#attack on titan levi smut

[chosos-mascara]

seven minutes

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - levi hates you. but, after spin the bottle decides your fate, you make up and hatred turns to lust.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college party, alcohol (therefore dub-con), kinda enemies 2 lovers, mentions of cheating (petra to levi), i feel like i wrote him ooc soz, PiV, condom usage, some instruction?

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"He's staring directly at you." Connie spoke, hushed voice close to your ear as his breath fanned over your cheek. Your eyes darted around the room, finally finding the narrow grey ones Connie had been referring to, aimed at you with a killer glare. Once making eye contact, he'd slowly looked away, scowl over his face as he'd watched Erwin speak hands gesturing as his friends had listened closely.

"Let me talk to him." Connie stood, but had been stopped by your hand reaching outward, fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Please, don't. Plus, it's his place - don't get us kicked out of the party." You'd begged him with your gaze, a small shake of the head. "Just ignore him, I'm fine." The persuasion had his figure relaxing, giving in and sitting back down on the battered three seater. Sasha threw an arm around him, sitting widely on the other side of him with drink in hand.

"We should play a game!" Sasha shouted in order for rest of the group to hear, Jean moving his chair closer, Eren, Mikasa and Armin leaning in. "How 'bout truth or dare?" Sasha had ended with a smile, the other members of the group instead groaning. "What?" Her question was lost in the chatter once more as those surrounding had lost interest. Connie had laughed at his friend, an eager girl who'd had a heart bigger than a brain - or perhaps, it had been her stomach.

"Why does Ackerman keep staring?" Jean's voice had pulled you from your focus on Connie and Sasha as he'd had his elbows to thighs, leaning forward.  "He thinks I had something to do with Petra cheating." You spoke as you'd swirled the drink around in the red solo cup, sighing before bringing it to lips. As you drank, you watched Jeans eyebrow furrow, thinking for a moment. He'd tried to connect the dots in his head, but couldn't. Once satisfied with the amount of liquor in your throat, you pulled the cup from your mouth and held it back down upon your lap, liquid now sufficiently lessened. 

"I was friends with Petra, back in freshman year. New to college, new to Germany as a whole - she was the student ambassador assigned to me. Brought me along to some parties, before I met you guys." As you'd explained, you'd looked through the corner of your vision to check what Levi had been doing. He'd stopped obsessing over your every movement, instead complaining to Hange, her arms wrapped around him as she'd laughed. He'd looked miserable as ever. 

"There was a party, it was in February that year - she got off with Eld in seven minutes in heaven. I opened the door and saw them, but didn't tell Levi. He found out a few weeks after and blames me for not telling him sooner." Your explanation had ended with a long exhale of breath you hadn't realised you'd held, another twist of the plastic cup.  "But that's ridiculous-" Jean began, but you raised a hand.  "He's right. I should've told him." Defeated tone, you slumped back against the cushions. 

"Seven minutes in heaven!" The shout of Pieck had brought you from the racing in your mind, an uncomfortable shift in the seat at the ill-timing of the announcement. An innate reaction of your sight meeting with Levi's had made matters worse, his hardened gaze looking back at you. Hange and Erwin had stood, smiling wide and preparing to move forward, while he'd remained seated. Fingers wrapped around your shoulders as you were pulled upward, suddenly aware of Sasha and Connie's excited expressions as they'd dragged you toward the circle forming on the other side of the room. 

"N-no, guys." The protests from your lips had been ignored as you'd fought against them, only to be seated among your group, bottle in the center of a wide circle.  "It'll be fun!" Sasha shouted as the bottle spun, the first pair of students making their way upstairs. First, the bedrooms would be filled out, with the final couple having to make do in the pantry cupboard. Sasha's cheeks turned red when the bottle's mouth had met her space, burning a deeper scarlet when it had spun again to land on Connie. 

That had left you beside Jean, awaiting the final two turns so you'd be able to leave, though as the spinning glass slowed and neared closer to you, your heart had been within your throat. Clear as day, no space for questioning, the green bottle had pointed at no one other than yourself. Time had seemed to slow as you watched anxiously at the second spin, bottle stopping within a matter of seconds. It had been with reluctance as you'd looked up, fear in your eyes replaced with horror when meeting with the bottle's suitor. It can't be-

Levi stared back at you, though hadn't looked frightened - he'd instead been filled with rage. When he'd began to stand, meaning to walk off, he'd been stopped by Erwin, who'd instead offered a shove toward the closet door. You'd been sat in shock, though soon found Eren and Mikasa following Erwin's actions, pushing you toward the pantry only a few meters away until both yourself and Levi had been shoved in, door barricaded on the other side. You'd fought to push it open, shoulder hitting into wood with loud thuds, eventually pushed aside by Levi as he'd repeated your actions. Loud groans of frustration left his chest as he'd kicked at the handle, though it had been in vain. 

"It's no use, Levi. We'll just have to wait until the time's up." A few boxes had been pushed against the wall and you'd taken one, placing it down behind you before sitting on it. Leaning back, you'd rested your head against one of many wooden shelves, watching as Levi had stopped taking his frustrations out on the door, instead sliding down the wood and meeting with the ground beneath his feet. He'd found himself in somewhat of a fetal position, ass to floor and knees folded to chest, head hanging low. Black hair had swayed before his face. 

For the first two minutes, there had been silence. You'd appreciated it, instead listening to the ambient chatter and muted music from beyond the closet door, though when sinking back and moving to allow yourself a more comfortable position, your knee had met with Levi's, igniting a fire within him as his head tilted back upward, eyes locking with yours. 

"Sorry-" You'd began a defensive apology, though had been cut short by his quick and stabbing anger.  "Don't fucking touch me." His words were muttered beneath his breath, though within the quiet of the closet, the closeness of the two of you, you'd been able to hear the statement clearly. "Why are you here, anyway? Who invited you and your shitty friend group?" A sigh of frustration had left you as he'd continued ranting. Drowning out his noise, you closed your eyes - squeezing them shut before taking a leap of faith and beginning to speak the words you'd wanted to say since that evening 18 months prior. 

"Levi -" Beginning, you'd interrupted yourself with a shaky exhale before continuing. "I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I saw them; but Petra was my only friend. I was so scared of being alone that I hadn't thought about you, and how you'd deserved to know."  Levi had let his stiffened exterior relax slightly, shoulders dropping. The open mouth with sharp tongue finally loosened, leaving an expression of thought written across his features. He'd calculated his reply for a few moments as your heart had raced, awaiting some sort of response. You'd considered continuing the apology before he'd finally started to speak, though hadn't needed to before he'd filled the silent air with a softer tone. 

"I appreciate honesty above all else." Levi spoke, hands clasping together, fingers interlacing as he'd continued. "If you'd have told me about Petra, Hange would've spoken to you - Erwin, too. And you have a group now, you didn't need her." Levi's statements felt redundant, though you'd appreciated the sudden lack of animosity.  "I'm sorry, Levi. Not telling you is something I regret, and it's actually part of the reason I don't speak to her anymore." His eyes had met with yours, and for the first time since their break-up, he hadn't looked at you with hate. "I wanted to speak with you about it, but you hated me so much that I couldn't get close to you even if I tried." 

He nodded, another exasperated sigh. "Just thought you'd sided with her." Levi explained, the tension within the closet suddenly lifting. Opening your mouth to speak again, you were interrupted by a loud bang; door opening and leaving Levi to fall backward. Hange had been on the other side, grin wide as Levi had scowled toward her, moving from the carpeted ground to brush himself off at his feet. You smiled toward Hange, pushing yourself from the crate you'd been sat rather uncomfortably upon to leave the cramped cupboard and return to your group of friends. 

