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Let the World Burn ⢠Levi Ackerman
Plot:
Shivani gets separated from Levi during a difficult battle & Levi panics.
Pairing:
Levi Ackerman x Masc!OC (Name: Shivani Vale - Can be found here: OC List Pt. 2)
Warnings:
Beginning starts out horny, Dominant Levi, Near Death of a Loved One, Angry Levi, Panicked Levi, Blood Mentions, Levi would literally burn the world for Shivani.
A/N:
Levi and my new OC, Shivani have me in literal brainrot. They're actually so adorable and I love them sm.
Song:
"I'd let it burn, I'd let the world burn."
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"You are not to leave my side at all, understand?" Levi's voice was harsh and serious as he gave Shivani his death glare. This was Shivani's first real mission, and it was a dangerous one at that. The scouts were heading deep in titan territory to look through an abandoned village.
Shivani rolled his eyes as he slipped on his scouts jacket, getting annoyed with how Levi was treating him. "I understand, Levi, I'm not a child. I will stay besides you." He stood up and walked over to Levi, his arms moving to rest on Levi's shoulders.
"Don't back talk your captain, Vale." Levi kept his tough exterior while his hands grabbed Shivani's hips, pulling him closer. He moved his arms to wrap around his taller lover, reaching up to kiss Shivani deeply.
Shivani's hands instinctively found Levi's hair as he tugged him closer, their tongues now entering the mess. Levi growled as he stopped, pulling away. "We need to get going, stop being a distraction." Levi said, trying to pull away but Shivani pulled him in again, kissing him roughly as he started to grind against Levi.
"Shivani... stop it before I make you regret it." The shorter growled, his hands gripping Shivani's hips to keep them steady. Shivani only smiled innocently before pulling away.
"Sorry Captain," He says, acting innocent as he turned in Levi's arms, making sure to press his ass against Levi's growing erection, making him groan. Shivani moved to walk away but was stopped by Levi whipping him around and having him face down against his desk.
Levi held him down as he pushed himself more against Shivani, "Behave or I will make you regret it." His voice was low and snappy as he held Shivani down.
Shivani couldn't lie, he was beyond turned on by this but he knew not to push Levi before going off on a mission. Shivani only pouted, "Fine, I'm sorry Captain, I'll behave." Levi relented and let Shivani up.
"Let's just go, brat." Levi patted his lover's head before making his way out of the door. Shivani fixed himself up a bit before following behind Levi.
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They were nearing the end of the mission, most of the squad barely standing from how strained their muscles felt. Shivani was sore, but he could push through it and continue fighting.
Shivani followed close with Levi, having to make sure to follow the older's rules. He looked around, making sure the rest of the squad was still intact. Panic set in when he didn't notice Sasha.
Before he could speak, he heard a distant scream that had sounded like her. The other's hadn't heard it, and without thinking, Shivani took off towards the noise, desperation setting in.
Sasha had become like a little sister to him during their times as a cadet, he had grown very protective of her during that time. He followed the noise, eventually reaching the corner of some large buildings.
"Sasha!" He swooped down and killed the titan that had Sasha cornered. He reached the other, quickly pulling her from her frightened form. "It's okay, go back with the others and-"
He was cut off by Sasha shushing him and pointing at two abnormal titans approaching them. Right as one threw it's hand down at them, he pushed Sasha away from the the grasp and barely moving out of the way.
"Go find the others! I'll be right behind you!" Shivani commanded, determined to at least get Sasha out alive.
He watched Sasha leave right before barely dodging the hands of a titan. Shivani groaned as a brick fell from a building and right on his shoulder. âFuck!â He had a little under half a tank with his blades reaching their end.
Conserving air as much as he could, he managed to maneuver around the titan and sliced its neck. He moved to make a safe landing but was smacked by another titan, sending him flying into a wall and then on the ground.
Letting out a weak, pathetic cry, he gets up and moves as much as he can, trying desperately to retreat. Shivani ended up cornered, true fear entering his body as he held his sword high.
His eyes closed, basically accepting defeat. As he heard some slicing noises, his eyes darted open, seeing Levi completely disconnect the titanâs hand. âLevi!â Shivani cried, trying to get his ODM gear to function but it was busted after the fall.
Leviâs body swung around the buildings, weaving around and slicing the hand clean off. He swung around again, latching himself to the titanâs arm as he ran up, aiming to end the monster.
His heart ached when he heard Shivani scream for him, but he kept himself focused. As Levi reached the air again, he was blasted away from the scene as an artillery machine exploded.
Levi managed to catch himself, determined to get back to Shivani. As he moved back to kill that titan, he was met with a big wall of fire. âShivani!â Rage and panic set in Levi when he saw his lover cornered, covered in blood and bruises, by a large titan.
Imagines of Leviâs past loved ones dying before him replayed in his head, almost as if he was reliving those moments. He couldnât let Shivani join them. Levi refused to let go of his boy.
âYou canât take him from me! Shivani!â Levi drew his hood up before shooting himself through the flames. Levi could feel the fire trying to reach his skin, lightly burning his finger tips.
When he made it through the flames, he reattaches himself to the titanâs nape, quickly killing the stunned titan. He dashed around the giant monster in order to reach Shivani who was about to collapse.
Levi managed to catch his lover, lightly setting him down before looking around for an escape. "Are you okay? I told you not to leave my side!" He snapped, trying to hold an angry tone but worry and concern seeped through.
"Sasha was in danger, I wasn't going to leave her behind." Shivani defends, his tone very weak and breathy. Levi only grumbled, knowing that it was pointless to argue with him when it came to Sasha.
"Okay love, how much air do you have?" Levi asked Shivani.
"I used the rest of it to get Sasha away." Shivani answered, grabbing Levi to pull his attention to him. "We're not both going to make it out of here. You're one of the best fighters we have, get out of here. Don't fight me on this, you go."
Levi didn't listen a single word that Shivani said, angry that he even suggested that. "Do not pull that on me right now, we're either both going or we both die here. Now stay quiet while I think."
Shivani obeyed and simply moved himself to wrap his arms around Levi, almost trying to hide from the world in that moment. He didn't want his fear to be seen, he had to keep it away until the battle was over.
"It okay Shivani, I'll get us out of here and treat you like a prince when we get home." Levi whispered, trying to calm the younger's shaking. "Remove your gear, and hang on tight."
Shivani did as instructed, removing his gear and hanging onto Levi tightly, his face hidden against Levi's neck. Despite their height difference, Levi managed to maneuver himself with his gear, feeling the grasps grip the side of a building.
With one hand wrapped around Shivani, he used his other one to set the gas off, sending them both through the fire quickly. Steam rose off them once they were able to land safely on a building roof.
After setting Shivani down, he pulled the younger's face into his hands, wiping away any stray tears. "Are you okay?" Levi asked, his voice soft.
"My arm and chest hurt. My back is sore but I think I broke a few ribs and did something to my arm." Shivani's voice was barely audible as he tried his best to keep his pain to a minimum. Levi sighed and had Shivani hold onto him again.
"I'm going to keep you away from the action, and you will stay put until we are done. Please listen to me for once and stay put." He begged the younger, eventually getting him to promise.
Levi got Shivani moved successfully and gave him a passionate kiss before going back out to take out the rest of the titans. Shivani did what he was told and stayed put until they left.
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Shivani was sent to the scout clinic, Levi not far behind, refusing to leave his lover's side. "What you did was wreck less, going by yourself. You should've told me." Levi couldn't help but scold Shivani. He was blaming himself for how his love ended up.
"I know, I know. I heard Sasha and acted on impulse. When it comes to her, you, and Hange, I will always act out of impulse. You guys are above myself and I will always put myself in harms way to make sure you're okay. It's not an excuse for how I acted, but rather an explanation." Shivani said calmly, taking Levi's hand into his non bandaged one.
Shivani ended up with a dislocated shoulder and two broken ribs. His back was badly bruised from the fall but luckily wasn't overly damaged.
Levi could only heavily sigh as he took his seat next to Shivani. "I just don't think I could go on without you. I've lost too many people and you're the best thing that I've got. I can't lose you." His eyes held a sincerity and sadness to them.
The younger caressed Levi's check, pulling him close for a sweet kiss. "And you won't lose me. I'm too damn stubborn to kick the bucket." He joked. "I'll work on acting more with thought."
Levi could only lightly smile as he laid his head on Shivani's cot, finding comfort with the other's hand on his face.
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"Just to hear you calling out my name, watchin' it all go down in flames."
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It was only a sketch but then I got inspired and made it full color ~
Fun fact: male!Cait is tall, still smart but physically weak. fem!Levi is the one usually carrying him lol
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Reason ~ ch. 37
pairing: female oc (devon alba) x levi ackerman
tropes: instructor x cadet, strangers to lovers, male mc falls first
warnings: angst/slow-burn, a bit of fluff, strong language, smut (18+ readers only!! đ) [virginity loss (slight mentions of blood), rough sex & that's all i can think of right now bc my brain is fried lol BUT i'd like to believe that i can guarantee you'll feel things while reading this chapter <3 ]
brief summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesnât think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isnât entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...
ch. 1 [...] ch. 36 | chapter 37 | ch. 38
Devon noticed it seconds before it imploded. Sheâd just meant to pass through the market to get home but couldnât help but stop at the handmade accessories vendor. In the midst of her browsing she saw a Garrison officer briskly walk past her.
She glanced over to see where he was headed and noticed a little boy stuffing tomatoes into his pockets a distance away. Her eyes widened.
Before she knew it, she was running. She zipped past the Garrison officer and grabbed the little boy's hand.
The boy looked up at her, startled.
She smiled into his dirt-stained face, âThere you are! Ah, look at you-you got my tomatoes for me.â
The little boy stared at her with wide eyes as she reached over and paid the seller with a few coins. She glanced over her shoulder to see the Garrison officer staring at them with furrowed brows.
âCan I help you, officer?â she asked, casually. She felt the kids hand tighten in hers.
The officer straightened, âEr-No, maâam.â
She gave him a half-assed smile before tugging the little boyâs hand. She walked down the street with him until they made it out of the market. Heâd been awfully quiet the entire time. She didnât consider herself terrible with kids but dealing with a situation like this? This would be new.
She glanced down at him, âWh-â
Suddenly he released her hand and booked it.
Her eyes widened, âHey!â
She ran after him. It didnât take her long to catch up to him.
She grabbed his arm and he immediately swung aroundâpushing at her. All the tomatoes in his pockets spilled out and scattered about. The kid turned around, intending to run again but she grabbed his arm once-more.
âEnough!â her tone was stern, âYouâre not in trouble. I want to help you.â
The kid froze, his head hanging down.
She didnât release his arm as she bent down to one knee. She examined himâhis clothes werenât tattered. A bit dirt stained, yes, but not in the sense that made it seem he lived on the streets. Also to grab tomatoes instead of something typically directly edible like apples or bananas, she couldnât help but wonder..
âWas that your first time stealing?â she asked, gently.
He didnât respond, still not looking at her.
âYou have to be more careful, that officer almost caught you.â she scolded, âYou have to look around and check where the Garrison officers are before trying anything funny.â
The little boyâs head shot up. His eyes wide in shock.
âAre you hungry?â she asked.
He nodded.
She released his arm and dug into her bag. Of course, the one time it couldâve been useful she didnât have any leftovers from culinary school today.
She withdrew a handful of coins and handed it to him, âGo to a vendor and buy yourself a meal.â
The boy seemed to hesitate before silently taking the money.
âDo you have parents?â she asked.
He nodded.
âYou live with them?â
He nodded again. She couldnât help but notice he was shaking slightly.
âThey donât feed you?â she inquired.
He shook his head.
She bit her lower lip, feeling a bit bad about prying since the boy was looking more uneasy by the second. She didn't mean to keep him for long, she just wanted to make sure that he had someone to look after him.
"Where are your parents?" she asked.
A moment of silence followed. The boy merely facing downwards once more. Just as she contemplated saying something else the boy answered,
"Mommy's at work. She's always working." his voice was low, the discontent clear in his tone.
Her eyes widenedâheâd finally spoken.
Though she couldn't say she was surprised by his Mother's case. Nowadays with the price of food steeping higher since the food shortage-everyone seemed to be working more. She gestured towards the coins in his hand. In truth, sheâd given him enough money to cover several meals.
âMake sure you buy something for Mommy too then.â she murmured.
He nodded, before suddenly running away again.
Just as she shot up to her feet, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.
âOi, what do you say to someone who helped you?â
She swiftly turned around to see Levi gripping the kid by the collar with one hand. The boyâs eyes were wide with fear as he stared up at him.
The boy looked over at her, âT-thank you, miss.â
Levi released the kidâs shirt as she walked up to them. She gave Levi a lingering look before bending over to smooth out the boyâs ruffled-up shirt.
âYour welcome,â her voice was calm, âDo you know the bookstore by the market?â
The boy paused before shaking his head.
