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18: Sweet, sweet ‘filthy’ love

AO3 VERSION

“…You’re insatiable.”

Summary: Amongst struggling to keep your hands off one another, you and Levi organise a leaving party for the ex-cadets.

Warnings: sex, loving degradation, canon-typical violence, unprotected sex, public sexual acts.

Wc: 12.9k

Author’s note: I missed writing these two🥺! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥰🥰!

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Levi begins at the peak of his cupid’s bow, swerving over the corners of his lips and then running across his lower lip, trailing his finger in contemplation. He can still taste you, still, feel your lips skimming and sucking on his. It sort of reminds him of the time you went to the coast together, persuading him into the water with you–you both trod water for countless hours under the setting sun.

Remaining calm for your benefit whilst submerged to his shoulders in the warm salty water and eyeing you with caution whenever you heaved a shaky breath. He can remember how his thighs buckled afterwards, how his body swayed at the restaurant, how it felt like he was still being pushed and pulled by the distant and waiting current.

Much like that, Levi hasn’t yet quieted or wound down. Instead, the differing factor this time is that it doesn’t make him feel queasy or unsettled. Instead, it makes him feel like he’s floating rather than struggling just to stay upright.

Every nerve tingles and fires for more, and fragments of sensory heaven glide through his conscious mind, triggered by the touch of his own fingers upon his lips. Where his mouth has been, the sensations and pleasure he’d enacted wherever it explored, the sounds you’d whimpered, cried, moaned. Actions that conjured up sensation and emotion in every pit of his physical and emotional being.

He takes a much-needed breath. His hands feel empty when they’re not adorning you.

Yet peace washes over him as he sits at the foot of the bed, gazing at you in this candlelight. Curled up, rolled in bedclothes, and snoozing, your nose pressed against his pillow. Not a frown speckling your brow.

Grey eyes impossibly warm, he leans to trace the back of your hand. You sigh, a slight moan parting your lips at the soft contact, a lazy smile forming on your sweet mouth.

Your responsiveness adds to this surreality, “I’m right here,” he purrs, scoffing at how you hum at his voice and wriggle closer to his side of the bed.

“Which one of us is dreaming right now… hm?” You whirr softly once more, his brows knitting at the raspy sound.

He quickly decides that the faster he checks on Lotti, the quicker he can have you in his arms, warm and undoubtedly his. And to Levi’s delight, Lotti perks up as soon as he enters the living room. Offering her a fond chuckle in exchange for her stretching and rolling over his thighs as she accepts his fond strokes and rubs.

“I hope we weren’t too noisy,” he whispers, knelt before her.

‘You’ll have to ignore what you heard…it’s her fault, not mine. Promise .”

Levi refilled her water bowl and then watched at the back door like a worried mother as she went outside. Then, as he tucked her into bed, he plotted how to propose the idea of a new sibling for his little pup. “You’d like a friend, huh?”

He’ll ask you.

She curls into a cosy heap, “See you in the morning, girl. Sweet dreams.”

His slippered feet descend down the hallway, and his eyes crinkle again at the sight that awaits him. Then, he detaches his prosthetic and slithers into the warmth beside you. He presses his lips against your nape, grinning when you mumble his name laced with sleep– and then his eyes lull shut.

Levi proceeds to replay every moment from tonight. Savouring every second. Every utterance, every caress, you’d handled him like you were in awe. The tenderness had

seeped in and fixed parts of him he thought would forever be beyond repair. He never knew he needed anyone to do that. He has to be careful not to squeeze you too tight.

From the beginning of the fresh start you embarked upon together, you told him, ‘Now living can be more than simply surviving. It can be about embracing all the little things. Together .”

Lying here and just listening to you breathe fills his chest with joy . You were right.

Levi still firmly believes in balance. As that is the only explanation for why the happiest moment in his life is being disturbed. Raps of knuckles sound down the hall; yanking him from the borderline of sleep.

“What the fuck?” he hisses, on his feet in seconds and reattaching his leg with a look that could kill. “I'm lucky Lotti doesn’t bark, or she’d wake you.”

Loyally though, she follows Levi until he reaches the door, and when he opens it to the late-night visitor, he sighs. Oh, how he sighs. Clicking his tongue as he smooths his hair away from his eyes. “Of course, it’s you. Angela finally broke your heart?”

“My favourite insomniac!” Onyankopon booms with a laugh. Choosing only to smirk at Levi’s disgruntled expression. Chuckling as he kicks off his shoes, more laughter ensues when Levi cocks his brow at the assertion. He’s coming in.

“Stop. You’re happy I’m here, and don’t scowl like that, Levi. If a gust of wind comes, you’ll be stuck like that. But no, my Ghanaian goddess is away visiting her family for a few days. So, unfortunately for me but not for you, I’m a little lonely!” He sighs, arms in the air (always the dramatic).

“Wait a-” He double-takes Levi, mouth opening wide.

“Oh my fucking god.” He tugs down the collar of Levi’s robe, fighting his counterattack.

“Bastard, you fucking caught me off guard,” Levi hisses, turning away from his scrutiny.

Onyankopon’s eyes bulge at the suggestive mauve and purple marks that flush against his porcelain skin. Visible on his throat, collarbones and surely trailing down everywhere else.

“And those are the ones I can see, oh my…”

Levi beats his grip at last, batting his hands away with a final, wordless scowl; he turns and treks away to the kitchen.

“Well, I’ll admit, I thought Angela had finally come to her senses. Come on, tea.”

“So where is Miss trouble then?” He leans down, petting Lotti as she jumps up his shins to greet him.

“She’s so cute!” His voice raises a few octaves, causing Levi to snort a little.

“Well? Reader?”

“Asleep,” Levi blurts, tugging his robe together a little self-consciously. “It’s late.”

“Yeah? Guess it wasn’t my girl coming to her senses tonight then, huh?” he goads with a devilish laugh.

“I guess not then,” Levi mutters, sparing him a wry chuckle.

“I’m happy for you both, truly .”

“Thank you for everything . ”

Levi strains the tea leaves while Onyankopon waits patiently at the dining table. And when he pats his shoulder minutes later and sets down two cups of chamomile, he turns in excitement, grinning at the steaming cup.

He thanks him, taking a sip with a deep hum of satisfaction. “You know Vi…You two mean the world to me… right?”

After the night Levi has had, his heart is more open than ever. The weight that normally resides upon his chest has somehow dissipated. There’s a shift in how the air feels against his skin, brushing, no longer pressing. He feels he could look in the eye at the very friend he has grown to be extremely fond of and answer whatever he asks.

Levi smiles into his mug, “You mean a lot to us both, too. I hope you know that.”

They sip their tea with content murmurs, allowing comfortable minutes to pass them by.

“Though, I dare ask, why are you at my kitchen table at three in the morning? You’re okay, right?” Levi dares finally ask.

Onyankopon laughs so heartily that he almost chokes. “Well, I felt like talking tonight, and honestly, there’s something I wanna tell you, her too. But you first.”

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose, “You’re not dying, are you?”

“No, no, Levi, I’m not dying.” Onyankopon quickly composed himself, shaking his head at the question with a phantom grin. Then, he inhales like he’s preparing to dive.

“You know I-…I think that I loved Hange.”

Levi’s mouth opens and then closes before he squints, being extremely careful with this declaration. Then, finally, he speaks. “ So . Loved? As in, you love Angela, right?”

“I love her, yes.” He answers without a doubt.

“I see, but you loved them in that way. Hange ?”

“Yeah, I really did. I really loved them. I still do, and perhaps I always will,” he whispers, eyes fixed in the distance, empty.

Levi is dumbfounded, wishing you were awake right now. He has no idea what to say to this. “What made you tell me this?” Onyankopon nibbles at his lower lip, leaning his chin into his palm.

“Take your time, okay?” he adds in trepidation, voice gentler this time.

“I tried not to love them. I wanted us to be friends,” he swears, guilt creeping into his voice.

Levi pulls Onyankopon from the stew of his thoughts with a loud scoff, “Don’t feel bad about that. All love starts there. What do you have without that first? It’s undervalued….” Levi reigns himself in, “I think.”