"Shit, you were in there with Ackerman?" Jean's voice had been the first you'd heard since returning, to which you'd been left to nod. Though, a small smile on your face had spoken true feelings when he'd proceeded to ask how you'd still been alive.  "We made up, actually." Jean's questioning expression had caused a chuckle from your lips, glancing over your shoulder to look over to Levi and his own friends. They'd been within the midst of a game of beer pong, and Levi had looked to be winning. 

"I'm gonna grab another drink, want one?" He'd asked, and you'd accepted, watching him disappear into the crowd of people near the fridge. Somewhere on the kitchen counter had been a bowl of punch, surrounded by other forms of liquor and drafts.  "Wanna join?" An unfamiliar voice had sent some concern over your spine, though when meeting with Erwin's blue gaze, you'd relaxed. His offer had taken you by surprise, but you'd accepted nonetheless, walking toward the table covered with plastic cups, Hange hunched over and attempting to concentrate as they clutched a small white ball between their fingers, eyes squinting before letting go. They missed, ball instead falling flatly before the lip of a cup, bouncing onto the wood and hitting carpet. 

"Got another player!" Erwin had announced, but before you'd been able to participate, you'd felt a cold and sticky liquid coat your side, dripping over your arm and hip. Mouth wide and brows raised, your gaze shot to the perpetrator - a sorry looking Jean.  "Fuck." He spoke, placing the cup down beside others on the table and reaching toward you, though hands falling short as he'd realised he didn't have the resources to clean the liquor from your shirt. So, he'd instead stood with arms out before him, fingers spread and expression questioning his own next move. "Come on, brat. I'll get you a shirt." 

Levi had moved from the other side of the table to beside you, fingers ghosting over the skin of your clean arm as he pointed toward the doorway.  "I'll get you another shirt." The explanation had aided with your confusion, and as he'd walked away you'd followed, a quick side eye to Jean's red cheeked face before going along with the black haired male. 

He'd taken you upstairs, walking past a few doors before entering one at the end of the hall. You'd questioned whether to follow or stay behind, but after a few moments you'd given up on the internal confliction and walked into the room. It had been neat, freshly dusted and vacuumed with a faint scent of vanilla in the air. The furniture had matched a black and white tone, a desk, bookshelf and bed, muted lighting emitting only from a lamp beside the plain coloured sheets. 

Levi had stood at his closet, another door in the wall with many neutral toned garments on hangers, drawers beneath. He'd pulled a navy turtleneck and handed it to you, eyes shifting from the cotton to your warmed cheeks. You'd realised upon taking it that Levi had currently worn what had looked to be the same turtleneck, only in black.  "You can change in the bathroom." He commented, a quick point toward an en-suite before crossing one arm over the other. 

When pulling Levi's shirt over your head, you were encompassed by a scent that had felt alien, yet comforting. The scent you'd understood to be Levi's, one of ceder-wood; faint hints of bergamot. Lacing fingers with the hem, you glanced in the mirror, a tightness in your chest when glancing over your own body in something Levi had owned. The smell had been somewhat intoxicating - an intrusive reminder of whom the article of clothing had belonged to. 

Before the events of that night, you hadn't spoken with Levi much, only when in the presence of Petra. She'd controlled most conversations and he'd allowed her to, quietly appreciating her, loving her. You'd admired him at a distance and until now you'd assumed the admiration to be due to his attentiveness as a partner - a form of jealousy. Though, with his t-shirt clinging to your skin, his scent lingering over your nose and your heart beating wildly against your rib-cage, you'd began to question how exactly you'd felt about the Ackerman. 

Had it been admiration, or had it been attraction? Maybe, being Petra's friend you'd misjudged the way you'd felt when watching him, the way he'd expressed when you had conversed, the similarity of your opinions. With the apology and sudden new-ground between you, you'd known the magnetism you'd felt toward him hadn't simply been that of acclaim or approbation for his being - it had felt as if your body had formed some sort of crush. Though, you chalked it down to alcohol, and a new-found acquaintanceship. 

Turning the lock and exiting the bathroom, you held the dirtied shirt between your fingers. Levi had waited atop his bed while you'd washed off the liquid and changed, standing with one arm outstretched when you'd walked toward the center of the room.  "I'll wash it." Levi spoke, fingers drifting over the fabric while awaiting your approval.  "You don't have to-"  "Please. It's an apology for being so rude to you. Plus, you couldn't get that stain out without my help." Levi hadn't needed to persuade you further, the shirt leaving your grasp and entering his own. 

"Do you talk to her anymore?" Levi spoke, your shifting body stopping to turn back and face him. "Petra, I mean." He gripped the shirt tightly, grey eyes locked onto yours. You shook your head.  "You?"  "No." Levi dropped his gaze, maneuvering to sit on the mattress once more. 

"Aren't you gonna come down?" You'd asked while watching him slouch, still clutching at the cotton in his hands. He didn't answer, and in turn you walked to his body, seating yourself beside him. "What is it?" You questioned, but again you'd been left without a reply. A few anxious moments within silence had altered your mind, sifting through various shallow conversational topics as if your brain had been a filing unit.  "Thinking about the most eventful seven minutes in heaven you've experienced?" 

The joke had left your lips before you'd processed the statement, your body being left to cringe at the odd utterance. Teeth clenching, you shook your head, balling fists before turning to face Levi. He'd been watching you, an expression of either amusement or annoyance - you couldn't tell the difference with him.  "Sorry, that was stupid-" The apology had begun, yet you hadn't been able to proceed as he'd taken over.  "We can try again." Levi had responded quickly, a flash of hope over his countenance as he'd allowed such a risky assertion past his lips. 

"What?" You'd questioned in disbelief as he'd taken the moments following to think, finally acting upon the impulse within his body. Whether it had been alcohol or a rush of adrenaline he hadn't been sure, but Levi took control when leaning toward you to place a kiss over your lips, pulling back to assess your reaction. He'd dropped your shirt to the floor, eyes widening and an expression of regret, though you hadn't allowed him to indulge within guilt as you'd closed the gap once more. 

With a longer kiss, you'd been able to feel the softness of his lips against yours. A hand brought to cheek had caressed over Levi's pale skin, smooth under fingertips. He'd had narrow and sharp features, all able to be felt beneath your touch, the jut of his jaw, the smallness of his lips. There had been a buzz in your core, one you were sure had been partially caused by liquor, though aided by anxiety and excitement. 

Your hand had slowly moved to cup at the back of his head several kisses into the encounter, undercut grazing your fingers. When introducing tongue and slipping fingers to sit between the locks at the back of his head, Levi had also allowed his hands to leave the sheets. A squeeze over your thigh, drifting to your hip. You'd given a light tug to the thick of his hair as a gesture for him to straddle you, and he'd taken the offer. 

Falling with back to the mattress, you spread your legs to accommodate his frame, arms caging either side of your torso as he pressed his chest to yours, lips still moving leisurely with your own. As tongues roamed one another, there had been an influx of drool, a sheen coating each of your mouths. Spit from both you and him now merging, a fluid representing both lust and attraction toward the other. Levi's hand had finally moved downward and allowed him to tug at your jeans, a question of furthering the actions taken between you. You'd obliged nonetheless, fidgeting to undo the button and slide denim from your legs. He'd pulled back to kneel, fingers squirming to unbuckle his belt and undo trousers, until both you and Levi had been equally undressed, only the thin cotton of underwear moderating exposure. 

 Levi leaned forward to reconnect with you once more, lips working against yours as his erection had been hard against your slit, though each body still caged within the final layer of clothing. A roll of his hips to yours had caused a moan to erupt from you, uncomfortable wetness desperately needing more friction. You pulled back, hands against his chest lightly pushing against him to allow space. He'd watched you breathlessly, gaze threatening to drop to the glossy lips he'd wanted to re-attach himself to, though restraining as he'd awaited your question. 

