#levi ackerman x furlan church smut

[rivangel]

Strange and Unfamiliar (But Not Unwelcome) Pt.2

summary: Levi and Furlan, two people who could never trust anyone, experience that and more for the first time.

This time, Levi bottoms.

wc: 9.7k

content/warnings: foreplay, enthusiastic consent, massage, nipple play, fingering, rimming, anal play, prostate massage, sex so good it makes Levi cry, banter, teasing, cockwarming, service dom!Furlan, soft, making love kinda, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, edging, begging, praise, one use of 'good boy', soft aftercare

a/n: I became super inspired after what was supposed to be a standalone oneshot about levifar's first time fnudjfier that im going to write them exploring each others bodies 2 more times. and u know what, im thinking about levihan and eruri too. as my top 3 fav aot ships.. mm.. we'll see.

| Part 1 | Part 3 |

Furlan sighs like he's been holding it in for hours, and leans back in his chair. "Finished. Finally."

The makeshift work station—nothing more than an emaciated table and chair—being shoved into the sitting room's back corner like it is meant Furlan should've had Levi in the corner of his eye since he started sweeping.

Levi feels confident about that. It was his intention, ever since he finished up more mundane chores. Furlan was still accounting and running numbers by then, so he chose to sweep the spotless floor. It's about time for him to be done.

He sweeps nonexistant dust into a corner, pretending he hasn't been faking the task for the past hour. Yeah, he couldn't stand sitting around in anxious anticipation for one more day, and yeah, the back-and-forth repetition was relaxing, but, there's no such thing as too clean.

Their eyes meet when Furlan speaks. There's already something unspoken there, because there has been. For days now.

Wordlessly, Levi tugs down his facecloth, so it sags around his neck like a bandana. "Good."

He crouches, and does his final act of pretending with the dustpan, then rises, and walks past Furlan’s curious eyes to the hallway. He taps the dustpan against the little trashcan, and leans the broom against the corner of the linen closet. The subtle click of the door opening and shutting is a little loud to his ears.

"Took a while. Sorry, Levi."

"It's not a surprise. Things've been busy lately," he says, coming up behind Furlan. In his absence, Furlan got to reviewing the pages, crowded with rows of pencil scratches, over again.

"Way to state the obvious," he remarks warmly.

He looks tense. Levi's lithe palms float down to Furlan's shoulders, on top of his buttoned shirt and that blue vest that always brings out the darker tones in his eyes.

But right now, it's an obstacle more than anything. He smooths the pads of his thumbs into the tight muscles on the nape of Furlan's neck, upwards, and expands out. A small groan immediately falls out of him.

Before Levi can do any more, he catches Furlan trying to glance over his shoulder at him, and states the obvious. "A massage?"

Levi deadpans, and guides his cheek back around to face forward again. While he's at it, he nudges the shoulders of the vest down. Levi hears buttons snap before it loosens, and falls off his shoulders completely.

"I could use your opinion on something."

Levi grunts. "What?"

"Maybe expanding our operation here... The MP have been quiet lately, and we have the means. What do you think?"

He ponders it while he strokes Furlan's shoulders. "Yeah. People have expressed interest."

"That test of strength thing didn't work before. Have you thought about my plan?"

"Yeah. I've thought about it. Getting Daniel and Roe to talk to a few I've had an eye on... except I'll neglect the guys everyone thinks I'll pick, including themselves.

"I revised your plan more after that. They'll be shitting themselves when I talk to them one-on-one later on, and be eager to do what I say."

"That's really smart," Furlan mumbles.

"I know." He digs his fingers in.

A reserved moan can be heard as Levi applies pressure. "What about kids?"

"...Maybe."

Recruiting young is a touchy decision for Levi. He would rather think of it as rescuing them from certain death. They get delivery jobs. They become messengers. Pay and food.

Especially if they've lived on scraps for a while. It's a testament to their strength. It wouldn't take long after a look around to find kids in need, but it takes longer to find the ones who've endured.

"Enough with the business talk for one night," Levi grumbles. "Seems like that's all you're thinking about."

"Nope. Part of why I took so long is because you're distracting," Furlan chuckles, and leans back to peer up at him upside down. "But you probably knew that already, am I right?"

Levi's cheeks warm. Buttons snap. "That's news to me..."

He's pleased to find Furlan's collar already open to the top of his chest, and more buttons being worked open all the time. He slides his hands down over the dips and peaks of his collarbones, following the soft curves of his pecs. It's warm under his shirt, almost toasty, and faintly dusted in blond hairs. They tickle his palms. Furlan hums.

They've been meaning to do this for a while now. Only, reserving a few hours even out of the night has been challenging lately. They'd both be remiss to call Levi something of a leader, but they've been doing well for themselves lately. Furlan is his partner in that way, and in other ways.

For Levi especially, the suspense has been killing him. Hence the sweeping, and his impatient hands diving into Furlan's shirt now that it's open. He flattens his palms on his soft pecs, pushing them together and apart like a massage.

Upside down, he watches Furlan's lips part and his eyes float closed, then shut tight as Levi tweaks his nipples. "Levi."

His bottom half heats.

In no time, they harden, like putty under Levi's touch. After pinching, and getting a small whine out of Furlan, he soothes the hard buds with his thumbs.

Furlan's chest rises and falls. One hand gravitates to the top of Levi's, caressing while the other goes down, and closes on the front of his pants.

Levi's legs turn a little weak in the knees as he watches, and hears Furlan sigh.

Furlan tilts his head back again. He looks ridiculous with his cheeks all pink, and his coy grin looking more like a creepy frown. "Guess it's obvious, but. I want you. Sorry it took so long."

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, and strokes Furlan's jaw with one hand as he applies a firmer pinching pressure to Furlan's pebbled nipple with the other.

"You have me."

"You know what I mean."

He scoffs. "You should take a wild guess of what I've been thinking about for the past week."

Furlan smiles. "Oh."

His knees turn weak again. He reaches over for the large ledger, picks it up, and closes it. He feels Furlan watching him as he steps away from the chair, and heads toward the shelf lining the other wall. It's full of books, none dusty, but all in various states of neglect and natural decay. The Underground is damp.

Which is part of the reason for this special hiding spot.

Levi kneels down, and slides a stack out of the way. The wooden panel here is loose, and he slides it aside with ease, revealing a dark compartment that smells of expensive concoctions that trap moisture, and mothballs.

Levi hears whispered steps of socks against wood.

It's tucked away by the time Furlan appears behind him, also kneeling. His arms close on his small waist, daring to distract him while Furlan's heated breath washes over his nape. Furlan next folds his shirt collar down and pulls his facecloth free so he can kiss his neck.

"Hold on..." Levi struggles to slide the plank back into place first as heat trickles down, then shoves the cloth in his pocket. Pressed against his back, Furlan's frame is inviting and secure. "All that working, and suddenly you can't get your hands off me?"

"Mm-mm." He kisses Levi's earlobe, and traps it between his teeth.

"Fuck," he gasps faintly. A jolt of arousal goes straight to his dick, and here, he wonders. Wonders if Furlan can smell it.

"You're the one wearing perfume," Furlan points out, sounding surprised.

He glances over his shoulder, and pops his collar. "I am, aren't I. Well stand up."

Back on unsteady feet, Levi pulls Furlan back in from behind, pushing down on his nape until he feels sweltering wet kisses on his neck. Eager, increasingly needy.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." They sway, kisses deepening.

Furlan presses closer, snug against him, and Levi sighs. It's firm and hard against the seat of his pants. The longing he feels then is painful.

With one hand, Levi pins Furlan's mouth to his neck, and takes support from the shelf with the other so he can arch his back. This has his ass pop out and push back against all that hardness.

That'll be inside me soon.

"Fuck, Levi." He grabs his waist and grinds hungrily. "You are needy."

He huffs. "No 'm not..."

“Then what're you trying to do to me?”

"Get you to quit fucking procrastinating," he replies hotly, squeezing his nape.

Furlan snorts in amusement. One hand pinned across Levi's waist, the other goes lower closes on the front of Levi's tight trousers.

He stiffens, and sighs tenderly. "More."

Furlan sucks Levi's tender skin between his teeth, and raises his head. "Oh, so you've had enough messing around now?"

"You tell me." Levi presses down on Furlan's hand, grinding his dick on his palm, and swallows thickly.

"Mm..." He squeezes and strokes, at the same time catching Levi's nipple through his shirt, and a moan escapes him. It throbs, hotter. "Oh, I don't know..."

"Fucking asshole... More."

He finds himself being spun around, their lips crashing together, pressed up tight enough to feel Furlan through his tight pants. For a second as his tongue takes Levi's mouth, he thinks Furlan's going to do it right there, against the bookshelves.

He groans in protest, detaching their lips, and skipping down to Furlan's neck, determined to leave marks of his own—that don't go away for days. That pulls a louder sound out of him.

"Okay, okay," Furlan relents. His fingers bury in Levi's hair. "I'm done teasing, I swear... Let me take you to the bedroom..."

With a short hum, confidence building, he presses their foreheads together with a fleeting kiss to Furlan's lips. "Good choice."

In comparison to the fooling around they've done so far, they practically make it to the bedroom a flash... where Furlan surprisingly parts from him, intent on the bottom drawer beside the old bed.

Levi points as he opens his shirt. "What you're looking for's over there."

The lube Levi retrieved days earlier (and left out to spite Furlan) sits out in the open on the small bedside table, like it's been waiting too, but that's not what Furlan's looking for, apparently. A towel appears in his arms instead. He rises, and knocks the drawer shut with his heel.

Furlan smiles sheepishly. "I thought you'd appreciate this."

His shirt parted like curtains, Levi stands in place as Furlan unrolls the fluffy towel, and lays it on the bed long-ways. It's even grey, for stains.

Heart tender, Levi approaches from behind with his brow knit, and embraces him with his chin raised, so he can set it on his shoulder. It's not even the towel's obvious purpose he's so affected by, he thinks—he would've been fine going without—but that Furlan considered something that's otherwise insignificant.

"Thanks," Levi says slowly, trying to phrase it properly. "You put a lot of thought into this."

"More than you think." When Furlan turns his head, he's smiling full of nervous affection.

Levi guides his jaw towards him, where their buttery lips meet, and smack.

First, Furlan sits, pulling Levi down with him, and into his lap. He feels dizzy with fondness for this man as he parts his lips for him, and heavy smacking sounds ensue as they trade tongue. It's satisfying to clutch at Furlan's shoulders with the knowledge he already has Furlan all to himself.

As their tongues mesh, Levi spots Furlan's heavy-lidded gaze as he touches his back, and down lower, caresses Levi's round bottom, encouraging his hips.

His eyes close by instinct when he feels the hot friction, satisfying and teasing both at once. His wide thighs squeeze Furlan's hips as messy lips mash and hips roll, until Levi simply can't take it anymore with most of their clothes still on.

He leans back with purpose until Furlan follows through, and gravity does the rest of the work. Furlan however gets his arms around him before he can fall, and lays him down gently.

"More," Levi whispers urgently. "More."

"Okay, okay," he breathes shakily. He slots himself in-between Levi's spread legs, hands wandering and arms wrapping, lips parting for the silky heat of their mouths. Furlan pulls Levi's shirt shamelessly from its neat tuck.

No matter how many times they've fooled around, this position always gets his heart racing. Instincts make him hyperaware of how to escape when someone's on top of him—but this obviously isn't the time. He feels a small twinge of guilt, and to stamp it down, he pulls even more of Furlan on top of him, and gives him more space.

A slow hum vibrates down Levi's throat. As Furlan shifts, he feels firm heat pressing down between his thighs, and a moan escapes him, low and throaty.

Their hips grind with abandon. Enough waiting. Enough fucking around, Levi thinks.

Then he remembers what this is they're about to do, and shivers. Part thrill, part anxiety.

Their lips smack noisily before Furlan pulls away, and helps Levi slide his arms free of his sleeves. "Are you comfortable like that?"

"Like what?" he grunts. His silver belt buckle clinks open, followed by his pants. Everything off.

"On your back?"

He turns annoyed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Furlan lays his shirt aside, and shakes his head. "I'm not criticizing you. I'm just reminding you, you have the option, and I just think... you should be comfortable, and you're not really... I think I can tell when something's bothering you."

He's nervous. Levi thinks this over as Furlan works Levi's pants and briefs off his ankles. "Stop worrying... I don't get it. You don't make me 'uncomfortable'."

"I know that." Furlan opens his own pants. "But if something does, and you just... take it... Levi, that can't happen. You've talked that way before, is what I'm saying."

All of their clothes are gone, but no one acts.

"Because I'm right," he says quietly. "I get that I'm participating. But I'm the one 'taking it'."

"What? No," he says instantly. "What're you—? That doesn't mean anything."

A realization seems to dawn on Furlan, as everything stops to pause. "You're wearing perfume," he says slowly.

Levi tenses. Shame betrays him by burning his cheeks. "So fucking what, Furlan? Are you just going to state the obvious over and over... or ask a question, and then correct me some more?"

"That depends on whether you need to be corrected," he replies.

Levi crosses his arms, and looks aside, getting less turned on by the minute and more confused. That doesn't help. He hates being corrected in general, but now, specifically, it's like everything he has ever learned is taboo rather than the way sex just... works. It makes him feel like an idiot, and even more sick for her, but, at the same time... relieved. Like pain being optional, or pausing being encouraged.

Except, how wrong can he be?

Furlan murmurs, "Baby," and touches his waist. Levi crumbles inside. "I wanted to be prepared for this—but even if I was totally clueless, other stuff is obvious to me. It's an equal thing." Furlan squeezes. "This isn't happening to you. You know what I mean?"

"...I can't decide if it's creepy or a good thing you did research," he mutters.

Furlan guides Levi's attention towards him by his jaw. "Could you promise me?"

Immediately, Levi is listening closely. He doesn't take words lightly—especially promises—and with that intensity behind Furlan's blue eyes...

Levi says, like a secret that bursts from him, "Brothel."

The silence is tense. Levi for some reason just can't look at him or meet his eyes, but he can't stand the quiet either, so he keeps going. "I lived in one of those disgusting shitholes. So I should be the one that's prepared. Yet every damn time you tell me I'm wrong about something... But Furlan, I've seen it a million times, and I saw it the same way, every time, and so, I don't get... what..."

Levi trails off aimlessly. Both of them are motionless, hardly touching. He hates being pitied, if that's what Furlan's thinking, or if he plans to probe more for answers, then...

"I like you," Furlan says, now confident, like it's a fact. The Underground is dirty, cuts bleed.

Snapped out of his mind, Levi stares, and again feels himself relax underneath Furlan. Slowly.

"That's not the case in brothels, is it? I like you, a-and so I care, Levi. That's completely different.

"And so I need you to promise me, that if something is wrong, or hurts, or hell—you just have a complaint, you bring it up instead of accepting that that's the way things are.

"I really... really... don't want to mess this up."

Furlan is no longer on top, but kneeling between his legs, suddenly looking out of place. His plea—a plea is what it is—touches his heart in a way Levi isn't accustomed to.

"You're not messing up," he states firmly. Why do the words hurt so much, when they endear him to Furlan that much more?

Frowning, Levi leans up, and holds Furlan's jaw in place while he kisses him with all the tenderness he can't convey with words. Nothing is even happening, really, and yet this kiss feels intimate in place of sex.

He'd never thought of it that way, though—it's true. It makes sense now for Levi's knowledge and his experiences with Furlan to be so vastly different. He really feels completely out of his element now... except if it weren't for his constant that is Furlan there to calm his nerves.

"I get it," he speaks against his lips. "Fine." They press firmly. "I'll say something. You have my word."

Furlan searches his eyes for a moment, and then sinks into his arms. "Not that I don't trust you. But you know."

Levi's head tilts. "You have about a thousand more ways to say I'm wrong?"

A smirk. "Give me some time, and yeah, maybe I will."

Furlan kisses him again as their bodies gravitate toward each other. Neither of them are as hard as before, so they take their time. Furlan places a barrage of tiny kisses from his palms, to his forearms and thick biceps to the peaks and dips in his collarbones.

He speaks against Levi's neck, "Did you know... I think you're beautiful?"

Levi's eyes widen. That catches him off-guard. "Sh...Shut up."

"I mean it." There's a look in his eyes that intimidates him. "You're beautiful. And I like looking at you." Kisses drag and turn wet around his pecs, causing Levi's breath to shudder, and his eyes to instinctively close as Furlan's buttery lips close on his nipple, his hand around his cock. "I like kissing you. And touching you."

Levi wants to make some teasing jab about poetry, but it's lost on him because of Furlan. He pumps loosely and plays with his slit until Levi's soft and pliant, and tilting his hips up for more. The sucking sensations, and dull pressure from Furlan's teeth make him throb, with an embarrassing stream oozing from his tip.