“Ah.” He’s somewhat surprised at how Levi managed to devalue the very thing he’d agonised over these past few years to something not worth another second. Soothing an ache that had been growing in Onyankopon’s chest all this time.

“You’re right. It is undervalued. To fall for someone so gradually you don’t even see it coming.” He meets his eyes, “Levi?”

Levi spares him a knowing smile, “Yeah, it is… It is. ”

“I’m telling you because– the reason that I root for you two so much is that, they did . They loved you both so much, and I loved that. I’d never seen it. They taught me what love was and what it meant through you two. So I want to say thank you for that and that you never need to thank me for anything.”

Levi shakes his head fiercely. “But we’ll always thank you because you deserve it. I don’t know how Hange did that-“

“Well, can I tell you?”

Levi nods, and so he continues.

“It’d be small things that they would draw my attention to. No matter how hard either of you tried, it’s like you could never stay away from each other. It was like clockwork every time, when she stormed out, you followed. When you needed space, from everyone and everything, albeit it an hour. That could never include her. She’d be swaggering at your side in the distance. You’d be stressed, and she’d surprise you by cleaning your office or helping you complete paperwork until dawn. Hange would catch you making her tea when she couldn’t sleep, sitting on the roof together at night, sneaking out on horses or ODM gear.”

He laughs fondly, “Do I even need to continue?”

“Hange knew before I did. I know that….” Levi drawls, a soft grin on his face. “We weren't that bad, though.”

“Watching you two stuck with me more than anything else ever has. I’d never seen two people so in sync, not even now. And Hange, well…they loved science. They loved you both. Yet they always wanted to understand why. Why?”

Levi wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who taught Hange how to love. Unfortunately, Hange came from circumstances not too different from his, in which unconditional love had only been briefly exposed to them during the most vital formative years.

Levi continues to listen as Onyankopon tells him how Hange would conduct experiments in their free time, measuring heartbeats, weighing up variables, and analysing testimonials sought from scouts and citizens. What did a heart contain if they were to all dedicate them? Was it possible everybody experienced the same abstract sentiment the same?

“Somewhere along the line, I fell for them. I was smitten. I brought them things from outside your walls, then I bought them a book on Greek mythology at some point.”

Levi, engrossed, shakes his head, having never heard of it. “Well, in one tale, it’s said that originally humans were created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces.”

“Sounds like a fucking nightmare,” he hums aloud.

“Well, a god named Zeus split them into two halves. Doubling the population and causing widespread misery, dooming humans to spend their entire lives looking for their other half, living empty lives and yearning for their soulmate.”

“Hange liked that?” Levi asks in sheer disbelief.

Onyankopon cackles at the vision of Hange propped up with the book in hand, nose between the pages. “Well, they loved it. It was one thing they felt science couldn’t explain. They believed they’d found why some people are so drawn toward others. People who were always meant to come together and stay together. Like you two.”

Levi’s cheeks flushed an aggressive shade of pink.

“Why was it you two could make the other so happy? So content? How could you work together so well? Well, they believed that was the reason, Levi.”

“Hange did say some crazy shit….” Levi's eyes flicker to the photo of them stuck to the fridge. “But maybe there is some truth in that. She is the light in my life.” Levi sighed at himself but dared to continue when he saw how his words resonated; his voice sweetened.

“Having someone by your side no matter the world around you, even if it feels selfish. But because you–need them, want them. And it feels more right than anything else you’ve ever felt, so you hold onto it and never give up. I get it-“

Levi pauses as he picks his gaze up from his hands to Onyankopon’s face.

Slow and isolated, a tear rolls down Onyankopon’s cheek and into his tea. “Vi? You know, Hange would have loved to write that down?

Levi shoots him a sympathetic look, his throat growing tight. “Tell me, Pon. Is it possible that you think they, Hange ? Was your soulmate?”

He rubs at the streaming tears. “I don’t know. I’ve fallen for Angela hard . I also think we can have many great loves too, but… .”

“But?”

“Hange used to speak about Moblit all the time. They told me how much he drank. So I drank. He used to sketch things in seconds for them. I couldn’t draw, so I used my camera. I get emotional when I drink, and I can’t draw. I wasn’t him. I wanted to be their person, but I wasn’t.”

His hands draw and paint images before Levi. Frustrated by his own hands and their inability to grasp the intangible memories he’s trying to communicate.

“I’m sure it wasn’t completely one-sided,” Levi offers, closing a hand over his shoulder. “There’s more to it than those things.”

“Hange kissed me once.”

Unease lines Levi’s stomach, something about the frown obstructing the usual toothy grin of the man before him. He swallows, “I see. And? That’s good, right?”

“And then they died.”

Shit. “When?”

“The last time I saw them, the look in their eyes was different. You know– they always had such beautiful eyes?”

Levi nods.

“It was the last time I asked them, what do you really think is going to happen? And they said, ‘You’re going to survive, and hopefully, we’ll meet soon’. I was distraught, obviously. They were speaking with such a final tone. All of their passion had gone.”

Levi squeezes his arm tighter. “So? Then what happened?”

“I told them I had one question I needed them to answer, and they agreed. So I asked them, ‘Who is your soulmate?’.”

His jaw tenses. “And?” Levi all but snaps. Did Hange break him in two? Is that what all this is about?

“Then, they kissed me.” A cynical laugh rumbles from his chest. ‘I’ll tell you when I see you again.’ they said, but then I never saw them again. I searched for their answer, but I never found it.”

“Sounds like things are starting to finally make some sense. But the kiss?”

“I still don’t know. I couldn’t feel what they were trying to say. Damn it.” His fists bang on the table–hopeless.

“It’s my fault. I was too busy worrying about them. I wish I’d savoured it! That’s…that’s why I held on to Reader’s letter for so long. I tried to see if there was some kind of code or message they left for me, but there was nothing—“

“That damned letter.”

Levi smiles, sighing aloud. “That damned Hange, huh ?”

They spend a few minutes breathing and holding the weight of their words. Then, sipping cold tea, eyes darting anywhere but each other.

“I’m sorry, Vi, enough about me. I just think of them so much sometimes it drives me crazy. You know?” He sighs in frustration with himself or Hange— he’s not sure.

“I-I don’t wanna pain Reader, and I can’t speak to Angela about it-”

“Me! You can speak to me, always. Got it? And listen, I don’t know if it means anything but Erwin, I had strong feelings for him. Respect, admiration, love. And yet, it was not sexual, nor was it romantic. I have lived without him. But a part of me is missing, and Reader says the same about Hange. No matter in what way Hange cared for you, know that it matters just as much.”

Levi stops to pat his back, tears streaming down through the cracks of his fingers. “Thank you, Levi. For some reason, I never thought of it that way.” He sniffles, “What about your first love? Have you ever spoken to Reader about them?”

“Well, she knew them. Our history I told her later on because when they met we were no longer together. In fact, they got on well and liked each other a lot. When he passed, Reader made sure I wasn’t alone.”

“But—when I met her, I knew she was…the only person.” He clears his throat. “And you and Angela should have these conversations. They’re important.”

Onyankopon nods, mulling over Levi’s words. “Damn, how our roles have reversed. Thank you for the advice though Levi. I needed to hear it.”

They both chuckle, shifting the atmosphere with ease.

“I say shit that makes sense sometimes, right? All I will say is that they’re many types of love. You never get the same thing twice, accept that, and you’ll feel better. It’s a good thing.”

“Like a flu?”

Levi chokes on his tea. “Fuck off,” he hisses, but he chuckles even still, scowling and all.

“So, you’ve never had something compare to how you feel for her? At all.”

“I can’t say I have.”

But to be loved by you makes everything worth it. All the regrettable things he’s done, all the good and bad. The things he’s survived. You are the gift he’s been granted in life.

“But, I will treasure her for as long as I live. I’m privileged to love her and be by her side. Sometimes I can’t believe we got here, but then I remind myself we fought for it. So I’ll fight for her for the rest of my life—“

Levi’s mouth forms an o. “Really? You’re crying again?”

“I can’t help it! That was seriously beautiful.”

They collapse into fond laughter once more. Until Levi clears his throat, “Pon I-I’m glad you came back to us. Until you came back with Hange’s letter, we’d missed you.”