"How far do you want this to go?" Heat had risen through you when you'd asked, a small smile forming across Levi's lips, an exhale of amusement before he'd replied.  "All the way." Reply whispered against the skin of your neck, you'd arched your back, goosebumps prickling bare skin. Levi had taken the movement as an invitation to slip his hand beneath the arch, fingers hooking to the clasp of your bra and opening the garment. Pulling back, he'd looked to you for consent, only sliding straps over your arms after you'd given a reassuring nod. 

"Do you have condoms?" You'd almost choked when Levi had taken a nipple into his mouth, a moan originating deeply from your chest when he'd rolled his tongue over the bud, fingertips grazing over the other. 

He pulled back to reach to the bedside table, fumbling around before pulling out a foiled packet. Once extending the rubber, he'd taken the last step of pulling your panties from covering you, dragging them over your thighs, slowly over calves until your feet had slipped through. For a moment, Levi watched over you to admire your figure, though soon gave into temptation and lined himself up, a languid slide forward complimented by a hiss between his teeth.  "Fuck." Levi's curse had caused you to clench over him, a sigh from lips when he'd pushed deeper. "So tight." 

Once bottoming out, he drew back, picking a pace as he rocked forward. The stretch you'd felt between legs had felt good, head pressing back to the pillow beneath as you'd let out a whine. Levi placed his thumb to his tongue, a quick glob of spit coating the digit before he brought it forward to lay over your clit, rubbing circles over the nerve. You'd allowed a louder moan out, pleasure displayed through another arch of your back, eyes squeezing closed.  "Levi-" Speaking his name had only encouraged him further, rolling into you while groaning, watching your contorted expression through half lidded eyes. 

"Feel s' good." The praise had been slurred as your mind had been too focused on the sensations between your thighs to give a more coherent statement, lip catching between your teeth when he'd continued to rub over you. The build up was nearing an end, whines and gasps growing louder.  "Shh," Levi had whispered, slowing his pace and earning a disapproving groan. "Unless you want everyone else to hear me fucking you?" Levi's comment caused your stomach to churn, though you'd been adamant with the boom of music and the bustle on the floor below that no one would be able to distinguish your muted moans from the music - if they'd even been able to hear. 

"Gonna cum." Levi had gone a little faster after the statement, eyes locked onto your tensed face, only straying slightly to catch a glimpse of himself inside you.  "Cum on my cock." His instruction had aided in pushing you over the edge, a coil within your core finally snapping. In return, Levi had groaned, mouth agape as he felt himself loosen, finally letting go. With both coming undone in unison, the moment had felt euphoric, a mess of whines and skin slapping on skin, breath panting as you'd felt yourselves grounding once more. 

a/n: not really edited cuz i'm lazy, sorry !!

[jjkeremika]

Goofy (pt3)

levi ackerman x reader (fem!reader), levi x you

description: your friends embarrassed levi. he wants to embarrass you

inspiration (anonymous;requested): “captain levi making goofy reader get off on his new boot as punishment for fucking something up under his watch. especially because he heard their little jokes and he wants her to be embarrassed”)

(Goofy (pt1): you think levi’s too serious. he thinks you’re too goofy; Goofy (pt2): levi fucks some sense in you)

warning/disclaimer: armin/sasha/you/ymir/historia friend group; lewd language; masturbation; object grinding; shaming/derogatory; edging; punishment; light hair tug; power dynamic; NSFW/MDNI

“we’re all ready for the mission, right? you guys know the plan?” armin asked while stacking a wooden box into the wagon, hoisting it from historia’s and ymir’s dual grip.

“well, we’re not done stacking yet, so,” sasha added, dangling and kicking her feet off the edge of the wagon, “doesn’t sound that ready to me,” she sang, eying armin playfully.

“some of us aren’t helping,” ymir muttered, lightly kicking sasha’s side.

armin sighed, paired with a deep breath and an arm stretch, “i meant the strategy.”

sasha slapped ymir’s leg. ymir hopped away from the cart. “not all help is manual labor. entertainment and company are so important these days,” she said knowingly, leaning back onto her palms.

you and ymir made eye contact and chuckled. “oh. maybe you should stop helping then,” ymir added as she picked up another box from the ground. sasha reached to smack armin’s leg as he snorted and laughed.

“i still can’t believe we’re on levi’s squad this time,” historia squealed in hushed excitement, glancing around to make sure the captain wasn’t around. “all of us!”

her squeal cut through yours, sasha’s, and ymir’s laughter, drawing all of your attention. ymir carried the box and handed it off to armin. you pulled out the ropes and clips from a separate stack of crates.

“do you think that’s related to—” armin blurted out, his cheeks immediately pinking up as he glanced at you. he stopped himself as ymir put the box down and leaned onto it as she laughed.

“armin, too soon!” historia gasped, trying to hold her composure but her pink cheeks gave her away. “her throats still sore.”

nobody said anything, everyone looking at the ground with suppressed smiles and shifting bodies.

“related to our amazing skills?” sasha finished his question, pulled an apple out of her pocket. “obviously.”

“who knew you had such a dirty mind, tori,” ymir said, clicking her tongue, shaking her head, “nobody else went there.”

you laughed, winced from the healing tears in the tissue. “way to doubt our skills and make us feel bad,” sasha added, taking a bite.

“i, uh, i thought armin was referring to—” she stammered, glancing around at all of her friends suppressing a smile into a frown.

“wow. now she’s blaming armin,” sasha sighed, exaggerating her tone.

ymir rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “he can’t even say clitoris, tori.”

historia looked to you and you shook your head, flattened your lips into a straight line.

“i can’t believe you just said that. way to bring up literal throat fucking while we’re working,” ymir said it with a straight face and shook her head and licked her lips, returned to picking up the box and moving towards the carriage.

“maybe you should stop helping,” sasha mused, punctuating her suggestion with another bite of her apple and a loud munch.

historia chortled and turned around, helping you untangle the ropes.

“i was only going to say his new boots,” armin said quietly. “i think hes proud of them. eren told me the heel leaves a mark for days.”

sasha and ymir immediately looked to you then burst into laughter. sasha gasped excitedly. you laughed despite your sore throat, dropping the rope, wheezing more than anything else.

“that’s sexy,” ymir and sasha shouted in unison and pointed at each other, laughing loudly. historia covered her mouth to quiet herself.

“oo, lucky eren,” you added.

“well,” historia chirped with a wide grin, bordering a more amused smirk, “three inches can be a lot for some people.”

sasha grabbed her stomach with laughter, ymir hit the crate. even armin was laughing harder than you’ve seen before, light pink cheeks like he might be starting to get it, catching on.

“i meeeaaaannn,” sasha elongated, raising her palms, bending her elbows, and shrugging, completely oblivious to the apple juice sliding down her wrist. “we know he likes to wear the boots.”

his voice cut through the open air, even echoed enough for nearby birds to fly away. his volume traveled faster than he walked, sauntering like none of you were ever worth his time. “hey!” the five of you turned to sight of him approaching, still a good distance away. “shut the fuck up!”

ymir, sasha, and you all looked between each other with suppressed smiles and suggestive eyes before breaking into another fit of laughter, the tension and adrenaline increasing your heart rate.

“hurry up and knock it off!” he demanded, his tone cutting through the laughter, the tension dissipating into dangerous territory.

the four of them silently went back to work, and you dared to look at levi with an amused smile, smirked and bit your lip when you noticed the pink sheen highlighting his cheeks, the flaring of his nostrils, the heaving of his chest as he glared at you with a curled lip and clenched fists.

there were tiny bits of quiet, suppressed laughter and amusing eye contact while the rest of the crates were stacked.

armin spoke first, so softly and unsurely, while the five of you tied and chained the crates to the carriage. “do you think if we speak again…” he pointed to his throat, suppressed his smile into a poorly-hidden straight face, dared to look at you while he said it. “he’s gonna do that to us?”

sasha’s hand clapped over her mouth as she laughed.

