#levi x yn

[tuwlips]

Husband! Levi whose first customer in his tea shop was you.

Husband! Levi who instantly fell in love with you. You became a regular in his tea shop and he always remembered your everyday order.

Husband! Levi who proposed to you a few years later and the two of you got married.

Husband! Levi wakes up with a smile everyday seeing your sleeping form beside him. Every morning he kisses your forehead.

Husband! Levi and you make breakfast together. The kitchen filled with your giggles.

The wind flows in through the window beside your kitchen as you sing softly. He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulders.

Oh how he loves your voice..

Husband! Levi loves listening to you talk while he brews tea for the both of you.

Husband! Levi who hangs up paintings and illustrations made by you on the walls of his tea shop.

The tea shop has little of you everywhere. Things that remind him of you. Unbeknownst to you, he has dedicated himself and the tea shop to you.

[m-jelly]

Touch is so important to Levi.

Touch is a way he can show his love, feel connected, be reassured and to feel safe.

Simple touches bring a smile to his face and give him a warmth that make him relax.

He'll lightly touch your skin to remind himself that you are there with him. He'll trace patterns on your skin rather absentmindedly, or just run his fingertips in a clawing motion. Other times he'll trace his name or a heart so you know he loves you and you are all his.

He enjoys how soft and warm your skin is, he just has to touch you as often as he can. He will lightly touch you when you're sat together, or when he holds you against him.

His touch can be possessive as well and an indication he is aroused. His grip is hard on your thigh. He'll squeeze and massage it tightly to let you know you are his, as well as to make you tingle and feel deep desire in you just like he feels. His squeezes always get higher up.

Touch doesn't always have to be by hand. He likes touching you with his leg, his knee or his arm. He has to make sure he's touching you in some way. The contact reassures him that you are right there next to him and you will never leave him.

Something you both love is when he touches you with his lips. He drags his lips along your shoulder and up your neck. He'll smile against your skin and kiss you lightly, sometimes he'll bite and lick your skin. It's not always to turn you on but is done playfully.

Lying in your arms is another way he adores touching you, or you lying in his.

Touch is so important to Levi.

[levitiquee]

"Coffee? This shit's expensive."

You reached for the packet that was sitting on top of the desk, surprised. Coffee was for rich nobles, not for soldiers with meager pay. Levi swatted at your hand.

"Don't touch my shit."

"What?" You took back your hand, pouting at him. "I was just saying."

Levi shot a glare at you, irritated. "Why don't you just shut up and go back to your work? My possessions are none of your business."

You groaned, eyes flicking to the empty papers in front of you that you were supposed to write reports on. "But I've been working for hours. My fingers hurts. Let me take a break."

"Stop being dramatic.

"I'm not being dramatic. You're being dramatic." You mumbled, again reaching for the package. He didn't try to stop you this time. He only glanced, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, then going back to working. You were stubborn as fuck and he had learnt long ago telling you not to do something only inspired you to do the opposite, specially when you realized it pissed him off.

"Where the heck did you even get this?" You flip the packet, eyes widening at the price. It wasn't just expensive, it was super expensive. Levi sighed.

"Must you be so nosy all the damn time?"

"Yes." You nod, eager to know. You weren't going to let it go until you got answers. You were stubborn that way. And his unwillingness only made you all the more interested.

Or maybe you just loved pissing him off. It was amusing in a way.

Your crude captain barely ever showed emotions, so you'll take what you get. Even if the only emotions he has the capacity to display is annoyance and frustration.

Getting him riled up was perhaps, the highlight of your day. Only source of entertainment ment in the four walls of this boring facility.

What made it all better was, he'd grumble, he'd complain, he'd spew curses under his breath, but he'd still let you stick around. And he'd rather die than admit it, but it made you think that perhaps, he didn't find you as 'unpleasant' as he says he does after all.

"I didn't get it." He responded irritatedly, eyes on the papers.

"Huh?" You tilted your head, not satisfied. "What do you mean? What, this packet just grew legs and started walking and came all the way up over here? Plus, I didn't think you even like coffee. I only ever saw you drink tea–"

"You talk too much."

"Okay but," You ignored his little snide remark. "No, but this is premium quality and you haven't even opened it yet. Why'd you get it of you won't have it?"

"I didn't get it." He repeated. "And I don't like coffee."

"Thought so." You nodded. That's also another reason you were surprised to see the packet. He loathed coffee, you knew. Even though the cheap shit served in the cafeteria was truly repulsive, you would chug it down without hesitation. And the face Levi made every damn time was worth it all. That's how you learnt the bitter captain surprisingly hated the bitter drink.

"So if you're not gonna have it, can I have some? Because I'm falling asleep."

"No. I can't stand the smell of it."

"Of course you don't." You scoffed. "You drink your tea just fine though. In my opinion, that tastes more horrible."

"I didn't bring you here to comment about my drink preferences."

"Volunteering. Because you have shit preferences and someone needs to let you know–"

"Do you ever shut up?"

"No." You grinned. "Where'd you get it captain?"

"If I tell you, will you shut up?" He looked up, exasperated.

You pretended to consider. "Perhaps."

He glared at you.

"Okay I might." You nodded. "No promises, but I might. Go on, tell me."

He stared at you skeptically, weighing his options of either answering your questions so that you'd let it go or smack you in the face with the heavy file. He was seriously considering the latter at this point.

Then he sighed.

"I just know this is gonna make this worse." He muttered. "If you must know, it was a gift."

"A gift?!" Your jaw dropped.

"Captain! Who gifted you something so expensive? Don't tell me you have a secret lo-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter." He snapped, cutting you off before you could say it.

"Okay." You raised your hand in mock surrender. "Okay. No secret lovers got it. Who was it then?"

He pinched his nose bridge closing his eyes. Bracing himself for the shit you were going to give him after what he's going to say next.

"Some random Garrison Regiment Squad leader I think. Captain sova or shiva or something of that sort. Carried some heavy loads for her and then she got all soppy and grateful and wanted to express her thanks, despite my insistence that I despised coffee." He explained, ignoring the change on your expression with every word. Dear walls, he can practically hear the screws turning in your head.

"...no way." You gaped at him.

"How expensive is this shit anyway?" He reached for the packet, curiosity poking him at the genuine disbelief in your face.

"50$?" His eyes widened, brows raising. He had no idea gratitude for helping out was worth that much.

"You're just noticing it now?!" You were absolutely appalled.

"I told you I have no interest towards coffee." He said defensively.

"But– how could you not?"

"Because it's insignificant?"

"It's–" You weren't sure whether you should laugh or cry. "Have you heard of the term, 'curiosity'?"

"I simply don't care. I have way too much in my plate to sit around and observe the price of a coffee package. Have I mentioned that I loathe coffee?"

"Jeez, it was a gift. You could at least pretend to care."

He only raised an eyebrow.

"I mean..you might not have a lot of interest in coffee," You said. "But she sure sounds as if she had much interest in you."

"She? The captain?" Levi furrowed his brows, clueless.

"Yes?!" You were even more confused to see his confused expression. "Who else would I talk about?"

He shook his head. "You're misunderstanding. She was just grateful."

"Grateful because you helped her heave heavy things? So she pays you back with 50$?"

Levi pressed his lips together, considering your words. Now that he thinks about it... no it's just you making the situation more than it is.

" .... How am I to know what she was thinking?" He said finally.

You rolled your eyes. "Well.." You asked after a while. "Did she try to express her gratitude in..any other way?"

"You're not gonna drop this, are you?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Of course you won't, you nosy little shit." He sighed. "She sent me a letter last monday."

You almost fell out of your chair. "You're telling me this now?!" You demanded. "What did she say?" Half of your body was practically on the desk, you were so leaning forward so much in excitement

"You're hopeless." He shook his head at the gleam in your eyes. "Not everything is drama. She only thanked me and asked if she could treat me to dinner some night."

It was how he said that with a straight face that got you. The lack of interest, the blank expressions, it all added up.

You sat back down in silence as you realized that he wasn't really trying to deny anything because he was flustered.

He simply had no fucking idea.

"Captain. Just..how dense are you?" You asked softly, almost in awe. How a man like him could be so clueless you had no idea.

"Watch your mouth, brat."

"No offence meant." You said casually, setting his irritated words aside, too invested to give a fuck. "But did you say yes?"

"To what?"

"The dinner proposal? What else?"

"Of course not." He looked surprised you even considered the idea. "Do you have any idea how busy I am? And it's annoying. She's acting as if I saved her life and now she owes me a life debt."

You internally sent words of sympathy to the unfortunate woman. Girlie couldn't have picked a worse person to flirt with.

"Oh poor her."

"What poor her?"

"Captain. Do you seriously...not realize that she..asked you out..?"

He stared at you for a few seconds, ears growing red. "Bullshit." He muttered.

It took every bit of your effort to hold back the laugher bubbling in you. It was already difficult enough to keep a straight face. He looked so embarrassed it was hilarious.

You wondered how many girls had ever flirted with him like this and he had no fucking idea, probably shook it off thinking they were just being nice. How many hearts has he broken without even realizing it?

"Well, was she pretty at least?"

He shot an incredulous look. "I can't even remember her name, and you think I memorized her face?"

"Huh. Fair enough."

A giggle escaped you despite your hard efforts to hide your amusement. That seemed to have embarrassed him more.

"Don't laugh. There's nothing funny here."