It's all exposing, more than every other time, what with the knowing. That's why Levi's hands roam Furlan's body so hungrily. Scraping his nails down his back, full of scars, and the lithe muscles packed into his sides, and feeling up the subtle curve of Furlan's waist—nothing like Levi's—as his palm closes on his ass. More marks rise to the surface of Levi's pale skin.

"More. I'm ready," he breathes, his fingers threading in Furlan's blond locks. It feels against some invisible rules, somehow, to ask for something considering his position, but he ignores it. It's easy to forget his reservations when Furlan's making him feel this good.

Levi knocks his waist with the side of his foot until he chuckles, and scoots back.

"Happy?"

"Not yet," Levi snarkily replies. His eyes are drawn to Furlan's cock, blushing at the tip and more than half-hard laying on his thigh. He realizes he's never considered the idea of it being inside him before, or even being inside Furlan. Another time.

He spreads them, and to even further show his need without saying a word, and pries his cheeks apart, and lifts his hips. "F-Furlan. I want you."

Furlan visibly shudders and bows his head, a soft groan of approval moving over his thigh to dizzy Levi's mind. Hands shift and fall on Levi's, spreading and working the plump soft flesh until his dick strains, and drools.

For now... Levi decides he'll let Furlan do as he likes, when he likes. Scattering kisses while he strokes Levi's big thighs with shameless passion, licking and kissing closer to where he needs him most of all.

He pets his hair. "Hey. Don't think about using your mouth if you want me to la—"

Soaked heat from Furlan's tongue climbs the underside of his cock, licking up what's leaked from his tip. Seductive blue eyes challenge him.

"Shit," he gasps, and snags the sheets beside him. Too fucking wet, too silky hot.

He orders his body to relax as he watches Furlan's tongue lap at his slit, the contented look on his face, even with his eyes closed. His lips close, and suckle his pink tip.

"Ah, Furlan..." Levi gasps. He squirms. "Idiot, I'm being serious."

It's not the first time Furlan's gone down on him—but Levi thinks that he might be sensitive by nature or something. Which is annoying when Furlan seems so determined to pay him attention before the main event starts.

Rather, this is Furlan liking him. But that doesn't negate the fact that Levi won't last if he keeps on.

Furlan makes a murmuring noise. Just thick and loud enough to make Levi miss him when he pulls off—after explicitly telling him to do just that.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Furlan gestures with his head. "Could you..."

"I do. That's the problem." That weightless wanting feeling returns to Levi's stomach as he takes the lube off the stand, and hands it to him. Furlan pulls the stopper, and tips it into his hand.

It looks like a waste to Levi, how much he's using, but he keeps quiet and obediently holds his hand out when it looks like Furlan's ready to hand it off.

Only Furlan seems to think better of it, and touches Levi's knee. "Can you spread them more?"

"You want my feet behind my head or something?" he retorts as he obeys. He spreads his thighs and lets his head sink into the pillow, completely exposed.

Furlan snorts with a sense of amazement. "Can you? And you'd do that for me? Maybe I should keep that in mind."

"Don't get a big-ass ego just 'cause—"

And Levi sucks in a swift breath as Furlan tips the phial. The thick, syrupy liquid dribbles down his taint, and over his hole. Suddenly it's there, and it's not like it's warm, causing a whine Levi can't catch in time, and his toes to curl. "Fuck... Fuck you."

"It's easier if you're wet."

"Shut up," he snaps, without thinking.

He feels bad for it the moment he does. This is serious, he remembers, or it means a lot to Furlan for Levi to be less of an asshole than usual. He eyes him, Furlan, who seems conflicted as he holds the closed phial out for Levi to take back.

"Nevermind," Levi mutters, and places it aside. "Stop it with that look. I promised, right? I'm not gonna let you mess up, or whatever you're afraid of."

"Never said I was afraid..." he drawls.

Levi can tell he's bullshitting, but he forgets to point it out as fingers from Furlan's clean hand stroke his taint, spreading the lube. "It's more like I'm not gonna let you stop me from making this good for you."

As if on cue, Levi's cock gently throbs as Furlan's strokes turn firm, and slide up to close his palm on his heavy balls, lathering them.

"Fuck you're an idiot���if you think, think that—"

Furlan squeezes, and oils his cock up next. Other fingers brush his hole. He feels himself tighten up on instinct, the contact pulling a shiver from him.

"—that this is bad for me," Levi finishes weakly, overwhelmed by pleasant tingles down his spine and the growing heat kindling brighter below. It doesn't even seem like Furlan is listening—instead he's studying all of Levi's reactions. Seeing what he likes. What elicits less.

"I'm gonna start now. With one." He kisses Levi's knee, and shuffles forward.

"Fuck. Fine."

Despite his thorough warning, Furlan's middle finger pushing past his rim makes him tense, clenching down on the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, but it's weird.

"You're okay?"

"Ngh."

He pushes to the first knuckle, and out. It's a tiny thrust, barely anything. Levi moans under his breath.

"More?" Furlan for some reason sounds breathless.

"Y...Yeah. I'm not fragile. You're fine."

The second... then third knuckle. Levi hides the upper half of his face behind his elbow as he figures out whether he likes it or not. His body is constantly betraying him by fluttering around it, but he can't say it's unpleasant.

Furlan strokes Levi's wide thigh, and keeps his eyes on the faces he's making—all he can see, anyway. "How's it feel?"

Levi lowers his elbow. "...Like you have your finger in my ass. It's fine."

Furlan's hand wraps around his cock. "What about now?"

He gasps, and feels his walls clench down much tighter in response, again betraying him. He nods, too distracted to properly answer.

"I really like it... how sensitive you are. I'm adding another now, okay?"

Levi gets stuck on that first sentence and almost misses the question. "Mhm..."

He's hot and light all over as a second finger slides in beside the other, stretching him for the first time. He hides his face again, this time dragging a pillow over.

It's beginning to actually... feel like something. Furlan's fingers aren't thin, but long regardless, and so fill him so nicely, deep inside, combined with his hand around his cock. Levi bites down hard on his lip so an embarrassing noise doesn't escape.

Furlan keeps talking, slowly. "It doesn't seem like you would be so sensitive, right?—You're so rigid all the time..."

"'m not," he pants. "Rigid..."

"Heh. But you start shaking as soon as I touch you. Like this:"—his thumb dips into Levi's wet slit, and uncontrollably, he pinches his brows and shakes—"It's so fucking hot. And they feel big, right? They have to be, when you're this tight."

He has them pushed in to the second knuckle. They circle Levi's twitching rim when he pulls back, before burying right back in again, faster now.

His breath hitches embarrassingly loud. Every word makes Levi feel special, embarrassed, and at the same time dazed.

"Is it good?"

Levi nods, biting down on his tongue behind the pillow. All Furlan can see is his closed eyes.

And he doesn’t tear it off. Doesn’t even point out what Levi’s doing. That feels even better than what Furlan’s doing to him right now.

God, he's so hard. With how careful Furlan is taking this, he doesn't see how it could hurt for a second. Maybe that's why, going into it, Levi figured it'd be quick.

He feels a touch of guilt for that. Pain or not, he hates to waste Furlan's time, which Furlan can't argue with... After all, he's getting nothing out of this so far.

Furlan's fingers curl, yanking Levi out of his thoughts with a heated groan. His fist hasn't slowed, even as it throbs, making Levi's hips tilt.

For the first time in a while, he opens his eyes, embarrassed by the cum that's streamed down Furlan's knuckles.

"Faster," Levi requests, and adjusts so he can sink onto Furlan's fingers, not the other way around. "You're taking too long. I'm ready."

"Wait."

He tries to make a warning noise, but it only sounds whiny.

Furlan's fingers and the stretch disappears, and the emptiness that remains is horrible. Levi's eyes fly open, prepared to object, when the lube appears in Furlan's shaking hand. He reached for it himself.

Between his thighs, Levi catches Furlan's swollen neglected cock, bright fuchsia, dripping onto the towel.

"I said hurry up," Levi huffs, raising his hips. He's so hard his dick feels like it's about to fall off. Back to the pillow, craving something to hold onto.

Too close, he thinks. In three short pumps, that'd probably be it for him, and then where would they be? Wasting more time, that's where. Even though he's never had a problem with coming more than once with Furlan.

"I am. Three, now. Are you so impatient 'cause you're close?"

Three, this time, bury inside him. Slick just enough for perfect friction, to stretch, but not to slide too easily.

A groan bubbles up in his chest. He lowers the pillow, still hugging it. "Th-That's not... not the problem..."

Furlan's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "So what is the problem?"

"I'm ready," he replies petulantly, and grinds down on them himself. "This is a giant waste of your time by now..."

"Levi..." But he indulges him, and increases the pace.

It stings a little.

But so what? he catches himself thinking.

Before he remembers.

"It just stings... some."

The fingers slow inside him. "I'm warning you," Furlan says in a quiet tone. "Not to rush me."

Levi's brows knit, and his eyes open. "Or what?"

"If you just looked, you'd know I'm turned on right now. Maybe you're wasting time by complaining.

"If you keep rushing me..." His fingers curl, and maintain shallow thrusts as he speeds up, encouraging Levi's hastening gasps. Furlan's fist reappears, tighter now, and faster. "I'm gonna make you come. I know you can take one more. Maybe even two."

He barely even hears the word come. His quick breaths leave him in huffs as the reality of his nearing climax begins to catch up with his shitty attitude. Thrusting to meet Furlan's hand becomes something beyond his control.

Furlan leans forward even more, to keep Levi's thighs from twitching closed. It's like Furlan to be so daring, but not in bed. It fuels Levi's helplessness in a way, and gives him what he needs, he thinks. Someone to put him in his place. Furlan's taking his say out of it, which is somehow—fuck, it's good.

Levi gasps rapidly, and pins the pillow to his chest, "Shut up shut up shut—up."

"Does it still sting?"

"No," he moans, too high-pitched. His head tosses back and forth as his thighs tense and tremble. "You have to stop. I'm gonna come."

Then the loudest gasp of all finds him. Some spot Furlan brushes against drags a cry out of him as fiery heat from below brings—hurls Levi at the edge.

And it's not some fluke. It's brushed again, forcing Levi tighter and stealing the control over his voice.

"Fuck, fuck Furlan. Don't—stop that."

"Don't stop?"

"Fuck fuck fuck," he whispers.

Jaw slack, Levi pants at the ceiling and reels. He doesn't know what that is, but it's too good to be worth stopping and thinking about.

"Oh," Furlan moans. His thrusts turn pointed. "Right here?"

"Don't. P-Please. Don't." His fingers wrench at the sheets.

"Shit," Furlan whispers.

Sometimes, Levi still doesn't know his own strength when it comes to the pleasure Furlan gives him. Distantly, he knows he's thrashing.

Furlan's hand vanishes from his cock and pins down his abdomen, which means nothing as his fingers apply brutal pressure, tight and quick without the least bit hesitation, and Levi is fucking coming before he can even say I'm.

His climax drops on top of him like a ton of bricks, and makes light flash behind his eyes. It's too hot, way too fucking good. He finds himself arching, pushing again Furlan's arm, and his head thrown back, a full, loud moan bursting from his chest.

"Ah, Levi..."

Void of thought, he shakes and grinds to meet Furlan's fingers. All he needs is Furlan rubbing that spot to come hard. It should be unnatural to feel this good. His hips jerk and his cock pulses with each load, all over his stomach. Streaking as far as the dip in his sternum.

He whimpers pitifully as his back lowers back down, but Furlan isn't slowing. He is panting.

Levi's thighs start to quake, and a complaint dies on his tongue. He's oversensitive to the lightest stroke; tingles shoot up from his lower half that are almost pain, but no pain Levi has ever felt was addicting.

"God—dammit," he whines tightly. The way Furlan has him pinned, he can barely writhe. He feels mindless.

"You came so hard—I wasn't even touching you," he breathes, sounding almost amazed. "Still don't want me to stop?"

His firm, pointed rubbing, combined with the way Furlan gently strokes his waist, drives Levi out of his mind until he's keening from the overstimulation. It's too hard to tell. It's tender. Painful-good. Even loving. A short stream of cum oozes down Levi's shaft as it twitches back to life. It never went soft.

"Talk to me, Lev'."

"S..." He throws his head back. "...Too... Fucking can't."

Furlan finally eases up a little, making his strokes light instead. Levi suffers a full-body shiver.

"Slow down," he requests, this time in a way that makes sense. "Other than that it's good."

Furlan's fingers retreat from that spot entirely, and spread instead, stretching him again. Levi feels himself relax as chaste kisses melt against his quaking thigh.

"Good... It doesn't hurt, right?"

"No," he rasps, and loosens up on that damn pillow. It's damp now, and flat, and so he nudges it aside. He ends up touching Furlan's wrist, and gnarls his other hand in the sheets.

"Mhm?"

He cracks his eyes open. When he sees that naked affection on Furlan's face, he wishes he had the pillow back.

But too late.

"Fuck... mmh... no. It's. Good..."

Furlan whispers in a way that implies he doesn't want Levi to hear when he calls him beautiful. Levi's eyes screw shut.

Furlan's fingers piston slowly, as deep as possible. "But do you think you're done? I'll stop, if you don't wanna go again."

Levi shakes his head lazily, his hand wandering down and wrapping around his softened cock. The slippery squelching sounds. He shudders out a sigh. "Nah..."

"Yeah?" A kiss to the center of Levi's chest.

"I'm good."

"Okay. Good."

Furlan drags his lips down his navel, straying to certain scars old and aged the color of milk, tonguing at a raised line, then nuzzling the dark, curly hairs. His tongue spreads flat, and licks. Lapping up the thick, sticky white while Levi watches on, always stunned when Furlan pulls stunts like this.

He doesn't even do it for Levi's peace of mind, he thinks. Licking, sucking, tasting him is just something Furlan likes doing.

Which is embarrassing as it is nice, because Levi is the same way. It's difficult to get enough of Furlan. And scary, is what that is—he has too much experience with loss to feel anything less—but he doesn't have to think about it while Furlan is here, a solid weight between his legs, and doing these things to him.

Furlan... definitely—Levi sighs tightly as his tongue touches his sensitive tip—has a thing for his thighs, too. He stops fondling himself to cradle Furlan's flaming cheek.

And notices the hunched way Furlan's kneeling as—with his navel and dick now slick and shiny from where Furlan's mouth has been—he goes lower. Levi's neck hurts just to watch him.

"Wait," he mumbles.

Furlan stops quickly, so Levi can adjust quickly—pushing that pillow behind his head so he's not stuck staring at the ceiling with his back flat on the mattress when he raises his knees, so the tops touch his pecs.

Levi explains, "I didn't lie when I said I was flexible. This angle's better for you, right?"

Furlan seems stunned as his eyes rake him, down to everything exposed before his eyes. Levi's slick cock hard and laying on his pelvis, down his curves and parted cheeks, and his pink hole, puffy and shiny from the oil.

Furlan wants to blurt out that he likes Levi a lot, or something. He nods rapidly instead, then leans down and closes his mouth on Levi's heavy balls, sucking eagerly.

"Fuck fuck." His hand sinks into thick blond locks. "Oh. That's it..."

His taint seems like such an unassuming spot... so maybe it's just Levi that curls his toes and gasps when it's licked. He can feel him on both sides.

"You..."

Levi is stuck between you don't have to and what're you doing? when Furlan's heavy tongue laps into his rim, replacing his fingers, and pushes inside with ease.

A needy whimper—or cry, Levi can't hear himself over this stretch—is torn from his throat as Furlan groans, and buries his tongue in deep. The thrusting motions make him grab for Furlan's hair, his legs wiggling in useless attempts to close.

Furlan grips Levi's ass, working his palms in and spreading him open as he shamelessly explores.

A real cry has Levi slapping his hand over his mouth when the sucking motions begin, and he hears the slurping. So wet it'd be disgusting if it didn't bring his cock back to throbbing so fast.

A moan bursts from Furlan's chest as Levi both pushes on his head and grinds his ass down, so his nose is snug with his taint and Levi gets the full girth of his tongue. Those whines and high-pitched nosies don't even sound like Levi, and Furlan being the one to drag them out makes him burn.

"I'm ready, I'm ready Furlan, Furlan, ready—" he babbles. "Fucking c'mon you can't make me come again, can't, n' just, fuck your tongue—"

Furlan's head spins. Levi's hole is getting tight on him, and he's just getting louder. It'd be so fucking easy to make him come again.

"Please."

He barely pulls off in time to let Levi down from the very edge.

Levi's legs are shaking. He has the base of his blushing cock in a tight fist, and, a mess dribbling down his knuckles again. He barely managed to hold it together, and it shows.

"Sorry... I kinda got carried away," Furlan huffs, stroking his thighs. His hole is even puffier than before, still clenching.

"That's one word for it." He flicks Furlan's ear affectionately. "I'm ready, I said. Come here."