âThatâs okay. Do you know where Dr. Bernardâs office is?â
The boy nodded.
âGreat! If you keep going straight down that street youâll find a bookstore. Thatâs where I work, okay? If you see me inside you can come in and say hi. And if youâre hungry, just tell me and we can share some snacks.â
The boy stared up at her blankly.
She squeezed his shoulders, âYou better come and visit. Iâll be sad if you donât.â
The boy looked away, his voice low, âWhy.â
A slightly pained expression passed over Devonâs face before she let go of the boyâs shoulders. She couldnât blame him for questioning it, she knew her younger self wouldâve immediately been wary of an offer that sounded too good.
Her voice came out much softer than she intended, âBecause I care. I care about what happens to you.â
The kidâs head snapped up to stare at her. The boyâs eyes glittered with shock.
She offered him a small smile-quickly swallowing back the ball of emotions she felt rising in her throat.
She waved him off, âOkay, go eat now. Donât forget to get something for Mom too.â
The boy nodded, stepping backwards slowly. The kid seemed to hesitate, his eyes switching between her and Levi before lingering on Levi. Something seemed to flash in his eyes before he quickly waved Devon goodbye and scurried off. Her and Levi stood in silence, watching the kid disappear down the street.
âBrat gave me the stank eye.â he muttered.
A slight laugh escaped her, âI think he recognized you.â
He seemed to hesitate at that before turning to face her, âYou sure you want him bothering you at work.â
She sighed, âHe probably wonât come. I wouldnât have.â
She faced him, her voice unconsciously dropping lower, âI didnât think it would hurt to let him know.â
There was a look of knowing in Leviâs deep, steel gray eyes. He knew she was thinking of her younger selfâthat her younger self mightâve appreciated an offer like that. An offer of true help.
His eyes dropped to her lips.
She immediately flushed before asking, âHow are you here?â
âErwin dismissed us early.â
Her eyes lit up, âAgain? Howâd I get so unfortunate.â she teased before moving to sidle up to him.
Just as she was about to slip her arm through his, she froze. Something was off about his impassive countenance.
âWhat's wrong?â she asked immediately.
His hand slipped into hers, âLetâs go home first.â
She let him tug her along-silently letting him lead her back onto the main street, around the dispersed crowds. It was Friday so people seemed to be out and about, and in good spirits.
She suddenly stopped, her free hand clasping his wrist. He halted, glancing back at her.
âTell me.â she urged, her voice uneven, âTell me now.â
He searched her face, his gaze painstakingly gentle before squeezing her hand in his own. âWeâre two minutes away-â
âI canât breathe, Levi.â she quickly rushed out the words. It was true, the second he started to lead them home her uneasiness had grown by leaps and bounds. Her anxiety made her feel like she was going to burst. She knew she should be more patient than this but when it came to something bothering him of all peopleâshe couldnât take it.
He pulled her aside, so that they were no longer standing in the middle of the street. She slipped her hand out of his, hugging herself underneath her cloakâshe needed to stop trembling.
He watched her with a strained expression before moving to take a step towards her. Her head snapped up, the silent question clear in her eyes. He wished she would have waited a moment longerâhome was right there.Â
âIâm leaving in two days.â his voice was flat.
He saw the realization hit her like a bullet. Her eyes immediately widening before her posture gradually shrank in on itself. She looked aside. He wished they were home with a gut-wrenching intensity.
He reached towards her, but she took a step back. Her eyes were glossy when she met his gaze, âHow long?â
âThat depends.. on how the mission goes.â
âWhere are you going?â
âKaranese.â
âKaranese?â she repeated in shock.
He nodded, âWeâll be leaving Wall Rose through there.â
Her brows drew together. She opened her mouth to ask âwhyâ but froze; she was so used to not asking him about his scout duties-due to his ârulesâ-that it felt almost improper to.
He mustâve seen the question in her eyes because he went on to explain, âErwin has plans for the lands there. He thinks that land can potentially benefit us in restoring Wall Maria someday.â
Her eyes widened, âRestoring Wall MariaâIs that even possible?â
He hesitated, âNot really,â he muttered, âBut Erwinâs always thinking ahead.â
She went silent at that. Her mind racing a mile per minute. She could only imagine that the reason why they werenât attempting to utilize the land outside of Trost anymore was because it was too infested with Titans. There were rumors that the thuds of Titansâ bumping into the walls outside of Trost were more audible than before.
She shivered at the thought only to tense when she realized Levi was going into titan territory regardless.. He was going to leave Wall Rose through Karanese. He was at risk no matter what.
She swallowed. She suddenly didnât know.. she didnât know how she let him go to missions beforeâŚ
She was drawn from her thoughts when she felt Levi reach into her cloak to grab ahold of her hand again.
âLetâs go homeâ his monotone voice quieter than usual.
The second they got through the apartment door he kissed her. He kissed her with all the strength he had. He couldnât stop. He didnât want the feeling she gave him to ever end.
He kissed her as if he were trying to make up for all the kisses he wouldnât be able to give her when he was away. He kissed her as if he wanted to convey how much he cared for her through his lips. He kissed her like heâd never get the chance to again.
Because he knew thatâs how it would feel. Now that he had a taste of her lips, it was impossible-impossible-that leaving for expeditions would be the same. It was different to think of her laugh, her smile, her gestures in bits and pieces throughout the days he was away. And to replay their conversations in his mind in the darkness of the night when he couldnât sleep. Sometimes heâd dwell too hard on the moments they shared subtle touches-reminiscing in the lingering feeling her touch ignited-and his body would get carried awayâŚ
It was pathetic, he knew it was. He was pathetic when it came to her. He was a version of himself that he never thought he could be.
She meant too much to him. She brought him peace to a degree he knew he didnât deserve. He wondered how heâd gotten lucky enough to have her return his affection. He often wondered how he got her in the first place.
She brought warmth to his cold, hardened life. The kind of warmth he never wanted to lose. She filled the dark, empty spaces of his mind with something brighter.
He didnât think that was possible, not after seeing all the things he saw. Heâd accepted that no matter where he went, loss and death would follow. It seemed those kinds of things were intertwined with his fate, so he chose not to partake in fickle things like close relationships. They only resulted in someone getting hurt anyway.
It was a rule he chose to live by after he realized he always seemed to outlast everyone; everyone he cared aboutâhis family, his friends, his comrades. It seemed to be a special talent he had. A special talent he was tired as hell of but decided to utilize in honor of those he saw die selflessly before him.
Somewhere along the way, heâd begun truly to care about his comrades. That begrudging respect turned into perseverance. The kind of perseverance that made him think he could see a glimpse of the vision Erwin saw for humanity-even if Erwinâs reasons were ambiguous. Eitherway, he told himself that was enough.
He told himself heâd dedicate his strength to the Scouts vision until death welcomed him in its cold, ruthless arms.
Until he met her.
She pulled apart his tightly knit ideals at the seams. She broke all the rules heâd kept in place to protect himself and she didnât even have to try. The more he spoke to her the more intrigued he became. He denied his interest to himself more times than he could count.
Refusing to read her file when it sat at the corner of his desk because he didnât care. Only to realize his denial was futile when he saw her broken, battered body on the Infirmary bed after Carterâs work. It was then that he realized he cared. He cared too much.
It was then that he realized there was someone he couldnât let death steal from him.
The feeling was overwhelming, dangerous and selfish. It made him realize his ideals werenât nearly as firm as he wanted them to be. Not even close.
His armor was weak when it came to her. He wanted things he shouldnât want when she was near. He craved the human connection he forbade himself from. He suddenly wanted to save humanity for different reasons-for a future that awaited more than death.
This realization was enough to send him reeling. It was a train of thought he couldnât indulge. So he acted on his heart instead of his head, for once. Heâd meant to force her hand into joining the Garrison or MP routeânot have her sit pretty in his apartment.
It was twisted, really. She hated him and she had every right to. Even then, she was kind to him. Silently fixing up his wounds, leaving extra portions of food behind, never giving him an excuse to worry about the little things. Sometimes he wished sheâd be meaner to him, maybe that would dampen his feelings but she never gave him the chance.
He never dared to believe heâd get to call her his. In fact, because fate had brought her so close to him he was even more wary of acknowledging his feelings. He refused to unveil his selfish wish to her when heâd already been selfish enough. She deserved better than that.
He kept his desires to himselfâconvincing himself that he was only sticking around because she wanted him toâuntil he saw her fellow cadet mate die in his arms. Corinna, was her name. Her slight stature was all too familiar. Her background a little too close to home. It was the look on her face that jarred him the most. That glassy, pain filled sheen in her eyes that revealed just how much she didnât want to die. He almost hated himself for letting her get assigned to his squad just because he needed the numbers.
But, for some goddamn reason, all he could think about was Devon. He knew his mind was playing tricks on him because she was the first from Devonâs training corps assigned to his squad. It was a fact that his mind seemed to cling onto because he remembered her as the roommate Devon once complained about for snoring too loud. It was a nonsensical fact that somehow drove him to think of how this girl, dying in his arms, couldâve easily been Devon.
This girl, who had trained the same amount as her, shared the same room as her and chose the same career path as her, reminded him of the fate Devon couldâve shared. The thought scared him to the bone.
It was the type of dread that rendered him frozenâand he never froze on the field. He was transfixed by the deep rooted throb in his chest that spread to every muscle in his body. Heâd clung onto her limp frame with all his strength, unable to pry his eyes off of her until he heard someone call for him-reminding him where he was.
He felt guilty afterwards, for considering Corinnaâs death an affirmation of sorts. An affirmation that denying Devon entry to the scout regiment was the right decision. He knew it was his selfishness talking but it was all he was grateful for. He was grateful that heâd never have to see Devon injured like that again. He was grateful that he knew where she was. He was grateful that he got to see her live.
The second he made it to town after that expedition he knew he had to see her. He didnât even bother explaining himself to Erwin, simply dismounting his horse and using his ODM gear to get home as fast as possible.
At first he headed towards the direction of her workplace only to backtrack when he spotted her in an alleyway. He followed her home from above.
He thought seeing her up-close would lighten his need but he was proven wrong-drastically so. When she entered the apartment and rushed to him, he knew he was done for. The second she was close, his lips met hers. And there was no coming backâno coming back from the life she seeped into him.
If this was a part of living, he didnât mind.
But he did mind how her body shook slightly against his now. How her hands on his chest trembled as she kissed him back. The taste of her salty tears at the corner of her lips. He hated that he had to put her through this. His selfishness had got them here.
She broke the kiss, burying her face in his neck.
âDonât kiss me like that,â her low voice muffled by his shirt, âThis isnât goodbye. I still have two days.â
He closed his eyes, âSorry.â he murmured.
He felt her hands fist his shirt, âYouâll come to see me during then, wonât you?â The question sounded all too uncertain on her lips.
His hand running down her back went still-he turned his face towards her, âWhat the hell do you think.â Despite his words, his voice was soft.
She let out a stifled laugh, âShut up.â
They decided to proceed as normal, thatâs what he wanted anyway. He had asked her if there was anywhere she wanted to go with him before he left and she couldnât respond. How could she tell him all she wanted was him to stay?
Instead, she reversed the question on him. His answer was simple, spoken after a momentâs pause in his typical flat toneâAnywhere you are is fine by me.
His response had made her want to cry.
Everything made her want to cry. He left many times before and was bound to leave again, sheâd accepted that but⌠this time felt worseâmuch, much worse. The second he'd told her it felt like a weight had dropped in her stomach, and the weight was only getting heavier with each passing second.
She didnât want to be sad in front of him. She genuinely wanted him to enjoy their remaining time together, but.. it was hard. It was hard when all she could think about was how she was going to have the apartment to herself again. It was hard because she didnât know when heâd be backâshe didnât even know if heâd make it back.
She blinked, refocusing on the task before her. She looked to see that her hand holding the knife was shaking. Her brows furrowed as she attempted to work past the shakes by tightening her grip around the knife, only to realize that made it worse.
She inhaled unevenly before clasping her free hand around her trembling wristâsteadying herself.
She resumed cutting the carrot.
Suddenly a tear drop hit the cutting boardâmaking her freeze. She blinked-another tear falling from her eyelashes. She stared as the tear drops seeped into the cutting board, creating small dark circles in the wood.
She wanted to push it awayâignore the emotions she was feeling. She wanted to ignore the way her body felt like it was being squeezed at the center, suctioned inside out. She wanted to ignore the way her ribs ached, as if holding together the weight of her core was too much.
More tears silently slipped down her face, and she didnât realize until a hand swiftly removed the knife from her hands and set it down on the cutting board.
She belatedly hid her shaky hands behind herself.
âS-sorry.â she muttered, not looking at him.
âDevon.â
She turned away from him, pretending to rearrange the other ingredients on the counter while discreetly wiping her tears with her shoulder.
âDevon.â he repeated.