"Oh if only you knew exactly how hilarious it is." You grinned. "I'm like two seconds away from losing it."

"I will hit you if you don't stop laughing."

You pursed your lips, the corner of your mouths still quirking up.

"Captain."

"No." He cut you off. He was tired. He was embarrassed. He was flustered. He had zero desire left to talk with you and he was fully aware nothing that ever comes out of your mouth is pleasant.

But of course you ignored him.

"Have you ever even been on a date?"

He groaned, cursing internally. This is the last thing he wanted to talk about today.

"You have no sense of privacy." He hissed.

"No. I'm serious. Because that seems highly unlikely." You continued, yet again paying no mind to his pissed remarks.

"I'm too busy."

"Nah." You shook your head. "You're too clueless. You wouldn't be able to tell if someone likes you even if they held up a sign with huge red block letters spelling out the words 'I love you!'"

"Stop."

Yeah, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold that laugh back.

"You've never been on a date in this... I don't know, how old even are you– like twenty something years of your life?"

"I'm thirty. And no."

"Holy fuck, you're old." You exclaimed, caught off guard by the information. You knew he was older than you, just didn't think he was in thirties already. He looks so...young.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"It's not that old. I'm hardly a couple years older than you."

"Still old." You shrugged. "But damn, you're life's as dry as sandpaper."

"You do realize my life revolves around fighting titans? So excuse me if I didn't give romance a chance because I was too busy trying not to die." He mumbled.

You spluttered a cough trying to hide the sound of the laughter choking you. He had looked away when he said the words, but the tips of his ears were so, so red.

Never in your life have you seen him this flustered.

"Can you shut up now and let me work?"

"Aren't you charming?" You raised an eyebrow.

Then you paused.

"Say, captain, let me help you." You suddenly said. You couldn't resist the urge to fuck with him a little more. You'd be damned if you didn't.

"With... what?"

You grinned. "Dating. I could be your official love life assistant."

The reaction was exactly as you thought it'd be. His face was absolutely flushed.

"Fuck off."

"Now, that's just mean." You pretended to be offended. "Tip 1: you don't speak to ladies like that."

He stood up without saying a word, walking around the table and stopping besides you. Then with two fingers, he flicked your forehead. Hard.

"Ouch." You cursed under your breath, rubbing your temple and turning to look at him as he walked towards the door. "What was that for?"

"Youre insufferable." He said as he twisted open the door.

"Why thank you." You mumbled as he slammed the door shut behind him. "You're extremely lovable as well, beloved captain."

Levi leaned against the door, the corners of his mouth twitching up the slightest as he heard your laugher through the door.

Oh, but here's the the thing Levi hadn't told you.

That maybe, maybe, the reason he never even considered the approaches of the admirers, or even sometimes realize their intention wasn't because he was clueless. Maybe it's because he barely ever processes the words or the actions, think about it for a second for the situations to make sense.

That maybe, he had no intention to let anyone new in his life because he already had you. What more could he possibly want?

How could he? Not when you existed in his life, with your stupid face and your stupid voice and your stupid, stupid, stupid laugh.

Maybe, just maybe.

He doesn't notice faces much because yours never leave his mind.

@sad-darksoul

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝), 𝐋. 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙘𝙝. 𝟭𝟯𝟬+

 It was cold, like most nights on the coast, with rarely any reprieve but Levi never complained. His very nature of endurance prevented him from ever complaining so he opted to sit up in bed and embrace it. Goosebumps littered his skin as he stared out the bedroom window towards the rolling sea.

I dreamed of the stars, now look at me.

Levi Ackerman should be happy. He retired from the military, the war was long over, and he never had to return to that wretched place that forced him away from the treasures of the world. He should be happy.

“Levi, what’re you doing awake?” Your voice from beside Levi startled him slightly. His eyes darted over to you, tensing unconsciously. You opened your eyes fully at his lack of response and saw his expression; ready for combat.

From beneath the bedsheets, you reached your hand to grasp his clenched fist, then, and only then did he release slightly. He looked around once again but was met with the familiar sight of the bedroom.

“You’re safe, there is no war,” you whispered, the same tone you had said every time prior.

“I’m not stupid I know,” Levi mumbled. The vulnerability of admitting the trauma his life had given him was something Levi was not prepared for so he chose the next option; avoidance.

“I never said you were but you looked tense,” you said, getting up to match his eye level while remaining on the bed. “I just wanted to be there for you.”

Levi paused for a moment, he lashed out at you again. Though you had explained to him previously that you understood his defensiveness it still made him feel awful whenever he lashed out. That horrible feeling led him into believing he could never escape the horrors he had been subjected to.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry.” He rubbed his hands together awkwardly.

“I know.” You smiled, Levi thought he did not deserve that grace. “But you’re getting better at recognizing it? Can’t you see?”

No, Levi could not. The progress you saw was entirely invisible to him so he simply sighed.

“Would you want to have some tea?”

“I’m up for it,” you said gleefully. 

Levi got up using his walking cane, refusing assistance from you, and headed towards the shared kitchen. You remained silent as you sat down on a nearby table and opened a book knowing full well the tea-making process helped him to relax. It was clear cut for Levi, the steps were ingrained into his mind, even after all these years.

Hange taught me this trick.

Levi paused in his straining.

Hange.

The ‘four-eyed freak’ popped into his mind. For once in his life, he missed their charisma, their ability to lighten any mood, and most importantly their quirks. Levi looked around the kitchen but was met with empty space, Hange would always annoy him when he was brewing tea. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you sitting idly at the table reading. Levi shook his head as he realized his own foolishness, he was not alone in this struggle.

“Can you stand by me?” The words came out stuttered and forced but for Levi to admit help this was the only way. You smiled at propped yourself on a nearby counter, watching him silently. “How was your day?”

“Good. Gabi dropped by and gave me some fruit she bought at the market, they’re supposed to be exotic.”

This was nice, this was normal.

“Keep talking,” he commanded.

You droned on and on about your day, recapping drama, reminiscing, sharing opinions, and so on. He never interrupted you but looked even more focused on his tea-making process. 

“Done.” You stopped talking instantly and helped to put the tea and saucers onto the table. As you both sat there was a sad tinge in his eyes that you quickly picked up on.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Levi paused in contemplation, did he want to talk about it?

“Do you remember that time Hange thought it would be funny to lock us in Erwin’s office?” Levi looked down at his tea with a broken smile, his index finger rubbing the ceramic thoughtfully.

“You tried kicking the door down if I recall correctly.” You chuckled.

“You slept on one of the desk chairs until I woke you up.” Levi lifted his eyes to yours which were already staring at him. “Do you miss them?”

There was a lull. Did you miss your fallen comrades?

“Every day,” you whispered.

“How do you live?” Levi had stopped avoiding, he was tired of running.

“I have to focus on the present because if I stop to look back I’ll-” You stopped yourself as you lifted a hand to quiet your sobs. “I’ll remember how they all died, right in front of me.”

Levi regretted asking you these questions, it did more harm than good. It was better to just move on but that was easier said than done. He decided, looking at you, that he would try to live the life all his comrades dreamed of, he would try to live in peace.

“Do you want more tea?” He was mournful.

“No, I’m fine,” you hurriedly muttered, wiping the snot leaking from your nose. 

“I’m gonna go back to bed,” Levi whispered, already grabbing his cane.

“I’ll go with.” The dishes were left on the table, that was tomorrow’s problem.

The room was as cold as before but Levi shirked away from it now. He glanced dismally at his bed and quickly climbed under the covers, pulling you closer than before. The newfound contact surprised you for a moment but you leaned into him.

“Don’t leave me too,” he whispered, voice gravelly, breath hot on your neck. 

“I’m right here,” you whispered. Your hand grabbed his and you leaned your back further into his front. “Can’t you feel me?”

“You’re warm.” You were puzzled for a moment, Levi hated being warm or even humid. “This feels nice.”

And at least for this sole moment, he meant every word.

[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween III

Content: 1.6k words of the evening after trick or treating with your and Levi's daughter.

Not required: Part I /////// Part II

"Happy Halloween! Have a good night!" You call out and wave to your friends from your front porch.

"Mama! Come in!" Your little girl calls from in the living room.

It's Halloween night and you and your husband Levi have recently returned home from a night out of trick or treating with your daughter and some family friends who are on their way home.

"Coming darling." You say and come back in, shutting the door and locking it.

"Boo!" You fake scream as she jumps at you as you turn, your husband standing close by with a smile.

"Oh! My wicked little witch!" You chuckle and poke her shoulder, referring to the costume she's picked this year.

"Our pretty little witch." Levi corrects you, taking her hat and broom.

She giggles and goes dancing around the room, calling out to the newest member of the family, a black cat that made it's way into your yard one day some months back and has been an indoor kitty ever since, after very little effort from you daughter in convincing you and Levi.

"There you are!" She picks him up and he mews at her happily.

"Just a few minutes then let's get you cleaned up." Levi says, taking the bag of candy that's been collected into the kitchen for inspection.

She's so attached to the cat, and he to her, that you know it was the right decision to let him stay.

"Anything good in there?" You come in too, looking through the bag.

Your little one comes in too and plops the cat onto the chair and looks at all the goodies with you.

"Did you have a nice time tonight?" Levi asks as you all sort through the candy.