“aw,” ymir said between repressed chuckles. she walked over to armin, patted his back. “baby made his first funny joke.” he didn’t totally understand the joke, but everyone laughed when he said it the first time.

“no,” sasha eyed you when she followed, not even hiding the bemused smirk anymore, successfully controlling her volume, “we never said ‘aye aye, captain.’”

ymir snickered, put her arm around you. “yeah,” she continued casually, sighing in fake sorrow, “we’re just not goofy enough.”

*************

the five of you were relaxing at the cafeteria, exhausted from the manual labor, for once on the quieter side (still littered with a few jokes about how it was good for you to be on vocal rest), when the doors to the room slammed against the walls.

you felt the force of the air from across the room. all eyes turned to the smaller figure in the doorway, but captain levi was looking for one group in particular.

he stormed over almost immediately, knowing what table your friends sat at by heart, and the heat radiating off of him was enough to raise the temperature in the room, enough to make the room’s blood boil.

“which one of you fucked up?” his voice was level, but if you chipped away you could hear the frustration and anger and restraint. “which one of you tied the back?”

“um, a ‘hello’ wou—“ ymir started while you agreed simultaneously, “yeah, serio—“

“i don’t have time for your fucking jokes today.” he leaned his palms against the table, glared at each of you like you were nothing but sacks of meat. you both fell silent. “your carriage fell apart. your cargo was loose. your cargo fucking fell out before the team even reached the wall!”

he pointed at each of you while he spoke. “best part?” his eyes were flaring, setting fire to anyone who dared to make eye contact. “into the fucking river.”

armin and historia sat with their heads down, ymir rolled her eyes but bit her tongue. sasha was starting to feel the pressure of what they’d done.

“two months of supplies in the river.” he was seething, it was seeping into his eerily calm tone. “back right. who secured it?”

everyone tried to subtly look to you, keeping their hands clasped in their laps, but levi was impeccable at reading body language.

he glared at you, a scoff mixed with distaste and expectation. “captain goofy, huh?” he crossed his arms and you pretended not to notice the folding of his sleeve, exposing the muscle underneath. “of course it was fucking you.”

worst part?

it was actually you this time.

“you.” he pointed at you. you dug your fingernails into your thigh to avoid visible shaking. “you’re coming with me.”

he spat out the words, snarling like he might bite. you thought about him pulling your hair again.

“considering you’ll probably kill me if i don’t…” you mumbled, standing up rolling your eyes despite the jolt down your spine, your brain sending orders that your body helplessly obeys.

levi was already stomping away, the heels of his pristine boots smacking against the wooden floor, his cool rage quacking the earth.

historia whispered before you walked away. “he’ll kill you if you do.”

“yeah, honestly, nice knowing you,” ymir added, waving her hand like a careless farewell.

as you neared the door, levi having stopped to ensure you were following, you heard sasha not-so-quietly whisper, “he’s gonna kick her with the three inches.”

“eren’s quaking,” ymir immediately responded, cackling. armin hid his face behind his palms, historia stifled a laugh, and you failed to suppress a smug smile.

the captain ignored you, storming off noticeably faster and harder. you rubbed your throat and swallowed the building saliva to cool the itch as you followed the captain into his office.

levi sat in the office chair. “close the door behind you,” he ordered sternly. you carelessly pushed the door, a tiny part of you hoping the door didn’t actually close, that the lock didn’t click. for the bit.

you moved to sit down when he commanded, “stand,” with the soft click of the door. you kept your eyes on levi, who was taking controlled breaths.

he stared at you, more anger than anything else. he said nothing for minutes, scrutinized you with clasped hands and narrowed eyes, drawn brows and a disappointed scowl.

your heart was racing, you could feel the pulse in your wrists, in your neck, running up and down your thighs. the adrenaline of being reprimanded, the same relentless feeling as yesterday, the same rage and sexual frustration in his eyes.

the tension was unbearable, almost suffocating, settling heavily on your bones. you scanned his face amidst constant eye contact, looking for the slightest tell, the tiniest curve of his lip and vein in his neck.

you took in the sight of the captain in his office chair, his clutter-free desk neatly stacked with numerous papers, multiple different pens for different purposes.

levi stayed silent. your mind started to wander, thought of what your friends would say. it was actually hard to read his body language. you could picture her face and sasha’s laughter when she said it. why? because it’s so small?

you breathily laughed, the smile taking over your face, before you returned to looking at levi’s visibly frustrated expression and bit your bottom lip.

he locked his jaw. maybe you’d get to lick it today. “where do you think you stand in the corp?” his calm tone was misleading, laced with insidious undertones desperate to reach out and touch you.

you exhaled breathily, pointing to the floor. “uh, right here?”

his lip curled and he blinked twice before standing up and pointing in front of him. “here.” you hesitated, debated what to say. “im your captain. you do as i say.”

your legs started moving before your jaw could, quietly sauntering over. you were stood in front of him, looking down slightly. his stare was still hard, still debating with himself. you thought of kissing him this time.

“on your knees,” he ordered, his expression not faltering but his pupils widened, different from yesterday. “on the boot.”

his lip curled in response to your questioning face, but you complied anyway, your sore knees reminiscing on the last time.

you looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, taking in the sight of him towering over with all the light in the room. “hop.”

“what?”

“bounce. hop. move,” he repeated coldly. “do not fucking disobey me today.” he held up the top sheet of paper, the report of all the supplies lost, the request for replacements for a team with waning support.

you felt the blood rush through your body, heard it pounding in your ears, felt it appearing on your cheeks and settling in your crotch. the fluster in your gut was amplified by the explicit knowledge that you’ve fucked up. you’ve embarrassed the squad. you’ve embarrassed him.

his hand wrapping in your recovering hair brought you back to reality, where you were frozen, the rumble in your chest fighting for the air space in your lungs. “now.”

you rocked your hips instead, followed the friction against your clothed clit and repeated the cycle. you maintained eye contact with levi. “aye, aye, captain.”

you swore you saw his mouth flicker, his eyes gleam with a brighter light. he watched you carefully, scanning over your eyes and your mischievous smile and your hips rocking against the nice shiny boot.

the grip in your hair tightened as your hips sped up. the heat on your cheeks stayed despite the blood centered in your lower abdomen, despite the fire in your pelvis.

“keep going, baby,” he almost purred, turning his head away from the sight of you grinding down in the boots you were so obsessed with to the fucked up situation you warned them about.

“wh-what are you doing?” you rasped, awkwardly already a little breathless from the simple friction. you were peering over the desk, trying to see what was taking his attention off you.

he scoffed with a tiny smirk, shook his head lightly, “fixing your mistake.” he signed a page with one hand, flipped it with the same, kept the other held firmly on your scalp, in your hair.

you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, felt the unsettling turmoil in your abdomen, as the embarrassment flushed over, swirled with the sparks up your spine.

“don’t slow down,” levi added with a long stare, watching as you immediately obeyed, the liquid near your crotch starting to show on the thinner fabric of your thighs.

your hands wrapped around his calves, your eyelids closed. you leaned into the feeling, let the overwhelming heat add to the burning need to continue.

each time he turned back to the paper you started softly moaning a little more, moved your hips a little faster and more centered, rocked against his ankle.

“you gonna tell your friends about this?” he huffed, his cheeks bright pink. he watched your cheeks redden as your brain slowly processed what he said. “how fucking desperate you are that you’ll rub yourself on my fucking boot? how you love my three inch heel?”

he laughed. “do you think they’re listening now? that they already fucking know? outside the fucking door watching and listening to you grind my new shiny riding boots?”

you continued, his words sending shivers along your nerves. “i’ve heard the way you speak of me. i’ve heard the fucking jokes you make.” he chortled, shook his head, but your eyes were closed. “what do you think your friends are talking about now? what fucking jokes do you think they’re making now?”

you were quiet, too focused on the unbelievable sensation building, on his hand on your head tightening its grip, on the shakiness of your thighs and the intense need to both follow and stop.

he tugged on your hair, the sharp pain numbed out by the lag in brain function. you whimpered as he pulled you off coarse, as he pressed his ankle against you. “well?”