She picked up a few vegetables she hadnât cut up yet, âYes?â
âYou donât have to cook.â
She didnât look at him when she moved past him, back to the cutting board, âWhat are you talking about? I have to make dinner.â
âNo, you donât.â
She laid out the other vegetables on the cutting board, âYes, I do.â
Just as she reached for the knife, he grabbed her wristâforcing her to meet his gaze.
âNo the hell you donât.â he grit out, âYou canât even hold a goddamn knife straight.â
Her eyes widened before her eyes immediately watered. She wrenched her hand out of his grasp and turned her back to him.
âWait-â his voice was low, somewhat frustrated-in a way that seemed to be directed at himself, âThatâs not what I meant. I-Iâm sorry.â
âNo,â her voice cracked, âYouâre right. I-I canâtââ
She closed her eyes, forcing her tears back. She felt like there was a block in her throat, making it very hard for her to talk.
She hung her head, squeezing her eyelids shut tighter, âI donât know what to do, Levi.â she whispered.
The second his hands made contact with her sides, she covered her face with her handsâthe dam of tears breaking loose. His chest against her back the only thing keeping her upright as he wound his arms around her.
He dug his face into her neck, his arms around her waist so firm she wouldâve stopped breathing if she wasnât sobbing. He held her tightly against himself, as if inadvertently trying to dispel the weight within her ribs as she cried.
She wished she was stronger, so she wouldnât have to do this to him. So she could support him the way she wanted to-because she truly did-but it hurt. She couldnât seem to find it in herself to stop crying. The tears felt endless.
Sheâd gotten too spoiled. She was too used to his touch, to his voice, his presence. She didnât want to go a day without it, without him.
âIâm sorry, Devon.â his low voice was muffled by her hair. But it wasnât monotonous enough for her to miss the undercurrent of self-hatred embedded in his tone.
She breathed in raggedly-trying to think past the tears. She wanted to tell him he didnât need to apologizeâthat she didnât want him to apologize. But her voice came out too smallâ
âLevi-â
His arms around her tightened more somehow, completely drawing her frame into hisâas if trying to merge her body into his own. The strength in his arms made her gasp slightly; she felt the muscles in his arms contract as he didnât let go.
âIâm sorry.â he whispered once again, feeling sick.
Heâd known there was a possibility of this-of leaving being much harder if their relationship were to change. It was one of the many reasons why he convinced himself keeping his feelings to himself was the best course of action, and yet here they were. His selfishness had brought them here.
He had told her he never wanted to be the reason she was hurting and yet, thatâs all he seemed to do.
Heâd never seen her cry. She didnât even cry when recounting the atrocities of her past. But somehow, here she was, crying over him.
He wasnât worth it.
She shifted in the tight-hold of his arms, turning slightly towards him. Her fingers slipped into his hair, gently drawing his face out of the warmth of her neck. Her strawberry scent lingering in the air between them.
Her hand slid down to cup the side of his face, her red-rimmed eyes searching his face. Her face shone in places where her tears had trailed down seconds ago. Her gaze was so gentle, he thought he might shatter.
âYouâre gonna come back.â she affirmed, so quietly that he wouldnât have heard if he hadnât been so close.
He wouldâeven if he died trying.
âIâll be waiting,â her voice wavered, âDonât make my patience go to waste.â
He was quiet for a moment, simply staring at her.
What did I do to earn her?
âC-come back to me first thing.. just like last time.â she continued lowly.
He forced himself to focus on her words, instead of the overwhelming need he felt to kiss her. He knew once he started, itâd be hard for him to stop.
âJust like last time,â he muttered, âODM gear and all?â
He watched a small smile bloom across her lips, her eyes gazing off elsewhere-as if replaying the memory. The spark that lit her eyes made his insides swarm with warmth. The desire to kiss her seared through him at a thousandfold.
Before he could act, she dropped her hand from his faceâlooking away to hide her blush.
âI wouldnât mind..â she murmured. He had looked really good in ODM gear after all.
âYeah?â His brows furrowed, âWhatâs that tone.â
âNothing.â she answered, a little too quickly.
âThen why canât you look at me.â
She pulled at his arms around her, âBecause I need to goââ
He only held her tighter, âYou donât need to go anywhere.â
She laughed lightly as he nuzzled his face into her neck again, âLevi!â she wriggled in his hold, her smile widening. âLet me go.â
His words were muffled by her hair, âNot happening-not til you explain yourself.â
âExplain what.â
âI wouldnât mind.â he repeated her words-in an overtly suggestive tone that she didnât use.
âI didnât say it like that!â she shot back, blazing red.
She bit her lower lip, trying to think past his nose trailing her jaw.
âFine, but you were thinking something.â
She had to distract him-she wasn't ready to admit that she liked seeing him in uniform just yet.
âI-I was.â she admitted, instantly blushing when she felt him go still beside her.
She pushed at his arms, âBut Iâll only tell you after we grab some food. Iâm hungry.â
He seemed to hesitate before finally letting his arms drop from around her. She quickly stepped away from him.
He already missed her warmth but he kept his desire to himself as he watched her take off her apron. He didnât miss the soft blush decorating her cheeks.
âIâll hold you to that.â
She never told him.
He glanced down at her head resting on his lap. Her dark hair splayed out on his thighs. She had fallen asleep on him.Â
She had eaten well-heartily, as she always does. She'd picked out the food spot as well so she'd been rather excited about it. She was able to name every ingredient within the stew simply from one spoonful. He mocked her for it but he adored every single second.
They had decided to walk around a bit after, only arriving home half an hour ago. They settled into the couch for the night, intending to read together as they sometimes did-but it seemed she had other plans.
He lowered the book in his hand, only to move his free hand over her head. He wanted to brush away a few strands of her hair thatâd fallen over her face but suddenly went still. His fingertips hovering over her forehead.
He didnât want to wake her.
His silver eyes raked over her features once more. She looked so at peace.. heâd never seen her asleep up-close like this.
He didnât even remember how she got here. Sheâd been reading with her back pressed to his arm at first. Then her head leaning against his shoulder, legs half-way bent over his. Then it seemed her head had made its way down to his lap, her head resting on his thigh as she read with her book propped against her bent legs.
Now, she was asleep.
He placed his book down silently. His fingers over her forehead lowering ever so slightly-giving into his instinct to touch her. He brushed away the strands with his fingertips before gently settling his hand into her hair.
She was so pretty he didnât know how he thought he could ignore her after first laying his eyes on her.
He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, wondering how he was going to go on without seeing her. He looked forward to her more than she knew. Sheâd become the light of his days.
It scared him sometimes-how much he cared for her. He hadnât felt this strongly about anything in years. In fact, he hardly felt anything at allâemotionally anyway.
Of course, he cared about his tasks as Captain. He never took the job lightly-it was impossible to. But-aside from his daily rituals-he rarely did much in his personal life. He enjoyed his alone time but this⌠this was different. This was something he knew he was going to ache for when he was away.
She stirred, her neck arching slightly-leaning into his hand before laying still. A soft, content sigh leaving her lips.
He immediately went still before smiling subtly in realization.
You like that?
He slipped his fingers through her hair once-more, letting his fingertips glide through more strands than before. He wasnât surprised now that he thought about it. He always liked it whenever she touched his hair..
His mind wandered to a memory of her hands at his nape, their lips locked-on this very couch.
âIâm gonna head to bed.â she spoke through a yawn.
He glanced over to watch her stand up from the couch. She stretched out her arms before reaching towards the coffee table to grab her empty mug. Just as she bent over, he dropped his pen onto his open notebook and reached for herâtugging her back down.
She gasped as she fell back onto the couch, beside him. A look of obvious frustration on her features as she opened her mouth to complain but suddenly froze when she met his gaze. Her mouth gradually closed the longer she looked at himâa bright flush spreading across her cheeks.
He couldnât ignore the rush of electricity skimming up his spine. He liked that she knew what he wanted.
He leaned towards her, gently pressing his lips to hers. That familiar warm sensation sweeping underneath his skin as they shared a few soft pecks. Each peck followed by another because he couldnât ever get enough. He held her lips a little longerâtilting his head so he could kiss her more.
Just as he caught himself leaning further into her-he stopped, gently withdrawing his lips from hers. He had a bad habit of getting carried away easily; a habit that he was trying to tame-for her sake. But one look at her made him realize he wasnât the only one breathless.
Her face was more flushed than before, her lips slightly parted. He couldnât help but notice the subtle rise and fall of her collarbones against her skin as she tried to catch her breath. His eyes flickered back to hers and suddenly any resolve to hold back slipped away.
His hand found the back of her thigh, easily yanking her towards him. Her hands instinctively went to his shoulders to balance herself. Just as she let out a little sound of surprise-he caught her lips, kissing her with a bruising need. His skin buzzed with satisfaction when he felt her hands slip up his nape, her fingertips in his hair. The kiss only growing more intense when her hold tightenedâ
He was pulled from his thoughts when she stirred on his thigh once-more. She turned her back to him, changing her position in her sleep.
He glanced down, only to freeze. Fuck.
There-at his groin-stood out a pointed tent. It throbbed uncomfortablyâhis cock pressing against his pants at a rather bad angle.
He wanted to readjust himself but she was right there. It felt wrong to even be hard with her like this.
He tensed, inadvertently flexing his thighs. She stirred once more, her eyes fluttering open slightly at the sensation. She reached over to fluff her pillow only to grasp something hard.
Her eyes shot open, turning to see that her hand was over Leviâs knee. She glanced around before realizing she was in the living room. She swiftly turned over to see Levi staring down at her, flushed.
She blinked slowly, still a bit groggy. Am I dreaming?
âYou awake.â he spoke, his voice somewhat taut.
Her eyes widened when she realized this was very much real.
âShit.â she propped herself up on her elbows, her book sliding off her stomach and hitting the floor in the process. Suddenly everything came back to her.
âI fell asleep.â she murmured.
âY-yeah.â
Her brows furrowed before slightly turning to her side, facing him. His silver eyes met hers and his jaw imperceptibly clenched. Something about the way she looked up at him was indescribably attractive.
Can she stop looking pretty for one goddamn second?
She tilted her head, unable to decipher his expression, âYou.. didnât wake me up?â
âWhy would I.â
She searched his face, âArenât you tired?â
He paused before shaking his head.
âIâm gonna make you tea-â Just as she rose to do exactly that, his hand clasped around her shoulder.
âNo. Just go to bed. Itâs late.â
She frowned subtly, âBut I want you to sleep too.â
His hand slipped over the side of her face, a touch of softness in his eyes, âI will,â he muttered, attempting to reassure her despite his flat tone, âI just need some time.â
She was quiet for a moment, assessing him somewhat haphazardly-since she was still sleepy-before cupping his hand over her face.
âOkay.â she murmured before slowly sitting up.
He watched her stand, his eyes never leaving her slim frame as she wandered back to her room.
Once the door closed behind her, he let out a sigh. Partly out of relief-because she hadnât noticed his hard on-but mainly because heâd have to wait to see her again. And in two days, the wait would be much longer..
Devon entered her bedroom, holding the towel around herself with one arm. She stood in front of the vanity, searching for her hairbrush.
Once she found the brush, she raised it to her hair-only to freeze when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her damp brown hair went down past her breasts, itâd grown out longer than she intended. Her eyes lingered on her shoulders and collarbones. An imperceptible frown gracing her lips when she noticed they seemed to protrude a bit more.
Her gaze flickered upto her eyes and swallowed. Her eyes were puffy, vacant and.. sad. Her body always always reflected her moodâshe wished it didnât. She didnât need to be reminded how easily her emotions affected her physicality.
She hated how her health had declined ever since two days agoâever since heâd told her he was leaving. It was all she could think about, obsessively so. It made her heart ache and chest tighten everytime she thought about it. So-in order to combat this-she forced herself to keep her mind occupied.
The day before, she extended her work shift at the bookstore. She worked so assiduously that she forgot to take a break and missed eating the lunch she packed. Even Larsa had asked if she was okay after noticing that she had done triple the amount of her typical workload in one shift.
Sheâd been so tired when she got home, she fell asleep right on the couch. When she awoke the following morning on her bed, a pang of guilt resounded through her. Levi mustâve come home when she was asleep. Sheâd been too tired to give him any attention, wasting away the already dwindling time they had together.
Now, today was their last day together. She didnât get to see him in the morning because she woke up late-despite telling herself that she would get up early just to send him off to work. But, she was barely able to send herself off to work because she woke up ten minutes before her shift started. Sheâd nearly flung out of the apartment, forgetting to eat breakfast or pack lunch.
By the time she got home after work and culinary class, sheâd wanted to nap but refused. She didnât want to miss seeing Levi in case he came home early. Instead, she threw herself into meal prepping for the week. Still not eating a single meal herself-simply because she âwasnât hungry'. Just as she wrapped up and decided to shower, Levi came home.
He greeted her with a deep, spine-tingling kiss that left her lips bruised and body shivering. After she recovered her breath, she told him that sheâd join him after she showered.