Furlan's weight feels safe and familiar on top again. One glance down is enough for Levi to see he probably doesn't need more oil, but Furlan reaches for it.

He watches. It's a little hypnotizing. The snick of the stopper. The instant tightening of his expression when Furlan gets his dick in a loose fist, and slowly pumps.

"I could've done that," Levi mumbles. It feels like he's done nothing but lay here while Furlan made him come once, almost twice, with his tongue in his ass, of all things.

Furlan's glazed eyes focus on him. "I know, but no. I mean... to be honest... I think I'd come if you touched me right now."

Levi's eyes bulge. "Then how do you expect to fuck me?"

"I guess I didn't think that far ahead," Furlan chuckles in defeat.

Levi deadpans, and lowers his knees as he pulls and sends Furlan crashing down on top of him. First, he slams their lips together, and calls him an idiot between those kisses.

Second, "Stop worrying so much... I bet you could take one more... right? Maybe even two."

Using Furlan's words against him is a gratifying feeling, especially when he gives in instantly by laughing, forcing their lips apart.

Furlan gazes into his eyes. "'kay... I'll go slow anyway. I'm pretty sure it'll be a lot at first. Even after all that."

"If you say so," he says, with no bite behind it.

Levi bends his knees. His shins touch Furlan's waist, both hands gripping his biceps.

Furlan eyes his grip... and takes one hand down beside Levi's shoulder on the bed. It doesn't move. He's holding his hand.

Levi can only stand to hold eye contact for a moment, and then urges him forward with his heel. "Don't make me tell you again."

Levi's free hand falls to help pin him open, since Furlan only has one free too, to guide himself. They inhale at the same time.

The first push into his rim, the heat and the instant stretch has Levi gasp. It's immediately the most intense thing he's ever felt, done—doesn't matter. "Ah."

Furlan's whiny sigh washes over his face as he eases inside, and rocks back about halfway. Shallow at first.

If Furlan grips his hand any harder, he'll break his fingers. Levi holds tighter.

"It'sgood," Levi gasps, predicting the question. "I'm good. You good?"

"I'm—I'm good." Furlan stoops over him a little more, his arm settling by his head. "You feel... really good." His head lowers to his neck "You're so fucking tight, baby, shit Levi..."

Levi makes an eager noise of agreement as Furlan's lips land on his, barely moving. Kissing just for the sake of it.

Levi groans. The stretch grows absurdly sweet and tight, and then he has it all. Furlan's cock is buried inside him. He's here. Furlan's hips kissing his, and their breaths beating over each other's faces.

"Need... move," Levi mumbles, nosing his cheek. "If you're ready I need you to..."

Their sweaty bodies are pressed from their chests to Levi's ankles crossed behind Furlan's lower back. Furlan's navel pins Levi's cock, creating delicious friction at the slightest movement.

And the movements are slight. Levi needs more, but he hears Furlan constantly, moaning down his throat, swift gasps when he pulls out to leave Levi almost empty, and slams back in so his balls clap against flesh. Their hands squeeze as he stays there, grinding as deep as he can go.

The moan shakes its way out of Levi as Furlan's hips roll, grind in circles, and he can tell, can just tell Furlan is struggling to hold it together. Whining, with his blue heavy eyes struggling to stay cracked open.

It's so full, heavy and warm everywhere—that he can't imagine how overwhelming it is for Furlan to maintain this controlled a pace.

"Faster," Levi demands. He tosses his arm over his shoulders and digs his heels in.

Furlan moans, louder with the next shallow, devastating flurry of thrusts. "I can't I can't—Levi, I won't last."

"Don't care. I—f-fuck—don't care," he speaks hotly into his ear, and tilts his hips. Shivers shake his bones. He rakes his blunt nails down Furlan's back, embracing the feeling of his shifting muscles and mangled scars. "You can come. Come inside me. You've been so fucking careful, you worked yourself up too much, so you better fuck me now like you mean it."

Furlan clings to him and opens his eyes. There's an intensity in them Levi's never seen before, and then all sense of pace dissolves. He cages Levi in, humping in jerky, desperate strokes. Muffled in his neck, Levi can't tell if Furlan is babbling or cursing.

Even though he's losing control, it feels so fucking good. The friction sends sweet volts of pleasure down his cock while Furlan uses him.

Levi raises one of his knees back, giving Furlan more room. He knows the techniques, what to do, which might as well go to use a little.

"Deeper," Levi grunts. "I can handle it."

"Fuckokay." There's a brief reprieve to his pace as Furlan leans up and slides his palm into the bend of Levi's knee, leaving his foot to dangle helplessly in the air.

Groans burst from them both as Furlan's cock suddenly rams in much deeper. It even feels even bigger than before. Levi struggles to close his gaping mouth as their joined hands lands beside Levi's head.

"Mm, shit..." Furlan's slams in. "I'm coming."

Levi feels it in his core and his curled toes, through his dizzy mind as Furlan tenses on top of him, and his hips jerk to a pause.

His eyes roll back. "Levi."

"Ah."

Hammering thrusts resume messier than ever. He ends up pinning Levi to the whining mattress, his leg bent bak as his cock gushes inside.

Levi moans sweetly from the feeling, and simply clings onto any piece of Furlan he can get as his moans fill his ear, and he rides out the rest.

He holds on desperately, decides he likes the feeling of Furlan coming inside him.

But he didn't come. So why is his heart trembling as Furlan's passionate lips land on his, and his hips slow to rocking?

Sex. Levi still doesn't understand this, or his own feelings. He's witnessed the aftermath a hundred times, so he doesn't understand why it feels so comfortable, and warm, and impossible to resist holding onto Furlan tight. Who knew it could be like this?

It must be because Levi likes him.

When Furlan stills to an exhausted stop, his full weight falls down on top of him.

That urgent sense of getting away as fast as he can is quiet at least. Levi kisses his temple, then the top of his head as Furlan lets his leg down, and they lay, still connected.

It's still hard. Levi wants to squirm, the way his dick is trapped, but he holds off. Their hands relax. His fingers ache dully, but he decides it's a good ache.

Furlan raises his head. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to get that rough."

"Ye—Yeah." He's surprised at the tightness in his throat. He swallows to break it down, and tries to rationalize it.

It was good. Furlan is perfect at pausing and all the talking. So intense aside, he doesn't understand why he's emotional.

Furlan leans, and furrows his brows. The satisfaction on his face before is gone. "Hey... Are you crying?"

"It didn't hurt. It was good," he struggles to answer, and covers his face. A silent cry gets through. "I'm not. Fronting. It was good. Stop staring. Sto-Stop."

Furlan kisses his forehead in a ghostly press, and works himself out of him carefully. The emptiness that replaces him is still unsatisfying.

Would he still be emotional if it wasn't? There's nothing here worth feeling sad about, and he knows he's worrying the hell out of Furlan for this, but he can't explain it. The embarrassing need to weep recedes slowly.

"It's okay." He nudges Levi's attention back towards him, where he pecks his lips in a soft, simply kiss, under his clenched fist draped across his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, Furlan," he whispers.

"I think... it could normal to be emotional if it was good, maybe," he suggests.

Confused, Levi viciously wipes, then opens his eyes. They shine as they search Furlan's. "What?"

"How else do you explain it?" he asks. He looks open to suggestions. "And I don't think I feel... that differently from you, so. There's that."

Levi stares a moment longer, processing that crying can be a good thing, and relaxes. Same as Furlan.

They settle like that, in peace. Levi sighs, his nostrils flaring, and squirms the slightest bit. He's messy, and sticky. His ass feels weird. Either he has to wait for his dick to go down before getting up, or...

Furlan strokes his cheek. "Lay down on your side? I'll do it properly this time if you want."

His eyes crack open. "So you do have another in you."

The side of Furlan's mouth quirks as his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.

Levi shares the same look for just a moment before rolling on his side, leaving as much space for Furlan on the towel as possible in its wrinkled, soiled state.

When he raises his leg, he winces in disgust as the shift makes more ooze out of him.

"Don't overdo it if you can't handle something," Levi reminds him. "Your dick is probably raw."

A soft kiss is pressed to his nape. "I think I can handle you."

"You think?"

"Gonna do it now."

"Hm." Levi curves his back and forces his limbs to relax. He knows what to do.

Furlan touches his hip. Levi's heart skips a beat as the soft tip pushes past his rim like it's nothing. Furlan takes his time, still determined to be careful even though he's barely hard and it's plenty wet. The slight stretch seeps the tension from Levi's bones.

Furlan sighs wetly. They both feel him throb. Getting hard won't take long, but Levi relishes this quiet, intimate moment, simply being connected. They're spooning, as if this was some ordinary night. Before Furlan, he'd think this would be pointless.

Levi nibbles on his raw lip—already tender from that exact thing—to stay quiet. Furlan's heavy breaths wash over his shoulder.

Levi links their fingers, and hums faintly as things start to shift. He's forced to adjust as Furlan is getting harder. Anticipation and excitement roils around in his chest, feeling it twitch, and begin to swell.

"How does it feel?" Furlan whispers. Levi feels his tongue, then his teeth against his tender neck.

He's gripped by a shiver. Always his neck. "Good. Ah..." He reaches back and buries his fingers in Furlan's hair. "Getting harder..."

Furlan's voice shakes as he utters even quieter, "You take it so well."

The praise washes over Levi like a wave. He lets it with a barely-restrained whine. Take it so well.

Their breathing is heavier. Laying on his thigh, Levi watches as it twitches, straining, even.

"More," Levi whispers, not knowing what he's asking for.

"M... More what?"

"Hah... How's it feel?"

"You? Soft, and warm. And so tight. You feel so fucking good. I could fucking live inside you, Levi," Furlan moans. His hips barely rock as he guides their hands down, around Levi's base, pumping slowly, together. "You get tighter when I talk..."

His voice is raspy, but needy all the same. Levi wants more of that voice.

"Shut up," Levi mewls. His hips twitch, rocking on Furlan's cock and their fists at the same time. He tries to be silent by locking his throat, but Furlan is fucking him now, and he won't stop talking.

"I wonder what it'll feel like..." He sighs shakily. "Making you come. Feeling you come. I could barely fuck you with my fingers earlier."

"Fuck."

"Good?"

"Yeah."

Furlan pace is steady now, light, but deep. It gives Levi delightful chills every time Furlan's balls gently slap, and faintly squelch. It's like this is... not even for anything. No end in mind. It's like...

Levi squeezes his hand tight, swallowing heavily, and melts into Furlan's hold. "It feels good, sweetheart."

"Yeah?" he whimpers. "For me, too... Half the time I can't even hold you still. But I like it when you lose control like that. You deserve... deserve to come that hard."

"M-Mm..."

Levi forgets what he said about wanting him to shut up. He almost wants to believe him. His voice is addicting. Low, hitched but smooth, like the barely-concealed eagerness in their fists. Words spill from Furlan like he believes what he's saying with just enough uncertainty of how Levi will react. Maybe Levi likes proving him wrong. Maybe the praise is doing it for him.

Levi bites his lip hard as their sweaty temples press together. It still embarrasses him to make requests. "Harder..."

"Bend your knee more, and... Yeah. Good. Good, baby."

"Fuck me," Levi moans. His head falls back against Furlan's shoulder. "Fuck me. Plea—Fuck me."

"I am. I'm taking care of you."

Furlan hammers in more firmly, but without his thrusts getting shallow. When he pushes back in, Levi gets to feel all of it. Filling him over and over. As the speed grows, Levi's gasps do too. Their laziness from earlier has worn away to—

Levi jerks. His hand freezes on his cock, a moan pouring out of him. "There. Shit, yeah, there—"

His hold on Furlan's hand tightens as his head falls back, quivering.

Too much. Need more.

"Fucking—right there?" Furlan grunts. His fist briefly disappears and picks up Levi's thigh, steadying him. "Right there, baby?"

He shudders, groaning tight and strained. "Yeah. Keep going."

Furlan grunts. Harder. Levi's fist pumps faster. He's pinning him open like he did earlier, and every last inch he feels slamming into that spot quickly makes him lose his mind.

"Getting so tight... That's it. You're perfect."

Levi hears himself make a noise he's never heard out of himself. He didn't think his voice could get so whiny. His fingers are nothing compared to this.

His cheeks feel hot as his mind, the noises hitting his ear, and, and the constant wet slapping get away from him, leaving this pleasure in his blood, building, building. "Furlan... Furlan, 'm getting close."

Furlan breathes heavy and shudders with him. "Lev'. Please. Please."

Then Furlan's fist reappears, quickly catching up with Levi's quick pace. He hears himself make another noise he didn't think possible and grinds his teeth, trying to stay still while the trembling grows, his gasps, the explosive heat. His peak is right there.

Furlan moans so sweetly, dripping with need. "Are you coming, baby?"

Levi comes. Every muscle goes rigid, and then he's dissolving into shakes as the loudest and most shameless noise he's ever made falls out of his gaping mouth. Even the squealing mattress isn't as loud.

He hears Furlan's gasp in his ear, "Fucking good boy."

"Fuck!" he wails, his hips jumping into their fists as he spills all over himself.

This is the most intense thing he's ever felt.

It feels like that first wave, the one that shatters lasts forever with Furlan's unrelenting fucking. Levi's eyes roll back, unable to smother himself or stop his jerky thrashing. Furlan has to pin him back again.

He's clenching so tight he's fucking whimpering by the time he can even remotely make out what filth Furlan's speaking in his ear. He shouts when his hips freeze, and Furlan comes right after, moaning Levi's name. The sound echoes around his mind.

Levi shakes. His toes curl as wet heat explodes inside him for the second time. He can't tell if he's still coming, or if he's overstimulated and going crazy from it.

It throbs weakly the last time, a few more pathetic drops oozing from Levi's tip before it's over, and they both drop back down.

That wonderfully drained feeling settles in Levi's blood. He straightens his leg, stunned he has so little strength to lift it. It's nice. The only thing stopping him from dozing off is the swamp that is the sheets, and the sticky mess they've made of each other... and his instincts telling him that relaxed is a dangerous feeling.

They catch their breath back slowly. It takes Levi longer. That feeling, the one that makes him feel he's made of glass, reappears in his throat. He swallows to dissolve it.

He pushes his bangs, pasted to his forehead, off his wet eyes, and feels Furlan's lips in his hair. The next moment, his soft dick slips out of him. The emptiness now leaves him with a deep, burning satisfaction instead of any longing.

"You okay?"

Levi sniffles. "Sticky." He wrinkles his nose, and eyes the towel, which has been crinkled and shoved, laying precariously over the edge of the bed. So much for that.

"Wait." Furlan reaches over, and takes his cheek. It sounds brittle. "You sure?"

Levi avoids it, even more disgusted with his own naked vulnerability. He's getting emotional again. "Yes. I promised, remember? Like you said... it was good."

"...'kay." He relaxes.

Levi squirms, then. "My ass feels weird."

"...Bad weird or good weird?"

"How am I supposed to know...? Feels like someone fucked me just now... So I'm pretty sure that's nothing to worry about."

Furlan's smile kisses his shoulder, but he doesn't truly relax again.

"You good?" Levi murmurs.

"Yeah. I mean. Yes."

Levi feels another conundrum coming on. It feels like he could melt back into Furlan. Their first time, they laid together for ages, but that was the first time. If they do it quick, they usually separate to clean up within a minute.

And back then, clients were gone in under that. Never spoke.

Furlan lays his arm over him, his chest, away from most of the mess, and nudges his leg between Levi's. They're cuddling. This is the way they sleep sometimes. If a little tighter than that.

"Seriously though... Um."

"Should I get up?" Levi asks quietly, brows drawn.

His hold slackens. "If you want to... You can."

That answer sounds a little too distant for their proximity, so Levi backs into him even closer, and pulls Furlan's arm back in place. "You're saying that that's not what I'm supposed to do."

"Wanting to—"

"Getting up. Leaving."

"Oh," he says quietly. "No."

Levi silently sighs in relief. "If you say so."

"Tell me something. That was a lot, and I'd just... you know, if it was good for you like it was me."

He wants to ask if Furlan noticed how hard he came just now, but he turns his head instead, frowning, and kisses him. Soft, once. Twice. He searches his tired blue eyes. "Look. Of all things to feel insecure about, that's not one. What do you have to worry about, about me leaving?"

Furlan's eyes dart away at the question. "I don't..." His brows scrunch. "Well, I like you. And you're kind of all I got now. And... shit, I don't really know."

Levi lets another beat of silence pass. Taking the edge of the towel, he wipes his navel and thighs, enough to hold him over for now, and turns over to properly give Furlan his attention. He still feels a little overwhelmed, but it's better when Furlan immediately welcomes him into his arms. If certainty is what Furlan wants, Levi will give the best he can.

"It didn't hurt. It was good. I'd do it again... along with all that shit you said."