“wh-whole new mhm… meaning to riding boots,” you answered obediently, regaining your rhythm. “i better tie you in a better knot,” you kept going despite being out of breath, staring willingly at him.

he smirked as he lightly kicked you off, and you slid off balance onto the floor, right on your elbows and hip. you didn’t really care about the sharp pain in your elbows as he stared down at you.

levi picked his boot up, put the heel against your other thigh and pushed you onto your ass. he stood before you as you sat onto your palms. “then go tell them what they’ll think of every time you see these boots,” he muttered, returning to his desk.

[stxrrydreamss]

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming

[lucysarah-c]

Why do I feel like Levi would use you as an excuse for anything?

"Captain Levi, could you stay behind to watch the cadet—"

"No, my wife caught a cold. I want to be there for her."

First, he always calls you "wife" because, to him, it doesn't matter if you two aren't officially married yet or if you're saving money to get married. You're his wife. This man was devoted to you the second you agreed to go on a date with him. Second, you don't have a cold… you simply sneezed a couple of times that morning.

"Levi, could you stay for the following meeting—"

"No, Y/N is waiting for me back in my chambers, and it's already too late," Levi replied, picking up his stuff from the meeting office's table and interrupting Erwin.

"I'm sure Y/N will understand," Erwin tried to reason, but it seemed like Levi had already stepped outside of the meeting.

"What can I say, Erwin? I'm a good husband. You make your work a priority, and you lose your girl."

"Did you finish that report—"

"I was going to stay up all night, but Y/N insisted I go to bed."

But most importantly, Levi would use you to escape ANY social event that his antisocial soul could.

"Captain! Are you staying for the after-party?" Zackly asked, almost dragging him upstairs.

"No. I'm a taken man, and everyone knows what goes on at those after-parties," Levi groaned, taking off the friendly arm around his shoulder. "I'm going home. I'm going home to my wife."

"I'm sure Y/N will understand. Good wives do."

"You don't know my wife."

While most of the time, you're just a very calm, accepting partner. Levi's life as a captain is already hard, and you don't like to add demands to it. But somehow, he's always early from any event Erwin dragged him to, coming back to be in your arms, to fall asleep as you play with his hair, and finally be able to catch some rest. You don't mind it… but you have to admit it caught you off guard when a higher-up asked you to give Levi some freedom.

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[leviismybby]

Petra: "Two times a week is the best!"

Hange: "See I disagree, i think once a week is more than enough."

(y/n): "Once a week? No way, at least twice a day. Levi would go crazy."

Hange: "Levi cleans his room twice a day?"

(y/n): "Wait...what are we talking about?"

[saintkaylaa]

Say Grace .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, porco, reiner

note: you thank them for that fire dick ! ❤️‍🔥

warnings: sexual, cursing, crack, kms joke in porco’s, f!reader

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[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ COME BACK TO BED — levi ackerman

summary . . . you crave levi, but he isn't there when you wake up.

contents . . . f!reader, nsfw mdni, cock warming, office (?) sex, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, fluff, honestly i haven't been in much of a mood to write smut but this has been in my drafts for a while so it gets really soft at the end— 2.2k

you walk into the room, frowning at the sight of your lover still behind his desk, bent over the parchment. light shadows his face, sparkling over him like a candle, illuminating him in a yellow hue. he’s so beautiful, and you ache for him. the desperation inside of you only grows, even though it is dually coated in worry. 

“levi?” you say, lips drawn down as you approach, blinking away your sleepiness. “why are you still working?” 

it’s nearly three in the morning; the bed was cold and empty when you left, and the middle of winter was unforgiving. though levi didn’t sleep often, he, at least, made an effort to when you were at his side. tonight, though, it seems he’s given up on the matter, scribbling notes on the paperwork instead.

“i have to finish this by tomorrow,” levi says, dismissive, not even bothering to glance up. 

your frown deepens, and you repeat his name, softer as you come around the side of the desk. you’d woken up so desperate for him, and when he was not there to coax an orgasm out of you, you’d tried to take on the task yourself. 

though, your fingers didn’t feel as nice as his did, hadn’t reached the places inside of you that his cock could. and, you craved it, craved him so much that you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. 

“come back to bed,” you mutter, but even then, you can hear the desperation in your voice, the subtle tone that it takes on whenever you want him badly. 

his writing stops. he turns back to you, eyes hardening as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. you run your soft fingertips along the juncture between his neck and jaw, batting your eyelashes at him so sweetly. 

there’s a dark look in his irises that you pick up on easily, but you can’t tell if he’s irritated with you, or if it’s the lust that is spreading in the ocean of his eyes. his jaw sets, and his normally straight mouth draws tighter. “i have to finish this.” 

“can i stay here, then?” 

he sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek. “i’m—”

you can already hear his protest, how he’ll say your name so softly in an apology, kiss you on the lips before sending you back to your shared room. but you’re determined to get your way tonight, and you can feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the ache still thrumming through your body. 

“want you inside me, levi,” you say softly, almost begging as you lean down to whisper into his ear. “please.” 

levi stops, eyeing you with the intensity that he faces with everyone, an intensity that doesn’t always soften for you. still, by now, you’re used to it — find it endearing, really, how serious he can be. 

“you going to be a distraction?” levi scans your face. 

you jut your lower lip out just a bit, almost pouting, “no,” you promise. “just want to feel you.” 

for a moment, he considers, before finally relenting. levi sighs, then pulls back the chair, his strong thighs on display as you maneuver yourself onto his lap. even the brief feeling of his knee against your clothed cunt sends a sharp whimper through you. 

“you can’t move. i’ve put this off for long enough.” 

“since when did you care about any of that?” you ask, yawning as you slip your pants off your hips. “i thought hange did the paperwork, anyway.” 

“if only.” he gives you a pointed look, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “just sit still.” 

levi focuses his attention back on the paperwork, and when you spare a brief glance at it, you notice that it’s reports from the past few missions. for the government in the interior, assigned specifically to captain levi. 

you refrain from a sarcastic remark, and instead, slide levi’s zipper down, waiting for any reaction. he gives you none, signs his name on the bottom line, and flips the parchment over. 

“levi,” you start, but he shushes you again, kissing your cheek dismissively. 

“no talking.” 

“you’re so rude.” 

he raises his eyebrow, but you slide his cock out of his pants, warming it in your palm. a soft little sigh leaves him as you stroke him until he’s hard, but he schools his expression into a neutral position, leaning back in the chair. 

you’re naked from the waist down, but he doesn’t seem to care. with something of a frown, you slip his cock inside you and sink your hips down. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you move, sliding right into him.

levi’s dark eyes dart towards you. “shit,” he gasps, his other hand holding onto your hips. “why are you so wet already?” 

a small whimper leaves you as he fills you up, stretches your walls, as you settle onto his cock. though it feels so good, you squeeze his arms and try not to move. “you weren’t there when i woke up,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the space between his neck. “so i tried to take care of it myself.”

levi’s eyes flash. “dirty girl.” his voice is deeper, a rumble that you feel in his chest. “couldn’t help but touch yourself to the thought of me when i wasn’t there, hm? but i bet your fingers weren’t enough, were they?” 

you exhale deeply, shaking with the need to move as your walls flutter around him. “levi.” 

“needed my cock inside you instead, didn’t you, love? probably would’ve begged me to fuck you until you were tired enough to fall back asleep.” 