"Yes daddy! I always have a good time with you and mommy and uncle Erwin!" She says of the family friend who you'd been with earlier, along with his wife and son.

The running joke between you is that one day your daughter would marry their son. Levi always shot it down just for the fact that his little princess would stay little forever in his eyes.

Heading fast to her preteen years, Levi is hanging on as long as he can. You are less worried about what will surely happen one day, and more worried about raising a teen girl in the future. You remember your own years, and Levi has no idea.

"Okay pumpkin, let's get you out of your costume." You say after sorting a little bit.

Levi puts the cat on the floor who scurries after her as she wanders to the bathroom. You follow to help remove the makeup and fake play nails.

Sure that she can undress herself after helping unfasten part of the outfit, you let her close the door to her room to get into pajamas and go to your room to do the same.

"Evening Mrs Ackerman." Levi comes into the room to get out of his day clothes too, coming over to pull you into a hug.

"Hello Mr Ackerman." You smile and hug him tight, resting your head on his chest as he sighs contently, both of you enjoying the moment after a noisy evening.

"I'm happy to be home." Levi says, kissing you head.

It had been fun, of course, but it is true you both enjoy the simple sounds of your little girls happy laughter as she chases her kitty around the house, much more then the excitement of the whole neighborhood out and about all at once. Thankfully it's not an everyday occurrence.

You both finish getting into pajamas and go meet your daughter in the living room. She's sitting on the couch, kitty on her lap, with a few pieces of candy, ready to be eaten.

"Oh, let's see what we have." You come sit on one side and Levi on the other. You already told her a couple pieces tonight is okay, and, the thoughtful girl she is, has included your favorites in the pile.

"Could we watch a movie?" She asks you hopefully.

"Well, it isn't a school night, so we can start one until we get tired." It will take a little more time to settle down anyway.

"I won't get tired!" She says excitedly with a slight bounce, making the cat adjust and blink up at her. She leans in to kiss his head and pet him and he settles right back down, purring loudly.

"How he was ever an outside cat, I'll never know." You chuckle.

After a couple tries you agree on a shorter movie and snack on your candy as it starts.

Levi takes all the candy wrappers and stands to go throw them in the trash. As he passes the couch back to his seat on the far side, he squeezes your shoulder adoringly.

You give him a sweet smile as he sits down and without words and a light in his eyes that's reserved only for the people in the room, you can feel how much he adores his family.

You know at one time Levi felt maybe he wasn't deserving of such a gift as a loving family. You try to tell him and show him all the time, and over the years, he finally stopped stressing that maybe this wouldn't be there one day, and now looks forward to waking up every morning with his family.

You mouth 'I love you' to him and he feels his heart skip a beat. He'll never tire of it.

Turning you attention back to the movie and hear your daughter yawn after just a few minutes.

"Let's get your teeth brushed, then we can keep watching." Levi says, gently removing the cat from her lap who is sleepy enough to just crawl right into the oval shaped cat bed on the floor by the coffee table.

It's apparent she isn't going to make it the whole movie now that things are more calm, and brushing teeth is a must.

You all head to the bathroom and brush. You and Levi are going to bed soon too.

"Want to finish the movie in the morning?" You ask once you're all finished.

But she opens her eyes wide and tells you she's not tired.

You hide a shared smile with Levi and go continue the movie, and as expected very soon your daughter can't keep her head up anymore and her head is falling forward.

"Come on you." Levi picks her up and you turn the tv off and follow behind as you both tuck her in.

"Daddy, read a chapter in my book." She mumbles as her head hits the pillow.

"Are you sure sweetie?" He asks, sitting on the edge of her bed as your hand him her current read.

"Please." She insists, though her eyes are closed.

She's old enough to read herself and will read with you or by herself at times, but still enjoys when you read to her, especially when she's sleepy.

So Levi takes out the bookmark of the shorter chapter book and begins reading a couple pages. While she falls asleep listening to her daddy's voice, you straighten up a few things around the room so you can listen too.

You love hearing him read these middle grade books that maybe you read way back when and he maybe missed out on due to some hardships.

He reads softly and closes the book just a page and a half in after seeing your daughter is asleep. You come over and hug him from behind and kiss his cheek as you watch her sleep for a few minutes before leaving the room quietly and heading back to your room.

Slipping into bed you snuggle up close and rest your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you right away and he rubs your back.

"Thank you." He says it a lot in these quiet moments when he's so thankful for you and your daughter and this life together that he loves so much.

"I love you so much sweetheart. You make us so happy." You kiss his chin and nuzzle into his chest.

"I love you too." He sighs and closes his eyes with a smile.

While Levi's unease of good things happening in his life has lessened over the years, he loves that you never stop reassuring him. He'll make you and your daughter happy for the rest of his days, just as you do for him.

"There's a lot of candy to get through." You mumble, making him chuckle.

"I'll bring some to work. Not the good stuff, that stays here." He notes.

"What do you think she'll want to be next year?" You ask as you listen to his heartbeat.

Next year is a long way off. Who knows what she'll be into then? And who knows when it will be the last year she does trick or treating and instead goes to a party.

"She could go as a popstar, as long as she's happy." And as long as the outfit isn't too adult, of course.

With the way she loves books, you wouldn't be surprised if she's a character in whatever her favorite is at that time. You can only imagine.

"Goodnight love." Levi says after a few minutes, feeling your body settle into his.

"Night." You say as your eyes close.

In the meantime, you'll all take all the costumes, trick or treating, movies and story time you can get together.

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Thanks to @chaotic-on-main for a little inspirational idea :)

[levi-4uckerman]

"It is a one time thing, after all."

Alpha!Levi x Omega!Reader pt 2! Approx. 5300 words.

Part One

| summary: Reader is an Omega stranded on a boat with her Captain (Alpha!Levi) and oops she ran out of heat suppressants! （ꉺ౪ꉺ）

| tags/tw: NSFW!!! MINORS LOOK AWAY!!, omegaverse, Alpha!Levi, Omega!Reader, knots, pregnancy mentions, mating, heats. NSFW tags: knotting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), PIV sex, rough...ish sex?, breeding mentions.

RBs appreciated! May post on ao3 later if I'm feelin froggy.

Levi had entered the cabin in those early morning hours in which the sun had barely kissed the horizon; there was a storm brewing outside, which rocked the waves and therefore, the ship. You found the angry ocean's stirring comparable to the twisting and turning within your gut, making you wince. "I... fuck," you screw your eyes shut, biting your lip as you feel Levi's hand retract from your own. You hadn't known just how much his proximity had affected you, but you soon found yourself missing the closeness. The heat from his skin, the calluses of his palm... your Omega brain computed so much from just the simplest of touches from your Alpha-- err, Captain.

You feel your mattress shift, looking over to see him at your side. He was peeling off his jacket, his steely gaze fixed on you, his expression unreadable.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asks, his tone flat and indifferent.

A sudden clap of thunder makes you jolt. Your Captain remains unperturbed, simply holding his uninterested stare.

You were still panting, uncomfortable. You meet his eyes and purse your lips. "N-not with an Alpha."

He raises his eyebrows as if he were surprised. "Is... is it gonna be different from the betas I've--?"

Captain Levi tsks softly, pulling his shirt over his head and taking a moment to fold it carefully before placing it upon the desk seated by the porthole window; he glances at the rain pelting persistently against its glass. His response was short, to the point. "Betas don't have a knot."

Your abdomen tightened at the mention of a knot, the wetness in the seat of your underwear growing uncomfortable. You swallow thickly as Levi turns to face you.

Your eyes fall over the planes of his chest, the sight of him in only his trousers, his pale skin so pretty in the dim light of your cabin. You feel your mouth water when his hands fall down to his belt, working at the buckle. You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out.

"Hush, Omega."

The stirring in your belly was becoming a whirlwind, your lips drawing into a tight frown. Shaking, your hands creep upward to the straps of your tank top, and you start pulling. If it weren't for your forsaken heat brain, you knew it would feel awkward to undress before your Captain. But for the life of you, you couldn't put it together... why you craved such an audience...

You found yourself wanting him to watch. You wanted to hear his breath hitch in his throat as you eased the cup of your bra down below your breast and groped your skin. You wanted to feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch when you looped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a sensual kiss. You wanted to feel his cock throbbing in your tight grasp--

Your hands pause over the clasp of your bra, realizing you had only two articles of clothing separating you from your corporal's increasingly hungry gaze. The tension in the air is thick, and you can barely keep your head up beneath its weight. Your eyes fall to his lips, newly wet with his spit as he licks them.

"Can I kiss you, Captain?”

Levi narrows his eyes, processing your request. He supposes he shouldn't deny you the comfort, even though the better half of him knows it isn't a grand idea. Kissing was for lovers, and you were only his soldier. He was doing you a favor. Alas, he found himself approaching you, reclaiming his seat on your thin mattress. His hands meet your bare waist as he leans over you, preparing to claim your mouth with his own.

Your heart thumps in your chest. Is it really happening? You suddenly find yourself worrying about the messiness of your cabin or the smell of your heat oozing out everywhere… your doubts are soon interrupted by Levi’s thumb and forefinger pinching your chin, tilting your face towards his. His lips hovering over yours, he growls lightly, “Right here, in this moment, I am not your Captain.”

His lips are plusher, warmer than you expected. You welcome the contact, whimpering softly and immediately tangling your fingers into his raven locks.