Furlan blushes scarlet. He smiles weakly. "Don't make fun of me for saying it, and I won't make fun of the way you reacted."

His eyes roll. "...Right... You got nothing to worry about, unless I have something I need to do different next time."

"No, no." He tightens the embrace. "It was really good. And thanks for that."

Levi relaxes more. It takes him a little longer to nod. He's not in the mood for more discussion or repeating himself, unless it involves a bath, so he lets himself be held.

"...So we can just..."

"Not state the obvious."

"Bath in a bit."

Levi exhales, a little chuckle, and melts into his arms. "Good answer."

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

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Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

[ladythornofrivia]

my heavenly salvation

Pair: Levi x Reader

Warnings: This series is going to be contain with fluff. Too much fluff. And smut. With mentions of discomfort, but with hope and comfort. Inspired by the Titanic movie. MDNI, NSFW

A/N: Hello. I hope you’re doing okay today. Don’t worry, I’m still writing this series—representing Levi Ackerman. And I hope you don’t mind a long chapter. The chapter title of David and Goliath is somewhat a parallel to Levi = David, and Zeke = Goliath. The thing is, Levi defeated Zeke so many times, and he’s popular among ladies ;). And somehow the chapter title came to me when I was having a hard time on what to name the new chapter, so I apologize for taking so long.

(Please report if anyone decides to steal/plagiarize my work and notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter IV

David and Goliath

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The rage thunder and swashing sea goes on.

Inside the Goliath ship was still hell on earth—boiling heat like a golden desert.

Levi Ackerman felt like he was going to catch a cold, so he quickly exited without giving you so much of a goodbye, but an assurance of seeing you again. Levi never, not once, nor indirectly, breaks promises. Promises are meant to be kept.

Ironically, Levi felt safe inside. His cold hasn’t materialized; the humidity in the rocking ship has made him well. Shaking it off, Levi strolled down the gold and beige marble walls. The agility in his footsteps were very light. Composed and sophisticated, and somehow intimidating. His footsteps are light that are goes unnoticed by rich folks.

Someone whistled behind him. “And here I thought you’re just a stone-cold man,” a voice said behind Levi.

He turned and saw his friend, Furlan Church, with his blondish hair color and sprightly looking face Levi never forgets. After their first mission together in Paradis, Furlan decided to work inside the Walls, preferably paperwork. Isabel, on the other hand, she insisted on being the healer to the Scout Regiment. They survived from the abnormal Titan.

Levi gave a usual deadpan look in his eyes. He’d be sure he’d lost Furlan, but luckily, Furlan decided to back out and work elsewhere in the unit at Scout Regiment. Farlan’s abilities are too novice apart from Levi’s masterful skill, despite being thieves. With a small grin plastered on Levi’s sickly face, he approached Farlan with ease.

“Getting bored in the Goliath?” he replied.

“No,” Furlan said, smirking. “I’m just making sure I’m here at the right place at a right time.”

Levi leaned against the pillar. “For what? Did you steal someone’s money again?”

“No, but I caught an interesting view of you and a lovely lady over by the ship railing,” Furlan said with brows wiggling.

Levi scoffed as he shoved Farlan lightly back. “Fuck off.”

“So who’s the lucky lady?”

Levi looked behind at the empty halls, recalling back to your first meet. “She’s…she’s…”

Furlan anticipated in a way Levi couldn’t stand. “She’s…?”

Levi sighed, shutting his eyes. “She’s…in the verge of needing assistance.”

Furlan’s brows raised. “No…”

Levi said nothing.

“Right in the middle of thunder and rainfall?”

Levi said nothing again.

“I see…Well, you certainly help the girl with your persuasive skills,” Furlan said, wiggling his brows.

Levi shrugged.

“Perhaps you’ll do other ways of persuasion,” Furlan continued.

Levi separated himself from the pillar and this time, he gazed at Furlan with a far and forlorn look in his greyish-blue eyes. “No one was helping her.”

Furlan shrugged. “I can see that. Still, we’ve trespass the first-class territory.”

“Blending in like one is already a pain,” Levi added. “Then again, this is how we usually do in order to get food and shelter underground.”

Furlan cackled, smacking at the back of Levi’s shoulder. “Damn, right! But then…”

Levi’s brow flicked. “Then, what?”

Furlan swallowed. “You’re going to see her again, aren’t you? A lovely lady like her can’t stay around forever. I aimed that rich man’s leg for you to slip and hit Zeke’s leg.”

Grimaced, Levi shrugged it off, as if the news didn’t affect him. During the moment of thunder and sea, he knew his world would soon divulge with yours, divulge in secrets you both never tell, or collided into two paths altogether that never meant to be as a good one. Regardless, Levi will continue on seeing you. But dealing with the Yeager brothers was too much for him to bear. Though it doesn’t mean he’ll stop from gaining interactions with you.

He will see you again, as he promised. He doesn’t like breaking promises, especially those around him.

“Better save your lady again before His Majesty sweeps her up,” Furlan advised with a grim look in his eyes.

Only Levi acknowledged it. “Fine, but find out regarding the Yeager brothers, especially that older woman who was with Miss O’Connell—her mother. I was with that brat during the invasion in Marley—we resided at the O’Connell estate. The last time I saw Mr. O’Connell, he was healthy.”

“Have you met the young lady you rescued with your knight in shining armor attire?”

Levi shook his head. “Never. Her father did mention a few times, but the mother insisted on not to bring up (y/n)’s name,” he answered.

“Why? She’s their prestigious daughter.”

“To her mother, (y/n)’s nothing but a porcelain doll and a seed maker into her belly.”

“If only the Titans exist again,” Furlan commented.

“Find out for me.”

“Will do, boss,” Furlan complied.

Then they parted in separate ways.

~~~

Raindrops dripped at the marbled floor when you stride into the staircase. Carefully, your shoes clicked upon the steps as your hand held onto the railing. It was quite easy once you got the hang of things. Normally, anyone without someone supervising you, you’d end up getting scolded. Thus, hating yourself. Hence why you made consequential choices that don’t matter anymore. You’re not immortal, so why waste on perfecting your life story?

As soon as you took the last step above the staircase, you immediately fled into the hall without so much of a packed crowd. You prayed your mother won’t catch you and drag you by the arm clutching around the grip like a permanent pinch.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you managed to sneak past. That is until a certain hand caught you and trapped you against the wall.

Your eyes soon met Eren’s.

“What the hell is this,” you uttered, though gentle and benign.

Eren studied you closely. “You may fool my brother, but you cannot fool me. I know the eyes of a traitor when I see one.”

You choked to a nervous laughter. “We’re about to become sibling-in-laws soon,” you remarked without your eyes faltering. “I thought you’d give me a proper welcome by extending an invitation for a hug or a peck on a cheek or give an encouraging advice.”

“I’m no protector. I’m just a machine, designed to kill and coerced others to do the bidding of my masterful work.”

Tears prickled at the inner corners of your eyes. “Then kill me.”

His gaze hardened. “No, you’re about to become the next queen of the Fritz line,” Eren replied coldly. “Do as what Zeke asked of you to do. Otherwise, you’ll lose your privileges and privacy permanently. Do I make myself clear, Marleyan?”

Your eyes went foggy with hot tears. Though, through sheer luck, you managed to pull a sweet smile. “Whatever you say…Eren.”

Within two minutes, Eren stared before retrieving himself away for inches of space. “Obey him, and be silent. No harm will come to you if you smile a lot more everyday, even through pain and suffering, you must laugh. Whatever Zeke’s feeling, stay silent and be a good useful woman to his desires.” Then disappeared from her sight, leaving her breathless and speechless with tears shedding against the drenched rain on your face.

~~~

The music box chimed her quiet room after her servant and friend, Prudence, cleaned up your suite room. Another cage you’re trapped in. If only your father gave you an advice on how to deal with your mother and Zeke.

Music soothed you aside from drinking tea with milk or any beverage that suits to your necessity. Outside looking in, everything is perfect. But inside looking in, everything was a horrid as a rotten corpse hanging in between closet. There was never a dull moment for the rich, except it is dull, for those who aren’t in the same category as you. How typical it must be when your mother decided to praise Zeke through. But constantly clenches her teeth every time she speaks to you. Clench teeth and wide threatening eyes and a harsh tone underneath an old widow’s smile.

You just want to be at the railing again. But seeing upon the result of Levi rescuing you, your life gave you a second chance to reclaim what’s right for you. Almost as if a living spirit guided you back to the light once more.

A booming knock came.

Poking out from the doorway, Zeke greeted you with a bright smile. “There’s my little starlight.”

Your stomach nearly lurched at the chosen nickname.

“I thought I heard a lullaby,” Zeke said.

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” you said, bowing while sitting in place with a mirror in front of you, viewing him at the reflection in a span of seconds instead of turning around.

“Now, now, there’s no need to be so formal,” he said, closing the door. “We’re soon-to-be wedded couple, and as couple, I’d like to state my apologies for not attending to you. As a king, I need to tend to my people first. Even the Goliath itself. We can’t make mistakes on moving past the glaciers at this night.”

Though he’s speaking, your mind wandered off to an important event that made you feel alive again, as Zeke continued his discussion regarding to the issues they relay against you, you wanted nothing more but to jump off the ship. But with Levi’s immaculate timing and persuasion. It took a while, but Levi managed to pull you back up when everyone kept pushing you down like a beaten animal. Whenever you refused to do their bidding or work, your mother and others would try their ways to sabotage the life you’re trying to built—even your self-esteem, telling you with their statements by calling you an Eldian restorationist, or a Paradis Devil, each time you convey and projected your individuality and feelings and ideals, none took it seriously, and if they do, they would say it in a sincere way, but added a statement simply following by: “I’m just joking; I never took you seriously. I was only being sarcastic so that you could shut your mouth.”

Even if you chose not to speak—out of sight, out of mind—they demanded answer from you with fury and pettiness.

“Are you listening, (y/n)?” Zeke’s voice deafeaned.

Snapping out of trance, your cold began to itch in your throat and nose, letting out a guttural cough.

Zeke made no reaction when you got caught with a hefty flu. He stood and watch as you grabbed the steaming tea cup beside you. Hastily, you swallowed the black tea and consumed the pastries left by Prudence. Prudence saw you at a tragic state, so she provided you with heat by the fireplace and warmth clothing—a better robe and slippers. You hair all drenched but pampered up in a towel. It nearly took ages for your soaked hair to dry up, so you stayed at the vanity set filled with mahogany and gold embroidery. Your silver hairbrush was casted aside when Zeke came to you and sat, hopped over at the corner of your vanity mirror.

“Whatever I said today, I do apologize,” Zeke resumed. “I was hoping you’d come to your senses, and maybe even more. Since I’m here, there’s no point on turning back now. Originally, you and I are supposed to be at a private dinner at the balcony, viewing the ocean after our meeting at the grand lobby. But I decided to give you this instead, if you allow me.”

You didn’t bother to glance. You’re sleepy at the moment; with your eyes withering away to sleep, you hoped to see peace, you hoped to see Levi in your dreams.

“(y/n),” Zeke demanded, slamming his flat hand against the vanity table.

Before you could snap out of trance, his hand snapped and strangled your throat in one swoop and lifted you off a couple of inches in the air.

“Zeke,” you gasped, clutching your hands onto his, gripping your neck too tightly. Veins protruded on your temple, coughing. The tea cup beside you fell on a carpet floor.

Before getting up to bed, his hand snapped onto your throat, lifting you inches off the ground. Choking, your hands instinctively clasped to Zeke’s hand from strangling you. “Zeke,” you said, chucking a little spit out from his strangle. “Zeke,” you uttered again.

“Pay attention to the words next time, so I won’t leave a scratch on you,” he warned.

“Scratch?” you uttered in disbelief. “Seems you haven’t lost your touch to war. Honestly, I should’ve expect this from a stupid monkey.”

His nails dug in deeper against your voice box. “Don’t worry, I still have the status as a Warchief. I’d do more than just strangling you. I was planning to give you a gift, but you’re so disinterested in it. And right now, you’re being insincere.”

The spit on your cough splattered his nose bridge. The Zeke you used to familiar with has glasses and a beard. Right now the Zeke presented before you is beardless and lens-free, appearing the same age as you, although the exception, he’s more beastly than his Titan form, filled with grueling and malice.

“The next time you disregard my words or disrespect your beloved mother—I’ll make sure to throw you off from Goliath and let the sea creatures feast on your lively corpse.”

The lungs in your chest blocked you, suffocating you to a point of no air, and your head feels as if it’s about to pop.

“Is that clear?” Zeke uttered in a friendly tone, making sure the people beside them through the walls won’t able to eavesdrop the conversation.

Hesitantly, you nodded, leaving Zeke loosened his grasp from your neck and dropped you on the floor without care. Without looking back, Zeke slammed the door. Your heart uneases when his footsteps went from quiet to loud, stomping.

Did Eren do something for Zeke to lash out on me?

Unknowing what the answer is, you kept yourself quiet until you fell asleep with your teary eyes.

I never wanted this.

I never wanted this, at all.

~~~

Under a golden daylight, Levi met his friend Furlan after a long breakfast. By long breakfast, it meant that the people in the third class took forever to gather their meals and beverage at the line. But he can’t complain since the days after the Rumbling, people are excited to see what’s left—mundane—in the land and sea. Everyone is convinced with Zeke’s prosperity and proposal, but what pack substance is that Levi is unconcerned and unconvinced by Zeke’s “moral” compass to humanity. Building the largest and grandest ship was nothing new but it gave new elements for the people to be distracted from. Still the raising conspiracy of suspicions lurked Levi at every corner.

Today’s breakfast, one that Levi and Furlan chose, are vastly different. While Furlan have honey-stacked pancakes with sprinkled sugar powder, thick syrup and silky sweet butter, three round patty sausages, and a cup of cold, fresh milk, Levi have the usual black tea and an apple, a small bowl of light soup of mushroom cream, and small piece of baguette for breakfast. He didn’t want anything heavy in the morning, considering how he didn’t want to have seasickness like the other passengers on board.

“Ah, that was a good breakfast,” Furlan said with a stretch, arms high above his head. “You could get anything in the ship, and you chose to have the ordinary breakfast—ones that you’ve already tried.”

“I was too damn tired from that night,” Levi said. “Goliath wasn’t tempting enough to rouse my curiosity.”

“But a certain someone did,” Furlan replied, wiggling his brows, nudging Levi by the elbow. “Say, when are you going to see her again?”

Levi shrugged. “I haven’t got a clue, but, I’ll do my damndest to find her around this stupid boat, even if it means being tossed into the ocean.”

“Ah, you can be dreamy at times,” Furlan said.

Levi smoothed the paper from eraser crumbs. “What about Isabel?”

“She’d get jealous if she finds out we’re on a grandest ship. But I think it’s a good thing she didn’t go. She’d get seasick; she wouldn’t able to eat or drink well right next to people who are seasick.”

“Believe me, with a crowd like this, there’s no way she’d survive under the constant pressure of being in a compacted room. She likes the fresh air and a wide range of space. I could say the same thing for her, as well.”

“Her?”

Levi’s back slumped and traced the line over again after messing it up for the second time. With a shaded location, he couldn’t see his mistakes in his drawing well, using a pencil stump to blend the dark etches, forming it like shadow casted on a person’s face.

“Seems like you’ve been drawing lately,” Furlan complimented.

“I have to, thanks to my personal therapist.”

“You don’t sound grateful.”

“Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Would you mind give my darling a best portrait of her? I promise I’ll pay you.”

“Since when do you have a darling?”

“Last night.”

“I don’t do negotiations,” Levi answered.

“Come on, for your long time pal.” Furlan clasped his arm around Levi’s shoulders.

“I don’t think so,” Levi declined. Before he could register a profound laughter, a shimmering violet dress had caught his eye. While everyone on the third class were in dark warm clothing, the woman who came by had a vibrancy glowing around her. In a violet dress with white bishop sleeves. On her violet dress, it’s covered with embroidered butterflies and flowers protruded from the neckline to the waist of her dress. Her hair is long and neat, unlike that night where it was disheveled and unruly. Her eyes were somewhat gloomy but hides with a twinkle each time she greets the third class passengers.

“Who’s that, darling?” the woman beside Furlan asked.

“Well, what do you know, it’s Levi’s girlfriend!” Furlan said, but got elbowed by Levi.

Your eyes darted to him. A once sullen tone shifted to a relief. You strode by over him, which he propped himself up with a cane stick and greeted you with a faint smile.

“Hello, Levi,” you said.

“H-Hi,” Levi uttered in gentle manner, which Furlan stifled a laughter.

“How was your morning?”

“Good—very good.”

“I was hoping you’d like to take a leisure stroll with me…in private.”

In a moment, Levi’s tranquil face flushed with redness, though Levi’s usual deadpan expression was still there, it’s only his eyes are in a different set of mood.

His hand extended to you. “Shall we go, Miss?”

You looked back and forth between his face then his open palm. With a smirk etched onto your sorrowful visage, you reached his palm back, entangled it, leading him upstairs at the outside air at the too deck of the Goliath ship.