A small gasp left his lips. “Huh? So, so you don’t resent me for what I did?”

“What? Of course not, and Reader doesn’t either. But, somehow, I think getting that letter at that time saved us. Brought us back to life.”

“No, no! Levi, c’mon, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“No, I’m not. We were happy together, but we always have been. I don’t need anything because if I only had her, I’d have everything. But all those months ago, we were still so broken,” Levi swears.

“Trust me. You have no idea. I think we could say goodbye to the things that were haunting us now, though .”

“I want to believe that, but.”

“Pon, she was having nightmares every night, waking up screaming. Even I lost it a few times. We were scared of any more change. We’d grown closer and made progress, but we were stuck. And then you delivered that letter, and everything changed.”

He almost flinches at the words he’s about to say. “And now? Now, we’re finally happy—I said it.”

With that, he releases a breath he hadn't even realised he was holding and Onyankopon finds himself captured and rendered silent by the rawness of Levi’s expression.

“But if I could have one last conversation with shitty glasses, though. " His fingers bunch against the table, “I'd tell them, “I’ll marry her, just like I promised….”

“ Levi ?… Is there anything else you’d say?”

His lips pull into a thin line, but Onyankopon is unyielding, “You can say it.”

“That as much as I love them, I hate them so much for leaving her behind, for all the pain they caused her.”

“Just her?”

“And me too,” Levi mumbles.

A sigh of relief mingles with a warm smile of Onyankopon’s. “Me too, Levi. Me too. ”

A wordless communication passes between the two men.

“Refill?” Onyankopon nods, and Levi shuffles toward the counter, fixing a fresh pot. Comfortable silence befalls the kitchen.

“One moment.” Levi can hear you mumbling in your sleep, so he rushes to the hallway to get a better listen.

“Hange, you’ll never guess what,” you sleepily drawl, “Levi-ii loves me. He really loves me!”

That warm fuzzy feeling melts down his spine, filling his stomach too.

He slid down the wall and stilled, lips pressed to his knuckles. “Of course I do,” he whispers, a tear rolling over his wrist.

“Yess– I promise, Hanjii. I’m so happy, so don’t worry about me anymore. Promise me ?”

Yeah?

Levi was now wiping away more than a lone tear, craning his neck when Lotti and Onyankopon reached the foot of the hallway. “Worried you’d both started up again!”

“Piss off,” he says, but his voice grows tender.

“Just checking she wasn’t having a nightmare, is all.”

“I’m surprised she’s not out cold. Got it, got it!” He raised his hands in surrender.

“You should get back to her. I’m going to head out, but I’ll stop by the shop on Thursday?”

“Make sure…I’ll see you out.”

He pauses as he reaches the door. “Levi?

“Mm?”

“Thanks for listening.”

“Don’t thank me, that’s what I’m here for,” he tells him with unwavering sincerity. “Remember, if you need me, or us . We’re here.”

“Me too—oh my….” He gets a better view of Levi’s kiss marks and cackles. “For the record, you two definitely fucked tonight, right? Pulled out all the stops?”

Levi blushed ferociously and then mustered, “You’re foul,” with a hiss.

He paws at his shoulder. “No, no! You actually fucked her right to sleep, didn’t you? Wait! Imagine if I came earlier? What would I have heard? I don’t even want to think-“

“I’ll see you Thursday.” Levi huffs, Onyankopon chuckling as he attempts to close the door on his foot. “Good night.”

“We’re due a man talk this week, then! You can’t avoid it either.” Onyankopon teased, walking down the footpath with a merry wave.

“I hate you.”

“Love ya too!”

Levi closed the door with a deep sigh but chose to rush back to the bedroom. He can process all of this later.

This time when he clambers back in with you, he holds you tighter than before.

You turned, nuzzling your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Where you been?” you mumbled, voice groggy and cracking. “Cold without you.”

“Yeah ?” His hands shifted under your shirt, tracing along your spine. You whined, moving impossibly closer. “Well, I’m right here now, baby. So go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, giving you one last kiss before finally nodding away with you in his arms.

That whole soulmate thing doesn’t sound so stupid at all.

***

You stretch your arms out, languid and grinning at the soft black strands that kiss your wrists. “Levi,” you breathe.

Remnants of sweet sensation remain all over, reigniting wherever your skin meets his in your half-naked embrace. “Morning, sweetheart.”

His husky voice sends unruly flutters down to your core. “How are you feeling?” Large hands take your waist, dominant yet yielding as he pulls you closer. “C’mere.”

“Feeling like…” Levi’s hands are far too distracting, sinking into your hips like that, gripping with wordless possession…

“Like I’m still dreaming,” you blurt. Levi’s fingers swirl absently against the small of your back, but you can feel their desire to wander so much more.

“If this was a dream, you’d have woken up with my tongue on you, though. Wouldn't you?” he tells you. Still hazy from sleep, you blink twice, ready to take anything he’s willing to give so early, the amber sunrise kissing his skin. Slyly breaking through the curtains to reveal another dimension to the striking man lying opposite.

“I would?” you ask, breath uneven.

“Mm, because I’d want you to moan my name before you did anything else, let alone leave our bed. And as the sun rose, you’d be quivering and dripping all over my fucking tongue.”

He smirks at the arousal darkening your irises, slate eyes obscured by black lash. Heat throbs between your legs, lips not daring to part in case a moan slips and exposes just how much you need him already.

Instead, you lean closer to gain better access to the elegant curve between his shoulder and his neck. He shakes as you coast your lips down the same slope, searching until you find the sensitive point thrumming and taut. When you do, he sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation of your kisses.

He moans when your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh. He jerks it back and forth between your thighs, your sweet whimpers sending his cheeks pink.

“You’re this fucking soaked?” Every word leaves his lips in shocked bursts of air against you.

You nod in desperation, lips slipping against his jaw, “Because I-I want you, so bad. ”

“Yeah? I want you. ” He groans in abandon into your hair, chanting your name as if conducting a morning prayer. “Good girl, go faster—fuck. Just like that, does that feel good? Your pussy likes my thigh, huh?”

You gasp, unable to believe your ears. Levi stokes the flames to the arousal burning between your legs. You’re whimpering so much your voice grows thin and hoarse.

You’d had the sneaking suspicion that Levi could hone his dirty mouth for this very purpose, and you want nothing more than to see how far he can take it.

“If this is a dream, then what’s this?” You lurch your hips, fitting yourself bare and slick against the hardness threatening to rip through his briefs.

Your breaths sync, messy and laboured as Levi teases and teases, rutting his clothed cock against your cunt. His entire body is beholden to your touch growing harder and hotter at every contact.

“God, I love you,” you moan.

“And I really love you.”

He halts your motions, taking them for himself as he plants a heavy grip on your ass, rolling your lower body himself. Dumbing movements that work you until you dare to snap.

Finally, you attempt to tug down his briefs, but he slaps your hands away, ripping them down his thighs and kicking them to disappear at your feet.

“What’d you say? Just minutes ago.” He nudges his leaking cock against your folds, watching your eyelids flicker.

“I said, I want you,” you drawl.

“And you want it ?”

“Put it in now, please . I’m already ready for you…Vi,” you breathe erotically into his ear before scrambling your hand between your aching bodies.

You both moan in tandem as he bottoms out in seconds, your slick walls like plush silk.

He groans, deep and husky. “You feel so fucking good today. Can I turn you over?”

You moan a shaky ‘yes’ into his shoulder, and he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your form into an arch. You whine at the loss of him, impatient until…. “Levi!”

His hands sink in deep and rough, pulling you apart to relish the sight. “Levi?” you hiss, cheeks burning, as you attempt to peak over your shoulder.

He squeezes in warning, “Let me look, don’t be embarrassed…it’s, so, fucking, beautiful,” he whispers, more to himself than you.

“Vi…” you drawl. “Don’t look at it like that.”

He hums in soft negation. “Twitching like that….” He leans closer, the gentle whirs of his breath making your clit throb.

“Just for me. All for me and me only. Twitching to be filled, and the day hasn’t even begun,” he continues, his tone mocking and low.

“Levi, I need it, now.”