“god, levi, please.” you start, and you shift your hips once. your clit rubs right against him, his long cock settling inside you as a heavy moan almost escapes. instead, you bite down hard on his neck; but levi forces you down even harder on his lap, his eyes relentless. 

“i told you not to move, didn’t i?”

you blink back at him, but his face is serious, hardened lines stretching from each angle of his face. and though you want fuck yourself on his dick, and every atom in your being tells you to do so, you listen to him. somehow, you refrain from shifting your hips again.

sitting still, you bury your face into his neck and heave a great sigh, brushing the delicate skin beneath his jaw. 

“good girl,” levi says flippantly, his long, slender finger grazing up your spine. the simple words alone send a pulse straight through your body, and you whimper against him, your cunt squeezing tighter, wet from the deep intonation of his voice. 

levi says nothing else, but you can feel his smirk as he kisses your temple. he never fails to remind you how precious you are to him, even when he is a bit short with you. and even though he is never the best about telling you how much he loves you, his affections run deep.

he plays with the end of your hair, soothingly, and though you can’t ignore him deep inside you, it almost lulls you back into a peaceful sleep. 

after what feels like hours of subtle torture, you speak again. 

“levi,” you hum against his throat, when he flips another page, signing his name on the dotted line. “i love you so much.” 

his hand stills on your back, fingers tapping once against your spine before resuming. it’s still difficult for him to repeat the words, but you know it’s only out of his fear that you will one day be taken away from him. levi squeezes your hip once more, huffs, and sets the pen down. 

“i’m certain you know how much you mean to me,” levi returns, pulling you away from his neck so that you’re able to face him once again. “you’re supposed to be being quiet.” 

his face is stern, but his eyes are anything but; soft and loving. levi’s cheeks are flushed red, and though he is strong — the strongest — that alone is not enough to combat how he feels when he’s inside you. it brings a small, knowing smile to your face.

“i was being sweet,” you say, sleepily, testing your luck by lifting your hips and settling them once more. the feeling is more intense than you’d expected, and a little moan escapes your mouth, lips parting softly. “i do love you.” 

“i’m certain you’re just trying to butter me up,” levi’s mouth is against your own, the words leaving on a shaky breath, tickling your skin. “so you can get what you want.” 

you laugh, fanning your fingertips against his cheeks. “is it working?”

levi spares you one more hardened expression, tightly drawing his mouth together, before he’s lifting you, shifting you onto the desk, your back pressed against the papers. “unfortunately,” he grunts, kissing all over your face before he threads his fingers with your own. “god. the things you do to me. can’t think straight.” 

he thrusts up into you, hard, and you close your eyes, kissing him, much more slowly than the pace he sets with his hips. levi squeezes your palm tightly, the other roaming across your chest, your stomach, before settling at your hips. “you’re everything to me, you know? my beautiful girl. don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you smile against his mouth and tug at his hair with your free hand, feeling the soft tendrils between your fingers. it’s ironic, that he thinks you’re beautiful, when you’re certain he’s the most angelic creature you’ve ever seen. “i’m not going anywhere, levi. i promise.” 

levi speeds up, involuntarily, eyes so intense as he watches every subtle change of your expression. but you are too sleepy to do much but breathe into his mouth, soft little moans that have levi thrusting into you twice as hard.

it doesn’t take long for him to coax the first orgasm out of you, and you’re barely able to whisper his name before you clench around him, squeezing the palm that’s still locked within your own.

levi smiles, but it’s snarky, a mix between satisfaction and annoyance. “looks like you got your way after all.” 

you laugh, breathless, kissing across his cheeks as he grows sloppy, chest heaving with the weight of his exhales. though levi wants to pin this all on you, you can tell that he needs to relax too. the past few hours without a moment of sleep, doing nothing but paperwork, have taken a toll on him. 

“must be so hard for you, huh?” you tease, eyelashes fluttering closed as you lean against him, letting your forehead drop to his shoulder. “getting to fuck me on a desk like this. what a chore.” 

“you shouldn’t talk to your captain like that,” levi teases, but he groans out the last few words, cheeks flushed from how close he is. lazily, your fingers run across his chest, and though a second orgasm is steadily building, you want to watch him come apart first.

“perhaps,” you say, smiling as you kiss his chest, your hair tickling the bottom of his jaw. “but i’m not talking to my captain, i’m talking to you, levi.” you lean back up to kiss him, once, again, just the softest brush of your lips. “and i want you to cum inside me.” 

levi’s eyes flash, and you can see the moment that he unravels, the next few seconds where his movements get erratic. then, his features change, plump bottom lip separating from the top one. the look in his eyes grows distant, and his stomach flexes, abs tightening, before the heat of his cum shoots inside of you. 

levi topples onto you, his chest landing on yours as you fall back onto the desk. his cock finally slips out of you.

“shit,” levi says, running his hands along your thighs, sweaty skin sticking to each other. “we’re going to ruin the papers.” 

“who cares,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes before encircling levi’s neck with your arms. “the military police can deal with the mess.”

“you’re disgusting.” 

“they’d probably get off on it, don’t you think? the interior is full of hedonists anyway.”

levi snorts. “maybe. but i prefer not to think about how they spend their free time.”

you laugh again, just a breath of air, and settle against him. levi is warm, his arms are strong, and he smells clean; a mix of soap and the sweet fragrant of citrus. he holds you so gently, despite all of the hardness that lingers in his body. you’ve never known anyone to feel so much like home.

“will you come to bed now?” you ask sleepily. “i don’t want to go to sleep alone.” 

levi softens, and he traces your cheekbone with his thumb, as best he can at the awkward angle. “sure, love. i should get some rest anyway.”

[jjkeremika]

Goofy (pt4)

description: levi summons you to his office to teach you an important lesson

(pt1, pt2, pt3)

levi ackerman x fem!reader; levi x you

warning/disclaimer: NSFW/MDNI; hair pulling; biting; tying up (rope); grinding; throat fucking; power dynamic; choking; derogatory

“hold the rope out,” levi demanded for the second time, rolling the thick rope between his palms. Paired with an eye roll, he tightened his grip, yanked the rope taut. “are you fucking serious?”

you stayed put, a rope loosely held in your palm. matched his raging stare. your lip twitched at the furrow of his brows, the squinting of his eyes, the darker intensity in his irises.

you stayed on your aching knees, pulled yourself onto your palms, your set of ropes loosely in your hand. “you swear too much.”

the interface of the rope and his skin turned pink from the friction. levi’s knuckles turned white, his nostrils frozen from holding his breath.

you bit your bottom lip, tried to refrain from enjoyed him hot and bothered, tried to avoid blatantly gawking at the growing erection directly in your eyeline. “nobody will take you seriously if you keep cursing like that.”

the taut rope loudly slapped against the floor, reverberating throughout the room. you jumped at the noise, slipped off your calves onto the floor. “next time i’ll wrap this around your throat.” he was seething, reminiscent of the first time he growled orders at you.

the warmth was building in your gut. you thought of his hand around your throat. “is that a threat or a promise?”

the pink appeared on his cheeks, highlighting the vein near his temple. he was thinking the same thing. he ignored you. “tie the fucking knot.”

his tone was steady and even. the tension wrapped around every muscle like an overgrown vine.

you stopped breathing. “aren’t you supposed to teach me?” it was generous to call it a question. it was more of a shotty breath. you crossed your arms across your chest, the rope dangling off your forearms, accentuating your breasts. “i asked you a question.”

he stepped closer, crouched until his nose was level with yours, made sure you could feel the the hot breath on your cheeks. he curled his lip as his voice deepened.