~~~

Under the course of tasting the sea’s air and sunlight, needless to say, both of you are at your well-behaved manners. The etiquette of prolific society required a well-sophisticated performance—a mask beneath the real identity. None suspected of you, to which you’re glad, but you kept your head down for the most part, but with a handsome man beside you didn’t help the heat at the back underneath your fitting dress and flowing skirts and sleeves. With your long hair, you’re glad you never listen to the advice of the elderly women of what suits and doesn’t suit you. Whoever they are, they should play tea parties instead.

“It looked different compare to where I used to live,” Levi said aloud. “Whenever there’s sunlight, it’s always peaking out from the lush trees. Sometimes it never appear behind anywhere tall and humongous. Here, out on the heart of sea, it feels like the sun goes with us when sailing.”

“What do you mean, Mister Levi,” you answered, tucking your hair.

“Where I come from was different…our lives may have serve during the war, but most of us are indoor sort of way,” he clarified. “Even if we go outside, riding on our horses, taking back our lives and peace, it felt like we’re in a cage to begin with no matter how much we fought against those greedy sons of bitches.”

A giggle escaped your mouth. “I never thought of it that way since my family were always talking about how great Marley is, but all I gained was tea parties and dresses and wasteful consumptions in a duration of talk, wasteful on conversations like parties and dinner sets and dresses and secret affairs, and talking about low lives, the people who aren’t high social status. All is nothing but a bore. I just wanted something different topic to talk about. My father had the same idea, but my mom and her frivolous relatives shut us down as if we’re complete low machines to them.”

“They could talk about how great people are, but still considered as pretentious without realizing it,” he concluded.

“Exactly!” you said. “Funny they always said to me how I should serve them for the maintaining image. I’d say they’re serving themselves to serve their fragile ego, when they had nothing meaningful to say except for how much money they have. In the end, without the Titans, they still all serve for constricted peace and money. How do we live with these atrocious…things, I swear I could’ve faint at any moment, but I’m not like those oblivious, self-centered buffoons.”

Levi smirked. “You’re quite passionate since this morning.”

“The more people suffocate me, the more I became fervent of a subject, of any kind. I don’t know, everything in my life felt so small even when I gained every access. It felt like maybe I’m being an ungrateful, insincere brat.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Whatever they’re thinking or what their ideas are, they only talk out of their fragile asses. Seems like all adults are—their maturity stage are still at the infant level, no matter how much knowledge they’ve gained from the social and work protocol.”

“My family, even my mother and my relatives, they never liked work. They all love to use my father’s name as a way to enter the lavish society in order to regain their reputation back,” you said with a saddened tone. “Thanks to them, I feel tied up at the moment. My…someone threatened me that if I don’t cooperate to a certain someone’s needs, they’d throw me off the ship.”

“It’s not going to happen while I’m around. Whoever you’re referring to, that blazing flame inside you in your heart, it won’t fade.”

“Will you be here with me more often?”

“I’ll set your heart with warmth, whatever it takes for you to be free as your true self around me.”

“I can fire up my own heart, even if it means burning someone’s selfish ideology on me.”

“Then I’ll give you my matchstick, even if it’s the last one. Who is it you’re engaged to, if I may ask.”

You leaned your lips against him in between his neck and ear, taking a scent of strong, velvet cologne on him. “Zeke Yeager—the last heir to the Fritz family. I hear that Fritz family are well-protected from the likes of Ackerman family, but I don’t think the Fritz family did well, since some of them are—from what I heard—are sadistic, especially the king, King Fritz, before we’re born—I’ve always hated the stupid bastard, no matter how many times they’ve told the story.”

Each time you spoke, Levi’s skin tickled at your breath. Regardless of a thought, your words inspired him to come out of his shell little by little. It is true that Ackermans’s sole purpose is to serve the Fritz family. Knowing this, knowing you hated King Fritz and Zeke Yeager, it tells Levi what he needs to know, and containing a new limelight—the judge of character, especially towards you, he immediately saw a side of you that has been pushed down for so long. One that everyone loathes on, Levi considered you to be a fine soldier in your own ways. He could imagine of your fates are like if you’re born in Paradis instead of Marley, of meeting you during the time of Survey Corps and the missions.

As you pulled back, you searched for a nearby bench to perch on. Patting on a empty side, you beckoned Levi to sit beside you.

“If I may ask, Mister Levi, why do you have a cane with you?”

Levi glanced down at his cane. “The device that used to strap onto my leg was no good. It nearly damaged the skin and my bones, so I decided to use an alternate option. Honestly, my leg wasn’t good as before, but I’d rather have this than a device that could potentially infect my bones and skin. Does it displease you, seeing me like this?”

In quiet panic, your head motioned frantically. “Not at all, Mister Levi. It’s just that, I feel rather sorry; you’re too handsome and too good for you to use a walking stick.”

His back slouched. “Not to mention short.”

“I don’t care if you’re short; even when you’re broken on the outside, you’re too good for everybody, even for me,” you said as your hands reached its way to touch his. “Whatever happened to you, you deserve to live a good life. I can only imagine a scenario, of ways on how you got your leg at disadvantage. Shall I call a doctor to inspect you? I could try to help to maintain a good physician and a physical therapist for your leg and foot to be better.”

Levi waved it off. “No need.” Watching the brightened expression off of your face, Levi felt down. “A beautiful lady before me shouldn’t give pity to someone like me.”

“I wasn’t giving pity, I was only trying to help by suggesting on how to make your health easier.”

His eyes closed, smiling ear-to-ear, chuckling, hands grasping the cane, leaning forward.

“Is there something amusing?”

As he strained his chuckle, facing you, he said, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re adorable, as well as endearing,” he spoke. “I wonder why people are avoiding you when you’re just as exquisite and interesting.”

Staggered, you were too stunned to respond at his unfiltered words. “Mister—”

“Levi,” he advised. “Please refer to me as Levi. Mister is making me feel old.”

“You don’t look old,” you said, flustered. “You’re too handsome. I almost mistaken you for a new heir to the throne.”

Levi chuckled once more. “I’m no prince; I’m just a wandering soul who’ll live the life to the fullest.”

Hearing the rumpling paper beside him, the drawings nearly flew away. You caught them by jumping high in the air. Luckily, no one was paying attention to you.

“What are these?” you asked, flipping the pages over, you saw the pages of detailed drawings he carved and crafted with just a shade stump and a finely thin pencil he carved from a honed knife. Each page you flipped, you stared with awe. You have seen fine art throughout your whole life, from a young girl to a lady, art has been your escape, a way of coping from your mother and your relatives’s doltish and dull skills and interactions. You have seen paintings that are as winsome as a crowning sky, but seeing Levi’s artworks has been nothing but otherworldly, something you want to dive in and stay there for eternity. All the colors and shapes are immaculate, and the proportions and detailed designs on people is exquisite.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, handing it back to him. “You have keen eye when it comes to drawings and color schemes.”

Levi tucked his head. “Thank you, Miss O’Connell. It’s never meant to be for sale.”

“What is it for?”

Shamefully, Levi’s dull eyes darted to yours. “That’s something to be discussed in another time. But I’m touched on how you complimented my drawings.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“For a while, given five years or so, right after the Rumbling,” he stated. “I could draw on my left hand as well.”

You were taken aback. “Oh?”

“I can do so many things with my hands,” he whispered onto your ear.

“Like,” you coaxed, blushing again.

“Like, I can do a knife tricks, and aside from making tea, I’m also good at cleaning.”

“Cleaning,” you repeated, the back of your neck was scorching.

“Yes, I’m an expert when it comes to cleaning, especially with certain materials on one’s body. I can make it pristine and shiny again.”

Your lips quivered for a moment. “Y-Yes.”

And with that, Levi rose onto his feet, indicating for you to go alongside him. “Come, Miss O’Connell. I’d like to show you something you might be particularly interested in. Perhaps inspired along the journey, if you let me.”

“I’d be happy to,” your hand clasped around his arm, letting him lead onto a new destination. “Levi, I want you to call me (y/n). Can you call me that from now on?”

His lips pressed against your cheek. “As you wish, (y/n).”

~~~

Later that day, on the afternoon, the weather has been given time that the air has cooled off from the steaming sunrise. The rigid air pressed against your shielded skin. As of now, you hated wearing thick and full on your limbs. You wished to have an alternative look from the rigid society. You liked dresses and jewelry, in fact, you loved them, but somehow ever since Zeke came to give you a present or how Gertrude was giving you orders to be desirable, you want nothing more but to burn and sell them.

Let alone to see your mother and your useless close-minded relatives be terrorized with agony from watching you burning the prized possessions and sell them—whichever in between. Or have the Titans feast on their flesh. Either way, you wanted a new sights and experiences to see and feel, like Levi said, as a wandering soul.

Tonight was when Zeke announced of the formal dinner at the first class at the centered room. At this point you wanted to choke yourself from eating grotesque meal. Gertrude, on the other hand, kept pestering you, but you successfully ignored her. At this point on, no matter what you say or do, they’ll be offended or having a phobia of speaking or looking at you. Considering the options, if you do become as Queen, you have a power to terrorize your mother and your unintelligent relatives. But if you’re a Queen, Zeke will do nothing but to terrorize you, too, if making a wrong note.

Each time you’re dressed—primmed and proper—you wanted nothing more but to walk on the deck with Levi for eternity. Be touched and praised by him, for him to tear your thick and full dress out and underneath him is merely a pure arousing fantasy you want to escape from the society’s dark ulterior motives.

“Let’s go, (y/n),” Gertrude ordered. “Your presence must be under Zeke’s perfect plan for tonight. Everything must go well-accordingly. Make no mistake again, or I’ll have you thrown into a cage and never to be outside again until you learn what it means to be compliant and subservient.”

“You never considered anyone’s personal feelings and opinions, Mother,” you nonchalantly responded.

“I never considered you, at all,” Gertrude snapped. “Stop making these stupid statements. Stop clinging onto the idea of being independent and learn what it takes to be a suitable lady for a suitable man.”

“To hell with these people and this society,” you said under your breath. Thankfully, no one caught that. Not even Eren, who was walking beside Gertrude, who gave her a sincere grin. But when he turns to look at you, you could only remember but his warning.

I could only wish someone save me from this hellhole.

~~~

In the dining hall, the violinists strung with their bow as the pianist rapidly played the keys on the piano. Everyone was roaring with excitement as you entered into the hall alone while Gertrude was clinging onto Zeke’s arm.

You didn’t greet anyone with a full wide smile. You gave a small nod in return. Too much of yourself isn’t a good thing, in fact, be the best version that everyone wants you to be as, your mother said to you, aiming you with a smile as a warning.

Once you sat down beside Zeke, while Zeke sat at the end of the table as the main host, you, on the other hand sat on the assigned seat as a female guest of honor while Gertrude sat farther from you. Thankfully, you don’t have to deal with her shrill voice.

When Zeke stood, the violinists stopped playing, and the guests were watching him, abiding.

“Please enjoy your stay here at Goliath. We have the best meal and best drinks, so make yourselves comfortable. Eat and drink to your hearts’ content!”

The guests cheered.

It felt like you’re stuck in a loophole, constantly slamming at your face. You wanted to face the roaring thunder and raging seas again. You wanted to feel the coldest rainfall.

I wish he’s here.

After Zeke sat down, everyone feasted to their hearts’s content. Meanwhile, you’re stuck with worthless meal—filled with veggies and carrots and potato salad—no savory meat or wine glass for you to fill. Meanwhile, Eren sat beside your mother, chatting with a soft, yet firm benign tone that he could muster.

“Sweetheart,” Zeke said, clasping your shoulder. His touch raised a quiet anger in your chest. “As your future husband, I want to give this to you, only if you meet me at the balcony after our feast tonight.”

As your lips parted, another voice boomed in.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion. I hope I’m not too late at the grand feast,” a deep voice said behind you. Everyone in the grand table stopped talking and veered at the new coming guest. Beside you, your eyes veered—your sight didn’t deceive you. It was real as it gets.

Beside you, was none other than Levi Ackerman, lounging with his good leg crossed—ankle placed over to his knee at the grand table before you. Looking back to Zeke, Zeke’s twinkled eyes were now contained in an alienating state of fury. Looking back at Levi, his silver-blue eyes are composed, as if he was already friends with danger and despair.

Man to man.

No.

Man and the Titan.

“Yeager,” Levi said, glaring.

“Ackerman,” Zeke replied with venom.

Everyone whispered at Levi’s presence. And everyone exchanged their muttered words under the words: “Do they know each other? Have they met before? Are they friends?”

Everyone knew who Levi is except you. Your heart felt broken, knowing why everyone is aware of him.

But from harsh exchange looks between Levi and Zeke, it could only come to a conclusion.

Their raging war has begun.

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[kribuki]

LOOKING FOR ATTACK ON TITAN LITERATE-ADVANCE LITERATE RP PARTNERS [OCs welcomed]

Henlo! I'm Kri, in my early 20s, in the CET (GMT+1) timezone, literate to advance literate, 1500~ keystrokes, 300~ words, third person perspective, past tense, only use Discord and absolutely love to dive in details and characters' psychology. I'm an enthusiastic and hyper writer who might annoy you with headcanons, plot-relatable clips, ideas and memes so I'm not for the weak hearts (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

We might be a good match if:

You're around my age or older (20+ y.o.).

You are not looking for smut-centered roleplays. I'm okay with smut and NSFW, but when it's only that, it gets boring, honestly.

You're active: I'd appreciate if you can at least send a couple replies every week. Of course, I completely understand if you'll be busy, just tell me in advance. I'll do the same.

You're literate to advanced literate, meaning that you can give me a good amount of text like two+ paragraphs. Though, quantity isn't everything. I prefer quality and if you give me details, psychology, description and all the good stuff, we're gonna be besties.

You can write multiple characters and multiple couples: my style of writing evolves around many characters, since it's a nice way to insert drama and chaos. I'd love if we could write more than one couple. It can be considered as doubling, but maybe it's closer to mumu, since I prefer the ships to be written in the same story rather than having a complete different rp.

You like to mix different genres: romance is a must for me; it will always be there either as the main plot or subplot, but I also love to include many other genres, such as action, thriller, psychological, drama, fluff, angst, gore, fantasy, even comedy.

You're okay with mature and dark themes (dead dove: do not eat): I'm not going to write sugar coated stories, I like to write and explore many themes and they include possibly disturbing ones. I don't want to traumatize anyone, so, if you want to write with me, be prepared. I do not have triggers, although my only objections are adult x minor ships and incest. You may talk with me about your triggers and I'll gladly respect them.

You are open to both canonverse and AUs: I personally prefer AUs (alternative universes), since I believe they allow more freedom and creativity. Examples could be medieval, royalty, knights, monsters, ghosts, gangsters, professional hitmen, mafia, car racers.

You'll match my energy and don't mind OOC (out of character) chatting: like I said earlier, I get very excited and will most likely send you random stuff related to the story for fun, and I love it when people can match my energy and spam me with content. It helps me keep my interest up and also gets me emotionally attached to our story. Moreover, I would really appreciate if you could be honest with me. I wish for both of us to enjoy the story we are writing so if you lost interest, if you want to change/drop it, please let me know instead of ghosting me.

Ships I'm interested writing

Only MxF ships. In bold are the characters I'll write. If both are in bold, it means I can write either of them. ♡ = prefered

Ships I'm looking for:

Pieck x Jean Kirstein

Pieck x male Hange/Hanji

♡ Nanaba x Mike/Miche Zacharius

f!OC x Levi Ackerman

f!OC x Jean

♡ f!OC x Mike/Miche Zacharias

♡ f!OC x Furlan Church

Ships I can write:

Erwin Smith x f!OC

Kenny Ackerman x f!OC

Zeke Yeager x Pieck / f!OC

Eren Yeager x Mikasa / f!OC

Mikasa x Jean

Reiner x Historia / Annie / f!OC

Bertholdt x Annie / f!OC

Porco Galliard x Pieck / f!OC

Nile Dock x Marie / f!OC

Petra x Oruo

Eld Gin × f!OC

Please keep in mind I do want one of my main characters to be a female. My other characters can be of any gender. I'm open to any ship if you want to write an OC. Those listed are the ones I'm most confident writing, but you can always ask. I'll put the same effort in all the ships and couples, unless we decide otherwise, and I'm not going to cast anyone or any ship aside because I love including many characters and see different dynamics.