“Mm? But all this, sweetheart….” He drags his tongue across your slick thigh and groans at the taste. “So, so, sweet.”

He pulls you closer and licks at your arousal, and when he reaches your clit he sucks on it until it produces a lewd pop. You whimper, unabashed at the pleasure it sends rocketing through your veins.

“Please, Levi.” Breathless you beg, and not entirely sure what for.

He pulls away, voice pitched even lower, “All this mess dripping from the sweetness between your legs, sweetheart.”

He wades his tongue through your soaked folds, and the vibrations of his undone groans cause you to force your face further into your pillow. All in a poor attempt to muffle your whines there.

“You taste so sweet it’s driving me fucking crazy. Makes me want to lick you clean, but…. ”

The mattress shifts behind you, his fingers digging right into your ass. “Right now, I need to see you like this, my angel.”

His cock brushes your opening, but only briefly before he thrusts into your pulsing sex. Your moan is so obscene you’re sure you feel Levi grow another inch inside you at the sound.

“I wanna see you take it like this, this morning, my love. Can you do that for me?”

The haze of your arousal and your lust has you speechless and drooling onto your pillow. You’re also still so curious to see how much further your sweet, grumpy lover can take this.

“ More .”

He turns your face against the cushion, forcing the hair away from your eyes.

“Then let me see that pretty face and tell me what you want?” he urges, his thrusts hard and delicious. Leaving only his tip and then roughly snapping his cock right back in over and over.

“That-that filthy mouth of yours, more !”

“Mm? You wanna hear how much I wanted to bend you over like this?”

“Hm?” You moan in an affirmative.

“While I held this pretty ass in my hands as I did? …Huh ?”

The bed frame slams into the wall as he fucks you rough enough for you to make a sound for him this time. “Don’t be stubborn, baby.”

When the bed frame audibly splinters from the force a loud and broken moan finally slips your mouth.

He coos you through it as he slows back down, both of your breathing ragged and uneven. Whilst Levi groans at the way you whimper brokenly into his pillow. “You feel so good around my cock like this.”

“No, you feel even better.” Levi’s hitting you so deliciously in this downward angle.

The juxtaposition between his soft pet names and the explicit references to his cock and your pussy has you reeling. Now the sounds of Levi fucking you drown out the twitters of the morning birds, the creaking of the bedframe, or anything else outside these four damn walls.

His grip on your ass remains like a vice, but he presses his body flush against your back as he keeps up his punishing rhythm. His lips brush your ear as he speaks directly into it. “Now I really know. You do like my dirty mouth, throbbing like that on my cock about it. I had no idea my love was such a filthy girl who liked it a little hard sometimes.”

“Levi—you’re driving me fucking crazy!”

“I know, baby.” He nips your ear, “I can feel it, remember.” His hand runs down your thigh, slick coating his palm. “Like I said, filthy.”

Levi’s every utterance, every action sends you spiralling further into a bottomless pit of lust and devotion. The sounds of your bodies merging fills the room, like music to your ears—like a honeymoon morning.

“From now on, if you want rough, I can do that. You want it slow? You want it calm. Tell me, and we’ll do it. Tell me— everything .”

“I will, but isn’t that embarrassing?”

“Huh? You asked for it today?” He teases, “Besides, the only embarrassing thing is how much my pleasure is dependent on yours. So sweetheart, you better come on my cock. Or I’ll get upset,” he hisses into your ear, coiling his arm over your chest he fucks you even harder. “Okay?”

“O-okay!” Every slam of his cock, robs you of air.

"Y’know, I think this is the best way to start the day.”

He groans deeply, biting down your shoulder as you clench on him, so close. "The perfect way. Let's do this every morning, then,” he shakily offers.

"Damn it, c’mere,” he moans into your ear and then flips you onto your back, hands gripping your breasts and pushing them together. The way your face scrunches makes him even needier, chasing your release more than his. "I'll do it."

“Yeah?”

"We've gotta make up for all the years. We weren't fuck"—he tries to catch his breath —"doing this, don't know how we weren't."

"I don't know how, fuck, I fucking love you," you groan. “Levi, oh my god!”

He ducks down to your ear, rubbing on your clit just the way you like.

“And I love you , sweetheart. Now be good. Be good, and come on it for me.”

“I’ll be good!” You wrap your thighs around his hips tighter. Levi doesn't let up for a second, pulsing against that spot deep inside while he plays with your clit. “Yes’m gonna!”

You attempt to hide under your forearm, but Levi pries it away, pushing his lips down onto yours instead. You moan into his mouth as you come, slipping from the kiss, but he catches your lower lip between his teeth.

The pleasure ripples through every part of you, blinding and shaking you to your core.

You crumble into his chest, breathless and boneless. “Oh my fucking god, Levi.”

He smirks, thumb tracing your lip as he grants you temporary respite. “You were so good, sweetheart.”

But then, when he resumes, he catapults you right back into your fading climax. “Look so fucking beautiful when you’re taking it.”

You gasp as you’re faced with another impending orgasm.

He tries to last, but the way you’re clenching on him through his thrusts feels way too good. He pulls out, warmth covering your thighs as he grunts out your name with a string of pleas.

The room fills with your uneven breaths. Levi’s hands grip at your curves—grounding your both. Your hands smooth through his hair as you coo sweet nothings to him. “I’ve almost done it inside a few times,” he pants.

There goes that topic again. Your heartbeat grows as frenzied as it was just moments ago. You try your best to remain cool, emanating Levi’s usual calm.

He whispers your name, tender and soft, filling you with the courage to face him. You grab his face, pulling him close. His expression is glorious, his body and face so relaxed, a giddiness fills you because no one could recognise him in this state. He's like a different person.

"It wouldn't be so bad, would it?" you dare ask, voice small. “What’d you think?”

He raises his brow, and a shiver flickers down your spine. "What are you saying?"

"That if you wanted to have kids, “ you swallow, letting out a stuttered breath. “With me, that is . That I'd want to have kids with you."

“C’mere.” He bops his nose against yours, eyes unwavering in their conviction. "I want to, with you. Of course, I do.”

“Levi?” Tears glaze your eyes.

"But I want to marry you first."

Your eyes well with tears, and he chuckles, his own welling with affection. "I'll propose, but it's a surprise. And no, I won't tell you when or how…like I said, a surprise .”

His cheeks flush, and he smiles so much that his eyes become overtaken with long black lashes. The sight makes your knees weak.

"You and surprises? Who are you, and what have you done to my Levi."

"I'm here, becoming more of the man I've always wanted to be, thanks to you." He taps his thigh, exhaling when you stretch to lay your head on them. “Step by step. Let’s do it when it feels right.”

You nod, kissing his knuckles. “As long as you're sure.”

“We’re on the same page here, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“ Yeah .”

"I think we'd be good parents." you muse.

He pulls you into his arms, pressing a breathy kiss to your brow. “Mmhm, we will. Now , let’s get you clean.”

You giggle into his chest as he carries you into the bathroom, “Captain Levi, sir? Aren’t we breaking a few rules?”

“Oi!”

You end up wrestling on the bathroom mat.

“We’ve gotta open the shop later,” he told you, breathless with you pinned beneath him. “We’re showering, no seducing. Got that?”

Fortunately for you, Levi is crazy good at detecting imaginary sexual subtext, apparently . Innocently you rub your hands down your body, coaxing the water between your legs. His eyes flash at yours in silent warning, following a husky murmur of your name from his corner of the shower.

“What? I need to shower around….” you gesture to your lower body, smirking at the blush spreading down his chest. You wink, “Hey. You got me all filthy, remember? I’m just washing my body, Vi.”

Filthy . His cock twitches at the word, reminding him of your time barely an hour ago.

“Fucking hell,” he snaps, and then in seconds, is knelt before you. “Well…are you done?”

Somewhat amused, you grin at him, wordless and in love. Yet Levi is worked up all over again, his cock weeping and erect. He clicks his tongue as he spreads your folds. "I know what you wanted. You wanted me to clean you like this, didn’t you? Just like I told you earlier.”

Now, why would you argue?