“and i gave you an order:” you saw him glance at your chest. you subconsciously rounded your back, made your breasts seem larger.

you sighed and picked up the rope, loosely tied it into a pathetic knot and draped it around his neck. you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing over your aching heart beat, the pounding in your ears.

you inhaled slowly as you matched his stare, cheekily raised a brow and tilted closer until your lips were frustratingly hovering over, teasing you more than him. “there’s your fucking knot,” you said slowly, accentuating the end.

one end of the rope fell to the ground as levi’s grip flashed to your wrist, his thumb and fingers meeting on the other side.

“stop fucking around,” he hissed. a raging flame burning the calm facade, heating him up inside to an unmanageable level. “why can’t you ever just do as i say?” levi leaned forward, sank his teeth faintly into your neck once he finished.

you were surprised, but wasted no time in stretching the organ, giving him more estate. “it’s more fun this way,” you murmured softly, distracted by the soft sense of his tongue, the light tingle from his teeth stimulating your spinal cord as they bit harsher down.

“eek!” you squealed and flinched as his teeth sank deeper and deeper, held you in place like a limp animal as both hands harshly gripped your wrists and outstretched them before you.

with the rope in one palm and your wrists in the other, he tied them together. the movement was so quick and skilled you were mesmerized, and the budding question of if he’s done this before settled into your brain.

each touch of his fingers to your wrist left a hot mark as the rope dangled flimsily. a fire burned inside your belly. you didn’t want him to have done this before, but you were thrilled by his experience. “there’s my fucking knot,” was all he said, the tight cinch around your wrists tugging at the skin, putting pressure on the vessel.

you felt the beating in your wrist, felt the scratchy material restrain the pulsating artery. “wha—”

captain levi pulled away, placed two fingers in the gap between the rope and your wrists, tugged hard enough to knock you off balance. the knot stayed intact, a slight burning left behind.

levi smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. “good enough.”

the tendons in his forearms flared as he picked you up by the knot, the veins near his wrist sticking out in a rare greeting. he had the advantage of surprise and you lost your footing, your body weight relying and tugging on the limits of his knot.

“very good,” he purred, admiring the sight of you beneath the ties, dangled by your reddening wrists, of your silence and stunned obedience.

you collapsed to the floor when he let the cuff go, onto your palms and knees and shins. you tried to bring your hands to fix the hair strands on both sides of your cheeks, but the taut rope barely folded and your wrists were forced back together.

levi’s finger swiped under your chin, raised it to look up at him. “were you watching?” he asked, his voice low. his eyes narrowed.

he licked from your neck to the base of your ear, nibbled at the skin near the lobe. “mhm,” you absentmindedly answered in a moan, your eyes squeezing tight. couldn’t open them again even if you tried.

your spine shivered at the proximity to your ear, the hand tightening in your locks. levi tilted his head, leaned in even further. his teeth lightly grazed your back upper shoulder, glided the bone up the stimulated skin until his cheek was less than a centimeter from your own. “were you learning?”

your head moved in an immediate nod, a bold lie as your body flushed with an obedient craving to do as the captain commanded, mixed with a taste of the unpredictability that coursed in your blood.

you didn’t pay any mind to the knot keeping your wrists clasped together, didn’t pay any heed to his lecture. couldn’t spare any thoughts from the mouthwatering muscles in his forearms, the tense veins popping through.

levi pulled back. “good.” he glanced to your lips then back to your eyes. wanting. needing. he held the other rope lightly in one palm, lifted it to your eye level. “do it again.”

you matched his hearty stare, felt the heat of his attention prickle the hairs against your spine, spurred the tiny hairs at the back of your neck to dance.

“but i—” the rope burn at your wrists screamed for release, with each move of your arms tugging it into an impossibly tighter hold to cut through the nonsense.

levi raised an eyebrow, his expression lifting into a suppressed eager astonishment at your insistent denial of his order. it’s like you were incapable of learning through lecture.

he released the hold of your hair in favor for your neck, the strands loosely falling after his fingers clasped around the tendons. a tighter hold, like he were scuffing you still.

“honestly.” it was a rough exhale, paired with an incredulous mix of emotions in his eyes that left you both anxious and horny, the fire in your pelvis triple-folding.

levi’s pupils were dark with an ambitious glean. you were a never-ending challenge. a difficult task that spurred frustration and anger and rage at your meager protests to his command. an admirable foe of different skill and stature—one that captured levi’s mind; one he could never take his eyes off.

then the captain’s thigh forced itself between your legs, and he angled your neck with his fist so his nose was just above yours, lips above lips. hovering. yearning.

your knees bent without order, and you gasped at the mere contact between your blood-hoarding crotch and his strong and muscular thigh. you kept his stare as you grinded fabric against fabric, provided yourself the perfect friction.

your indulgence stunned levi into silence. his body reacted before his brain could process the sight, loosening the choking hold around your neck, lifting his thigh to match your desperate movement. you could feel the erection, and you blushed furiously as the memory resurfaced, as you wondered if he’d show it to you again.

he pushed his thigh upwards, paired it with a downward grind of your hips to rub against your clit. you moaned, and your heart stopped beating with the tiniest upward curve of his lip.

“get on your knees,” captain levi commanded, practically salivating as he watched you grind your clothed clit down to his knee. obediently dropped to your shins. matched his gaze the entire time.

the smile stretched deeper on his face. he couldn’t deny it. almost as if it had to match the fervent rage ignited by your denial and outbursts, he fucking loved your selective obedience.

he audibly gasped at the sight of you peering up at him expectantly, patiently and quietly awaiting further instruction.

“unbutton your shirt.” the intrigue and lust was starting to infiltrate his steady tone, the order sounding more like an intimate suggestion than an authoritative command. “good girl,” he praised as your fingers immediately caressed each button, awkwardly struggling with the rope holding both wrists together.

the praise sent relief and ecstasy through your bloodstream, culminating in the electric storm in your pelvis.

levi’s hands mindlessly fiddled with his belts as he fixated on the exposure of your chest, the paler skin from lack of sun more titillating and daunting than staring at the celestial object itself.

with your wrists still tied you awkwardly shrugged the shirt off your shoulders, couldn’t even begin to feel insecure at your open and accessible bare chest with your focus on levi’s pants dropping halfway down his thighs.

his erection was eager, and your eyes doubled in size and mouth watered at the large organ. levi admired your indulgence, preened at the liberties you took as you poked your tongue out and inched closer.

you maintained eye contact, stared cautiously as you leaned closer to the still growing erection at your eye level, lifted your bonded hands to hover below the shaft.

without dropping your gaze, you licked the tip. actually tasted the bitter precum between each lick. one hand traced up his thigh as the other dragged behind, felt the prickle of untouched hair and silky sensitive skin as your fingertips neared his balls.

levi exhaled sharply under your touch, closed his eyes to no avail because the view was still pristine in his mind. “you can suck it,” he gasped needily, a surprising switch in his demeanor as felt himself melt into your touch.