Ok, I'll stop here and thank you for reading through this long post! If you're interested feel free to dm me, if you've got any questions I'll gladly enlight you. I look forward to meet you! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[starlit-scarlet]

Smut

Rating: Explicit/NSFW/18+ Only

A Night to Remember: Levi X Fem Reader X Furlan

A threesome between Levi, Reader, and Furlan, set the night before the expedition from the No Regrets era.

Denial: Levi X Fem Reader

Wherein Reader is a little shit to Levi and enjoys denying and edging him.

Reflection: Levi X Fem Reader

Levi & Reader get it on in front of the mirror in their living room.

A Glimpse: Levi X OC/Isa X Fem Reader

A shameless threesome between Levi, Isa (my original character from Of Sins and Devils) and Reader.

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[koulakoukoula2003]

Levi's sweet tongue delves right into the warmth of your mouth and your pussy clenches so hard around Erwin's cock, he grunts from behind you against your ear.

"You're squeezing me so hard, sweetheart," Erwin grunts against your ear, his one arm around you tightening. "You like this, don't you? Being used by the three of us like a good slut,"

Furlan's successive slaps against your poor clit has your body spasming and you're mewling against Levi's lips. Erwin isn't even fucking you at this point. He's only buried so very deep inside of you but the stimulation on your already sore nub and Erwin's fat tip pressing over your farthest end, has you hanging from the thinnest edge.

"F- Fuck-! P- Please I- I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum again, ah-" You're practically screaming at this point. Body arches against Erwin's chest and your warm hole convulses around his thick girth and Furlan doesn't stop slapping and rubbing your poor clit.

"Come for us, y/n..." Furlan takes one of your nipples in his mouth while Levi marks your neck "...cum like a good girl,"

Your vision almost blacks out as the coil beneath your stomach snaps like a dam and before you even have the chance to come down your high, Erwin grabs you and begins thrusting. You scream at the overstimulation, but he feels so good, so deep, you swear you're about to pass out when he knocks another orgasm out of you and he empties a load of thick warm cum against your thighs.

You're panting hard, limp on top of Erwin's body as he eyes the others. "Who's next?"

O-older brothers best friend group consisting of Levi Erwin and Farlan...luring you into a 4way.....goodbye............

[kouomi]

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[kingdomfic]

Chapters: 17/31
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager, mentioned Oluo Bozado/Petra Ral, Furlan Church & Isabel Magnolia
Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, 104th Training Corps, Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Kenny Ackerman, Grisha Yeager, Carla Yeager, Oluo Bozado, Petra Ral, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Mike Zacharias, Isabel Magnolia, Farlan Church, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: vampire!levi, Human!Eren, Eventual Smut, Eventual Levi/Eren Jaeger - Freeform, Top!Levi, bottom!Eren, Survey Corps are Vampire Hunters, Blood and Gore, Graphic Description of Corpses, Murdering Vampires, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Levi, Eren Has Nothing To Do with A/B/O, Depression, Self-harming, May be triggering for some, riren - Freeform, non-binary Hanji Zoe, scenes from canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Good Ol’ Hanji, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin) Being An Asshole, Levi Has An Obsession With Tea, Levi Ships Olou/Petra, Psychic Bond, Sawny and Bean, Murder for the sake of science, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Levi Craves Eren’s Blood, Out of Character, Original Female Character - Freeform, Dream Manipulation
Summary: “I was just a regular university student with an ordinary life. How did I end up being in a corporation that hunts vampires and under the guardianship of one?”  Eren Jaeger never imagined that vampires were real. When he goes to his dream collage in a different country he is attacked by an inhuman creature and rescued by another inhuman creature. Eren is forced into the world of the Survey Corps, led by Erwin Smith and placed under the care of Levi Ackerman, the very person who saved him. However Levi has more to him then meets the eye. Vampire!Levi x Human!Eren My comment: good start and plot. The author is in process to rewrite it. Maybe a lil bit gonna be Slow relationship progress

[youre-ackermine]

***Please read this it's so precious***

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Strange and Unfamiliar (But Not Unwelcome)

summary: Tensions and insecurities rise to a boiling point, and true feelings come to the light. Levi and Furlan, two people who could never trust anyone, experience that and more for the first time.

wc: 7.8k

content/warnings: loss of virginity, first kiss (first everything), getting together, pre-canonverse, very minor injury, so fucking soft, miscommunication, yelling for like a minute, heavy petting, handjob, first orgasm (Levi-receiving), multiple orgasms

a/n: you know that trope where 2 characters that should just get together already are yelling at each other because of a miscommunication and one just comes out and screams BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!! that's basically this. PS: in case someone's curious, both levi and furlan are adults in this.

He isn’t clingy, and he isn’t Furlan’s fucking wife, but Levi would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous right now.

Levi needs his guys to follow his directions, and second to that, he needs his routine. So then, why is one of his most important guys not at the hideout when he gets back?—Furlan doesn't pull stupid stunts like this.

He’s pacing, but he only got in the door recently enough to put up his cloak and change clothes—but he put his boots back on—after going all over the closest districts in search of this stupid asshole. The only things Levi knows for sure are the hideout isn't clean like Furlan was supposed to make it, and the payment from some constituents in the lower, shittier districts was done when he got there. No one could've gotten away with doing that besides Furlan or Levi himself.

Thing is, this disobedience isn't unheard of, not lately. He has no clue what's gotten into him, but from now on Levi isn't going to let him handle it by himself. If he's still alive.

A dull ache permeates his jaw from the way he’s been grinding it. He spends one more moment in this hollow silence before he decides he can’t take another, and marches towards his cloak hanging up by the door.

The lock’s tumblers are heard rolling over before it opens. Levi almost instinctively knocks Furlan back, as his hood is pulled all the way over his forehead, and he can’t see his face. Levi recognizes Furlan’s floppy blond bangs.

"The fuck?"

As Furlan shuffles past, Levi plants his hand on the door and slams it shut with more force than necessary. The hinges shake, then are still.

Head still bent, Furlan keeps walking.

“Hey!” Levi catches him easily and spins him around. “What am I, invisible? Where the fuck were—”

Levi blinks. His expression darkens. “What the hell happened.”

A stormy bruise takes up the better portion of Furlan’s cheek. He curses bitterly and pulls away, yanking his hood down now that the jig is clearly up. “I was being useful.”

“Huh? You call skipping out on your job useful?” he retorts. Furlan is hanging his cloak up, and Levi stands at his back. “You were supposed to be cleaning today. Instead I go out to do my job, and go on a wild goose chase looking for your sorry ass.”

Levi is so angry he can barely contain himself. He wants to punch something. “And so what, you did it on your own and got jumped, right? Fucking idiot, going off on your own…”

Furlan whirls around and explodes. “I’m not helpless, Levi! I could do it! I did it! I don’t need you breathing down my neck!”

“Tch!” He shoves Furlan back with a palm to his chest, square against the wall, leaving no room for comfort. “That’s exactly what I do.”

An apparent impasse. Neither speak, but Furlan’s red in the face and breathing hard. This isn’t over.

Levi lets the moment drag. Any moment—and they both know it—Levi can tear Furlan to the floor by the front of his shirt. Levi lets it drag, to make it seem like he’s really considering it.

“Stay here. You think real carefully if you wanna disobey this order or not.”

“Levi…”

Levi backs off, and marches to the hallway bathroom, but continues to make himself heard. Maybe someone out on the street will hear, too. “Would you rather I be breathing down your neck, or a whole gang of guys who still want you dead? I’m takin’ care of that. So my bad for giving you a simple task you could do on our turf!”

Furlan makes an exasperated sound. “I just wanted—”

“To be useful.” Levi reappears with a damp cloth. “I heard you the first time. Were you? Did you lose all the money?”

“No, I didn’t, you asshole!” He backsteps and yanks a few wads of notes from the pocket of his cloak. “I just wanted to take care of something important, something you hate doing. I did you a favor!”

Levi approaches, staring darkly. “Cleaning is important.”

“Right,” Furlan laughs bitterly. “So why is it my job all the time? Why not yours?—You always say you can do it bett—”

“Because you’re reliable!” Levi interrupts loudly. But it rings a little hollow.

Levi’s squeezing his hands into fists, causing droplets off the rag to drip. It doesn’t cross his conscious mind. “‘Cause you’re good at it.”

Furlan scoffs with that same bitterness. This time, he doesn’t yell. “Good at it—I see. So that’s what I’m good for.”

“Shut the hell up.” Levi seizes his shoulder, and with a startling amount of care, presses the rag to that ugly bruise. But he holds firmly.

“Levi, it’s a bruise.”

“I guarantee whoever hit you didn’t wash their hands before they swung.”

Furlan trembles, Levi thinks with outrage. At first he holds still, thinking hard about something, then rips away and yells, “Stop making excuses! Look at you!—Why are you doing this?”

“Because—” Levi covers his lack of an excuse with a scoff. “You‘re dirty.”

Furlan deadpans. “I said stop making excuses. You’d give me an actual job if you thought I could do it! Instead you’re here treating me like I’m made of glass. Like I-I’m—I’m fucking a burden to you!

“I mean, I get it, Levi. You don’t have to pretend, and it, that’s an insult, because you’re not the type of guy to lie to make someone feel better.”

Furlan gestures as he rants, turning redder by the moment. It looks more and more out of place with the bruise, which is seemingly all Levi can focus on as those ridiculous claims fall out of Furlan’s mouth.

“What?” He’s genuinely too stunned to be angry.

Like he’s made of glass? Fucking, glass, and pretending? A burden? This is the first Levi’s heard that he’s been lying to Furlan.

A burden?

“I’m a weak link, that’s obvious now. I didn’t think you let me in with you to be nice—you had to have some kind of plan in mind.

“Yet you keep me around, you make me go buy food or sewing supplies, and the hits I do make, you’re always there. You don’t even make me pay you for—”

“Money’s a waste,” Levi interrupts hotly. “Since you ruined your old life because of me, I’m not leaving you out to dry.”

“Tell me…” Furlan breathes. His eyes shine, like pale diamonds. “What do you care? I’m nobody. I don’t get it.”

He’s right. He’s right, and Levi doesn’t have an excuse for the guy in front of him who’s not an acquaintance or hesitant ally, not a subordinate and especially not a damn burden. Friend doesn’t even fit it.

So what is it?—That Furlan’s brains outweigh his strength, and he’s actually not a burden? That’s all true, but Levi feels, in a strange instinctive way that it’s not just that. Levi’s hired plenty of smart people who can’t fight (and then again, Furlan can).

It’s just that he has enemies, has had them since his gang turned on him before he could blink for going on chasing after Levi.

Part of it. Was pity. At first, he admits. No one else has the power to keep all those guys at bay except Levi.

But then, Levi had never protected someone before. He has an enormous well of strength to his disposal, but he’d never been given a reason to use it while it didn’t benefit himself. He’d never gotten to protect someone he wanted to protect and actually succeed.

But Levi isn’t that selfish. I don’t take care of burdens, he might say. And as soon as he thinks it, he realizes, that… he doesn’t take care of people. At least, he doesn’t come at them with a wash rag when they get a bruise. He doesn’t make sure they’re eating right, or for that matter he doesn’t rely on anyone to be home at a certain time. Or home at all. Home…

These thoughts confuse, and then scare him. He doesn’t see Furlan like he has anyone else as long as he’s lived. He has no idea how to proceed.

“Levi,” Furlan says. It’s a tone of giving up. “I know you’re not a feely guy, I’d just, if you had some plan for me, or if I made you realize that just now somehow—”

It bursts out of him. Loudly and too harsh. “You’re not a damn burden!”

Furlan stares back, almost nakedly confused, or hurt, or Levi thinks vulnerable. He might also look that way.

And he can’t stand it. For some reason he doesn’t like that look.

Levi is in front of him in a few even strides, and glares up at him. “You’re a shitty idiot, and a fool. You’re not, alright? You’re completely wrong for a guy who knows what he’s talking about most the time.”

But that still doesn’t sound like enough. Levi searches for some explanation about “home” to dismiss him with, or Furlan getting hurt, or why he cares so much, but there’s nothing.

Levi deflates. “Look… You’re not to me. Alright?”

Furlan, his shoulders square and stiff, blinks widely at him. Their height difference isn’t huge—Levi comes up to about his chin—and he realizes just now that he’s close enough to hear it when Furlan swallows.

“Completely wrong, then?” he whispers.

Levi finds himself frozen. It’s the dawning understanding in his blue eyes. He wants to know what Furlan’s thinking. So then maybe Levi could understand it himself.

“Don’t hit me for this,” Furlan blurts out. He reluctantly raises his hand, and lays his hand on Levi’s shoulder.

Like an idiot, Levi looks at it like he has no idea what it is. Contact at all is at once strange and unfamiliar, but not unwelcome by Furlan. His stomach turns weightless.

“I’m not like that,” Levi says. “I’d warn you before I do that. If you just want to. Do that.”

“Oh.”

Levi’s surprised and not at the same time as his palm slides up, catching on Levi’s collar before touching his cheek. Bordering on hovering. It’s a little sweaty, he registers, altogether warm and feels like it fits. A good fit.

Levi’s heart gallops in his ears. His face is hot, and his head is light. He inhales sharply as Furlan’s thumb strokes his high cheekbone. Delicate in a way, but can cut like a knife.

“Levi?”

“What?” he croaks.

“Could I kiss you?” Furlan blurts out for the second time. His lips flap uselessly for something else to say, but Levi doesn’t need convincing or an explanation as shitty as his own a minute ago and lifts his chin. He waits. He doesn’t know how to kiss. He’s never kissed. He’ll embarrass himself. Or worse.

Furlan makes a sputtering-gasping noise, and then he’s coming closer and closer and Levi feels a pair of lips on top of his own.

Warm, warm and soft he registers quickly. Furlan’s lips feel as plump as they always looked. And those are Furlan’s swift breaths puffing against his face. Furlan’s palm is much more warmer, pressed to his cheek, and somewhat rough. It’s overwhelming, completely. Levi’s slides down Furlan’s jaw to the side of his neck and doesn’t move.

His mind spins around like a top as he tries to grasp that this is really happening. He’s never kissed someone… He doesn’t like the insane feeling like his heart wants to burst out of his chest, but he likes kissing Furlan.

Is this kissing? Neither of them are moving. Levi’s an amateur at this sort of thing, but he knows lips are supposed to move.

His brow pinched, Levi raises his hand to Furlan’s jaw and begins by moving slightly. Feeling it out. Hearing as Furlan shudders out an anxious breath. It feels sort of like kissing a sleeping person for a moment longer, but then, he reciprocates.

They’re kissing.

That dazed excitement-feeling explodes in Levi’s stomach at the sound of a small wet smack. Levi again doesn’t know if that’s supposed to excite him so much, but this sort of excitement fuels fear, and so he pulls away. That, and to perhaps get Furlan’s confirmation that this is still happening.

They seem shinier now, his lips, in contrast to Furlan’s bright blush and his pale eyes. Levi stares. A second ago, they were kissing.

“You like people like me?” Furlan asks.

A question like that coming so suddenly stumps Levi for a moment. Furlan is still touching his round cheek, Levi his neck. A minute ago, they were kissing.

“A-Are we… that different?”

“I meant men,” Furlan chuckles uneasily. “Sure you didn’t hit me… or warn you’d hit me, but I, I guess wanted to make sure.”

A confused stare as Levi thinks on it. He comes up with nothing again, and drops his gaze back down to his lips, flickering between them and somewhere beside him.

“Just you so far.”

“Oh.” Furlan sounds caught off-guard, but pleased. “Was that your first kiss?”

Levi’s hand falls to Furlan’s bicep of his cotton long-sleeves. “What’s with the questions? Is it over or something?”

“No, noit’snot—unless you want it to be?”

Levi exhales. “So what if it was?”

That trademark sly smile of Furlan’s makes an appearance for the first time since he walked in the door. “That’d be reassuring, since it was mine. For once you’d be out of your element.”

“Shut up,” Levi mumbles, and does that properly by leaning up and catching his lips again. Furlan is immediately on board.

Soft smacking fills the slight amount of space between them as their lips caress, slide, push. Noses quickly become an obstacle. Levi finds it easier to tilt his head.

Furlan follows his example, until Levi’s palm slides over his nape, Furlan has another hand delicately placed on his waist, and their soft exchange turns more hurried.

A sharp hitch in his heavy breath escapes Levi as a second hand joins the one on his waist, so he’s properly holding him to Furlan’s front.

“So small,” Furlan breathes, and kisses him harder. Levi doesn’t get a chance to comment.

A tiny whine, more of a hum, rises up in Levi’s throat. Is Furlan that good, or is Levi just… new to this?

No, they’re both amateurs stumbling through this, whatever this is, this barrage of feelings that makes Levi’s lower half heat and his trembling hand sink into Furlan’s blond locks, combing them backwards in efforts to press him close. Close until their chests touch, and Levi’s lungs burn.

But it’s true, that he’s small. Furlan’s hands can almost reach all the way around and close on his waist. They never move, but then… Levi wants them to. He’s unsure where his sudden impatience is coming from.