She sighed as she ran the brush through her hair, trying not to dwell too long on how she looked despite staring at herself in the vanity mirror. She was glad Levi hadnât noticedâor at least hadnât commented on it. She wasnât sure if she could handle it.
She set down the brush before moving all of her hair over one shoulder. She began to braid it, only to freeze when she saw the bedroom door close in the mirror. The sound of the doorâs locking mechanism echoed.
She swiveled around to see Levi standing beside the door, his steel-gray eyes dark as he met her gaze. His expression closed.
Her heart stopped. He never came into her room at night. He was supposed to be waiting for her in the living room.. Her eyes widened in realization. I left my room door open.
It was the only plausible answer-she wouldâve heard him enter if the door had been closed previously.
If I leave my room door open.. at night.. that means Iâm ready.
Her raspily spoken promise echoed within her mind. She suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Everything seemed to move in slow motionâhis hand slipped away from the doorknob and he began to walk up to her. Her throat grew tight with each step he took.
Each step was deliberate, purposefully slow. His narrow, gray eyes never leaving hers. He didnât stop until he stood directly before her.
He stood close enough that his familiar clean yet musky, cedarwood and eucalyptus scent wafted over herâbut instead of eliciting the sense of comfort it typically derived within her, his scent awoke something different altogether. She felt hypnotized. She couldnât look away from him.
Her hand holding her towel to her chest tightened ever so slightly. His steely eyes dropped to her chest, immediately noting the slight action.
She couldnât find it in herself to speak.
Her breath caught when she suddenly felt his hand slide around her nape, his fingers sifting gently through her damp hair. He carefully dragged his fingers down the length of her hair, she belatedly realized that he was undoing her roughly done braid.
His dress-shirt clad arm grazed her bare arm as he pulled apart her braid with a swift yet precise downward stroke of his fingers. The sensation made her shiver.
Their faces were so close, she couldnât look him in the eye. She was afraid to move.
She felt his eyes on her when he pressed the flat of his palm to her lower back, drawing her closer. Their bodies were so nearâonly an infinitesimal amount of space between them. Her cheek brushed against his jaw, causing heat to scatter from where they made contact.
She resisted the urge to shiver when he dragged his palm up her spine, over her towelâhis hand stopped at the center of shoulder blades, resting over the towel's edge.
She felt the weight of his gaze on her as his jaw skimmed her once more, his nose grazing her cheekboneâan indescribable magnetism keeping the air charged between them. She felt an odd urge to hold her breath.
Then suddenly, his finger hooked into her towel and with one swift motion the towel loosened and fell into a heap at her ankles. She gasped, instinctively stepping back.
She stood completely bare before him. Her heart ricocheting within her body as she realizedâthis was the first time she was fully naked in front of someone. She felt vulnerableâexposed.
But his eyes didnât make her feel that way.
She didnât need to look at him to feel the weight of his gaze on her bodyâbut she couldnât help it. She watched his eyes take in her figure, starting at her pronounced collarbones to her chest then her stomach, hips and legs. She felt her body go warm wherever he stared. His eyes were so sharp-so attentive-his gaze wouldâve felt calculative if his eyes didnât flutter and a faint blush didn't appear on his cheeks. His half-lidded eyes were the epitome of lust, the silver in his eyes murky and wanting.
Her stomach tightened, as if trying to dispel the bundle of nerves in her gut. Despite how exposed she felt, his eyes made her feel like she was the rarest treasure. He looked at her as if she was the most valuable thing in the world.
But the adoration peeking through the lust switched to something else within seconds-switched to something much, much darker. It felt as if the weight of his gaze had become twice as heavy, making goosebumps break across her skin and her nipples harden. The air around her seemed to close in on her as she realized-with daunting clarity-what that look wasâpossession.
She felt a bolt of electricity lick up her spine when he took a step towards her. Just as his fingertips scraped her hip, she grasped his forearm.
âW-wait,â she managed to choke out in a low whisper.
She faced him, her eyes searching his face. She didnât realize she was almost checking to see if there was a flicker of impatience or annoyanceâbut there was none. His gaze was weighted, burning with something so intense it was hard to look at for too long. His jaw was locked.
She forced herself to uphold his gaze, âI.. I want to undress you too.â
His eyes seemed to widen imperceptibly before his forearm dropped from her hand to his side. Her eyes flickered up to his-a bit unsure. She wondered if this was resignation or forbearance on his part. She shouldâve known it was the latter.
She reached the collar of his shirt, trying her best not to tremble too hard when she undid each button. It was hard to focus with him so closeâhis impenetrable eyes and bated breath too near.
Her hands grew unsteady at the last button, right above his groin. She shivered when she felt his breath waver beside her ear. The heat of his breath scattered down her neckâmaking her skin warm up when she realized just how heedy he was of her touch.
She quickly undid the button best she could. When he saw her reach towards his shoulders to pull down his sleeves, he was eager to help her. Easily shifting out of the shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
Her eyes ran down his shirtless frame. Sheâd seen him shirtless before but this was different. She never got to openly admire himânot like this. His narrow, tautly wired build was still rigid with muscle, not an ounce of softness to him. Scars marked various parts of his skin-some more faint than others. Her eyes dropped to one of the more prominent pigmented scars, the one along his navel. She remembered patching that one up months ago.
She placed her slightly trembling hand at his sternum, her fingertips grazing his firm pecs as she moved her hand along his chest. She felt him subtly jolt at the action-as if he hadnât expected her to touch him.
She glanced over to see him facing down-his black hair covering his eyes. She didnât miss the outline of his clenched jaw or the subtle swipe of color creeping along his cheeks.
She wanted to touch him, so she did. She moved her hand delicately along his skin-not wanting to startle him. She felt oddly at comfort touching him, as if she were exploring more of him. Some of his scars were flat, while others seemed to protrude slightly against her palm.
His biceps were strong and hard, just from one skim of her fingers she didnât doubt the strength within them. Prominent green veins ran down his pale arms; she touched a trail of one down to his elbow.
His whole body was tense-she knew it was. From the set of his shoulders to the tension she felt brewing under skin. He wasnât used to being touched. She didnât dare allow herself to believe she was the first.
Her hand trailed from his elbow to his core; to the tightly compact skin of abs, where he was the most tense. His skin was more pale here, it almost felt more delicate. But she wasnât a fool, there was no gentleness in the hard muscles of his abdomen. This was a soldierâs body. A man whoâs seen and done too much. The only man she wanted.
She could feel the tension coiled in his skin the lower she drew her shaky hand. Her fingers slowly ran down the center line of his absâmoving tantalizingly slow when she brushed past his belly button.
Suddenly her hand stopped, hovering right over his navel when she realized just how much restraint he was practicing.
Sheâd been ignoring it, but the silent hum of pressure against his skin was nearly palpable. Her breath came out staggered as she felt the weight of the air around her. The closed urgencyâhis need.
She felt like she was touching a ticking time bomb.
She heard him let out a low, strained breath. Her eyes dropping to the waistline of his pants when she saw his deep v-lines protrude more, and the veins along his lower navel become more prominent.
She gasped when she was suddenly flung onto the bed by forceful hands on her hips. All the restraint thrumming under his skin was nowhere to be seen by the way he grabbed her legs and pulled her thighs apart to stand between them.
She jolted, reaching out to slip her hands over his shoulders to his napeâdrawing his face close. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face wildly as she whispered-hurriedly.
âPlease, b-be gentle with me.â
His silver eyes transformed from wanting to molten. Ends of his pitch black hair scraped her forehead as he gave her face a slow once-over.
Her heartbeat sky-rocketed at how handsome he looked over her. Even this close, she couldnât find one imperfection in his face.
He released her hips and pressed his hands to the bed beside her headâenclosing her in his arms. He kissed her so hard, she wanted to sob. His passion was incontestable, she wanted to drown in it.
His mouth moved against hers in that familiar way, making her body light up to a different degreeâ making her skin burn for something more. Her hands pulled at his hair, urging him closer.
She cried out when he palmed her breast, needilyâthe sensation all too new. His lips were still relentless, desperate on hers. She gasped against his lips when he squeezed her breasts harder. His hips bucked into hers-his clothed groin pressing against her warmth.
He broke the kiss and ran his sharp eyes over her face and body-as if trying to memorize her. His grey eyes burned with black fire as he slipped his arm around lower back, hoisting her further up the bed.
She watched him stand from the bed. He unbuckled his belt, tossing it to the floor as he undressed himself til he was bare. She subconsciously closed her legs as she stared at his fully erect cock hanging between his legs. Itâs leaking tip touched his navel as he bent over slightly to remove his pants. It was thick, veins running along its sides as it protruded outwardsâseeking attention.
She flushed brightly when he met her eyes. He grabbed his cock, giving it a firm stroke before wiping away the white substance at its head.
He climbed over the bed, making his way over her. He kept an arm propped beside her head while gently sliding his other hand along her inner thigh to spread her legs open.
She complied, her heart racing as she felt his firm thighs against the back of hersâholding her legs wide open.
She shivered when she felt his lips scrape the outside of her ear. Her hands went to his biceps, her eyes searching his face.
His silver eyes instantly met hers and he mustâve seen something because he leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to her lips.
His hand underneath her knee pulled her up slightly as he kissed her. Her cunt grazed the tip of his cock and he hissed. She gasped at the sensation it elicited.
Her hands slid up his biceps to his shoulders, gripping tightly.
âLevi-â she rasped out.
His arm beside her head moved closer, his hand slipping into her hairâpressing into the side of her face. His thumb ran along cheek.
âSâokay,â his deep voice rumbled.
He pressed his forehead to hers, âIâll-Iâll be slow,â he stuttered out, âTell meâtell me when to stop.â
She stared up into his eyes. His eyes glimmered-like the of rough surfaces of obsidian-in the dark. To others he might've been inscrutable, but his eyes felt like home to her. She realized-with a low sweeping sensation in her stomach-that she trusted him. She trusted him with her all.
Her hands slid around either side of his neck as she nodded.
He didnât remove his eyes from her when he let go of her thigh to grip his cock and angle it so that his tip rested at her entrance. She jolted at the shot of heat that ignited from her core.
His sharp eyes turned black before he closed his eyes. He inhaled raggedly before locking his jaw. She felt his shoulders flex with restraint as he slowly pressed his hips into her.
She let out a small cry, her back arching slowly at the unfamiliarity of the sensation. His cock was warm-and hard, so hard-as it pushed into her. She felt her legs tremble slightly around him.
He went still. His hand at the side of her face slipped to the crown of her head, gripping a handful of her hair in a fist as he breathed out a haggard breath.
âHowâs that.â his voice was taut.
Her eyes flitted over his tense expression before nodding. Her hands at his neck twitched nervously.
She closed her eyes when she felt his hips shift againâtrying to prepare herself. She felt his cock disappear from within her only to force itself back in deeper.
âAh!â she cried out, tears biting the corner of her eyes as her breath came out staggered. That hurt.
âShit, sorry-â he gritted out. He shook his head before scanning her face worriedly.
He kissed a tear that seemed to escape from the corner of her eye, âIâll be slower.â he murmured-voice strained.
She closed her eyes when he glanced down between them. She wasnât the only one trembling, she felt the slight tremors of tension knotting and unknotting under his skin. She knew he was trying to be as patient as he could with her, she wanted to do this for him.
She bit her lower lip, trying not to cry out when she felt his cock slowly press deeper into her. It felt as if he were pushing through something he shouldnâtâas if he were trying to make room somewhere that was too tight but he kept insistingâmaking room for himself in her.
She gasped-unable to take the pain and the low flickering sensation of heat building up in her insides, making her wetter. She felt filled enough but he still seemed have more-how, oh lord, howâ
Her eyes shot open, âWait-wait-â
He went still, exhaling breathlessly as he stared down at her.
Her eyes fluttered as she wriggled her hips upwards slightly-thinking it might alleviate the pain. The sensation of having something within her all too foreign. She felt his cock slide against her walls.
He hissed, âDonât do that.â
She felt his thighs and shoulders flex. Imperceptible waves of self-restraint rolling off of him.
She gasped slightly when she felt his cock throb within herâher insides instinctively clamped around him.
His breath seemed to disappear and suddenly his cock was gone from within her. Her eyes opened wide to see that his expression was hard.
âDo you want me to be gentle.â
She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from his deep silver ones.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his hand fisting the hair at the crown of her head. âThen donât make this hard for me.â he spoke raggedly.
She held onto his neck tighter-her eyes flitting between each of his as her thumbs stroked ahis defined jaw.
âS-â his lips cut her off before she could finish her apology. The kiss was fierce, hungry, unrestrainedâsuddenly he plunged his cock into her at the same depth as before.
She whimpered under his lips. The pain made her fingers curl into his skinâher nails making crescent shaped marks in his back.
He broke the kiss, staring down at her intently as he withdrew his hips slightly-not fully removing his cock from within her.