His scent envelopes you, dominating your senses, easing your inner turmoil, even if only slightly. He smells of rain and forests, woodsy and clean. You inhale it as if he were your life source, clinging desperately to every breath.

Your head is still spinning, a sphere of anxiety still turning, deep and heavy within your gut. You will your body to loosen up. If you could just relax, maybe you could close your eyes and forget who it was that was wedging himself between your legs, his kisses increasing in their fervor at an agonizingly slow pace. Maybe you could forget how it was Captain Levi slipping his tongue in between the cleft of your lips, demanding entry. His hand was sneaking up to your neck, tentative but steadfast in doing so.

Moving from your chin to your cheek, Levi softly-- so soft, you thought you had imagined it --caresses the side of your face. You shudder at the intimate touch, the discomfort in your tummy beginning to settle down as he lent himself to you. His skin was growing hotter, he was beginning to drip sweat onto your chest as he commences to rutting his hips against your core mindlessly. As your storm had calmed, his was only dawning; your bodies pick up the pace, grinding desperately against each other as if you had done this a hundred times.

Too soon, he breaks away from you. And naturally-- as if you needed to feel any more shameless --you cry out for him, in a way that makes you feel not only pitiful, but downright dirty. "A-alpha," you keen, reaching for him. "Please..,"

Captain Levi has a moment of pause, then. His hands, which were poised over his trousers, stop moving entirely of their own accord. That word, rather that title, had not been uttered in his presence in a very long time. Too long, he was beginning to think, as the hairs at the nape of his neck prickle and a growl forms deep in his chest. He takes a deep breath. Two deep breaths.

As a young Omega, you had been warned of ruts from a very young age. Stay away from Alphas acting strangely. Stay close to your Alpha brothers when able. Once you'd joined the Scouts, it was stay close to your Alpha Captain... following that logic, you'd be in a pickle. You didn't miss the way something instinctual flickers within his gaze, almost as if a switch had been flipped-- a big, heavy, dusty switch. All it took was one word, and you had him crumbling before you. Could you tell? He wondered, somewhere in the far corner of his mind.

Levi is unmoving for a time, his calculating gaze never leaving you, while you squirm and reach for him. He hadn't been in a rut since he was a young Alpha, still learning how to use his knot. Compatible mates were few and far between, a fact he'd come to be grateful for as he grew older and his priorities changed. He hadn't expected this to come of you, an Omega he'd likely have never run into had he stayed underground. What shall I do with you, Little Omega?

Caught in the heat of his steely stare, you could practically feel yourself dripping, further wetting the already drenched fabric beneath you. It was all so unbearably uncomfortable, and yet you felt as if you could only wait. For what, you didn't know.

You utter a single word within one last pathetic whimper before the Alpha made any move at all. "Sorry," you speak softly, finally daring to look away.

In all of your time with the Scouts, you knew well just how fast the Captain could move. However, being his target was something else entirely. He dives for you with grace, his warm palms colliding with your bare middle as he settles between your thighs, nudging your legs apart with ease.

"Ah!" You echo pitifully through the small cabin as the Alpha extends an arm, collecting a mess of your hair so quickly, you have no time to process the pain before your mouth is against his once more. This kiss-- if you could call it that --is fervid, desperate, carnivorous as if he were trying to consume you all in one go. It's teeth, tongue, and everything in between as you writhe into his touch, reaching a trembling hand between your legs, giving your aching wetness the attention it had been begging for since you woke up.

With a growl, Levi snatches your wrist away from your dripping center, advancing on you so that you are not only below him, but lying supine beneath him entirely. He breaks the kiss to reach down, swiftly removing his fatigues that have been settled loose around his waist the entire time. Your eyes immediately fall to the bulge in his briefs, the strain of his Alpha cock against the thin fabric looking incredibly uncomfortable.

"Eyes up," he commands, and you oblige without hesitation. You are frozen in his gaze, watching as he hungrily paws at your exposed flesh, his warm hands making you blush. He unclasps your bra in record time, tossing it aside without a care. You don't dare break eye contact with the Captain as he kneels forward, placing a featherlight kiss on your sternum while tenderly massaging the soft tissue and relishing in your pretty little gasps when his fingers pinch the stiff peaks of your nipples.

Between kisses and licks, he speaks to you in a breathy growl with what you can tell are the last few bites of self control that he's got in him. "We're compatible mates," he says, calling your attention to his lips. You can only watch as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it harshly and then releasing it with a small pop! "I plan on knotting you, Omega. We need to finish what we've started."

Shakily, you nod. All you can do was watch, the air now missing from your lungs. You continue to run your hands through his dampened hair while he trails more tiny kisses down your abdomen, stopping at your underwear, already thoroughly soaked with the evidence of your arousal. You can hear Levi groan deep in his throat.

He tugs the fabric down from your hips, over your thighs, knees, and then onto the floor. With one last glimpse at his silver orbs, you wince at the first contact he makes with your center. You are delighted for it to be his tongue.

"Levi--!" You expel, your eyes clamped tightly shut, your thighs threatening to flatten his head between them. His large hands grasp them easily, prying them apart to give you his attention. You can tell his patience is thin, the look in his eyes speaking for him. "What is it, Omega?"

"Y-you don't have to do that!" You squeak, fighting the urge to bite your lip when you feel him trail a finger down your leaking slit. "I-it's okay. We can just... get the hard part over with and be d-done."

He cocks a brow at you, but you wouldn't have noticed anyway. Your eyes are drawn shut still, blush hot on your face as you buck against his finger, alternating between prodding at your entrance and twirling wet, messy circles around your throbbing clit. "Are you not having fun, soldier?" Your eyes open spontaneously because he just spit on your fucking pussy. As if you needed any more lubrication. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, making such a fucking mess."

His head is back between your thighs. Tossing your head backwards, you cannot help the cry of 'alpha!' that slips from your lips in your wanton ecstasy. You're so wet with slick and sweat, you can only barely differentiate the pressure of his tongue from the pressure of his finger, but you can tell that one is swirling gentle circles around your clit and the other one is greedily slurping from your sodden core. He must be acting on instinct with the way he devours you like a man starved, you think.

You feel him inside you, finally. Two fingers deep, you can feel his digits pumping and scissoring within your walls, massaging the parts of you that haven't been touched in months. "I-I just meant, if you don't want t-to get messy--,"

"Mating is messy," he says, so matter-of-factly that you'd think he was talking about the weather. "I need to prepare you, Omega. You've never taken an Alpha before."

So chivalrous, you think with an internal scoff.

"Alpha," you cry once more, unable to fend off the sense of an impending climax. "I-I'm so close...,"

He growls, working harder at your essence, now slipping three fingers easily into your sopping mess of a cunt. He fingers you, growling all the while, watching as you writhe under his touch with such beautiful urgency. You're sweating, the sweat beading on your forehead, your puffy lips fixed into a pout as you jerk your hips every which way, desperate for release. "More," you cried, your stupid Omega pussy aching to be filled, and fingers just weren't going to cut it-- even if they did belong to an Alpha. Your Alpha.

But Levi wasn't ready to spoil this quite yet. He tsked and shook his head, the slightest ghost of a smirk spreading across his face at the disappointed whimper you release. "Make do, Omega," he tells you, his voice deeper than it was before. "Fall apart for me."

"Alpha," you weep pitifully, actual tears forming as you focus on climbing the mountain, reaching your peak for your Alpha. Do it for your Alpha.

"A-ah!" You cry out one last time, your walls fluttering around Levi's fingers as he continues to pump them-- he knew it wouldn't be long before your perfect little breeding body is ready for more. "I-I'm cumming, Alpha," you moan softly, allowing yourself to tumble into the depths of pleasure, finally slipping from that wonderful ledge. You orgasm in blinding technicolor, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

For a moment, you feel relieved. It's like a cool breeze on a hot summer day; welcomed, unexpected, but short-lived. You have maybe three minutes of rest, drool seeping pooling at the corners of your mouth, lips sore from all of the kissing and biting, your eyes closed and your hair flayed out onto the pillow beneath you. It'd been a long, long time since anyone other than yourself managed to get you off. You could shrug it off as being due to your heat, but a darker part of you knew that Levi was a large piece of the puzzle. Levi, the Alpha set on mating you, and those damn hands. Those damn hands attached to those damn fingers that were still massaging your quivering wetness.

"Spent already?" He asks suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts as a fresh pool of your arousal forms in the palm of his hand. "I think you've got another one in you, yeah?"

"No!" You shake your head fervidly. "Not your fingers!"

"No?" He repeats slowly, pulling them from your searing wetness.

"'Need you, Alpha," you groan, the coil in your tummy tightening once more. "'Need your knot...,"

Before you know it, you're clenching around nothing. Sputtering out a disappointed whine, you squirm and cry and reach out for your Alpha, who had given you the world and then taken it away just as quickly. Your little Omega heart was breaking as tears clung to your lashes, your arms extending and feeling for some semblance of him, somewhere...

You sigh, loud and shameless, when his mouth reclaims yours. The taste of you on his tongue intensifies the pleasure, the experience as a whole; you melt beneath your Captain, who had you wrapped around his fingers. His long, beautiful fingers…

“If I fuck you now, it’s gonna hurt,” he pants through gritted teeth, his clothed arousal shamelessly rutting into you. “So impatient.”