He lifts up on his toes and wraps himself in Furlan’s arms. Then, the sound of Furlan’s low moan is a shock to Levi’s systems. His lower half throbs heat.

He hears himself make a gasping-whining noise. In response, Furlan kisses him with even more urgency.

Furlan embraces him, but his hands explore no lower than his belt. Someone is always pulling away to gasp more often than not, usually Furlan, until Levi huffs, “Breathe,” and Furlan stops to laugh.

“Can’t.”

“My legs are falling asleep, too,” Levi complains. His hands slide down Furlan’s broad shoulders and land at his biceps again, the fabric pinched between his fingers. He doesn’t want him to go yet. To pull away.

“Then do you want to… lay down?”

Levi frowns deeply at a question that lame. His eyes briefly dart to couch, then the hall. “You had plans after this or something?”

Furlan’s lips crinkle. “Hell no.”

That’s a good-enough answer for Levi. He detaches himself from him, then snags his wrist and corrals him down the hall, his destination the one bedroom with an unimpressive double neither of them sleep in.

(Levi has always chosen not to and Furlan flat-out refused it because it was Levi’s. Thinking about it… that argument could’ve let to something like this, too.)

Levi has certainly never done anything like this before. He’s aware of it where it usually goes from here, and his anxiety is bright, in fact he’s petrified, but it doesn’t show in his quick walk. He has no fucking idea what’s he’s doing, so, he’s forced to act on assumption.

But he knows what he wants.

At the doorway, Levi stops and addresses him, but he’s looking at the bed. “You can keep kissing me, as long as you don’t ever let me hear you say something that shitty again.”

Seems Furlan forgot all about it for a moment. “Is that the only condition? Don’t worry.”

Levi finally turns his head and shoots him a skeptical look.

“Hey, I promise, Levi,” Furlan states.

Furlan clumsily, impulsively, leans in and kisses the wrinkle off Levi's brow, then his cheek and his small nose. Levi's too flabbergasted to move, at least until Furlan half-leads, half-walks them—with a care that's excruciating—towards the bed. Still giving Levi's lips attention. It hurts his heart in a way that he craves more of.

He cups Levi's jaw with reluctant hands as he leads him back towards the bed.

It's easy to sense before his shins bump the mattress. Levi stops it before it happens, jerkily pulling back from him.

"Are you okay?"

How does he look so calm? Furlan looks worried for him, genuinely. Is he patronizing him?

Doesn't this hurt?—Aren't they two men, about to do this?

Furlan is a virgin. But he must know.

A crazy thought occurs to him: Let me be wrong. He wants to be wrong no matter how plainly he knows he’s right... because... Furlan asked that question.

“What do you mean?” Levi asks quietly. “You’re planning to do it, right? Why’re you asking me?”

A strange silence infects the air.

Furlan shakes his head and says, “Because… Fuck ‘Vi, I don’t know. You’re participating. What do you mean?”

He stares. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Do you?”

He's actually starting a debate with him right now. Furlan can be a stubborn shit like Levi, but Furlan is smart. There must be something he’s not getting.

Levi acquiesce him with a dull silence.

Furlan's tongue darts out to wet his lips. He picks up Levi's hand by his side, holds up his other. It's a mystery what he's doing until Levi takes a closer look and realizes how hard he and Furlan are shaking.

"Look. Me neither," Furlan says calmly.

Levi pulls his hand back, disturbed by his own show of anxiety. It's not supposed to be this easy for someone to see through him. "So what?"

"To be honest, Levi, I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Tch…”

Furlan touches his chin. “Look. What if you just acted on the assumption that you don’t know what you’re doing, either? It's more equal that way." He smiles sideways. “Except kissing.”

Levi deadpans. "Yeah… You’re a fucking expert now for sure.”

But what Furlan is saying makes sense. Levi would rather sacrifice a little of his pride than inflict what he's seen and heard on him. Or the other way around.

Furlan thinks some more about it. "You can still say no. You know you can always do that, right?” he asks slowly.

“I’m not stupid,” he mumbles.

Levi is tired of talking about this, and he's not going to tell Furlan it's okay to kiss him a dozen more times, so he pops the collar of his shirt open, down to a few others until a peek of his chest is visible. Then he totally disregards him, sits on the mattress—which squeaks in protest—and begins working his boots off.

Furlan follows his lead, says, “I know.”

Blushing, Levi hurries.

Furlan bends over and unlaces his shoes, then takes the hem of his shirt. Something makes him change his mind, and he clambers into bed after Levi, who is laying back with his elbows propped up behind him and his legs stretched out in front of him, his chin raised. He doubts he looks as casual as he planned on being.

"Are you—"

"For the hundredth time, yes," he snaps. "I'm not your fucking bride. Why're you so scared of offending me?"

"You kidding? Maybe, because... you look freaked out for once. And I don't want to offend you."

"But you don't know how, remember?" Levi drawls, his heart throbbing in his ears. Now that he's aware of the shaking, it's harder to ignore.

"Hah..." Furlan looks down demurely. "I know you."

“Fine… What about you, then? Are you still saying yes?”

Furlan nods. He crawls until his knees sit outside Levi's thighs, where their lips meet.

Someone's hand knocks into another's arm as they move to touch each other. The two of them, bumbling around and embarrassing themselves more each passing moment, are doing it together, at least. The thought continues to reassure Levi.

Awkward is what it is, but no one has doubts about what the other wants. Levi finally lets go of what he thought this was when he decides laying out like this is making him anxious, and so he adjusts. Sits up a little straighter, so the wall is firm at his back, and they're pressed up against each other from chest to hips. Furlan's thighs slot in snugly outside his own. He decides he likes Furlan’s weight resting against him like this.

It’s disorienting, he’s distracted by sensations and unfamiliar feelings everywhere.

So he almost misses Furlan’s tongue. They’re kissing too heavily to have much room for comfort, so Furlan doesn’t get in a breath after properly pulling away for it. The heavy muscle brushes Levi’s lips and then it’s gone, and the kiss resumes more passionately than ever. It was wet, hot, even searing.

That feeling—Levi's brow pinches as he barely restrains a moan, and grows a little more daring. He experimentally parts his lips, and licks Furlan’s plump bottom lip. He makes an unsure noise. The passion abruptly evaporated, as they seem to be wondering the same thing at the same time.

A small moment, like an impasse. Furlan exhales deeply through his nose before heavy heat licks into Levi's mouth.

Chills flare on the back of his neck and his spine, his lower half sparks. He smothers a moan with a rough grunt, and lays his palm on Furlan's lower back, but only lays. He doesn't know how to push.

Hot overwhelming wet, and stale mint, and buttery soft. It’s a lot, dealing with the sensation that he can’t breathe and his desire to find it unimportant right now.

It’s like kissing for the first time again, experimenting, easing into each other. Lips part more, open with abandon. Their tongues push and stroke. A shudder seizes Levi’s whole body and shakes the foundations of his mind.

Furlan boldly sucks on his tongue. The moan bursts out of Levi this time.

An enormous heat rushes to his face, and down below, throbbing. Levi can feel his own heartbeat in it. He reels Furlan in by the nape of his neck. When he hums, he feels it vibrate from the inside.

“M-Mm...” Furlan grips his hair, holding Levi in place for him.

An embarrassingly loud gasp forces them apart when Levi’s hair is tugged, sending delightful tingles down his spine. A thick sticky line still connects their wet, swollen lips.

"Can I—?" Furlan's fingers snag Levi's open collar.

In response, Levi reels him back in and joins in helping with the buttons. They’re both so damn clumsy, progress is slow.

His shirt is open enough to sag from Levi's shoulder when Furlan gives up, and snakes his palm into his shirt.

Levi twitches. His severely distracted kissing has Furlan pulling back to—to just observe? His pupils, like black pools, almost take over the blues as his palm climbs the soft slope of Levi’s pec. He pays him close attention, scrubbing his nipple back and forth. Levi’s forehead melts against his temple.

As Furlan explores, they catch their breaths, sharing each other's air. Levi grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, painfully hard now.

You look really, really good like this," Furlan whispers. He fingers his nipple, and kisses his sharp jawline.

"Rather have my shirt on than off?" Levi remarks. Sounding sarcastic isn't working.

"If you want."

“You’re such an idiot.”

His other hand falls in next to the other. “That’s what I get for complimenting you, huh?”

"Ngh."

“Hope I’m at least doing something right, then.” Furlan kisses his tender neck, and applies pressure with his soft palms.

“Such an idiot,” Levi gasps, and shivers. The harder his nipples get, the more Furlan seems to want to pinch and tweak them.

“Furlan.” All Levi can do is hold on, hearing himself gasp... then whine. Furlan pulls reactions out of Levi that he can't control.

His mouth is all over his neck, pressing in until he feels the dull pleasure from his teeth. It feels like he's on fire from his cheeks down. At this point, his dick is going to suffocate.

"F-Furlan," Levi manages again, trying to sound convincing... but his voice is too unsteady.

The sucking motions to his tender neck are too much. His hips tilt forward into the small amount of space between their laps. "Fucking do something, you..."

He feels the rumbles from Furlan's boyish laugh. "All you're doing's holding on."

Struck by that, he makes a frustrated groaning noise and tugs Furlan back by his fingers laced in his hair. He's never seen Furlan look at him the way he is now, disheveled and so clearly pining for him.

"Lay down." Levi motions with his head, then rolls them over so the back of Furlan's head plops on the plush pillow. "There. Good. Stay."

"You know, you’ve always had a way with words," Furlan huffs, and chuckles breathily. He sounds anxious as hell.

"I know," he mumbles, sounding the same. He rises up on his knees, comfortably slotted outside Furlan's hips.

He's too... he can't bring himself to look at how hard Furlan probably is, and compared to himself. Let alone bother with his rumpled shirt, exposing one nimble shoulder down to enough of his chest to show cleavage.

Levi slides his palms up, exposing Furlan's pale middle and the lithe muscles packed into his abdomen. He has scars here and there. He catalogues them with his eyes as his hands roam, rolling his shirt up as high as he can get it, to the dip in his sternum.

"You need new clothes... This shirt's too tight."

Furlan sighs softly. "That's just a sign I'm eating better now."

"So?" Levi's hand disappears up under his shirt and closes on his pec. His nipple is pricked and hard. His other hand explores Furlan’s body in the opposite direction. "You still need new clothes."

Furlan’s head nods back. His adam’s apple bobs. “What should I get? You're the master of keeping up appearances, right?”

Levi can't think and process the firm grip Furlan has on his hips at the same time, or glance down when his palm touches coarse hair, the line of darkish blond that follows below his navel and disappears under Furlan's waistband. It rests low on his hips... and he's not wearing a belt, Levi notices. Maybe these are small on him too.

"Something that'll look good on you," Levi answers, not entirely hearing himself.

"You're not even paying attention, are you...?"

Levi isn't looking at him. He's so hard. They’re both hard. The bulge in Furlan's trousers is thick and pronounced, not inches from Levi's own. Levi feels cold and hot at the same time, reluctant and burning and eager, and nervous.

"I can't," Furlan grunts, his chest canting into the hand busy under his shirt. Furlan’s own slides down Levi's thigh and moves in-between... just hovering, touching their fingers. His round blue eyes implore him. "...Do you want this, Lev’?”

"Uh-huh," he whispers. “You?”

“Yeah.” Furlan touches Levi’s silver belt buckle and looks up at him for approval.

“Yes. What’re you waiting for?”

“‘kay, Levi.”

While Levi is getting over the way he spoke his name, the buckle clinks in the quiet room. Quiet besides their heavy breaths.

The outline of Levi's cock is pronounced and heavy through the cotton. Furlan opens his pants as Levi catches the zipper, and huffs from the modicum of relief he at least gets. He can't pull them down very far without them pooling at his waist.

"Levi," he says, pleading for something that isn't clear.

"Dammit," Levi whispers, and climbs off him, still kneeling while he struggles.

A frantic giggle can be heard. The shuffling of cotton means Furlan's doing the same.

"The fuck is so funny?" Levi grumbles. "S'just pants."

"Don't know... Just you." Furlan kicks his pants off his ankles and they fall to the floor with a whispered shift of fabric

Levi’s turn. “Me? You’re high.” Without thinking, he folds them with practiced ease and lays them down.

Furlan looks at what he's doing and snickers. He sounds fond. "Yeah... It's probably nothing."

He stares. "Don't say stupid things."

"Again, with that? Hah... Yes, sir."

“Quit making jokes.” He climbs back on top.

Furlan’s hand gravitates to his bare shoulder, pulling him back down to his wanting lips. Furlan's other hand is a strange but exciting weight on Levi's thigh, the spandex. He kisses back with more passion.

“Kay, baby," he murmurs.

Levi whines, and can’t cover it up. Instead, he he drags Furlan's hand between his thighs.

"Oh."

“Fuck,” Levi huffs weakly.

Levi’s thick lashes stand in contrast to the red painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears, sweet sounds stirring in his chest even as his teeth grit. The pressure and the heat is nothing he expected, and there’s a wet spot—not that he knew what to expect in the first place. He's never even done this to himself.

"Fuck, fuck..." Levi whispers, too high-pitched, too overwhelmed despite the care Furlan treats him with. Softly squeezing. Rubbing in motions that are barely there as his hips push into his hand. It's like Levi's hand is on top of his only to keep him from stopping.

It strains under Furlan's hand. He watches in awe of the bliss cracking Levi's normally terse expression as his hips move, and rock into his palm.

"Dammit, you look—you're just..." Furlan whines. "Please, touch me."

“…Sorry...”

The same way Furlan palms and squeezes him, Levi lays his hand on Furlan's bulge, and strokes him with the heel of his hand. The sound that results is so sudden it startled him. And the ones that follow. It makes Levi's head spin, and that wondrous feeling returning, whether this is really happening.

Furlan feels him up and properly begins to stroke the swollen outline around three fingers. It’s easier after that to pick up a consistent rhythm with his hips.

Levi copies him. He can tell Furlan’s is longer than it is thick, different from his own. Is it normal to compare? Before he can answer that, he thinks deliriously that it fits Furlan, as his thumb pushes on the spot that's wet.

Furlan's hips lurch up, jostling Levi. "Ah fuck, sorry sorry. That felt really good."

Levi's breath audibly trembles. Furlan squeezes firmly on the next downstroke, and it... combined with that just now, he feels strange. Almost precarious and too exciting, too too good.

"Furlan," Levi whimpers. "I think I'm..."

He takes a big breath. "Gonna come...?"

“I think. It’s really.” Levi’s hips move in more frantic rolls, gasps growing. The mattress whines from far away. "Think I'm close..."

Furlan's eyes flash with an excitement he doesn't notice. "Oh. Fuck, then keep going..." He puts his hand on Levi's hip, guiding him along. "There, yeah... you’re wetter now... feels amazing, doesn't it? Feels so good."

A fragile whimper. Levi's adam's apple bobs up and down as he takes support from Furlan's chest and moans what sounds like an affirmative. He's too close to remember how to act.

"Yeah, I know it does, just look at you. I can tell you need it so damn bad," Furlan groans, stroking faster. "Let it go for me."

"Fuck," Levi groans, it sounds more like a sob. "I'm coming, co-co—"

"Good, good—"

Levi's frantic thrusts stiffen the moment he gasps, throws his head back. A heavy moan sounds like it falls off his gaping lips as his hips jerk, then push in wild bursts, to the point where Levi unknowingly has Furlan’s hand pinned for him to hump while Furlan watches in captivated awe.

"Fuck yeah, Lev', keep coming, coming so fucking hard."

His frame shakes as full, sweet moans spill from him. The meaning of Furlan's comments are only noise, but every word hits him like a train. Heavy wet heat fills the front of his briefs, and with each load Levi groans, his jaw quivering, until slowly... the waves... soften and taper off. He’s blown away by it. How is it possible to feel this good?

It feels like all the tension seeps from his bones. He's left a mess, panting and holding himself up on an arm that looks like might give any moment.

For several moments, they're both still while Levi recovers. Furlan's hand caresses the curve of his hip, his other hovering over Levi's bicep in case he really can't hold himself up anymore.

As Furlan expected though, he doesn't collapse even now. He rights his posture, muttering, "Shit..."

"You okay? That was a lot..."

"Fine." Levi looks down at himself, and frowns.

Furlan nibbles on the inside of his cheek. "Was that your first, too?"

"Ha." When Levi looks up, there's a ghost of a smirk on his face. "If it was?"

"Then I feel special," Furlan replies, laughing enough for the two of them.

But this doesn't feel finished, and Furlan certainly doesn't look it. Levi climbs off, on his backside, and pushes his disgusting briefs down his legs. He can't have them on one more second like this, sticky and drying. He thought he came his brains out, but his dick is still slightly hard. Strings of cum streak his shaft.