His expression was strained, âThis is gonna hurt.â
Her eyes widened before she completely wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to hide her face in his shoulder. Her hands shook subtly in his hair as her knees drew her legs closer around his hips-inadvertently pushing his cock slightly deeper. His jaw clenched.
âOkay.â she rasped out, only to lose any sense of coherent thought a second later.
He drove the full length of his cock inside in her one detrimental sweep. She screamed-unprepared despite the warning. She threw her head back, back arching against the bed as her tits pressed into his firm chest. His body a rigid weight against her trembling, writhing formâkeeping her pinned under him.
Her insides clung to himâsqueezing him unbearably tight. A deep moan escaped his lips, traveling down the cusp of her ear to every nerve in her body.
His hand at the crown of her head fisted her hair. His other hand simultaneously sliding around her arched her back, slipping over her ass to further press himself into her cunt. She gasped out, wincing.
Her arms shook around him as she hugged him tightly, her wrapped legs around his back keeping him close. Her breath was weak and uneven as she tried to think past the painâwanting to give him her all.
She lifted her hips slightlyâher cunt tightening further around his cock at the action. His cock made her feel so full. She never thought she could feel like this. Underneath the aftershocks of pain, there was this indiscernible sensation that sparked deep below her abdomen-making her skin tingle and breath hot. It felt like something was suspended inside of her, waiting to come apart.
His hips bucked into her, and a staggered cry left her lips. She felt her insides reflexively squeeze around him and before she knew it, another low, guttural moan was ripped from his throat and she felt his cock twitch in her depths.
Suddenly he straightened, easily unraveling himself from her wrapped arms to pull back his hips. He pulled his cock out a second before spurts of his cum began to pour from his tip. She stared-stunned-as his cock twitched, continuing to spurt out thick, white liquid over her stomach until his cock went still.
Her eyes flickered up to see that his face was flushed, almost glowing in a way sheâd never seen before. She stared, watching his sweaty body gleam as he breathed coarsely, his abs hardening with each inhale. The strands of his dark hair that werenât pasted to his forehead swayed as he looked down at her.
She swallowed, her heart scrambling into different directions at his gaze. She couldnât describe the pull she always felt with himâas if the atoms in the air were pulling them together, as if being skin to skin wasnât enough.
She sharply turned her face away, drawing in the shaky breath his eyes had chased away. She could relax now, he had finished. The feeling of his warm cum on her stomach was proof.
She jolted slightly when she felt him bend over her once-more. His silver eyes unreadable as he propped his arm beside her head again.
Her legs jolted sensitively when she felt him rub the tip of his cock against her inner thigh-wiping away the last bead of his cum, before driving the full-length of his cock deep into her cunt in one stroke.
She yelled out-her cunt convulsing around him from the pain. The underlying shocks of pleasure that scattered within her surprised her. Her hands went to his chest as she attempted to even out her breathing.
Her expression was strained as she looked up at him, âL-Levi, what are you doing?â
Both of his arms were propped beside her head now. One hand grasped the hair above her head in a loose fist, while the other pressed into the side of her faceâhis thumb grazing her panting lips.
His eyes were unrelenting in the dark, âIâm not done with you.â
A loud gasp left her lips when she felt him press his hips further into her.
She groaned, âLevi..â her hands spasmed across his chest before gripping his shoulders tightly.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice jagged, âHow could I be? After everything you do to me..â
Her cunt squeezed around him and he hissed. His cock bucking into her, âNeed tâgive this cunt what it deserves.â
Before he could start, her hand went to his throat, âWait-wait-I-I donât know if Iâm made for this.â she stuttered out, saying the first words that came to mind.
His dark, barely constrained eyes studied her. She felt his cock twitch inside of her and shivered.
âThen why do you feel like youâre made for me.â
His quiet words washed over her skin, making something churn in her gut. Her hands slid over his jaw and cupped his face, she leaned up to kiss him.
Then she was at his mercy.
He kissed her so hard she was crushed against the sheets. His cock pistoned in and out of her at a pace brutal enough to make her see stars.
The pain was immense, but the rising sensation she felt rising underneath her skin was indescribable. Sheâd never felt anything like it. It made her insides clamp desperately around his cock every time he slammed into her.
She broke the kiss, arching her neck back as her body trembled under his unforgiving pace. She couldnât breathe. She couldnât think.
It felt inhumane, animalistic, and otherworldly. He fucked her in a way that didn't think humanly possible-so fast, deep and powerful. It was almost as if he were proving to her that no one else could make her feel like this-branding it within her insides.
His hunger poured through the strength of his merciless thrusts. Any restraint heâd kept before was long gone. His hand fisted her hair, keeping her neck arched as he bit at the sensitive skin underneath her jaw. His teeth marking as much of her as he desiredâhe didnât slow down.
Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes as his pace picked up. She didnât think that was possible-but his strength-she felt it thrumming boundlessly in his skin. She swore his cock had grown in size.
She couldnât take it. Loud cries left her lips with each body bending fuck. Her arms aching from how tightly she held onto his shoulders. His breaths were short, hot and sharp and beside her throat. His cock throbbed within her.
Suddenly one harsh thrust touched her too deepâdeep enough to make her shatter. Her head flung backwards. She didnât know if she was moaning or screaming but she felt a pleasure so blinding her body buckled underneath his.
The lewd sounds of their sex and the headboard hitting the wall became white noise. Wave after wave of pleasure unfurled at every point of her bodyâconsuming all of her. His relentless pace powering through her, letting the fire brewing within her peak to a devastating degree.
And her mind went blank.
âHave you ate at all today?â
She froze, her hand tightening over the sheets, âNo.â she admitted.
She felt Leviâs razor-sharp eyes bore into the side of her head but she refused to meet his gaze. She knew the confession would upset him.
âThat explains it.â Dr. Bernard spoke calmly before reaching into his bag and handing her a banana.
She hesitated a moment before taking it.
âPlease, eat,â he urged, âItâs no wonder you went unconscious after that much strenuous activity.â Dr. Bernard shot Levi a disappointed look.
Levi didnât meet his eyes. He wore a plain black tee since she currently wore the dress-shirt heâd been wearing earlier.
Dr. Bernard stood up, re-adjusting his glasses, âI suppose that concludes our time together. Please, miss, I implore you to not miss your meals. Food is our fuel.â
His eyes narrowed as he turned to Levi, âAnd I implore you to practice more restraint.â
A faint blush bloomed on Leviâs cheeks as his eyes hardened, but he-surprisingly-said nothing. Instead he straightened from his perch against the wall, letting his folded arms drop to his sides as he motioned towards the door.
âIâll walk you out.â his tone clipped.
Dr. Bernard merely sighed. He turned to give Devon a nod in goodbye before walking out of the room. Just as Levi turned to follow him, he stopped in his tracks.
He glanced over his shoulder to see her struggling with peeling the banana, her wrists wobbling slightly.
He grit his teeth before hastily turning to her and snatching the banana from her hands. He deftly peeled its sides before handing it to her.
She stared up at him for a moment before taking it from him. She knew heâd be mad at her for skipping her meals but it still surprised her.
She waited for some scolding remark but none cameâinstead he was terse, âHow do you feel.â
Sheâd awoken in the middle of Dr. Bernard examining her so it was only natural for him to want to know. But.. how could she answer that question?
She supposed Dr. Bernard was right in some aspect. She had been feeling a bit lightheaded throughout the day but the only reason why sheâd passed out was because of him; that overwhelming sense of pleasure he elicited in her body.
Her throat went dry before her eyes flitted up to him.
âH-how did you do that?â her voice felt low and hoarse to her ears.
His thin brows furrowed, âWhat.â
Her legs inadvertently squeezed together under the sheets-his eyes followed the action.
She swallowed, âHow did you make me feel like that?â
His eyes widened-black fire inflaming within his stare-before he was on her. He bent over her, one hand planted to the headboard while his other hand crept up her knee to her inner thigh, over the blanket.
She shivered, leaning back into the headboard as he cornered her.
His crystalline eyes never left hers, âHowâd I make you feel.â his low voice made her heartbeat go off at an erratic rate.
Her throat tightened before losing all train of thought when his hand lightly squeezed her inner thigh. A short gasp leaving her lips as her body jolted. The sharp sense of pain that shot through her was distinct, making her cunt squeeze inwards reflexively. Her insides throbbed, clutching at broken pieces of bliss that she'd felt before.
She glanced down at her now open legs. Last she remembered, she'd mentally instructed herself to squeeze her legs together-to stop his wandering hand, not spread herself wider for him.
Suddenly Dr. Bernard called out from the living room, âGuess Iâll just walk myself out then!â
Levi suddenly wrenched himself away from her-as if having completely forgotten someone else was in the apartment. To be fair, she had too.
âIâll be back.â he muttered before swiftly exiting the room, shutting the door behind himself.
Her eyes widened when she saw the rumpled pile of sheets stuffed behind the doorâan obvious red stain on the old sheets. I bled.. that much? She stared at the stain, feeling a bit unnerved. She hadn't even realized that she bled in the first place.
She glanced down, just noticing that the sheets on the bed were were different than the ones used during their.. sex, he mustâve hastily replaced them before grabbing the Doctor.
She touched her lower belly, belatedly realizing that the cum thatâd been there moments ago was gone as well. He was always so particular about his cleanliness⌠only to fuck like that. She couldnât quite wrap her head around it.
She swallowed, a wave of exhaustion hitting her. She took a few bites from the banana before laying down.
She thought she distantly heard the familiar low intonation of Leviâs voice speaking to Dr. Bernard. She pulled the sheets up to her shoulders-willingly succumbing to the pull of sleep wafting over her. Her last fleeting thought beingâwhenâs he going to come back?
Unfortunately, it would be a while.
a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHNSUFBiebijnadsnfuild :)
#levi#levi heichou#levi headcanons#levi aot#levi attack on titan#levi ackerman#levi angst#attack on titan#aot#levi x reader#levi x oc#levi scenarios#aot fanfiction#levi fanfic#levi ship#levi fluff#captain levi#attack on titan smut#attack on titan hot#levi smut#attack on titan scenarios#levi x fem!reader#levi imagine#levi x y/n#levi x you#levi hcs#levi hot#aot smut#levi x mc#levi drabble
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I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
BxB Only
Spy x Family:
Loid Forger [me] x Male Oc
DC:
My oc [me] x Nightwing
Demon Slayer:
Uzui Tengen [me] x Rengoku or male oc
Marvel:
My Oc [me] x Captain America
Code Vein:
Louis, Yakumo [me] x Male Character
Jujutsu Kaisen ship:
Toji Fushiguro [me] x Satoru Gojo or Yuji
Touken Ranbu: [Dead Fandom]
My oc [me] x Touken ranbu character
Final Fantasy VII Ship:
Zack fair [me] x Cloud Strife
Resident Evil Ship:
Chris Redfield RE5 appearance x Leon Kennedy Re4 remake appearance [me]
Fate Ship:
Achilles, Beowulf, Napoleon, Gilgamesh [me] x your oc master
Kingdom hearts:
Riku [me] x Sora
Genshin Impact:
Alhaitham [me] x male Oc
Attack On Titan Ship:
Eren Yeager season 4 [me] x Levi Ackerman
Dragon Balls Z:
My oc [me] x Son Goku or Adult Trunk
Fire Emblem Three Houses Ship:
Male Byleth [me] x Dimitri
Male Byleth x Claude
Male Byleth x Sylvain
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#eighteen and over#spy x family#spy x family roleplay#spy x family rp#dc#dc roleplay#dc rp#demon slayer#demon slayer roleplay#demon slayer rp#marvel#code vein#jjk#touken ranbu#ffvii
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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 (â Â â ęâ á´â ęâ )
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 Ă 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! (â ďžâ ââ ăŽâ ââ )â ďžâ *â .â â§
#aot#aot roleplay#aot rp#fandom roleplay#fandom rp#attack on titan roleplay#attack on titan#rp#roleplay#anime roleplay
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I have some questions for sweet nectar you say mythical creatures but how old are we talking Greek mythology old vampire and boogie man old are are you including modern ones from Bigfoot and moth man are fairytales like never land and wonder land included? also were do you find sweet nectar and plus motion inc Iâve been searching with no luck? Finally for plusmotioninc is it just androids or dose supernatural technology count as well? Are you comfortable with cross overs and gore?
for sweet as nectar, it can be any mythological being. it can even be folklore. iâm willing to research anything!
regarding your questions about PulseMotion Inc. it is cyborg related, but they look like the character you want, and you can customize them to your liking. since theyâre androids, they wonât have any special powers other than insane strength and intelligence, but you can customize them to look more vampy or god-like. itâs completely up to you! and you can even customize their mannerisms and personality as well. so if you wanted like submissive! vampire! yandere! levi ackerman x soft! caring! male reader, you could request that. i wouldnât want it to be too OC-like â like overly descriptive but those are the only guidelines i have. gore is fine. i write a lot of dark content, so im okay with most things. if you go to my in regards to a request, you can see what im a hard no on.
as for where to find them, if you go to my masterpost link, then click on misc. youâll find a link for sweet as nectar and PulseMotion Inc.
i hope this helped!
edit : yes, crossovers are okay! i forgot to answer that, my bad!