All you can manage is a whine, the pheromones in the room making your head spin. You don't care. You don't want fingers, as good as they felt, fucking you through the first orgasms of your heat. You could cream on his hands a hundred times and it wouldn’t satisfy you the way you knew his cock would; of course, in this state, you didn’t have the mind to put these thoughts to words.

Instead, you growl out, “Shut up, Levi,” in a moment of bravery that perplexed you as much as it aggravated him.

“Brat.” Is his only response as he pulls your hips down to him, grasping your thighs and folding them over your abdomen with ease. Your flexible omega body was made for this, made for an Alpha to bully around and fold into whatever lustful origami they deemed fit. You sigh when that hard, hot bulge makes contact with your aching sex. Even through his briefs, you're smitten with the sensation, just happy to be so close to the real thing.

Your mouth open, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy, you groan. "Please, Alpha," you whisper. "Let me feel you."

And who was Levi to deny you that? Grunting, you feel him pull away. A few seconds and some shuffling later, and he has returned to you. He allows your legs to fall from the mating press into a more comfortable position, taking precautions not to cause you too much pain on your first excursion into Alpha territory. He advances, then, pressing himself into your weeping center...

"O-oh," you breath out, a relieved sigh leaving your pretty pink lips.

Levi's dick hadn't touched an Omega in a decade at least. He had underestimated his own response, his own want; naked, the head of his cock pressing against your warm welcoming entrance, he was just as relieved as you. His rut wasn't fully-fledged quite yet, but in spite of that, he was absolutely purring at the sensation.

"Levi!" You gasp teasingly. "I never took you for one to purr."

“I’m not,” he snaps, his large hands gripping your hips with white knuckles. “You just-… fuck, it just feels so good.”

You can practically hear the way he bares his sharp canines at the declaration, his purr rumbling deep in his chest; instinctive, soothing, so loud above you that you could almost feel it reverberating within your own rib cage. You whine pitifully, your hands rising up to him and then hesitating, not sure what to do with them.

“Touch me,” he croaks, his eyes clenched shut in concentration. “Y-you can touch me.”

Enthused, you oblige, allowing your palms to travel the smooth expanse of his skin, marveling at its warmth while he splits you open. That’s right, you remember, your walls clenching around the intrusion. Your eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, amazed at the way he disappears inside of you. God, he's just so big. Your beta flings were nothing in comparison to his length, his girth, the way he was filling you up so nicely. An omega in heat, you barely notice the pain of the stretch if there even is any. You're surprised by the sheer amount of pleasure, the way he caresses nerves inside of you that you didn’t know existed before; the way his dick seems bottomless, never quite coming to a halt within your walls. You whimper and close your eyes, bucking your hips to encourage his movement. Deeper, you think. "I can… I need more..,"

“You are fucking insatiable,” you hear him mutter, his voice strained. “Greediest fucking cunt I’ve ever touched.”

Mewling in response, you finally feel some reprieve as he slides home, both of your hips stilling. The only sound you register in the cabin is that of your hurried breaths and Levi’s deep purring. You spare a glance upward, your starry orbs meeting his silver pools. The wonder in his eyes was immeasurable but plain as day; you could see the gears turning within him, something akin to adoration clouding his gaze.

“C-can you move?” You whisper, part of you wishing that he wouldn’t. Wishing the two of you could stay there, forever, as close as two humans could possibly be in the tiny cabin of the ship, muggy from all of the heavy panting.

“Yes,” he says slowly, his face suddenly inching down toward yours. “I can.”

Your lips are captured in a vice before you can reply, the air stolen from your lungs in an instant. You don't know how or why, but suddenly, there are two purrs echoing in the small space, the second one melodic and soft in comparison to the baritone thrum that droned so close to your heart. Levi seems to hold you closer then, his muscles flexed and pulling, tugging you so impossibly close to his chest that all you can do was wrap your plush thighs around his waist and hold him there, letting your hearts and your tongues explore each other like a newly discovered flavor.

Slowly, without a word, your hips begin moving together in tandem. The pheromones oozing out everywhere are sickly sweet, urging you to savor the moment rather than rush it; tasting him, for the first time— tasting an Alpha, for the first time. It's a calling from deep within; your body— from the top of your head to the tips of your toes —begging you to slow down, to carry this moment with inexplicable care.

It's a one time thing, after all.

You feel actual tears forming when he pulls away, the drag of his cock against your walls causing you to toss your head back in ecstasy. Your heat was catching up to you; you need this, you need him, as deep as he could be— and even closer still. “Alpha..,”

Levi is no better off. He's fucking purring. He has never purred in front of another person in his goddamn life; but the sight of you writhing beneath him, your sweet, clean scent wafting toward him as you cooed and whined while impaled on his cock, he just… he couldn’t help it. Deep down he knows, he knows that purring is just an instinct meant to calm a nervous mate— but why couldn’t he turn it off? Why didn’t he want to? The deep rumble just sounds so right when next to your own, which rings in his head like a songbird chirping in his ears. He’s never heard an Omega’s purr, not since he was a young pup in his mothers arms. He curses at himself inwardly. His body had betrayed him. He knew he’d enjoy it, maybe lose himself a little, but he couldn’t afford to go into a rut. Yet, here he is; his pheromones joining yours in a cacophony of sin and sweat. Increasing in intensity, the damn fragrance is finally being let loose after years of upkeep while leading his section of the Scouts. Leading you, keeping you out of trouble— the little omega that had no business being with the Scouts.

“Do you realize,” he seethes, his thrusts becoming harder, more pointed, “how hard it has been to keep those knot heads away from you?”

You're suddenly aware of the amount of drool seeping down the side of your face. You shake it away, fighting your eyes from rolling backwards in pleasure. “W.. what?”

“The Alphas, sweetheart,” he keeps going, his fingertips undoubtedly leaving bruises on your delicate skin. “The Survey Corps is full of them. Eren Jaeger has had his greedy eyes on you since he presented.”

“Huh? Eren?” Why is he telling you all of this? You're in heat, you just wanted to be fucked, to be bred. You were barely comprehending his words, only able to focus on the molding of his cock deep inside you, kissing your cervix with each push, the promise of fertilization being one that your body understood— and understood well.

“You know,” he growls, “I see his eyes on you on every expedition. The way he's always the first to swoop in and save you, how he's always sneaking around outside of your quarters at night. It makes me fucking sick."

"L-Levi, don't... I can't," you pant, his member having worked you up to the precipice of completion. He's merciless now, giving you all that you could take and more. The blows are heavily cushioned by the amount of slick you've produced, warm and wet dripping from your center. You were certain you'd have to throw your bedsheets overboard when he was done with you. As for now, however, you're still lost for words at the overload of information being thrown at you, shamefully aware of the amount of heat on your cheeks. "Stop talking about Eren Jaeger!"

His thrusts are getting sloppy, his pace uneven; he is close, so close, his knot starting to swell at the base of his cock. Beneath the whispered expletives and fucked out moans filling the cabin, you hardly make it out. It was unmistakable, though, when he leans down to let his canines ghost the skin of your neck. A barely audible whisper that rings loudly in your head. "Mine."

Without a single thought, you nod in agreement. "Yours, Alpha," you chant, "Levi, I'm... I'm yours."

So close... but not close enough. Levi snarls, wrapping you in his arms only to flip you both, so that you're riding him. You cry out in tandem at the sensation, his erection piercing you so deeply that the pressure is nearly too much. Leaking all over him, you bounce without thinking. His fingers return to your hips, where finger-shaped bruises are already blossoming. You sigh at the delightful ache of being manhandled by an Alpha. Your Alpha.

"C-claim me," you blurt, your peak now a twinkle in your eye. You hadn't cum around anything but fingers in so long that just the sight of him beneath you, sweat dripping from his brow that's furrowed in concentration, is pornographic enough that you were convinced you'd never think of another man in bed again. Levi had filled you so nicely, filled all of your senses... you wouldn't mind him being the only one to ever fill you again. In fact, a certain longing blooms in your chest at the notion. Being tied to an Alpha, to him, forever...

"You're cute," he hisses through gritted teeth, his head tossed back while he assists you, lifting you up and pulling you down with ease. "But that would," he grunts, "negate the purpose... of this arrangement..,"

His sentences are breaking, his mind is breaking, and if he didn't knot you soon he figured his cock would be next on the list. He was pumping into you with a purpose, to complete the cycle before it began; break your heat and keep himself from going full-on Alpha and losing what was left of his sanity. Sure, this was probably the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life-- you being a compatible mate and all --but his life did not belong to him. It belonged to the Scouts. He could not give it to you, should you form a bond, because it was not his to spare.

"You wouldn't... have to worry about other Alphas-- oh!" you keen at the way he jerks you down a little too hard, knocking your womb out of place an inch or two. At least, that's what it feels like.

"Shut your filthy mouth, temptress," he snarls, "I'm not worried."

Your scent glands are throbbing; you whine at the unfamiliar pain, stinging, aching to be pierced. It's pure instinct and you know it, every fiber of your being begging for that extra push. "N-not even... about Eren?"

Your chin is suddenly in a vice grip again, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Forcing your eyes to meet his, you have your answer before he speaks. “No, Omega. I won’t need to claim you, because you’re gonna be out of commission for a while when your tummy swells with my pups, yeah? Everyone will know, bond or no bond, you belong to someone. You belong to me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you with the speed and intensity of a freight train, pummeling into you without warning just as Levi’s knot catches at your entrance, his seed spilling so deeply inside of you that you swore you could almost taste it. Levi kept his word, he didn’t claim you; his canines throbbed, begging to be plunged into the sensitive skin of your neck as you come together, literally and physically. You hear him groan, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place— not that he needed to, you wouldn’t be going anywhere until his knot deflated.