You nodded, smirking at his heated expression. Even though Levi had insisted on a sex-free shower, he had been eyeballing you the entire time. He sunk his tongue into you, closing his lips over your clit as he devoured your pussy. You moaned, grinding on his face. His own sounds vibrated against your sex, only fuelling your arousal.

His hand reached up to hold yours, steely eyes alight, “Wanted to do this earlier. You taste so fucking sweet.”

And that’s how successful the sex-free shower was. Levi had you gasping against the tiles, relishing you like a man starved. Telling you just how sweet your pussy was on his tongue.

Somehow, you’d both broken apart to prepare and cook breakfast before opening the shop. But then you found yourself bent over the counter with Levi’s hands snaking up your shirt, gripping both of your breasts, and then he dragged you toward the sofa, pulling you onto his lap.

Your body's never burned so hot; you feel the tack of sweat as you reach down and push Levi’s cock inside.

You both moan obscenely, entirely in sync. You throw your head back, and Levi’s eyelids flutter. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He cannot wait for you to sink down further. Instead, he holds your entire weight by a grip on your hips, rolling his own until he’s wholly sheathed inside you. “You feel too good.” He groans into your hair. “I can’t get enough.”

He punctuates every thrust into your throbbing cunt with a slam. With both hands pressed to his chest, you forge a rhythm. His name is sweet on your tongue.

It feels perfect. The way your pussy squeezes him as you push yourself down on him. He hits a deep spot inside you that has your slick oozing down his dick and clinging at the base of him. “Why is this so addictive? What if we fuck all day–and c-can’t stop?” you cry into his lips.

“Making love,” he corrects, nibbling on your lower lip. “Wanna stop?” he asks, but his thrusts only grow harder. The obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and your soaked cunt echoed through the house.

“No!”

“Of course, you don’t, squeezing me so fuckin’ tight–I couldn’t leave if I tried, sweetheart.” He takes your ass in greedy handfuls, dropping you down onto the coffee table. “No matter how sensitive you must be—for me , you take it so well. You’re insatiable.”

“Because it feels too good being full of you, Vi!”

“Yeah? Well, do you know how good you feel? Unbelievable.” You moan at his words. He’s talking you closer and closer…

“Why’d you think I can’t keep my fucking cock out of you?”

That will do it.

“My god, Levi!” He leans down, nipping on your ear with a deep moan as you throb so erratically on him.

“Let go, sweetheart. Make a mess of your sweet fucking-” You’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s given you today already, your entire body vibrating in his hold.

He helps your breath slow, dragging himself in and out to help you ride out the cluster of sensations. “That’s just what I wanted.”

He cups your face in adoration, but you watch as his eyes flick down to your pussy as he pulls out, exhaling at the beads of your arousal that drool out of you.

You catch the way he glances, and it makes your cheeks burn. “Are you thinking the same thing?” you ask, voice small.

“That I wish it were mine… maybe, ” he says, toying with your slick and rubbing it over the tip of his cock. “Don’t,” he orders calmly, jaw taut at the idea. “Let’s not rush into this.”

He’s driving you crazy this morning.

“I don’t know how we’ll ever stop,” he hums airily.

“Levi, please,” you drawl as he rubs himself against your clit, “Couldn’t you…I want that. You want that. We discussed it.”

The neediness in your tone is going to drive him crazy.

“There’s no rush.” He kisses along your jaw, coaxing. His chest pressed against your own, the skin-to-skin contact crumbling you into dust. “Fuck.” He sighs, “Let’s go to work, sweetheart.”

“But, you didn’t-”

“But nothing.” He kisses your forehead sweetly and then helps you to your feet. “Step by step.”

You careen into his hold, “ Step by step.”

As you walk to Ackerman’s hand in hand, Levi’s hand coiled in yours, you rejoice in this privilege. You and Levi made it this far, cultivated your own lives, thrive in the mundane, and love each other wholly and completely. For once, the present feels more bountiful and beautiful than the prospect of any ideal or imagined future, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day. ‘Step by step.’

Because if you ever knew anything, you knew your future would always be Levi. And now as well as the past, he is, in fact, your present too. ***

Slyly, you brush your ass against Levi’s crotch once more. Pouring a mug of oolong for a regular whilst feigning total innocence. You almost yelp when Levi bites down on your earlobe, his hand grabbing your ass simultaneously. “Do that again, and I’ll spank it,” he hisses.

“Yes sir—” Jenny approaches the counter, snapping you out of your lewd fantasies. “Jenny, here is your tea. Enjoy!”

She smiles back knowingly between you and Levi, and heat rushes to your cheeks. “Don’t distract me then,” Levi chirps behind you.

The rest of the shift runs smoothly, that’s with counting all the times you and Levi almost tear each other's clothing to shreds between customers. Loaded glances, purposeful brushes of fingertips against thighs and chests…

Yet as you close the store as usual, whilst upbeat instruments sound through the vinyl player. Levi’s eyes cannot help but follow you as you fluff up chair cushions and wipe at the tables, humming to the tune.

“You’re staring,” you hum aloud.

Shit. “I was thinking about Lotti, actually. We should get her a friend.”

Although Leslie can dogsit so often, due to being a writer who prefers writing from the comfort of his own home, Levi is wary.

You tease him no end as you head home. The irony of him asking for another dog is not lost on you at all. Nevertheless, when you and Levi pick Lotti up, Munro promises you he’ll surprise you with a worthy companion when the following pets are delivered to the store.

After dinner, Levi flops beside you, sleepy and content. He tugs you to lay against his chest. It’s his way of being clingy. Giddy, you discourage him from passing out from pushups in the next room. “Stay with me,” you sing.

He chuckles in lazy amusement, “Oh, I will. You’ve worn me out. Let’s just be glad that thunder spear didn’t blow off my dick.”

“Levi!” Lotti joins your cosy, blanketed heap, curling up on Levi’s lap. “You’re right, though.”

“Damn right I am, vixen…” he drawls, the two of you falling asleep in minutes.

***

Levi was not a stranger to your anxiety, no matter how well you sometimes hid it from others and even him. He, too, had been thinking about the cadet’s departure that was coming up this Saturday.

Earlier, when Lukas had stopped by for a coffee, you had inquired about his partner Finn’s bar, The Ivory. At the same time, Onyankopon had come in to visit you both, a shit-eating grin on his face as he inspected Levi’s neck. Of course, he knew Lukas, “Liberio Monthly Capital Press! Best man they’ve got! Finn knows Ebony, so that’s how we met.”

“Lukas, would we be able to throw some kind of celebration tomorrow for our…” You struggled to find the words, and even Levi did too, both of you willing the other to telepathically recall the appropriate word.

“Their ex-cadets, or as Levi here would call them, his brats!” Onyankopon interjected, chuckling. “They’re leaving for another year, again. ”

Clearly, Lukas detected the looks on your faces because he was more than excited to extend the offer. “Sure! We have some musicians coming in to play some jazz for us tomorrow night, and we’d love to have you all.

You beamed beside Levi, “Sounds good. They’ll like that.”

He stole glances at you as you got ready, fixing your hair, changing into a long-sleeved navy dress, and pulling on your beige trench coat. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered, gripping your nape as he planted a passionate kiss upon your lips. “But you always do.” You giggled, utterly lovesick.

Somehow you arrived at The Ivory per Onaynkopon’s poorly drawn map. You’d both laughed heartily when you’d first seen it, but it got you here in the end.

The bar is nicer than Levi, or you had expected too, housing young and old regulars judging by the murmurs of those queuing at the bar.

With an atmosphere Levi doesn’t mind for the type of place that usually triggers memories of his childhood. Of which he’d rather not reminisce about at your side.

The walls are deep violet, all kinds of art pinned and hanging above the bar and on its walls, cosy, intimate nooks and splashes of padded leather seating border the room, the main floor clear for people to stand, chat and mingle.

You nudge him, gesturing toward the stage, “I’m excited about the music. Pon said it’s the music he gave us! Jazz.”

“Better than the classical shit we had to listen to at all those expedition fundraiser events back home,” you cackle beside him, tapping your wine glass against his.

“Oh my, there they are!”

Onyankopon had been responsible for picking them up from their hotel for this impromptu surprise. They surge toward you like a pack of animals when they spot you both.