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Thoughts on the discourse behind jurix/juripearl?
Honestly, I didnât have a clue till a couple days ago.
I remember getting an Anon Ask about this creator before (similar to this question), but I left it unanswered because 1). I didnât know anything about the situation, so I wasnât about to start spreading false information on something I knew nothing about. 2). Iâm on this app to write fanfiction, read fanfiction, and look at beautiful fanart. Not discourse.
However.
I decided to look into it, because of this ask. So without starting any fights over who supports that blog/who doesnât, this is my view on it; theyâre homophobic.
If they wanted to ship Levi Ackerman with female characters (i.e. Petra, Fem!Hange, female OCs, or self ship) thatâs totally cool. Great! Good for you! I love me some good Fem!Hange x Levi fanart. But if thatâs what they want to see/read/write/draw, then they should just do that.
Instead of bashing the LGBTQ+ community for shipping Erwin x Levi or literally any other male or non-binary characters with him.
I read through their page a little, and no I donât know everything cause some posts have been taken down so I never saw them. But what I have seen is, in fact, homophobic. And I do not support that behavior.
If that creator doesnât ship Levi with anyone other than females, thatâs cool. Just look at the straight ships then. You donât need to bash others because you prefer straight relationships.
While searching their page, (One of them apparently, I didnât know they had more than one acc. I havenât seen the other one yet) I saw a lot of things they contradicted themselves on just to justify their self proclaimed cannons for Levi and just to justify their homophobia. Iâm sorry but their âfactsâ are wrong. And sometimes weird?? Help me??
But the facts are; We donât know his sexual orientation. Supposedly heâd never been with someone.
Thus, this leaves the fandom to see it how we want to. Itâs literally a fandom, weâre allowed to ship him with whomever we want or no one at all! Or even self ship! Itâs all valid and okay and absolutely beautiful!!!
Bottom line here is; I donât do discourse. I donât do drama. But Iâll take a stand when homophobia like this is being spread around, cause I canât stand that shit. It shouldnât have a platform in which to stand. Ever. Iâll happily dismantle any stage that gets built to preach this bullshit.
Lynn out âď¸
#iâm a huge eruie fan#but i can easily see him being shipped with fem!hange#or masc!hange#because letâs be honest masc!hange makes me DROOL#fem!hange makes me drool#nb! hange makes me drool#just#hange = drool#leave my poor heichou baby alone#tw; homophobia#tw; discourse
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Roleplay request
Please be 18 or older.
BxB
Toji Fushiguro [me] x Satoru Gojo or Yuji
[I know this is a dead fandom. But i really want to roleplay this.]
My oc [me] x Touken ranbu character
Joo jaekyung [me] x Kim Dan
Achilles, Beowulf, Napoleon, [me] x your oc master
Alhaitham [me] x male Oc
Eren Yeager season 4 [me] x Levi Ackerman
Male Byleth x Dimitri
Male Byleth x Claude
Male Byleth x Sylvain
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Levi Ackerman x OC "The First Task"
Chapter One spoiler!
Unedited!!
Will eventually post it on Wattpad under the user KoalaCase.
"Hey, mop top!"
"Sir!" A male with chin-length blonde hair moved his right hand into a fist and placed it over the opposite side of his chest, whilst his other hand moved behind him on his waistline.
"What do they call you, maggot?" The man who spoke had no hair, and only a slight strand of hair that made up what was assumed as a moustache as he glared at the said blonde, waiting for him to answer the question.
"Armin Arlert, from Shiganshina, sir!"
Multiple people stood around him, their hands firmly pressed over their backsides, waiting to be called upon after the older one was finished with the blonde.
"Wow, seriously? Why would your parents curse you with such a dumb name?" He added, surprised.
Along the lines of men and women was a rather short female, who clenched her fists as she glared at the man. He had no right to say such a thing. Especially if they knew nothing about you.
"It was my grandfather, sir!" The blonde continued to respond, not showing if the man's words got to him, but the female's red hair flopped in her face, covering her eyes slightly as she shook her head slightly.
She was upset, but she knew that even if she wanted to say something, her body would freeze up. That's what social anxiety gave her, yet here she was.
"Cadet Arlert! Why is a runt like you here?"
Squinting his blue eyes shut, Armin opened his mouth. "To help humanity overcome the Titans!" The boy didn't quiver, but the teenager knew better than that. He was internally struggling to keep himself straight.
"That's delightful to hear! You're going to be a great light snack for them! Row three, About Face, runt!"
The man grabbed the shorter's boy's head, turning him around as the boy's eyes opened and stared straight ahead, moving his arms to their original position.
It was time for the next person for this man to quiz on about.
Standing in front of a rather sturdy male, the bald man towered over him still, despite the height of the teenager. "What do you call yourself?"
"Sir, my name is Thomas Wagner, I'm from the Trost district!" The teenager was also a blonde, but it wasn't as bright as Armin's, instead, it looked duller in comparison. His yellow, golden-like eyes didn't waver as he stared directly at the older man.
"I can't hear you!"
Inhaling, the ginger female gripped her hands together, trying to use this to distract her from saying something she'd later regret.
Her goal was not to stick out and talking out of turn would do the opposite of what she wanted. Restraining herself to keep a blank face, the superior male stopped in front of the man to her right.
"What do we have over here?"
"Jean Kirstein, sir. From the Trost district!" Leaning over the recruit, the soldier before them stood straight. "And why are you here, Cadet?"
The ginger kept her mouth pressed in a firm line as the other one's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting that question. His face soon formed a cocky smirk that the smaller female just wanted to kick off.
"To join the Military Police, sir. The best of the best." The ginger's face contorted to one of indifference once the recruit spoke, slightly annoyed. "That's nice. You want to live in the interior, do you?"
"Yes."
The female's eyes squinted as the bald man headbutted the other, causing him to fall on the ground on his knees, shaking as he held his head, refusing to utter a word.
She may not like this man, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement towards his actions to the cocky boy beside her.
"No one told you to sit, Recruit! If you can't handle this, Kirstein, then forget about joining the Military Police!"
He turned to the female, looking at her, and opened his mouth. The girl let out an inaudible sigh, knowing she was next. "What would they need such a small recruit for, hm? What's your name?"
Looking up at the man with a serious expression, she moved her hands to their respective places.
"I'm Guinevere Adler, from Shiganshina, sir!" She reprimanded herself on sounding a little too sarcastic when she uttered 'sir' and if the man could tell, he didn't mention it.
"What do you want to do here? What do you think you can accomplish?"
"To help humanity from the grasp of Titans, sir!" He seemed to not be bothered to comment after that, instead seemed to catch up on something else that caught his attention.
"Fourth row, about face, Cadet!" He ordered before swiftly making his way to another person. "What the hell is wrong with your face, you smiling idiot?"
"Marco Bodt at your service, sir, from Jinae. South side of Wall Rose. I aim to join the Military Police and give life and limb in service to the King!" Guinevere narrowed her eyes as she saw from the corner of her eye that the freckled boy indeed seemed a bit happy to be here.
"Well, then," the man started, and the smile soon dropped off Marco's face. "That makes you an idealistic fool. And a rube. You want the truth?"
The Commandment invaded the boy's personal space, his golden eyes piercing through the male. "The only use the King has for your life and limbs are as Titan Fodder."
"Hey, Cue-ball. You're up next!" That was all it took for the man to continue his walk around, yelling at people he thought needed to be yelled at, and left Marco with a gaping expression on his face.
The redhead almost felt bad for him.
"Oh, me?" The boy said, confused before doing the salute.
"Sir! Connie Springer, from Ragako Village, sir!" The buzz-cut male was soon grappled on both sides by the Commandment's hands and lifted up. "You have it backwards, Connie Springer. That was the first thing you were taught." He continued to hold the boy by his head, seemingly annoyed.
"This salute represents the resolve in your heart to fight those bent on the systematic destruction of our people!" Pulling the boy from the floor, the Commandment didn't let him speak. "Is your heart on the right side?"
His movements paused as he looked to the side, and he dropped the Connie boy to the ground. "Hey, you there. What do you think you're doing?"
The person he was talking to only looked side to side before taking another bite out of the meal she was holding. "You are officially on my shit list. Just who the hell are you?"
Guinevere watched with wide eyes as the woman swallowed her mouthful, placing the hand with the food over her heart and the other behind her as she answered his question. "Sasha Braus from Dauper Village, at your service. Reporting for duty, sir!"
"Sasha Braus, huh? And what is it that you're clutching in your right hand?" Guinevere's green eyes narrowed as she could clearly tell what she was holding.
"A steamed potato! It sat there in the Mess Hall begging to be eaten. Sir!"
"The theft, I understand," the Commandment spoke, eye twitching in annoyance. "But here? Why eat it here of all places?"
Curious to know the answer, many recruits listened in, their bodies unmoving other than the rise and fall of their chests. There was no way they were going to get into trouble with the angry bald man in front of them.
"It looked quite delicious, and it was getting cold. So, I gave it shelter in my stomach, sir."
The shoulder-length ginger hair rustled as the female contained her laughter at the poor girl's appetite. "Why? I can't comprehend. Why would you eat that potato?"
Confusion rippled through the girl's expression, her brows furrowing. "Are you asking me why people eat potatoes? I'm surprised you don't know, sir."
Everyone's face turned into fear and shock for what the girl had literally just gotten herself into.
Contemplating after a few seconds, Sasha took in a deep breath, tearing a small part of the potato on the end she hadn't eaten, offering it to the man. "Here sir. Have half."
The Commandment's eyes widened as he took the food from her hand. "'have half.' Really?"
Sasha pulled a small smile on her face, potato crumbs all over her face.
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"Man, I thought Sadis was going to kill Potato Girl," Marco said, leaning over the cabin fence with ease, his jumper fitting comfortably over his body. The short redhead stood beside Armin, a hand on his shoulder as they all watched Sasha run laps.
"I know. What a hell of a first day," another said, Guinevere recognising the voice as her best friend, Eren as he stood at the door in a brown outfit that matches his dark brown hair.
"The audacity she had on even attempting on eating the potato," Guinevere murmured, scratching the back of her head with discomfort at the thought of being stared down by the man who was going to be their trainer.
"It's funny," Eren continued, not removing his gaze from the punished girl. "Being told to run 'til the sun sets didn't seem to bother her as much as losing meal privileges for the next five days."
Guinevere moved from Armin's spot to next to Eren, giving his shirt a small tug in a small greeting. It was something they had developed over the couple of years to give a silent hello.
"I think she said that she's from Dauper," Connie announced. "If I remember right, that's a small hunting village up in the mountains." Guinevere's ginger hair cascaded over her gaze, and with a small huff, she pushed it away from her field of view just as Eren asked a question.
"What's that?"
There was a carriage riding away from them, and the further it went â the more you could see into the back and saw people cradling themselves back and forth and their heads down in shame and embarrassment.
"They're dropouts. They'd prefer to work in the fields."
Squinting her eyes, the ginger spotted a few shamed people, knees tucked to their chests in the back. "But it's only the first day," Armin said, confused.
"That's the way it is," Eren explained, pulling at Guinevere's shirt in return, his own greeting to her like she did before. "If you can't handle the pressure, you've got to leave."
Everyone turned their attention on the fifteen-year-old, but the seventeen-year-old beside him could only raise an eyebrow.
"I can't believe anyone would rather pull plants than fight." Marco pushed himself from the wooden beam and turned to Eren with a curious glance. "I know about some of us, but you never mentioned where you were from, Eren."
Eren placed a hand on Armin and Guinevere's shoulders, grinning. "Same as these two. From Shiganshina," he admitted. Everyone's face looked at the three of them with an expression Stephanie couldn't pin. "Oh, wow. That means," Marco trailed off.
"You saw it. You were there that day." Connie's curiosity caused Marco to whirl on him. "Huh? Quiet!" Connie ignored the warning and bounced out questions. "The Colossal one? Did you see him?"
The young woman tensed up at the mention of the massive Titan that had managed to puncture a hole in the wall for the first time in human history.
"Yeah. Yeah, we did."
They ventured inside, and they only got to get a drink and a small bowl of food before they got the chance to sit down at a table before people surrounded the table. "Yeah, we did see the big guy," Eren said once more.
"Whoa, seriously?" Thomas asked, leaning over the table. "Okay, exactly how tall was he?" Another asked, and Guinevere brought her head to rest on the palm of her hand.
"He stuck his head over the outer wall." Guinevere glared at the nearest person, not wanting them to be any closer to her. Not when she was going to hear what happened to her once more.
"Wait, I heard he stepped over the wall completely." Connie knelt beside the table, closest to Guinevere and she looked over at his excited expression.