Your head is spinning, the twisting and turning of your womb finally settling. It's as if you were releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding; you relax against him, purring as if it were second nature when he pulls you down into his chest. You hear his heart beating, quick and hard against your ear as you lay over him, soothed by his deep purr joining yours. Gently, but without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your naked body. The fingers of one hand traces delicate patterns on your back, the other tucked securely into your hair.

The thunder outside of the cabin has ceased, but the rain persists. The tapping on the window calls your attentions back to your surroundings, everything having been forgotten in the heat of your affair. Storm clouds block a fair bit of the sunlight above, leaving your quarters as dim as they were before. You're nearly asleep when you hear it, a gentle call of your name.

“Alpha?” You murmur sleepily, the slip of your tongue barely registering to you in your post coital haze. He chuckles beneath you.

“We will have to talk about this when you wake up.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

He sighs, suddenly hyperaware of where his knot sits, buried deep within you. Hange’s supplements prevented heats, but not conception. He was at war with himself; he was sickeningly satisfied at the thought of it, of an Omega carrying his children. However, he knew that it would do neither you nor him any good to produce any offspring in the current state of the world and its uncertainty. His life wasn’t his own, remember? He could not give himself to you or a child. Similarly, he wouldn’t want his children to grow in a world without parents who loved them, who would provide for them. That’s what an Alpha is supposed to do, right?

Before he could put a response together, he hears the tiniest snore slip from your lips. You were out. Exhausted from your heat, from the sex, from everything-- you had fallen into a well-deserved state of rest. Your gentle purr and soft snores were music to his ears, and whether it was the fault of instinct or adoration, he couldn't say. Levi finds his eyelids to grow heavier with each second that passes, the worries and thoughts for the future slipping away for once in his life. With his sleeping mate on his chest, purring happily, he allows himself to succumb to the void. He closes his eyes and falls victim to sleep, dreaming of a different life in a different world, a safe world, with a very familiar Omega on his arm.

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POSE FOR THE GRAM!

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Hi! I'm new here to write. English is not my first language so i'm going to do my best! I will write a lot of NSFW Levi... (oops) Stay tuned!

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Character/s: Levi Ackerman

Prompt: "Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

Headcanon: Modern AU + School AU + pandemic covid... yay.. + location: the Philippines~ || Female Y/n

Small note: Got this idea from school~ speakin of which hope you folks doing alright! ^^

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(Y/n) was just mindlessly gazing out the window, being in the back of the class and all- not that it was a problem much seeing as she was lucky enough to still be next to the window since she had quite the habit of looking out of it.

Totally not because she felt like a main character pft-.. totally not... ok fine maybe just a bit- but come on! Let a girl dream.

It was the first day of school again- Monday, yeah everyone loves Monday alright aha.. hah.. yay..

Anyways, it was going to be a tiring day once again for her and her classmates. And from the looks of it, it seemed everyone was still tired like very tired. Seeing the fact as they did have quite the busy few weeks.

It was face to face again, and yes.. the pandemic was still there which sucked but honestly- (Y/n) definitely prefers online class cause come on man. There was no need to wake up super early or have the need to actually be up on time so that the bus won't leave you and yada-yada.

The only good part about f2f is probably cause she sees her friends.. either way it still sucks and she's still tired as heck.

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After the usual morning routine her class usually does, every morning, hence the name. Before they could start getting ready or for others sit back down to listen to the reminders their advisor had to tell them.

The door to the class suddenly opened, revealing a male, one with black-hair, which seemed to be in an undercut style.. with bangs in front..? Steal-grey, bluish eyes and their usual uniform for males.

Which consists of the simple, white button up, blue plants and ID oh yeah wait plus mask cause again. Pandemic haha.

Everyone's attention seemed to have moved onto the newly arrived male, and as he walked in it seemed there were only a few who didn't care for whoever entered and just minded their business. (Y/n) being one of the few of course. As their advisor, Miss Alex, went over to the new male, everyone watched curious as they started to introduce the new kid.

"Everyone, this is your new classmate. Yes, they may have gotten here a little late but that doesn't mean you guys should be mean to him alright? Now, mister Ackerman go on ahead and introduce yourself please."

A sigh came from the male, but with a reluctant nod. They started to introduce themselves, first with a bow though before they start talking.

"Good morning classmates, good morning Miss Alex. My name is Levi Elijah Ackerman. 15 years old. I am from Tokyo, Japan and moved here to the Philippines when I was 7 to study here. As well as because my Mother decided to live here, because most of her relatives migrated here from Japan."

A surprisingly deep voice had started to talk, and well.. for a guy who's 15 and is in grade what.. 9. That was pretty deep, but it was strange since our dear (Y/n) seems to recognize that voice.. and well it was only when they finally decided to look at who was talking.

Did they catch the male's eyes and figured out who this new kid is.

"It's nice to meet you all."

Hah.. Levi freaking Ackerman, her best friend since she was 6 was here... no wonder her mom seemed so excited before she left for school. Levi was- or well apparently seemed to have moved from his old school to hers.

Greetings from her other classmates was heard, to answer to Levi's and well.. all (Y/n) could focus on now was the eyes of her male childhood best friend.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Levi. But before I assign you to your seat, I must ask since you said you've been here in the Philippines since you were 7 correct? Just a curious question, do you perhaps know anybody here so I can assign them to help you around?"

And this guy decided to point at (Y/n).. throwing her off the bus immediately.

"I know her miss, have known her since I was 7 actually so.. can I get her to be my guide?"

This guy...

"Of course! Do you mind miss (L/n)?"

Smiling despite it not being seen through the mask she just nodded.

"Yeah.. I don't mind, I'll just show you around later L..."

She could see and feel them smirking.. this little-

"Alright then, show me around later (N/n)"

And here comes the questions.. of course.... great

"YOU KNOW HIM (Y/N)?!?!?!?!?!?!"

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"Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

"WHAT?!?!"

Levi Ackerman, (Y/n) loves this guy -platonically of course.. pft... yeah..- but they were dead meat later.

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Note: Ima rewrite this when I can- but for now enjoy this somewhat crack hc fic of Levi being your childhood bff and letting your entire class know~

Again a bit self-indulgent for me but hope you lil birds still enjoy~

[tuwlips]

What if Levi left the Survey Corps and ran away with you, far away. Where no one would find the two of you. Only you and him. Living life in peace and solace.

Levi quits the Survey Corps for you after the encounter with the female titan. He lost too much and many important people. He doesn’t wanna lose you too and spend the rest of his life in regret. The world he lives in is cruel. And he wants to spend the remaining time of his life with you, some place far away. Just the two of you.

Levi and you leave quietly one dawn. The sun had yet to rise. It was the perfect time. You both take whatever’s important to you and leave on his horse which he brought back with him from the Corps.

Levi and you settle in a quiet countryside much far away from the Corps or any place that might hold trouble. Move in a cottage big enough for the two of you.

Levi and you open a tea shop together. He makes tea while you bake. Sure, it’s not much, but as long as you both are together, nothing else matters to him.

Levi and you hold each other close every night. This is what he always dreamed of. Your fingers playing with his soft hair, his hands around your waist. You know he has trouble sleeping and his insomnia won’t go away in a day. But still, with you by his side every night, Levi now sleeps better than before.

Levi and you both know how cruel this world is. How uncertain and unpredictable things are. Yet, you both long for that one thing silently. Neither has the courage to bring it up. Worried what the latter might think.

Levi was the first to break the silence.

“How do you feel…about..” “About?,” You tilt your head in confusion. Nervousness swallows him whole. “Levi?”

“Starting a family.”

He wanted this for so long.

Levi while being in a relationship with you, before marrying you, would think about the possibility of you two starting a family. Having a baby. But alas, he always pushed it far in the back of his mind. The world you both live in, bringing an innocent child here? That would be selfish. He didn’t have any childhood let alone a good one. But.. would it really be selfish?

Levi is so much in love with you. He loves you so much that, he wants to share a life with you. Build a family. A family to call his own. His own precious world. Was he being selfish? Was it too much to ask for?

Levi’s heart fluttered when you said yes.

Levi would go against the world for you. You’re his world. He would give up anything and everything just to be with you, for you. The love he has for you is just incomparable to anything in this world.

This world was cruel, yet beautiful. He had you by his side. Sure the days weren’t easy, but both of you tried your best to make it to the next day together.

Levi’s heart stopped the day you told him the news. You were expecting. No, you both were expecting. It felt surreal to him. Like a dream. A very good one. Too good in fact.

Levi’s tight embrace around you expressed his happiness and the warmth he was feeling. He was holding his whole world in his arms.

Levi buried his head on your neck and pulled you closer to him, afraid to let go. He was happy, truly happy. But also scared. This was something too good to happen to him.

Levi who vowed from that day onward that he will protect you and your little one with his whole life. The world was dangerous, but he would make sure his little one doesn’t experience the same fate as him.

Levi who doesn’t let you lift a finger in your current state. Heavy lifting? Absolutely not. He’ll do that. Laundry? Done. Cooking? He’s a good cook so, don’t worry. Just lay down and rest.