“Brats!” They took great pleasure in picking you and Levi up, embarrassing you proudly to the crowds at first. And then, after their excitable greetings, you and Levi took to watching over them like protective parents for the next few hours.

Jean and Connie pose in front of the goodbye banner pasted to the top of the bar whilst Armin takes a photo. Reiner and Annie don’t look so miserable for once, at least, letting themselves enjoy their last night of freedom. Pieck and Mikasa huddle together, an unlikely combination, yet Pieck manages to rouse a smile in her that you and Levi appreciate.

“They’re happier,” you whisper.

Levi leans to kiss your head, “They are.”

“Somehow, though, I can really feel his absence.”

“Me too.”

You and Levi haven't visited Eren since it all ended. Even though Paradis’s official restorations to its architecture and post-war damage are close to being finished. It’s all over the papers.

Familiar faces appear over the night, including Amelia and her sister. You’d hoped they wouldn’t stop by, but they did.

“Amelia, hey!” You force through gritted teeth, coiling your arm around Levi’s bicep even tighter.

Her eyes flash over the marks flushing above Levi’s collar, and on your neckline, even in the bar’s darkness. “Nice ring…”

“Thanks.” Levi stifles a chuckle at the way your eyes narrow.

“I think I owe you both an apology.”

You hold back a heavy sigh. Gesturing for her to continue.

“Because of the exhibit, I heard that Reader was….” Surprisingly she appears sincere and docile as her eyes burn into the floor, and she avoids the both of you. “Attacked.”

Levi’s heart sinks at the way you stiffen beside him. “I hadn’t done right by you both by avoiding this—“

“It’s fine. I understand that the exhibit is important. It’s not your fault, though, I will say. The thing you need to apologise for is putting your hands on Levi when he said no, Amelia.”

“I was waiting for this.” Her eyes narrow, “You told her?”

Levi shrugs, leaving the talking to you. “If the roles had been reversed,” you hiss, distaste, knitting your brows.

“I suppose you’re right. Levi, I'm sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was feeling pathetic.” She sighs, “And you too, I see now that you and Levi are joined at the hip-“

“That shouldn't be the only reason you keep your hands off somebody who says no, but we’ll take on board the apology anyway. And Amelia, I respect your enthusiasm for the preservation of our history. I do. Levi and I will come by at some point. You’ve put in all that work, after all.”

“ Seriously ? You’re just as nice as they say, aren’t you?”

“ Probably .”

You both share an uneasy laugh, but you feel her defences lower, if not momentarily.

“I’ve said my goodbyes to the cadets and my piece to you both. Enjoy your night.” And with that, she leaves you both alone.

“Look at you being all civil, island devil, ” Levi whispers, you swat him but careen into his fond grasp with a chuckle.

“We’re not all bad, huh? But she better not touch you again.”

That’s my girl.

“ What do you think of her apology?”

“I think she’s a spoiled brat who’s used to getting what she wants, but if you see hope. I do, too.”

“Levi, Reader! Come join us!” Armin calls, beckoning you both to their table.

“Look at us, huh!” Jean cackles into his pint, slamming it down with his arms thrown drunkenly over Mikasa and Armin’s shoulders.

“Another year, here we come!”

“I wish Historia could come with us,” Reiner groans.

Annie chuckled, flicking his temple, “Seriously, seriously creepy.”

“I’ve been working on our speeches for the next peace talks, and Historia tells me that the people of Paradis are reasoning with communication to other nations. It means in a few years, we can settle down, guys! Maybe even back home!”

Whenever Armin speaks, conviction shines in his eyes, and he manages to bring ease to you all, even at the mention of the challenges that remain ahead.

With grins on your faces you all clink your glasses together, “To freedom!”

“To our diplomats!” You holler.

“To us all! And to everyone who came before us!”

“One day, we’ll see you all on the other side,” Mikasa adds, smiling into her glass. “We’ll share one when I get over there, Sash !”

Her eyes grow glassy, Connie’s too. “Damn it! I love you guys!” he slurs.

You and Levi’s eyes well with pride, “I’m damn proud of you, kids!” he yells, collapsing everyone into laughter with his classic Captain voice.

Tonight has been everything you and Levi could have imagined. As you sway in the audience beside him, the quartet rousing everyone around you, Levi’s eyes remain on you.

At this point, I've taken her in every room in the house. I can taste her on my lips, the tang of her sweat, the softness of her hair brushing against my neck.

He taps the side of your jaw with a needy drawl of your name, and the tender look in your eyes when you face him has him filling with emotion. He cups the back of your neck, locking you in a loving kiss the moment blanketed by the crowd.

When you finally pull away, Levi clutches your wrist to bring you closer.

“I’m sure my dicks bruised,” he blurts, smirking when you cackle at the admission.

“Hardly my fault.” You grin, “One moment.”

Is this the way she always looks at me?

Levi has no idea what you want, but his body is on fire from how your eyes undress him before you inevitably break his eyes.

Does she want me to follow her to the bathroom?...But I think this is how she always looks at me.

Levi parts the crowd, pacing down the hall until he reaches the unisex cubicles. He looks over his shoulder before he issues a brisk knock to the only occupied stall. Luckily the entire crowd is hooked on the performance, and Levi is hooked on you. “Um fuck–there’s someone in here!” you call out, voice wobbly.

“It’s me.”

You release a silent squeal into your palm, “Levi!”

“I thought you were inviting me in here?” he hisses.

Your fronts clash as you pull Levi in, and his hands fly to the hem of your dress, hoisting you over his hips. “You weren’t, then?” he asks, breathless.

“Well, you’re here now, so. Fuck me.” You nibble on his ear, and he groans, your words ghosting his skin.

“No, not here. You can wait till later, until then. Let’s teach you a little lesson.”

He happily indulges you for several moments, tugging you close for a heated kiss.

And as your back hits the wall, Levi hitches your thigh over his hip. You mewl with need when he tears your panties aside underneath your dress.

“Levi?” He bites on your lip, and you swallow a moan. As he drags your lower lip forward, eyes burning yours, his hand unzips his pants, and he plunges the tip of him inside.

His hand covers your moan, and his hips remain still. An amused smirk on his pretty mouth. “That’s all you’re getting.”

Your eyes plead with him.

“You want more?” he whispers into your ear, “Mm? Well, you won’t get it.” He jerks your lower half forward and back, fucking you on the measly inches he’s willing to grant–easing not even an inch further of himself inside.

“More,” you mewl against his palm, “Vi-ii.”

“No, sweetheart.” He at least gives your clit some attention, tutting at how your eyelids flutter. But as soon as he feels your jaw growing slack, he pulls away, fixing his pants with a smirk.

You scowl at him, pulling down your dress. “You’re evil.”

“Mm, I see.” He takes your hand and guides you out of the stall.

“Not in a bathroom, sweetheart. They’re filthy.” He chuckles at your expression.

Wordlessly you practically stumble beside him, your panties damp and your heart still thudding in your chest. Adrenaline, anticipation, you love this side of him.

The life booming down the hall grows closer and closer until you’re met with Jean and Connie tottering onstage, singing nonsense with their backs pressed to the saxophone players.

The crowd is wild, whistling and cheering them on. The rest of the cadets applaud in the front row, Jean tips his hat, and the room fills with screeches and mock moans.

Levi sighs, “Lovely, they’re not up to too much trouble.” You fall into fond laughter.

Hours later, when Onyankopon whisks Levi away and the cadets sway drunkenly hand in hand, you slip to the bar. But as you wait for your water a presence creeps up on you.

A pair of eyes, you feel them, leering and close. But when you turn to catch the culprit, there are nothing but jovial customers at the smoking area exit. But, you follow the pit in your stomach that tells you something is dangerous for you or someone else. You chug back the water and stalk through the crowd.

The exit plunges you into the icy night air causing you to tug your sleeves right down to your fingertips. You follow the crass laughs of men. Wilfully ignoring all of the scenarios running through your head–someone could get hurt.

You reach a corner, peeping down the exit of the alleyway. A pack of men stand clustered together, waiting, no doubt, for somebody poor and unassuming.