"So did I," a female announced.
"Well, that was wrong," Guinevere murmured, looking between everyone. "Nah. He was big, but not that big." The black-haired female beside Connie was the one from earlier outside, but Guinevere couldn't remember her name.
"So, what did it look like?" she asked.
"It had a mouth like a corpse. And no skin, just muscles." Eren went back to his food, taking a sip from the spoon as Guinevere didn't bother. She wasn't hungry anymore.
"And the Armoured Titan? The one who broke through Wall Maria?"
"Is that what they're calling it? In all the panic, it was just another Titan to me." Guinevere groaned slightly to hide her discomfort, closing her eyes before opening them once more in hopes that the imagery of that day be gone when she opened them.
They weren't.
"So, what were they like?"
Both teenagers froze at the question, their eyes blurred with sadness. The ginger's green eyes slamming shut once more, the memory of that day flooded her mind once more as it had for the last five years every day.
A smiling creature reaching down to the house that the three kids used to live in, being pulled away by a Garrison soldier, two over his shoulders, the other only just managing to keep up with the man â not taking her eyes off the scene as they were running as if in slow motion away from the awful being. It's hands reaching to the human in the house.
Her legs had been crushed by a boulder that came flying from the wall after the Colossal Titan had broken through. The woman had landed on her stomach, her upper half visible whereas her lower half was trapped and broken under the building. With a swift motion, the Titan had removed the house from trampling the woman completely.
But what was to come was even worse than broken bones.
Their slow movements made way to grabbing the woman, wrapping their fingers around her body, raising her from the ground and into the air. The three children watched as her feeble attempts to get free were in vain.
The Titan raised its other hand, engulfing her in its grasp before snapping her spine in half, no other intention was clear on its face other than devouring the woman's body, before pulling her closer to its jaws.
The limp body of the woman that had raised the three children had flailed lifelessly around its grasp before she was placed inside the mouth of the enemy. Its jaws clamped down on the body, the blood of the person who meant so much to the three children went everywhere, and all they could do was cry out in pain.
She was gone, and they couldn't do anything about it.
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Levi Ackerman! Muse open!
Iâve been in the Attack on Titan fandom for years now and am open to writing with Levi. I have many ideas and plots for Levi so I am open to writing with anyone!
If ship writing I only ship Levi with Erwin, Hange or Petra.
Open to trying Zeke x Levi or Mike x Levi. Furlan x Levi is possibility. Male ocs welcome. I prefer more dominant males with my Levi though.
Female ocs welcome to writing with my Levi!
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Reason ~ ch. 36
pairing: female oc (devon alba) x levi ackerman
tropes: instructor x cadet, strangers to lovers, male mc falls first
warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls đ), fluff
brief summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesnât think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isnât entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...
ch. 1 [...] ch. 35 | chapter 36 | ch. 37
âOh I know that look.â
Devon immediately snapped out of her trance at the voice. She turned to face the shorter old woman.
Devon blinked, âWhat?â
âThat lil smile while starinâ off. Youâre in love arenât you?â
Devonâs eyes widened before immediately going scarlet.
In truth, she had been thinking about Levi. More specifically the body-tingling kiss heâd given her during lunch. She was able to make it back to the apartment during his lunch hour today.
What was meant to be a chaste kiss at the door resulted in her back against the wall and his hands gripping her sidesâall because she hadnât broken the kiss first.
She hadnât been able to stop thinking about it.
The older woman sighed, âI remember those days.â
Devon offered her a gentle smileâfeeling rather embarrassed. She knew sheâd zoned out but to think that her face had given away her thoughts that easily..
Maybe Imada had a point in calling her clearer than glass.
The elderly woman returned her smile with a kind one of her own.
âWho is he?â she inquired, gently.
Devon hesitated at the questionâsuddenly questioning the state of their relationship.
What are we?
âHeâs my fiancĂŠ..â she answered with a subtle frown.
The womanâs smile widened, âHowâd you meet him?â
She fidgeted a bit, absentmindedly messing with the strap of her bag over shoulder.
âAhâItâs a bit of a long story.â she said, feeling somewhat shy.
âDoes it look like I have something better to do?â
Devon couldnât help but laugh a bit at that.
She supposed it was true. The woman seemed to be waiting for the public traveling carriage-wagon like her. The carriage seemed to be taking longer than anticipated to arrive.
She bit at her lower lip. She supposed sharing the story couldnât hurt. She kind of did want to talk about him with someone anywayâŚ
âOh wow! So what started out as a fake engagement turned into a real one!â the old woman exclaimed.
Devon smiled, âI suppose so.â
âHow fortunate.â the woman responded with a warm smile.
âHe played the long game, huh.â a dreary masculine voice piped up from behind them.
They both glanced over to see a trench coat clad, dirty blonde male in his early thirties leaning against the building behind them.
He caught Devonâs shocked expression.
He blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, âWhatâthe guyâs probably had eyes for you the second he saw ya. Probably took you to his spot on purpose.â
Devonâs brows drew together.
âDidnât you just say he told you he liked you since the training corps or some shit?â
She didnât like that this random male suddenly knew the details of her relationship. She hadnât seen him show up at the carriage stop.
She frowned, âYes but..â It wasnât planned.
..Right?
He let out a low chuckle, âYou thought he messed up your career and took you to his place out of the kindness of his heart?â
At her blank expression he smiled smugly, âNaive girl.â
Before Devon could address her bubbling agitation the carriage arrived.
The man tossed his cigarette onto the ground, smothering it with his heel before walking past them to get into the carriage first.
âGood luck to ya.â he spoke while passing her.
She glared.
She suddenly felt a hand touch her elbow and immediately glanced over.
The elderly woman stood beside her, âIgnore him. Probably got his heart broken once and forgot things can unfold genuinely if you let em.â
Devon nodded expressionlessly before helping the woman get onto the carriage.
She tried to dismiss the strange manâs words from her mind but the seed had been planted. Uneasiness swirled within her gut and she couldnât help but feel an undercurrent of doubt.
She stared out the carriage window, a subtle frown spreading along her lips.
She tried not to think about it. Tried.
She told herself she wasnât going to let some bitter manâs words get to her but the more she tried not to think about it the more her brain wanted to.
Because it was possible. She couldnât deny the possibility of what that bitter man said being true. Levi couldâve ruined her scout career to get her aloneâit wouldnât be the first time that had happened.
After all, when she was little sheâd gotten kidnapped and sold by her âadoptive fatherâ. It wouldnât be the first time someone used her for their own means.
The possibility felt like a knife to her gut.
She took solace in the fact that Levi hadnât necessarily tried to have all of her yet-but what if that was all a part of the âlong gameâ that bitter man spoke of. After all, her adoptive father had seemed like the nicest man alive before his true intentions became clear.
She entered the apartment and locked the door behind herself. She wandered into the living room, setting her bag of leftovers from culinary school onto the coffee table. It was some sort of specialty dish that nobles supposedly enjoyed. Sheâd made it perfectly despite not liking the taste herself. The chief chef loved it though.
A soft sigh left her lips. Just as she raised her arm to remove her cloak a deep voice arose from the kitchen.
âDonât tell me you brought food from class again.â
She immediately glanced over to see Levi seated at the dinner table. He set down the newspaper in his hand, despite being completely impassive there was a subtle gleam in his eyes.
Heâd come home early and he knew it. He usually came home later in the night but it was merely a quarter after seven.
Her gaze dropped to the open box of chicken skewers at the center of the table. The plates and utensils had already been set out as well.
Her eyes widened as she remembered telling him last week that she missed the food they had at the festival together months ago. And chicken, at thatâshe was certain they mustâve cost a pretty penny.
He found them?!
Her rising excitement was quickly shot down when the bitter manâs earlier words rang through her mind.
You thought he messed up your career and took you to his place out of the kindness of his heart?
Naive girl.
Her expression faltered, her stomach lurching.
She inadvertently bent over, her hand cupping the lower half of her face as she got the sudden urge to puke. Nothing came out.
He shot out of his seat. âDevon-â
Before he could step towards her she straightened.Â
She held out a hand, âDonât move.â
His eyes were wide as he immediately stopped mid step. Standing completely still.
His brows furrowed when he noticed how pale she looked.
She swallowed, slowly lowering her hand, âI need to know something a-and donât even think of lying to me.â
His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenching as he contemplated her words before settling on, âGo on.â
She spoke as firmly as she could manageâdespite her thoughts running rampant within her head, âTell me.. you didn't plan any of this. That you didnât stop me from being a scout just to get me here, alone with youâto make me fall for you, j-just to..â
âTo what.â The words felt curt despite his natural monotone.
She met his sharp, hard-set gaze. She didnât need to look too long to see his thinly veiled anger.
She hesitated, feeling almost nervous to say it out loud but she knew she had to get it off her chest. Yet the words still seemed to stick to her tongue.
âTo. what.â he repeated, his tone more severe somehow.
âTo take advantage of me.â she spat, her chest heaving in and out-as if it took her a lot to say.
âTch.â he scowled. His hand flat on the table curled into a fist at his side.
His silver eyes were sharper than razor blades, âYou think Iâd wait this long if all I wanted to do was fuck you.â
âIf thatâs all I saw you useful for whatâs stopping me from fucking you the second I got you here.â
âHellâwhatâs stopping me from fucking you in the damn training corps? You think your word wouldâve mattered over mine if you snitched?â
Her eyes were blown wideâspeechless.
His scowl deepened, âBut you did get one thing right.â
He looked aside. His expression gloomy as he stared off elsewhere, âI never planned on sending you to the damn Scout corps.â
Her brows furrowed in astonishment.
He continued, a tad quietly, âSometimes I think I knew the second I met you. You just.. reminded me of myself-a much, much better version of myself.â
âI never cared to talk to you. I watched you and didnât hate you the second I saw you, so I figured thatâd be enough to cut it with Erwin but you just-â he grit his teeth, âyou just had to be you.â
His narrow eyes met hers, âThere was no way in hell Iâd let you go through what I did.â
She felt her heartstrings tighten within her chest.
She forced her voice to come out steady, âThat still wasnât your choice to make.â
âYeah? Was I just supposed to not give a shit? Was I supposed to assume youâd do great against a titan when you couldnât even defend yourself against Carter?â
Her face twisted into a glare, âYes.â she spat.
He returned her glare by a thousandfold, âYou donât know what you looked like on that Infirmary bed.â
âI donât care! Itâs better than having someone else make my decisions for me.â
He went quiet at thatâhis jaw clenching before he looked away. His dark hair covered his eyes as he faced downwards.
Her voice came out crisp, âAnd what then-if I still wanted to be a Scout?â
âYou want to be a chef.â
âYes, but if I didnâtâwhat would you do?â
He shifted-still not meeting her gaze, âThatâs notââ
âAnswer the question.â she snapped.
His eyes flashed to hers in an instant, âI obviously wouldâve done everything in my fuckinâ power to not let that shit happen.â
Her eyes widened at the harshness of his tone, before her gaze hardened.
âYou wouldâve lost me.â
His posture stiffened, âI donât lose if youâre alive.âÂ
She was rendered speechless at that. His face was a cold mask of indifferenceâshe felt like she was back at day one with him. Back to the days where she couldnât read any emotion off of him.
The air felt heavy between them, like a dark undercurrent that no one wanted to address. The silence only making it worse.
His hands tightened into fists at his sides before he ran a hand over the bottom half of his face.
He exhaled-before speaking lowly, âItâs me, right? Itâs me thatâs bothering you.â
His voice was flat, detached, âIâll leave if thatâs what you want. We both know this place is more useful to you than me-â
Her eyes widened, âWhat.â her voice wavered.
He took a step towards the door, âIâll transfer the apartment's ownership to you whenever you want. If you need me-â
She ran towards him, not stopping until she stood directly before him.
âLevi, what are you saying?â
He couldnât meet her eyes.
She searched his face, âThatâs not what I want.â
His steel-gray eyes flashed to hers. Her heart skipping several beats when she saw the desperation in his eyes despite his gruff tone.
âWhat do you want.â
Her hands went to his chest. Her voice wavering, âI want youâ -to stay.
His lips were on hers in an instantâstealing any incoming breath she had left. His arm wound around her waist, crushing her chest to his while slipping his hand up through her hair to hold her in place by the nape.
He pried her lips open with his and she couldnât help but moan softly when he tilted his head to kiss her like he couldnât get enough. His tongue moved against hers in that familiar way-that lit up her insides and left her weak to his advances. The butterflies in her gut kicked off at an unprecedented rate.
He drank her in with his lips. His grip on her faltering when she stumbled a bitâher sense of balance nowhere to be found.
Suddenly she was backed into the table. A short gasp leaving her lips when he grabbed her by the waist to sit her up on the tabletop.
He captured her lips once-more, her hands slipping around his neck in the process. A quiet sigh leaving his lips-mid kiss-at the feeling her chest being pressed up against his ignited.