"You don't have to get me off too, by the way," spills from Furlan's mouth. "You going to clean up?"

"Don't ask stupid questions." Levi turns around, bracing himself up with his arm in a way to covertly hide his crotch from sight. His eyes dart to Furlan's. "Take 'em off if you want." He blinks. "Are you insecure or something?"

"Why wouldn't I be...?" he scoffs.

“Don’t be,” Levi replies. He tries in vain to fix his sleeve in one final attempt to act casual, then crawls forward. He guides Furlan’s attention toward him with a hand to his cheek, and kisses him, once. Soft and simple. “Don’t be.”

Furlan searches his eyes for any denial, then he leans in for another. It feels shy again.

Furlan finally lifts his hips, and slides his briefs down his thighs. His cock springs up and slaps his belly, still hard. He huffs a sigh in relief while vicious arousal twists Levi’s lower half. Veins stand out against his pink shaft, and he spots a line of milky cum where he’s leaked down the tip. Levi squirms a little.

Furlan’s head briefly disappears as his shirt goes next. Short tufts of blond hair stick up, a wreck.

This angle doesn't let Levi see what his balls look like. He pins his tongue between his teeth, feeling pleasantly drowsy, but still simmering. He touches his neck, but he can't feel if there's a hickey. "Is it my turn to be insecure?”

Furlan bends his knees and gives him a small, confident smile. “Don’t be stupid.”

Levi’s brow scrunches with a small pout.

“Do you want to... Can you come again?"

He shifts again. "Mmm."

"'Kay, then." He leans up, and takes Levi's cheek when he kisses him.

It feels like he can relax again. He leans into it. Furlan’s lips are silky soft, and attentive, and somehow conveys an affection without a name. Levi forgets that time is passing until a hand on his shoulder—the clothes one—nudges him down.

Levi lets himself be laid on his back. The bed is a stable weight underneath, Furlan's body anchored on top. The close proximity is brand-new, and much more intense. He thinks of their discussion earlier, anxiety building.

He gazes into Furlan's eyes. "Is this... gonna hurt?"

Confusion again. “Can’t do that without preparing you... and... I don't want that. Right now. Is that okay?”

He stares, and files that information away for later. "Yeah," he whispers, relieved.

“Can I ask why you jumped to that again?” Furlan asks. The question is probing, but his tone couldn't be more tender, as tender as Levi feels when Furlan looks at him like this, and kisses him. He lays his arm by his head.

The other ends up behind Levi's head as they ease into a more resting position. He raises his head to make room and respond. “To make sure.”

“No more doubts?”

Their cocks slide together. Combined with the heat building between their bodies and the intense lack of space, the faint pulses of pleasure make his head spin pleasantly. “Nah.”

Their chests heave and fall pressed together. Levi's wide thighs on either side of Furlan's hips, and the tops of Furlan's thighs touching the crease between the seat of his thighs and his ass. The way Furlan is holding him makes him feel caged in, but it’s somehow a good feeling to be trapped.

It begins with the slightest of hitched breaths, teasing squeezes, and wandering hands. Their lips smack lazily. It almost feels like nothing matters but this... The naked affection in Furlan's eyes and Levi's shaky hands, and the fiery sweet pressure when their cocks rub together just right; how Furlan's thighs tense under Levi's when he moves his hips, and Furlan's voice bleeding into his sighs. Levi throbs, and hardens.

“I didn't expect you to, feel like this,” Furlan says.

Levi scoffs weakly. "What... you expected my dick to be small or something?"

"No,” Furlan chuckles, “that’s not—”

Levi holds onto the sound and the snorting noise Furlan makes when he kisses him quiet. Furlan's hand wanders to his hip.

"—not what I meant..."

Ah. Levi's toes curl. Furlan whines. His grip steadies him, so when their hips roll to meet halfway, it’s at the perfect angle.

“What’d you mean, then?”

Furlan's breath fans over Levi's face. He lifts up a little, and Levi follows where he's looking, a soaked, sticky mess between their bodies. Levi's fully hard again and twitching. Fresh precum beads his tip.

“Everything…?”

"Fuck," Levi breathes. His eyes flutter as Furlan moans and grinds deeper than before. "It’s so fucking hard."

"Ah... How d'you think I feel... And while you feel this good...?" A small whine, or a sigh, in Levi’s ear.

"I didn't know, either... Until you said all that stupid shit."

"Mm?"

"It made me realize some things."

"M... Fuck yeah… Me too."

Their sweaty foreheads press again. Strands of Levi's bangs are plastered to his forehead... while Furlan's look ridiculous parted in the middle for once, how ever they got that way.

Chatting wears away as the rolls of Furlan's hips deepen, and their sweaty bodies writhe and grind. Levi can feel the dimples on Furlan’s lower back from where his arm is slung around him, and up his back, Furlan has more raised scars, most curved, as if lashed into his skin. No matter where Levi’s hand wanders, one isn't too far away. Without a thought, his fingers sink into his hair and scratch gently. He senses Furlan stiffen from a mile away.

"Sorry, I know they're pretty bad," Furlan breathes. For the first time in a while his eyes open and search his.

“I don’t care about that.”

Furlan breathes in, and slams their lips together. Sloppy, needing. Levi grunts in surprise and bows up toward him, needing more now. He works his hand between them.

"Fucking please," Furlan gasps.

He gets his fist around them both, and keens gently, his fingers tight wound in Furlan's hair. Like an electric shock, the tension immediately rises and tightens. "Ah... I forgot," he huffs, and brings his squelching fist up and down. Their hips push in-sync. "You really need to come, right?”

"I was trying to go slow so you could catch up," Furlan retorts, but his brow is pinched, no weight behind it. "Underestimated you."

Levi's heart swells. "Hah... That's not new."

Furlan makes an annoyed noise and shifts his weight, one arm under Levi's head, the other sliding down his oven-warm skin and lithe muscle. The both of them are pretty skinny... but Levi is smaller all over.

He finds Levi's round ass and squeezes—he gasps down Furlan’s throat—and roams over his hip to his navel, the wild dark hair there tailing down. Somewhere on the way to their dicks, Furlan clearly got distracted.

Levi huffs in genuine amusement, and pumps them both faster. The slide is searing. Every slight twitch, every kiss is electric, and it's soaking wet, smells like salty sweat and sticky sex. His white shirt is stuck to his skin at this point.

Bodies grind and noises rise in need, until Furlan is bucking into his fist on every downstroke, whining noisily.

"Mmm...!" Their lips smack.

Levi groans from low in his chest, which rises into a thick moan as Furlan's hand collides with his own, wrapping around both their cocks and helping Levi stroke. It’s messy and searing hot, every squelch jolting Furlan. Levi mewls into his mouth.

Furlan's fist does something, squeezing both their tips together, and the moan that bursts out of Levi is heavy. He whines, and desperately snaps his hips into it. His sudden strength unsteadies Furlan, briefly interrupts the rhythm.

"Fuck, you're strong—"

"Don't fucking do that then." Levi raises his knees.

"You have-have to be joking."

Levi attempts to cross his legs behind Furlan's back, and manages at the ankles. The shift in angle is immediate. There’s more space now for both their hands, to quicken their movements and make them more smooth. It'd be impossible to get any closer without phasing into each other.

"F...Furlan..." Levi gasps, tensing up tighter.

"Yeah." Their lips clumsily crash together, jerking tight and fast now. The mattress is squealing. "Gonna come... I'm so fucking close. So fucking, so..."

Levi moans weakly, his back raising, pawing across Furlan's back and clinging on tight. His hand flies over their cocks. It feels so perfect, Furlan's perfect noises and perfect heat rising high inside and this perfect fucking friction feels so right—

“Levi!” Furlan comes first, his jaw slackening with a sharp hitch in breath. His hips stutter, he cries out sweet music to Levi's ears, and shivers in his arms. Levi feels him pulsing, and the moment hot cum first shoots and spills on his belly. "Levi Levi—Ah, Levi!"

Levi’s on fire. Furlan never quiets for a second, and he doesn't know if it's the noises, his name spilling out of Furlan's mouth and into his ear, or their hands working together, or Furlan's cock throbbing heavily against his own that pushes him over the edge.

All at once. All it once it tears into him and pulls him apart. His toes curl, his eyes roll back, and he jerks. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Levi’s heavy balls empty for the second time as their sweaty bodies grind desperately. Sounds spill out, they thrash like animals.

Furlan's lasts longer than his. Levi trembles and gasps from the contact to his painfully sensitive cock as Furlan relaxes, his moans soften, and his hurried pumps slow to an exhausted stop.

Levi drops back down to the bed, his legs falling by Furlan's sides. It’s Furlan’s turn right after, their panting heavy and loud in the still room.

A soft and peaceful warmth settles under Levi's skin where he lays, not so much embracing Furlan as letting him rest. His total weight on top of him lulls Levi into a shallow doze.

He could stay like this—if his dick wasn't awkwardly pinned under Furlan's thigh, and if it wasn’t for messy streaks of both their cum drying on his belly and... everywhere between his thighs. His shirt is so soaked in sweat he might as well have bathed in it.

Does he have the energy?

Levi sighs. Not really.

Does he want to?

Fucking of course he does. He moans tiredly and squirms, messing Furlan's hair so he'll raise his head.

He does, blue eyes heavy and soft, looking at him. His cheeks are pink, a visible drop of sweat on his temple. "Yeah?"

Levi's eyes close. Yeah, he'll make them get up soon. But, for now... Levi wants Furlan more.

[kribuki]

LOOKING FOR ATTACK ON TITAN LITERATE-ADVANCE LITERATE RP PARTNERS [OCs welcomed]

I'm Kri, in my early 20s, in the CET (GMT+1) timezone, literate to advance literate, 1500~ keystrokes, 300~ words, third person perspective, past tense, only use Discord and absolutely love to dive in details and characters' psychology. I'm an enthusiastic and hyper writer who might annoy you with headcanons, plot-relatable clips, ideas and memes so I'm not for the weak hearts (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

We might be a good match if:

You're around my age or older (20+ y.o.).

You are not interested in smut-centered roleplays. I'm okay as long as the smut isn't more than a 70/3O plot to smut ratio.

You're active: I don't expect fast replies but I'd appreciate if you can at least send one/two replies every two/three days. Of course, I completely understand if you'll be busy, just tell me in advance.

You can write multiple characters and multiple couples: my style of writing evolves around many characters, since it's a nice way to insert drama and chaos. We'll have our main characters in a main couple, but I also like to include a secondary couple or more. It can be considered as doubling, if you'd like, but maybe it's closer to mumu, since I prefer the ships to be written in the same story rather than having a complete different rp.

You like to mix different genres: romance is a must for me; it will always be there either as the main plot or subplot, but I also love to include many other genres, such as action, thriller, psychological, drama, fluff, angst, gore, fantasy, even comedy.

You're okay with mature and dark themes (dead dove: do not eat): I'm not going to write sugar coated stories, I like to write and explore many themes and they include possibly disturbing ones. I don't want to traumatize anyone, so, if you want to write with me, be prepared. I do not have triggers, although my only objections are adult x minor ships and incest. You may talk with me about your triggers and I'll gladly respect them.

You are open to both canonverse and AUs: I personally prefer AUs (alternative universes), since I believe they allow more freedom and creativity. Examples could be medieval, royalty, knights, monsters, ghosts, gangsters, professional hitmen, mafia, car racers.

You can write multiple rps: we all know how hard it is to find the right people with whom we enjoy writing, so I'd be very down to write multiple stories with you if we truly click and get along well. I like to make friends out of my partners, so we can write a lot and to our hearts' content.

You'll match my energy and don't mind OOC (out of character) chatting: like I said earlier, I get very excited and will most likely send you random stuff related to the story for fun and I love it when people can match my energy and spam me with content. It helps me keep my interest up and also gets me emotionally attached to our story. Moreover, I would really appreciate if you could be honest with me. I wish for both of us to enjoy the story we are writing so if you lost interest, if you want to change/drop it, please let me know instead of ghosting me.

Ships I'm interested writing

Only mxf ships. In bold are the characters I'll write. If both are in bold, it means I can write either of them. ♡ = prefered (but I like them all).

Ships as main couple:

Pieck Finger x Jean Kirstein/Kirschtein

Pieck Finger x Levi Ackerman (I know it's not a common ship, but I'm kinda curious about them 'cause, you know, they almost think alike, they both care deeply for their comrades, she is tactic smart, he is action-oriented, and they are both shorties lol. So if you'd like, we can try)

Pieck Finger x Zeke Yeager (also as side couple)

Pieck Finger x male Hange/Hanji Zoe

♡ Nanaba x Mike Zacharias (also as side couple)

♡ f!OC x Levi Ackerman

f!OC x Jean Kirstein

♡ f!OC x Mike Zacharias

♡ f!OC x Furlan Church (also as side couple)

Ships as side couple:

Erwin Smith x f!OC

Kenny Ackerman x f!OC

Zeke Yeager x f!OC

Eren Yeager x f!OC

Mikasa Ackerman x Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman x Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun x f!OC

Reiner Braun x Historia

Reiner Braun x Annie Leonart

Bertholdt Hoover x f!OC

Bertholdt Hoover x Annie Leonart

Porco Galliard x f!OC

Porco Galliard x Pieck Finger

Nile Dock x Marie / f!OC

Petra x Oruo

Please keep in mind I do want my main character to be a female. My secondary and side characters can be of any gender. I'm open to any ship if you want to write an OC. Those listed are the ones I'm most confident writing, anyway you just need to ask. I'll put as much effort in the side/secondary couple as the main couple so I'm not going to cast your ship aside because I love including many characters and see different dynamics. And I just recently found out this thing is called mumu (multi-muse) lol.

Ok, I'll stop here and thank you for reading this long post! If you're interested feel free to dm me, if you've got any questions I'll gladly enlight you. I look forward to meet you! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[ao3feed-eremin]

Who's Texting Me? Oh, Just My Homicidal Stalker.

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by bottomerenismyreligion

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.

!IMPORTANT!

It's not exactly All Boys x Eren, I don't just want to tell whos Eren's stalker... SO, I wrote all the boys so you are could guess who is he.

Also please, stop comments as "I know whos stalker...Is it *his name* or "I think stalker is *his name*" Thank you.

Words: 1902, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Almost all characters

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Bertolt Hoover/Eren Yeager, Connie Springer/Eren Yeager, Dot Pixis/Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith/Eren Yeager, Furlan Church/Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager, Kenny Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Levi/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott/Eren Yeager, Mike Zacharias/Eren Yeager, Nile Dok/Eren Yeager, Oluo Bozado & Eren Yeager, Reiner Braun/Eren Yeager, Thomas Wagner/Eren Yeager, Zeke/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Crime, Gay, Humor, killer, Murder, Mystery, possessive, Stalker, Swearing, Unhealthy Relationships, Violence, Gore, maybe smut, Jealousy, High School, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kinda OOC characters, My First AO3 Post, Short Eren Yeager

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[ao3feed-eremika]

Earth Eyes | ATTACK ON TITAN AU

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by sinfully

The 100 x Attack on Titan (this does not strictly follow the story line of the 100, but I will be sticking to the plot.)

The greatest love story happened, when green eyes met blue.

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97 years ago nuclear missiles struck earth, spreading radiation and making 90% of its surface uninhabitable. Fortunately 12 space stations at the time joined together to form a new home for mankind, and let humanity live out its years. After 3 generations, the space station is running out of oxygen, and thus they sent 100 criminals to the ground.

Eren Jaeger and 99 other delinquents must survive whatever earth throws at them. That is until Eren falls in love with a man who changed each other.

Words: 2477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Levi, Special Operations Squad | Squad Levi, Levi's Father (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager's Parents, Eren Jaeger, Levi ackerman, Carla Yeager, Grisha Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Reiner Braun, Bertolt Hoover, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Christa lenz - Character, Historia Reiss, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Ymir, Connie Springer, Sasha Blouse, Petra Ral, Hange Zoë, Original Hange Character(s), Squad Hange, Erwin Smith, Erwin, Annie Leonhart, Hannes (Shingeki no Kyojin), Furlan Church, Dot Pixis

Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager, Levi & Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Sasha Blouse/Connie Springer, Sasha Blouse & Connie Springer, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott & Jean Kirstein, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss & Ymir, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir/Original Character(s), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir/Original Female Character(s), Mikasa Ackerman/Annie Leonhart, Furlan Church/Levi

Additional Tags: Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Dominant Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Modern Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Shingeki no Kyojin Fusion, Alternate Universe Shingeki no Kyojin, Attack on titan Alternate Universe, Attack on TitanCrossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, AnimeAlternate, AnimeAternate Universe, Alternate Universe - The 100 (TV) Fusion, Smut, Shameless Smut, Smutty, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Blood, Violence, Violent Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, ereri, riren - Freeform

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