Levi who always gets you your cravings no matter what time of the day it is. Be it midnight or early hours of the morning he’s always ready.

Levi who falls in love with you all over again. Watching you carry and grow his child, both of yours child is like something magical to him. It’s like you’re glowing. You had that fresh and vibrant aura that Levi can’t get enough of. You looked so so beautiful. Was it the motherhood glow or his undying love for you? Levi doesn’t know, he just knows whatever it is, he loves you so much and the life you’re carrying.

Levi who showers you with affection. Carrying a child isn’t easy. The journey was both a mixture of joy and hardship. And Levi was with you through it all.

Levi who holds you when you cry in the middle of the night because you couldn’t sleep. You wanted to, but couldn’t. Your body was so tired, but the baby wouldn’t stop kicking. He holds you against his chest, one hand intertwined with yours and the other running softly through your hair. Sometimes he would rub your belly to soothe it. And when you would fall asleep he would still be awake, making sure you’re okay. Sleep wasn’t important to him. You were. And your little one.

Levi who drops everything from his hands when he comes back home to you writhing in pain. “Levi..,” you cry out in pain. “Help…me-”

Levi who is with you during your labor. Holding your hand tightly and giving you words of encouragement and praises. “Almost there.” “You’re doing so well.” “Just a little more, I know you can do it” “you’re so strong.”

Levi who freezes when he hears the cries of his newborn.

“It’s a girl.”

Levi kisses your forehead wiping away the tears you cried and sweat you had to break to give birth to your little girl. Whispering infinite ‘thank yous’. His forehead on yours.

“I love you.”

Levi who cries for the first time after a long time when he holds his tiny little girl in his arms. She was so soft, so warm and so tiny. So delicate that he was afraid, afraid of hurting her.

Levi who melts when his baby girl coos and nuzzles into his arms. She was now someone very special and precious to him. Someone he vowed to protect with everything he had. He gently kisses her tiny forehead. “I’m so in love with you, tiny brat.”

Levi always thought he would end up alone in his life. His mother left him at an early age. Kenny didn’t stick around for long. His two closest friends died and he couldn’t do anything. And so he quit the survey corps. Because he wanted you. He wanted to spend his remaining days with you. He didn’t want to see his hands stained in the blood of his comrades and innocent youths dying.

Levi who wrapped his one arm around you while the other held his tiny little girl. Your head on his chest and you poked the little one’s cheeks. “She looks exactly like you. I love that.” And indeed she did. The little one was a copy of her father. The nose, the lips, her hair, everything. Everything except, “The eyes are yours.”

“I love your eyes.”

Levi loves you eternally. His life felt meaningless at one point to him, losing people close to him. But you brought meaning to that life. Before, Levi would only fight to live, to protect. He had a duty towards the people inside the walls. An oath to keep to Erwin. A responsibility towards his squad. But now, he fights everyday so that he can live, for you and your daughter. He fights everyday so that he can see you and your precious one. He wants to be with you. To grow old with you and watch his little one grow.

Levi wasn’t alone anymore. He has a family, someone to love and cherish for the rest of his life. He has you.

And you are all he ever wants.

I love you Levi. Happy Birthday 🍮 ᥫ᭡

[m-jelly]

First time as a couple making out...

Levi has kissed someone before and he has kissed you, but this was something different. This was passionate kissing with tongues and heated feelings. It's different this time. It's different because it's you and you are his soulmate.

A sweet exchange of smiles starts it and some shy touching. Taking the lead, you shuffle closer to him and place a cute kiss on his plump lips. An adorable shade of pink grace his cheeks as he starts breathing a little heavy because a strong tingle of excitement burned in his veins.

Now powered by his excitement and love for you, he cradles your pretty face in his elegant hands and kisses you with more determination. Each kiss gets longer and longer until your lips part just a little.

Levi wants to feel you more, he wants to taste more of you so he playful licks your lip. Love surges through him as he kisses you with confidence. His hot tongue slips into your mouth and moves so perfectly with yours.

He releases your face and drags you to sit on his lap. The heat of your bodies entwine together as you tongues move together. A spark of arousal goes through Levi when you straddle him and squeeze with your biteable thighs.

His hand runs up your back to your hair and tangled within is as his other hand massages your bum. He smiles against your lips when you moan at him. He now knows you too are aroused and knowing he does that to you makes him happy.

Once you release his lips to breathe, you gaze deep into each other's eyes and smile. With a delicate kiss to seal your love you nuzzle the crook of his neck and rest. Both of you needed to cool off for a moment.

[levitiquee]

"Lev?"

"Yes?" Levi looked up to see you leaning against the door, swaying on your feet. He sighed, realizing how drunk you must be. The night air was sweet, it flowed through your hair as you tried to adjust the stray strands.

You grinned sheepishly, stumbling over to him with unsteady feet. Levi sat up straight, ready to catch you if you fall.

"Whatcha doing out here alone?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head. Loud sounds came from the interior, voices and music tangling together. A lot of people was here in the usually empty house today.

"It was too loud inside." Levi replied. It was true. But perhaps not wholly. A tiny part of Levi knew he was avoiding you really.

Now wasn't that strange? Avoiding his newly-wed wife? On his wedding night?

But that was the problem.

It had been hours since he murmered the vows with you, your hands in his. It had been hours since then, but he still couldn't quite believe it. He still flinched every time his eyes fell on the gleam on his fingers.

It was a quite small wedding really. Go to the church, say your vows, then come back home with the guests. There weren't a lot of people left in you and Levi's life to invite, but there was still a handful. The brats, along with some Marleyan friends and acquaintanacs, the house was filled.

Levi had stayed in for the first few hours, talking to people, watching you talk to people. But then it became all too much. The questions, the teasings–it was too much. It was already too much for him, the bare concept of it, the fact that you were truly his now, it was all too much.

It felt like a dream, truly. You looked like a dream.

And he was so scared any second he might wake up.

So he stepped out, leaving you with all your friends as you laughed your head out at something Jean said. You gave a worried glance at Levi when he was leaving the room, but he only nodded, a gesture that all was well. Levi only needed to breathe a damn second.

What am I doing here? He thought.

What is she doing here with me?

This isn't how it should've been. You shouldn't have been stuck with him. You deserve better, someone whole, not..not someone as fucked as he was.

But yet there you were, clad in white with the brightest smile in your face. All throughout the day, he had not seen that smile fade once.

A girl like you had chosen him. Chosen him to spend your life with.

You were his now.

"I was always yours." You had told him right after. "I'd dedicated my heart for you, back in the first day of scouts, don't you know?"

He had wanted to run away then. Get the hell out of there because he didn't deserve the way you were looking at him.

He never did.

But here he was.

"Hey!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Heyyy! Earth to Levi?"

"Yes?" He looked up startled, broken from those parasites in his head. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking." You tutted disapprovingly.

Levi stared at you, scowling at how red your face was. "God, brat. How much did you drink?"

"I did not!" You gasped dramatically, hands flying to your chest as you clutched your heart. "I'm just..tipsy."

"You're going to be so fucking hungover tomorrow." He shook his head. "Just tipsy, huh?"

"Yes." You say defensively. "Also it's not my fault, Reiner made me drink."

"Of course he did." He sighed.

You put your hands on your hips, staring down at him. Then suddenly you leaned down, peering closely at him with parted lips and squinted eyes, head tilted with curiosity.

Levi instinctively leaned back. You were too close. "What?"

"Lev." You mutter.

"Yes?" He asked warily. You and your randomness wasn't anything new to him but it still leaves him on his toes everytime. Specially when you're drunk, there's no telling what you might do.

You observed his face with such intensity he felt warmth flooding his cheeks. You pulled back, finally seemed to have made up your mind on something.

"I think I like you a little."

Levi almost snorted then. Trying his best to hold back the smile that was tugging on his lips, he scoffed. "A little? Brat, you're married to me."

The information was absolutely new to you, it appeared. You pondered on his words, thinking closely. "Hmm" You hummed. "Yes. I think I like you a lot now that you mention it." You grinned. You didn't quite remember what he was talking about but you liked it. Being married wouldn't be bad.

"I know." His lips quirked. Such a rare sight.

Such a pretty sight, you thought.

"Do you like me?"

"Hm? Actually, no I don't think so. Not really."

You pouted. "But you're married to me too."

He reached for your waist, pulling you to his lap. Your legs straddled him. "Is that so?"

He smiled.

"Actually, I think I love you."

You grinned widely at the response, butterflies bursting in your stomach and your face flushed. "You're a simp."

"Definitely." He kissed your forhead. "For you? Definitely."

"And clingy."

"Shouldn't have married me then."

"You love me?"

"I love you."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"I changed my mind. I think I like you a whole lot. This much–" You streched your arms wide to show him the amount.

"You don't love me? You said you did."

"I did?" You squinted, considering his words. You let your fingers trace his face, running them over his scars. "You have a pretty face. So I must do."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"A whole lot."

"So you love anyone with a pretty face?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?" You paused. " No. Not sure. They don't have faces like you. "

A small smile. You stared wonderingly. The moonlight shone bright across his face and you wondered if this was an angel.

An angel said he loved you.

"You love me?" You repeated the question again.

"I love you."

"That's... nice of you."

He snorted. "How generous of me huh?"

"I'm married to you?"

"Yup. Just today."

"Forever?"