Quickly you tuck yourself behind the safety of the wall. It feels too late to grab Levi now. Maybe they’re smoking there because the smoking area is too full. Perhaps they’re innocent-

“You can’t catch an Eldian here. Clubs owned by a queer, he’d never have it.” They collapse into laughter.

“A fucking what?” you hiss to yourself.

“Did you guys see her?”

“You’re paranoid! After what we did to her. She wouldn’t be out like this!”

“I’m betting we broke that bitches ribs! Famous soldier, my fucking ass, Reader, huh?”

It’s them. Your attackers. You knew they sounded familiar.

Your eyes dart around you, blood pounding in your ears. You grab a wine bottle from The Ivory’s glass trash. But a hand locks around your wrist, the culprit pulling you into their chest.

The smell of cedarwood soap and black tea leaves invades your senses. “I thought we no longer condoned violence.”

You clutch him, voice shaking, “Levi, it’s them.”

The way Levi unhands you gives you whiplash. “Look at me. The police are searching for them in there. Onyankopon’s talking to em, but, I slipped out to give us some time.” He rolls up his sleeves, tugging the knife out of his shoe. “So…

Your eyes widen at the sight.

“We’re doing this, together, right? ”

Your fear turns to excitement. “Let’s be young once more, Ackerman.”

He kisses your brow, “We are island devils, after all.”

Levi’s presence behind you is strong. You can practically smell the aggression seeping from his pores as you walk out into the open. “I fucking told you, it’s her! No fucking broken ribs, idiot!”

“Brought the Ackerman this time? Interesting!” the largest one goads, his sick smirk visible even in the darkness of this alley.

“Damn right she did.”

Levi’s doing a run and jump on him before you can even blink. Without even processing what to do next, your body pulls to his like a magnet, rushing to his side. You check his blind spot before you jump and curve your entire lower body, shin crashing down one of their napes. A guttural groan rips from his chest, and he lands on the concrete with an assortment of cracks.

Another one nears you, “Fucking bitch!-” You curl your arm and let your fist pound his throat. Levi crashes another into a wall beside you, jerking his blade into his palm until he keels over from the shock and sheer speed of his blood loss.

Then Levi already has the next man on the floor, crushing his foot into his face. He lurches his body over another, in sync, backs facing; you and Levi take them all out, one by one.

Slowly but surely, the adrenaline peels back to expose the sounds of music, the sounds of voices, the laboured gasps and breaths leaving your and Levi’s bodies.

Your fists ache. Levi drops his blade to the floor. Beneath you, their bodies are tessellated and stacked over one another like a fish market display, except their long wet bodies are covered in darkening blood.

Levi’s arm hooks around you, steadying you indefinitely.

“What you gonna do? Kill us now?” The largest man now croaks, spewing out blood on the concrete.

Levi makes a point of humming and cocking his brow at you. You shake your head, trying not to grin at your lover. You crouch down, tugging his hair until his face scrapes the gravel and he yelps out in pain, an evil scowl on his face.

“We’ll let you off just this once. I guess you’d forgotten us Eldians were devils, huh?”

“Matt! They’re here! Now!” You startle at the sound of Onyankopon’s voice. And then all the noises blend into one. All the bodies of the partygoers pool the narrow alley. Some of the Cadets rush to your sides, wrapping their arms around you and drunkenly slurring with joy.

A round of applause emerges all around you, Liberio officers warily eye the bloody scene before accepting their superior’s orders with firm nods.

A mousy woman makes you jolt as she taps your arm. “Hey, you don’t know me, but I saw your story in the paper, and I knew I recognised them, especially when you followed them.”

Your eyes soften, “Thank you. I’m Reader. Nice to meet you.”

She tells you of her own experience. It had been not too dissimilar to yours. You resist the urge to throw her arms around her neck at the way her voice wobbles.

“Cassie, I’m sorry it took so long for you to get the justice you deserved. You too.” The man extends a hand to you both.

“I’m Matt Smith, and this is my wife, Cass. Between you and me. I’m glad you did a number on them before we got here. I’d planned worse. I sincerely thank you, Reader and Levi. For your service, too, of course.”

You smile at the woman, watching her careen into her husband's arms, “I’m glad you’ll be able to sleep again, Cassie.”

She clasps your hand, “No more looking over our shoulders. It was very nice to meet you in person, Reader.”

Matt leans forward, “You want that knife back, sir?” he whispers in Levi’s ear.

Levi’s head tilts, asking you a wordless question. But to your surprise, he chuckles and then shakes his head. “Keep it.”

Matt’s team bundled the men into their cars, cuffing them all against the walls of the alleyway and soiling their uniforms with blood in the process.

Levi’s eyes soften as he watches Mikasa and Jean sprint towards you both, their shoulders butting into gawping onlookers. “What’s going on? What happened?” Jean pants.

“We found them.”

Mikasa grabs the last of the men before he can head into the car. Her forearm cutting off his oxygen. The police officers freeze, all of their eyes on her. “Mikasa!” Levi warns her though it's so uncharacteristically tame that you struggle to hide your laughter.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?!”

The man turns to you both, “We never knew any better. We’re sorry!” he stutters.

Levi's face hardens. “Too late for that now, isn’t it? You’re lucky the police are here. If they weren't, you wouldn’t be breathing, much less talking.”

All of the blood leaves his face, not just because Mikasa is threatening to cut off the blood supply to his brain.

“Eldians–took–everything–from us!”

The vein in Levi’s neck pulls taut. “Get him out of her sight, Mika.”

Her eyes darken, smashing his head on the roof of the car before she throws him inside. “Miss, you can’t-”

She smiles, turning to the officer, “Sorry, I don’t know my own strength sometimes,” she answers, voice honeyed.

Moments later, the cadets huddle beside you and Levi as the cars depart one by one.

Triumphant, overwhelming cheers sound out into the night. Two hardened but gentle hands coax you away from the noise, ushering you paces away.

As soon as you’re alone, his sturdy arms wrap around your upper back, and finally, you let your defences crash readily at your feet. You crumble and melt into his warmth. “It’s all over now. It’s okay, sweetheart.”

You find your voice once more, finally feeling at home in your own skin. “Levi.” Yet instead of catching your breath, you choke on it, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’ve been so scared. I just didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t wanna burden you with it,” you sob through hiccups.

“You could never burden me with anything.” He rocks you as voices sound in the distance, drunk laughter dancing through whistles of wind.

“You don’t need to be scared anymore. We did it together, protected each other, we’re family, and you’re mine.”

“I want us to have a family,” you sniffle into his chest, hiding in his chest as you squeeze him tighter.

“C’mere, talk to me.”

“Levi, I-“ You pull away, “I want all of it with you.”

“My love…” Impassioned Levi’s lips meet yours. In this cold, you shiver, but you’re on fire.

“You’re sure that’s what you want? Can you handle it? I-”

“With you by my side, I can handle anything. That’s how it’s always been.”

He pauses, and his eyes are lidded. “Reader.” He plunges his lips back on yours, the way his mouth melds with yours, dripping with desire. Your legs buckle under the intensity.

“Let’s go home and start our fucking family, now.”

Returning to the club hand in hand, like lovesick teenagers, you say your goodbyes, finalising the details for seeing away the cadets at the docks. It’s bittersweet, all of it. But Levi manages to make it all a little less bitter, though.

Dragging you down an alleyway at the mention of the cubicle incident just hours before as you depart home on foot.

Levi cages you against the wall as his hand wanders along your inner thigh. ”Don’t start what you can’t finish.” He nips your ear, trailing his lips down your neck.

You're past shame, eagerly parting your legs to grind yourself on the thigh he nudges against your sex. Levi checks either side of the alley, hooking a finger underneath your gusset and exposing your soaked pussy to the night air.

“That’s it. Show me how wet you are,” he coos, his soft whisper ghosting your mouth. “Do we have to get you off? Right. Fucking. Here?”

“Oh fuck.”

Two of his fingers swirl at your slick in circles.

“Levi, don’t tease,” you whine, grinding yourself into his palm.

“What do you say to going home and getting filled all over again?”

I wonder how she’d feel knowing how badly I wanted to hold her down and fill her with my come all night. Until she was so delirious, she could only call my name.

