi turned and left you there. For the first time in his life, he was walking away from you.

Gritting your teeth against your tears, it took you a second to push down your emotions. If you were really going to do this, you needed all your focus on the mission. Not on Levi. Wiping a stray tear from your cheek with the heel of your palm, you tried to pull on the bond between you, only to find no tension. He’d sealed his mind off from you, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

You could fix this, right? You could… you could go on the mission, come back and talk about it, right? You had to. You didn’t have a choice.

With a tug of finality on the last buckle on your thigh, you stood. And with a resolve you didn’t know you could muster right now, you strode down a path, hoping to fuck it was the right one.

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