"Definitely."

"So you're mine?"

"Yours."

"You're so nice." You stared at him. His gray eyes gazed into yours. "Then can I kiss you?"

"Do you want to?"

You nodded. You wanted to. You really, really wanted to. The silvery moonlight carressed his lips and you wondered if he tasted like stars.

"Im yours, aren't I?"

You gave him a shy smile. But slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward. Pressing his lips against his. Then pulled away.

"They're so soft" wonder dripped your voice.

His face heated up a little. His ears turning red. "You should get drunk more often." He murmured.

"I'm not drunkkk," You whined, leaning again to kiss him. You held it longer this time, feeling him press back against you. Euphoria spread through your blood, mixing with the already existent alcohol. You lost all ability to form coherent thoughts, not that you had much ability today. And When you pulled away, you felt happiness. In the purest form.

"You're the nicest person I've ever met."

It was him to lean forward this time, and he didn't let go.

"I hope so."

A whisper against your lips.

@sad-darksoul

[noodles-n-soba]

Levi fics

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝟏)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲.

Levi stood over the body of his dead friend, silently wishing he had the ability to do what his heart desired and revive him. The needle shook in his hand, he looked around at the crying figures of those young cadets. He looked around for her, his girl, for a rare reprieve in this living nightmare.

“Where-” He whispered, cutting himself off when he looked up at the wall.

Reiner and that Beast titan stood up there, silently gloating at their rare victory over the Scouts. Both haggard and clearly not in the best shape to fight but well enough to observe the implosion of the Scout regiment. He saw her up there, Lina.

“Levi, you have to choose,” Hange commanded, barely holding back Mikasa.

There was a static in his ears, nothing was able to process in his brain. Levi’s body went into autopilot as his spirit drifted away. Why was she up there? Why was she standing among those monsters?

“Sir…How do you know for sure there’s nobody on the other side of the walls?” Erwin muttered.

Levi looked down horrified at the man in front of him, he had no more capacity in him to care. He felt his mind reaching its limit, Levi pushed the reality away from him and marched towards Armin.

I’ve been betrayed. I have to kill my friend, my brother in this world.

Levi supposed he was happy before, finally at peace. He had people with him, he had a support system. He was sane before he lost it all.

All good things come to an end, especially for me.

Happiness never suited Levi fully anyways, he would deal. He would survive the many military tribunals questioning him on his relationship with Lina. Constant accusation of him being a traitor as if he had not given everything to this country. He had nothing left within him to give, they took it all.

“Captain Ackerman, are you admanent that you had nothing to do with the defect of Cadet Lina Zimmerman?”

“I am certain. She deceived me like everyone else.” His voice felt hollow.

“Forgive me for being so doubtful of your answer, Captain, you are one of the strongest in the whole military. How did this slip past you?”

Levi kept silent at first, it was a direct shot at his ego but he had nothing left within him to genuinely be offended. How foolish could he have been to think she was never going to betray him? That he could finally be content with his life

“I don’t know, Commander.” He stared down Darius, almost wishing him to discharge Levi.

Every question further after that felt like his chest was being cracked further and further open. His organs being plucked one by one till he was a husk of what he was. He sat there and stood for his alleged crime of being blinded by love. 

Erwin was gone, Lina betrayed him, and Hange was depressed like him. 

Tears came slowly as they often did in these times for Levi. It was a dam at first then the flood came, he did not know how to stop it. Betrayal had never felt so bitter on his tongue.

Levi lies awake in the bed he shared with her, refusing to even think of the name should she ever be summoned. It was bigger than the other beds in the rest of the regiment but it was meant to accommodate two people not just one. The other side remained cold for the rest of the night. 

He reached a hand out and caressed the blanket which Lina clutched so often, afraid Levi would pull it from her. His expression dimmed again when he caught himself reminiscing. 

She’s a traitor, stop romanticizing it all.

But then he had to forget those nights…

“Would you ever become a titan-shifter if you had the chance?” She asked out of the blue. Her head on her pillow staring directly across at Levi who was also facing towards her.

“Never, it’ll only disadvantage me. Besides, being mortal lets me value what they don’t.” He pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Like what?”

“For starters, you.” Levi paused in his brushing and cradled her cheek. “With all the years I’d be living as a shifter I wouldn’t be able to value the life I have with you.”

The popular theory of the time was that Eren Yeager would have an elongated lifespan due to his regenerative ability being able to fight off aging. That titan-shifters would live for generations while mere mortals died as per the norm. A prevalent but not proven theory of course.

Levi watched Lina’s face intently, confused by the sour look she had, what did he say that was so wrong?

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, sorry. Just a lot on my mind.”

How stupid she must have thought of him, to even consider that titan-shifters lived longer than thirteen years? Levi imagined that she was laughing at him internally in those moments, looking down on him even further as another island devil.

Those thoughts were pushed to the side, he had to focus on the mission. He silently rode to the coast, the sand getting in his boots without him realizing.

The sea, in his opinion, was beautiful and the best part however. Filled with life and ecosystems in their own little worlds, oblivious to the conflict happening on the surface. Occasionally being affected by the long boat or apex predator swimming alone. He reached his hand down to the water, and a fish grazed his skin. 

Such a funny feeling. Feeling so free but encased in such a lonely environment.

He blinked, who was he thinking about? Himself or the fish?

“You alright there, Levi?” Hange asked, truly joyous for the first time since Erwin died.

“They would have all loved this,” Levi whispered. His eyes raked over the young cadets who played in the salty sea. He imagined all his dead comrades who would have loved to experience this, they were robbed of it.

“Nanaba probably would have splashed Miche a million times over,” Hange laughed, their mood somewhat downturned by the thought of her previous friends.

“Erwin would have stood by the shore the whole time, too afraid to dip his toes in.”

“Nah, I would have dragged him in here.” Hange looked back to the shore almost expecting him to be there, it was deserted except for the horses. “We do this for them, you know that right?”

“Yeah, doesn’t make it hurt less though.”

Hange chose not to respond and instead descended further into the water, it reached their ankles now. Levi remained planted near the shore but still in the sea, small waves splashed up against his upper legs. It was cold but no colder than how his body felt.

I wanted that.

Sasha splashed Jean who did the same to her, both of them screaming in pain at the salt getting in their eyes. 

I deserved that,

Armin laughed at Mikasa who stumbled in the water, struggling to keep her balance.

Why can’t I have that?

He gasped when Hange splashed his upper half, he glared at her.

“Four-eyes!”

Levi began playing the water, feeling more carefree than he ever had since- since-

“What is Lina doing up there?” Hange yelled, anger lining their voice.

“Hange.” Levi reached out to their shoulder. They turned to find Levi vulnerable for once, a fragile look in his eyes gave it all away.

“Sh- she betrayed us,” Hange whispered, astonished that they had been cheated for this long.

“She betrayed me.” Levi’s eyes were wide, he was not furious. Only embarrassed at himself. He gave his soul away, how could he be so stupid? “We need to regroup and find the horses remaining.”

“Levi-” Hange began before they were interrupted.

“Don’t. If I stop I have to think about it and if I think about it this military will lose its most prized tool. So let’s focus on keeping whoever is alive, alive.”

He stopped. He finally stopped. How glorious it felt.

𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

[jeankirstein4ever]

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Professor!Erwin who will smile and nod a little when he sees his best student already set up at the very front of the class, an hour before lecture.

Professor!Erwin who loves grading your work, adores the fluidity of your handwriting and the way you sign your name so neatly at the top.

Professor!Erwin who loves to see the look on your face as you read his encouraging marks across the page but even more so the look of shame when he leaves a discoursing comment, “I hope you are able to reevaluate how you spend your time, you’re clearly becoming distracted miss y/n.”

Professor!Erwin who has to bite back a scoff when he watches the rather obnoxious and duller one of his students ask you to tutor.

Professor!Erwin who watches you present for the class, having you dig his nails into his leg to keep himself focused while you’re damn near bent over trying to click through your slides.

Professor!Erwin who extends his office hours just for you, “wouldn’t want my best student to fall behind now would we?”

Professor!Erwin who admires how hard you work, “you have the most admirable drive of any student I’ve met.” He’ll lean over you to read your paper as you write it, his breath and cologne making your body painfully aware of how needy you wanted to be.

Professor!Erwin who groans when you press yourself against him, not being able to wait anymore , “Poor girl, been needing something other than some dumb college boys dick, huh? You work this hard for all your teachers or just the ones you want to fill you up?”

Professor!Erwin who’s hand is moving up you thigh, at an agonizingly slow pace, your hips already trying to buck for friction. His other hand holding you by the crown of your hair. Thumb pressing perfectly through the soaked cotton keeping you too far from him.

Professor!Erwin that goes soft as tears start to blister your eyes, finally moving aside the fabric to move two of his fingers swiftly inside your sopping wet hole. “You like this babydoll don't you?” His hand tightening in your hair making you whine so pitifully, “Answer or I'll stop.”

Professor!Erwin who feels himself strain against the fabric of his trousers and flesh of your ass; feeling you squeeze harder and harder around the cold metal of his wedding ring, pushing you further down on the desk.

Professor!Erwin who has to practically race to pull his length out before he ruins his favorite pants, his tip hitting your cervix with what he knows is not enough time to adjust, “m’ so sorry baby, just take it all in okay, I know you can, your my best girl, I know you can do it.”

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