You gasp into the corner of his mouth, “Vi, tell me. You’re not ordinary, right? Those words, you like it too, huh?” Your cheeks burn. “Y’know, the way you were this morning.”

“Mm, something like that, sweetheart,” he croons, flicking your clit until you fall apart in his neck.

“I just mean, surely there are things you wanna do or say to me. That you may think I don’t want or won’t like,” you stammer.

“What things?” he purrs before he takes your breath, sinking two of his fingers in you knuckle deep. “Tell me,” he commands silkily.

“In the bedroom.”

“Ah?” You cover your own mouth so Levi doesn’t make you scream into the night with his fingers' skilful, deft movements.

“What if I told you–that I wanna tie you to our bed and fuck you full of my come, until you couldn’t take anymore inside. Until you were dripping with what I’d done to you… my love .”

You groan at his words as they stir arousal in your lower belly you’ve never felt. “Yes, I want that. I need that!”

“ Need it, huh?” An affectionate kiss of praise presses against your jaw. “You’re so wet you could take me right here…you would if I asked, wouldn’t you?”

You gasp, “Of course, I would. I’d do anything for you, Levi.”

“I know, you’re such a good girl.” He leaves you empty, sliding his fingers onto your tongue.

“Seems unfair for me not to share.”

You whine on the digits, sucking obediently while Levi ruts his hard cock against you. He cups the heat between your legs, pitching his voice low. “You know what I’d do anything for? This pussy .”

“Vi!” you hiss, burying yourself into the warmth of his solid frame.

“I love licking it, I love tasting it. Thrusting my fucking cock into it…it’s taking me everything not to get on my knees for it, right here, right now.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Levi, your cock, I-I ache without it.”

His fingers brush your quivering hole once more, “Oh? We can’t have that. Show me where it hurts.”

You nod into his neck, groaning when Levi’s fingers tease that pleasure spot drooling for his attention. “How much can you take for me?”

Over the past few days, you’ve had moments where you’ve found it hard to believe that mere months separate: the shy man you sat with in Sasha’s and the man whispering all these dirty little nothings in your neck right now.

Levi’s so confident in his skin now. It’s undeniably thrilling and sexy.

He finger-fucks you until he has to hold you up straight, the wall useless. Your pussy dripping down your thighs and drowning Levi’s fingers.

You shake in his arms, “My god, Levi. You’re gonna kill me.”

He smirks, pulling your panties back over your drooling cunt. He sucks away your taste and coils his hand through yours. “Just wait until we get home.”

When you arrive home, exhausted and stripped bare, Levi washes your back, kissing all the while he adorns planes of your skin with his hands. You careen into him, steam fogging the windows, the tiles, and the mirror. “I love you,” you gasp into his lips.

You breathe deep and as focused as you can muster, so you can stay calm enough to memorise how his body feels pressed against yours. How perfect it feels.

Levi sits on the shower bench, beckoning you upon his lap. His tongue laps at you all over, eyes lidded and adoring the angel before him.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He grunts into your lips, fingers sinking into your hips. “Y’know, seeing you like that tonight, I’d missed it.”

You grin, carding your hands through his wet hair, “Oh?”

“It reminded me of the fierce woman I met. It reminded me of how strong you are. I want you to know that I’m protective of you, not because I underestimate your strength but because I couldn’t bear not being at your side if something was to happen.”

You link your hand with his, eyes crinkling, “Because we’re stronger together, right?”

“Well because I can never lose you,” he hums.

The emotions that Levi rouses in you.

In a heated heap, you both land on the bed, skin still damp. You melt into each other, lips hot and aching, bodies grinding in every direction. Your arms wrap tight around Levi’s neck, unwilling to let him go, not tonight–not ever.

“You’re all mine,” you whimper.

“You’re all fucking mine,” he pants into your neck, delighting in the moan that tears from your throat when he slides himself, hot and waiting against your pussy.

“I’m all yours, Levi. Always have been, always will be.” You buck your hips forward, Levi’s cock sliding inside with ease. “M’ waiting to feel you, all of you, tonight.”

“Mm? Gonna take all of me tonight? Because baby, I want to see you full, so fucking full.”

His voice is so husky and arousing you cannot stop the incessant throbbing between your legs.

“Do it,” you moan. “I want it all, inside. Please.”

“Fuck.” He throws his head back, his hips stuttering as he wills away his impending orgasm.

“Don’t hold back. Let go, Vi.”

“You want it, baby? Right in this sweet cunt of yours?” he groans, his voice shaky.

The moan that slips your lips at Levi’s words is sinful.

His thrusts grow sloppy, but they remain hard, his gravity placed on your lower half. He hits that spot inside you repeatedly until tears leak from the pleasure, and you're shaking wildly under him. Creaming all over his cock.

“It’s n-now?” he whimpers, one hand on the headboard, one holding your face. “You really want this? You’re sure?”

“Come inside. Let’s do it together.” You thrust your lips onto his, moaning into Levi’s mouth at the sensation that immediately follows your words.

He fills you with his warmth as you moan endlessly. And he groans and whines right back too, collapsing against you.

You rock him in your arms, cooing whispered love you’s and shaky exhales of his name. And when he pulls out, your chests heave from the erotic nature of the exchange.

His fingers delve inside and deep, cheeks burning before your eyes. “I did it,” he purrs, scissoring his come inside you. “Now you’re all fucking mine.”

“More,” you groan, dazed and grinning. “Feels good.”

“Oh? Like this?”

You pant, throwing your head back against the pillow, thighs clenching around his hips. “Feels good!”

His tongue flicks over yours, and tangible lust clings to the air around you. Levi couldn’t take his hands off you right now if he tried. Not yet, not tonight.

“Show me that pretty face.”

***

The afterglow of your morning with Levi was even better than the morning after your first time together. Passion and love seeped into every kiss, and every second you spent merged and moaning together. His fingers trailed lovingly over your curves in the bath as you drank tea and laughed and even cried a little.

Reaching the pier hand in hand, your stomach wrenches at the sight of the cadets queuing for their boat. Once they reached the next city over, they’d fly to somewhere far from here. But you’ll see them again soon .

Mikasa breaks first. “Thank you for giving me hope again. Captain’s.” She shakes her head, “Reader, Levi.”

Levi clears his throat, shy. “We’ll be waiting for you all to return. Thank you for allowing us to move on. All of you.”

The waves crash, birds caw, and all of you huddle together. Laughing, crying, saying your goodbyes. “If you guys get married before we come back!” Connie starts.

“We’ll kill ya!” Jean teases, Armin and Mikasa nodding too.

“We can wait a year,” Levi tells them, offering you a cheeky smile. “For marriage.”

“For marriage,” you repeat, giggling.

“You both make me sick!” Onyankopon calls over.

Levi smiles, waving over at him. “Pon! You came?”

He takes off his hat, bowing his head at you all. “Goodbyes are important. Aren’t they!”

The boat staff announce departure once more. Only minutes left.

“We believe in all of you. You’ve already convinced so much of the world. Only pure goodness comes from each of you and your actions,” you swear, hand on your heart. “I know in my heart.”

Armin sniffles in your arms, and even Reiner wraps a hesitant arm around you. “Don’t let anyone tell you any different, got it!”

You, Levi and Onyankopon stand in a loyal line, waving them away as they bicker about whose bags are going with who’s. They remain waving, at least, yelling goodbyes from afar until the boat becomes a dot on the horizon.

Levi dabs his handkerchief over your damp cheeks before he coils his arm around you and pulls you close. “I’ll miss them a lot.”

“They’ll write,” he coos. Onyankopon clears his throat, and your and Levi’s faces frown in confusion at the two boarding passes he produces from his coat pocket.

“Angela and I will take care of Lotti. Take a few days.”

You and Levi accept the tickets, eyes widening as you read. “Huh?”

Paradis.

“Pon, Paradis?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Go! Go and see your homeland. It’s become so beautiful.”

“What’s another goodbye?” you ask.

Before a new beginning.

“It has been years.” Levi turns to you, “We could see Eren.”

You smile, “Yeah, we can go see him.”

“The boat leaves at five today and returns here in two days. Go .”

You grip Levi’s hand tight, “You’re right, Pon. Let’s go.”

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