“don’t tell me what to do,” you responded cheekily before rounding your lips and welcoming the tip, greeting the slit with a swirling flick of your tongue, felt the twitch of the shaft from the retort against the roof of your mouth.

his hand found home back in hair for stability as the air felt sucked from his lungs. like you sucked all oxygen straight from his cock.

his pupils tripled in size, dilated to absorb every detail—every strand of hair out of its usually perfect place, every tear drop welling on your eye-line at the burning friction, every dimple and wrinkle in your pretty face as you suck and take his cock in your mouth like it was built to be there.

his hips shifted, pushed more than the tip inside the warmth wetness of your mouth. thrusted in to feel the constriction of your esophagus as you swallowed around him, gagged on the extra length.

you almost pulled back—tried to—but levi kept your head pushing closer, until your nose was barely hovering over dark pubes and you could taste the bitter insistence of levi’s leaky cock overriding your gag reflex.

he could feel your resistance, that fiery instinct that hated being told what to do. the one that screamed that you were in the wrong line of work. the one that kept you in the forefront of his mind all day, the one that kept you as his most admirable adversary.

you gagged with a particularly rough thrust into your throat, but you hollowed your cheeks and teasingly sucked. smiled despite the burning resistance of your lips at the loud guttural groan he released.

levi pistoned into your mouth, bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from drowning out obscene noises caused by you obediently sucking on his thick cock, taking his length and thrusts so fucking well he was about to burst.

he muttered, “fuck,” under his breath and yanked your hair back, held you still as he pulled his hips back and exposed his cock to your eyeline again. the organ shimmered with a salivary shine, and you blushed deeper knowing somehow, this long and thick organ was capable of being stuffed into your throat.

levi was rapidly flicking his wrist along his slicked cock, did it in full view for you to absorb and memorize before he aimed to your chest and released onto your bare breasts.

you gasped in surprise at the hot viscous liquid excreted against your chest, felt a shiver down your spine at the slow and sticky trails it forged to your belly.

you glanced up from the mess on your skin, met levi who was already staring intensely at you. his chest was pink and heaving, his cheeks were flushed. he was already hiding his cock back in his pants.

“now clean this fucking mess up,” levi demanded breathlessly, gesturing vaguely towards you. he corrected the belts for his gear and walked towards the door while you remained breathless on the floor. “ten minutes and get back to work,” he quickly regained his composure, but he couldn’t make eye contact with you anymore. couldn’t crumble again. “don’t make me think of another punishment.”

he left you alone in the office, and you smiled knowingly at the light pink sheen embraced on his cheeks as he spoke.

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[vampyrris]

“wait until after dinner,” levi said calmly.

you whined, planting open-mouthed kisses down his neck. your hands wandered under his shirt, and you let the tips of your nails gently graze along his skin.

he didn’t budge.

“but i need you so badly, i can’t make it through dinner, levi…” you moaned against his skin, lightly nipping at it.

he let out a sigh, closing the file of documents on his table. “this is highly inappropriate, especially when i’m working.”

you moved yourself across his lap and straddled him. he only met your needy stare with a bored look.

you began kissing his jaw, as you slowly ground yourself against him. the slightest bit of friction between your thighs had you panting, until levi grabbed your hips firmly, stopping your motions.

“i hate you,” you whispered, bringing your lips to his. “kiss?”

he closed the distance without a word, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

you moaned again, as you ran your tongue along his lips, trying to get him to deepen it. levi’s hand found itself around your throat, pushing you back a little. a quiet fuck escaped your lips when his fingers tightened slightly, your hands bunching up around his shirt in desperation.

“after dinner.” he whispered, his steel gray eyes glowing with dark promise.

it was safe to say he kept his word, when you found your hips arched with your legs spread on his bed an hour later, your sobs of pleasure muffled against the pillow as levi fucked you senseless. both of your bodies were slick with sweat as his cock split you open, your juices helping him slide in and out of you with ease.

he slapped your ass harshly again, the impact welling up tears in your eyes as you felt the sting reverberate through your entire body.

“will you behave next time?” he growled as he continued his assault against your dripping cunt, driving into you so hard the only sounds in his room were of his balls slapping against your swollen clit. “you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself the one time i asked you to,” one of his hands gripped your hair, using the leverage to drive into you deeper each time.

your response was only a pathetic moan as hot pleasure overtook every fiber of your body and soul.

levi suddenly slowed his pace, each languid thrust making the walls of your pussy flutter against his hard cock. leaning down, he scraped his teeth against your neck, his grip on your hair tightening.

“use your words. will you behave?”

you whimpered. “y-yes, captain!”

he resumed his brutal pace again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing the sore flesh.

“that’s my girl.”

[osamucide]

he’s the type to hold you by your hair while he’s hitting it hard from the back. what’s more is he’ll pause, smooth your tangled locks down, and check in with you (“you alright, darling?”). he’ll wait for your breathless “yes” before pulling you to him and kissing the crown of your head oh-so sweetly. . .just to tangle his fingers up against your scalp again and go right back to railing you <3

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osamu dazai, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, yukichi fukuzawa, michizo tachihara, nikolai gogol, tetcho suehiro; satoru gojo, KENTO NANAMI, choso kamo; TAKASHI MITSUYA, shinichiro sano, hakkai shiba; armin arlert, LEVI ACKERMAN, erwin smith, and any of your favs

[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

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ignited

the feeling's mutual

the forgotten day

a river of three crossings

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one million to one

spring cleaning

slow hands

outlier

the bet

blueberry tea and lavender soap

melt

i need you

try

honey, honey (how you thrill me)

dante's inferno

beautiful

regimens

apricity

smoke and mirrors

the short end of the stick

warmth

nothing to lose, vengeance to gain

broken promises.

no man's sky

beg, borrow & steal

the mortal price of crossing twice

[lucysarah-c]

Levi had always been reserved, specially about his personal life. To anyone, about anything.

Three subtle knocks echoed at the door, rousing Levi from his bed. He groaned uneasily, burying his face deeper into the darkness as if seeking refuge from any source of light.

A few more insistent knocks followed, still maintaining their subtlety. Grumbling under his breath, Levi sat up, his right hand fumbling along the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, he searched in the darkness for his discarded clothes.

Quick, bare footsteps sounded against the wooden floorboards as he hurriedly dressed, letting his white uniform pants hang loosely around his hips.

"Coming, coming," he muttered softly as he reached for the doorknob.

He didn't bother to button up his clothes as he cracked the door open slightly. With tired eyes, he frowned at the person on the other side, his dark hair disheveled and unkempt.

"Levi?" Erwin's voice came in a hushed tone. "Sorry… were you asleep?"

The Captain knew explanations were too complicated and unnecessary. "No," he spat out. Recognizing Erwin as the one knocking, he fully opened the door.

"Are you sure? If you were asleep, I can come back tomorrow morning first thing," Erwin persisted, aware of how rare it was.

"What do you need?"

"I have some reports that need your signature before I send them out as soon as possible."

Before Erwin could say anything more, Levi nodded, gesturing for him to come in. As Erwin stepped inside, he mentally noted the oddities: Levi's disheveled appearance, his whispered voice despite few other higher-ups being awake in the facility at that hour, and how Levi subtly closed the door leading from his office to the bedroom.

Levi settled into his office chair and extended his hand for the papers, which Erwin quickly handed over. "I can come back tomorrow before your training session with your squad."

Levi shook his head and got straight to business. It was late, around 2 am, but Erwin knew Levi was hardly ever asleep at that hour. Despite the locks of hair raised in disarray, his struggle to fully open his eyes, and his haphazard appearance, Erwin noticed how eager Levi was to complete the task quickly.

"That's regarding the letters we discussed at the meeting-"

"Yeah," Levi interjected, completely disinterested in whatever he was signing, eager to be done with it.

Erwin tried not to dwell on it, but he sensed that something was amiss. Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence of the night. Both men tensed as the noise of a flushing toilet echoed through the room. Levi's color drained from his face as Erwin turned around, confused.

The bathroom door opened, revealing you, still half-asleep, clad in an grey shirt and bare legs adorned with bites and hickeys. Scratching your tangled hair, you peered out with closed eyes.

"Lev? What are you doing up? Come back to bed," you mumbled.

Upon noticing the silence, your eyes snapped open, your cheeks flushing as you instinctively tugged the shirt closer to cover yourself. Levi buried his face in his hands as Erwin stifled a chuckle.

"Sorry," you muttered before shutting the door.

Levi groaned, thrusting the completed pile of papers toward Erwin. "Your damn papers."

Erwin collected them with a subtle chuckle. "Told you I could come back in the morning."

-

"Hey, shorty. You think we can discuss the maps tonight-"

"Levi is occupied at night now, Hange," Erwin interjected, addressing the slightly confused Squad Leader. "Very occupied. Hands full."

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