His hand on her hip managed to find her skin once more. His fingers slipping underneath her shirtâhis fingertips grazing her hip before cupping the curve of her waist. Her skin warm to his touchâhe squeezed her waist, caressing-only to inadvertently make her shiver.
She immediately broke the kiss, only to flush when she met his gaze. She looked away-unable to maintain eye contact with him. Before he could let that bother him his eyes caught the untouched skin of her neck right before him-openly teasing him.
She gasped when she felt his lips latch onto her neck.
Her hands slid down his neck to his chest as she gripped his dress-shirt in her fists. The feeling of his warm mouth and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck was indescribable. Butterflies churned restlessly within her stomach.
His hand flat on the table by her side kept her from leaning away too far as she caved under his touch. His hand on her waist underneath her shirt slid up further. His palm slid over the skin of her ribs, his fingers grazing the edges of her bra.
A stuttered moan left her lips when his lips seemed to find a sweet spot on her neck. She lurched sensitively under his touch. Her hand on his shoulder squeezing tightly.
Her gaze flitted upto Leviâs when he backed up slightly. His steely, narrow eyes pierced into hersâmaking her body tremble slightly when he pressed his forehead to hers.
Her hands found the sides of his neck just as moved to make her lean back against the table.
âL-levi.â she nearly whispered, making him pause.
A deep hum emanated from his chest, âHm.â
Her fingertips caressed the sides of his neck-scratching lightly in that way he liked it. His half lidded eyes fluttered close as his jaw locked.
He pressed his forehead into hers once-more, silently urging her to continue.
Her eyes widened when she realized he stood between her spread legs at the edge of the table. If her hips were a slight bit closer to the tableâs edge her groin wouldâve been right against his.
She shivered at the thought, before looking up to meet his gaze again.
âIâm a virgin.â she mumbled, her face hot.
He didnât seem to react. Instead his silvery eyes seemed to search her face before his deep voice rumbled,
âYou donât think I can be gentle.â
Her face seemed to burn hotter, âWell.. I know itâs the last thing you want to be.â
She gasped when she was suddenly flat against the table. Her hands gripping his shoulders as he raised his forehead away from hers slightly, his face hovering before hers.
His dark gray eyes glimmered with barely veiled lust as he stared down at her. His ragged breaths trailed down her skin as he rasped, âThe last.â
She blushed-hard.
She felt how tense his body was underneath the grip of her hands on his shoulders but.. to hear him sound like that. So restrained⌠it made her almost fearful of what was to come.
Her eyes flickered upto his, âHow about this..â
Her heartbeat pounded rapidly within her chest as she came up with something on the spot, âIf I leave my room door open.. at night.. that means Iâm ready.â
His eyes widened and she couldnât help but redden further.
She shifted slightly under him before placing her hand on the side of his face, âO-okay?â
A soft smile tugged at the end of his lip, he nodded. Strands of his black hair tickling her forehead.
The sight of his little smile stole all of her attention. He was just so handsome.
âKiss me.â he ordered gruffly.
She intended to give him a peck but he pressed his lips down against hersâholding her lips captive for a moment longer. Her lips melting like butter under his.
He broke the kiss with a low sigh. His arm slipped around her back, easily lifting her upright as he stood up himself.
He stepped back, running a hand over his face before he noticed the other end of the table.
âYou made the skewers go cold.â he grumbled.
When she didnât respond he glanced over at her. His eyes widened when he noticed she was looking down at his lower region. He didnât need to check himself to know he had a raging boner.
But to see her looking at itâall shy and nervous. Her hair disheveled and shirt rumpled from all their prior lip-lock. Her neck blooming with hickeys. His cock twisted in his pants, the tent growing noticeably larger.
Fuck.
His eyes narrowed, âDevon.â
She glanced up at him, eyes wide, only to glance back down again. She couldnât seem to pry her eyes off of the bulge in his pants.
âKeep starinâ and Iâm gonna make you do something about it.â
In truth he was embarrassed-really embarrassed-despite knowing it couldnât be helped. Especially not with the way she drove him up the edge but taking control of the situation to watch her get flustered was always worth it.
The flush that spread across her cheeks was unmatched, âThereâs nothing to stare at.â
She quickly hopped off the tabletop-intending to quickly pass him but his hand caught her wrist, yanking her towards him. His free hand clasped around her throat, pressing her back to his front.
She gasped when she felt the outline of his hard length against her bottom. Her body instinctively jerking away only for him to let go of her wrist and press his hand into her lower stomachâholding her in place. His hand at her navel didnât stop though, continuously pressing her so that her bottom was flush against the tent at his groin. His cock throbbed appreciatively.
She twisted slightly under his hold before placing her hand over his at her navelâpreventing his hand from going lower.
âL-levi..â she whined quietly, as his fingers tightened around her neck.
She heard his breath hitch before he turned his face into hers, his voice rough against her cheekbone.
âNothing, huh.â
She shuddered and she swore she heard a low growl emit from his lips. It was taking everything in him to not grind his cock against her ass and bend her over the table to have his way. The warmth of her body felt too good against him. His cock was harder than stone-painfully so. He didnât want the contact to end.
She swiftly pulled herself from his graspâscurrying to the other side of the kitchen. He couldâve easily caught her but forced himself to keep it together. God knows what he wouldâve done had she not slipped away just then. He didnât want to act more impulsively than he already hadâespecially not after the consent sheâd provided him today.
That was a lie. He wanted to act impulsively so bad⌠his cock was like a voice in his head, paying attention to every detail of herâmaking him lose his mind. But he cared more about her wishes and he was head-strong about that.
Or at least, one head was.
He watched her stand at the opposite end of the table. Her face flushed as she kept her arms crossed-unable to meet his eyes.
âThatâs what I thought.â his low voice rumbled.
âIâm gonna kill him.â Levi muttered.
Devon was sitting on his lap, happily eating a chicken skewer when heâd asked her why she came home all guns ablaze today. Sheâd told him everything from top to bottom-starting from when the older woman had noticed her zoning out to when the bitter man bid her âgood luckâ in that tone.
She was too happy to let that bitter manâs words get to her anymore. Maybe the food in her hands had something to do with it.
She looked over at him with a small smile, a playful squint to her eyes. âYou want to kill everyone.â
âI donât want to kill you.â
She paused, raising a brow, âReally?â
A moment of silence followed as he searched her faceâcompletely expressionless, âNever mind.â
She broke out in a fit giggles and his eyes widened. He didnât notice the small smile that had spread across his lips the longer he stared at her laugh. She always managed to make something within him melt.
His hand on her hip pulled her further up his lap. He reached over to wipe away a crumb from her bottom lip when her laughter subsided.
âYou shouldnât talk to strangers.â he advised, quietly.
âBut the old lady looked nice.â she rebutted, lightly.
âYou wouldnât say the same about an old man.â
âWhat do you mean?â
His eyes narrowed as he saw her attempt to hide the shy yet goofy smile spreading across her lips.
She continued, âIâm with you after all.â
Just as she lifted herself off his lap, his hands found her hipsâfirmly planting her back down on his thigh. His hands were at her sidesâtickling the living shit out of her. She gasped-twisting, turning, laughing all at once as she flailed within his arms.
âLevi! Stopâstop. Pleaseââ she choked out through laughs.
He didnât stop, only continuing to tickle her relentlessly, âOld man? That what I am to you.â
âI was jokingâjokingâah!â she cried out through giggles.
He finally stopped, letting her head fall into his chest as she went limp from his tickles. She took a moment to catch her breath.
She finally opened her eyes, âYouâre the worst.â she mumbled.
His small smile reappeared, âMhm.â
She shoved his chest, âI mean it!â
There was a momentâs pause before he spoke.
â âOh I know that look. Youâre in love, aren't you?â â he mocked the old womanâs words from the encounter sheâd just recounted.
Her eyes widened. Sheâd meant to leave that detail out but he didnât understand how Devon became tempted to share their âstoryâ to a stranger so sheâd just told him. She hadnât expected him to bring it up though.
She blushed-retorting, âShe was just saying that. It doesnât mean anything.â
âSo you werenât thinking of me.â
She blinked, âI-erm-I.. I was but-â
âThatâs all I need to hear.â
She glanced up at him-her heart skipping a beat. Despite the words coming from his typical low, flat toneâthe words felt oddly gentle.
She straightened up slightly, feeling shy. Maybe it was childish of her but the âLâ word felt rather intimidating. Not in the sense that she was simply scared to say it but because she still wasnât sure if she knew what it fully meant. In her mind the closest she felt connected to the word was when she thought of how she would do anything in the world for her friends.
Would I do anything in the world for Levi?
The first time sheâd said those three words was to her adoptive father. Even if sheâd said the words innocently-and meant it as purely as a child wouldâve, it left a scar. One that wasnât physicalâbecause we all knew how that had turned out.
Levi assessed her quietly. Watching her eat in silence without that usual spark in her eye. He knew something was brewing in her little mind.
His hand went to her temple, tucking her hair behind her ear. His silver eyes raked down the darkening hickeys on her neck. The sight shouldn't have elicited the deep rooted wave of satisfaction that it did.
âOi.â he spoke calmly-forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.
She glanced over at him.
âWhatâre you thinking about so hard.â
She blinked before a soft smile spread across her lips. Who am I kiddingâIâd do anything for him.
The realization made her heart flutter and also made a small laugh leave her lips. She couldnât help but think of how absurd it was for her to realize right after he asked such a question.
She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, âNothing.â she murmured, airily, before turning back to her food. He watched her continue to eat with wide eyes.
He sighed-before grumbling as he squeezed her hips, âKeep doinâ that and this old manâs never gonna let you go.â
She blushed, âMaybe thatâs the goal.â
âCareful what you wish for.â
He began to tickle her again and she cried out, âLevi!!â
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I am over the age of 18. I am seeking other roleplay that are over 18 year old as well.
MxM roleplay. No feminine clothing or features. No furry
oc and characters will be over 18 years old.
No group roleplay or group chat.
The character listed below i can roleplay as.
Tear of the kingdom
Link
Tauro
Metal gear Solid
Solid Snake
7sin
Bann
Final fantasy
Tidus
Cloud Strife
Zack fair
Spy x Family
Loid Forger
Full metal Alchemist
Roy Mustang
Aot
Eren yeager season 4 appearance
Reiner Braun
Demon Slayer
Uzui Tengen
Jujutsu kaisen
Toji Fushiguro
Satoru Gojo
Fire Emblem
Male Byleth
Ike
Ryoma Sakamoto
Full Service
Kovit Chaiyarit
Rald Schwartz
Dc
Red Hood
Marvel
Miguel O'Hara
Fate
Arash
Achilles
Caster Gilgamesh
Napoleon
Beowulf
Emiya Archer
Persona
Akihiko Sanada
Ren Amamiya
Ryuji Sakamoto
Yu Narukami
Pokemon
Spark
Brawly
Shin Megumi Tensei
Jeng Yun Tsai
Code vain
Louis
Yakumo
Kingdom hearts 3
Riku
Voltron
Takahashi Shirogane
Genshin Impact
Alhaitham
Wriothesley
Childe
Resident evil
Chris Redfield RE5 appearance
Leon Kennedy Re4 remake appearance
Carlos Re3 remake appearance
I am seeking someone to roleplay as the character listed below here. with my male oc only.
Touken ranbu
A Uchigatana Touken
DC
Nightwing
Marvel
Captain America
DBZ
Son Goku
Goku Black
Adult Trunks
Below here are fandom ship that i want to roleplay.
Kingdom heart
Riku x Sora
Fire emblem three houses
Dimitri, Claude or Sylvain with Male Byleth
Chrom x Male Robin
Jinx
Joo jaekyung x kim dan
Resident evil
Chris Redfield x Leon Kennedy
Attack on titan
Eren yeager x Levi Ackerman
Persona 3
Minato Arisato x Akihiko Sanada
Smash bro
Ike, Little Mac, Link, Chris Redfield, x Solid snake
basic plot for male oc x male oc
Police pull over
Doctor
New Neighbors x bored Husband
Teacher x college students
Coach x jock
Father best friend
Best friend father
Plumber
Gardener
Carpenter
Pool Cleaner
Hitchhiker
Summon demon x bored husband
.
#nineteen and over#tear of the kingdom#tear of the kingdom roleplay#tear of the kingdom rp#metal gear solid#metal gear solid roleplay#metal gear solid rp#7sin#7sin roleplay#7sin rp#final fantasy#spy x family#fma#aot#demon slayer#jjk#fire emblem
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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 (â Â â ęâ á´â ęâ )
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! (â ďžâ ââ ăŽâ ââ )â ďžâ *â .â â§
#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#roleplay#aot roleplay#attack on titan roleplay#roleplayer#rp partner search#anime roleplay#fandom roleplay#new rp#rp search#roleplay search
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army dreamers || levi ackerman x male!oc
Rowan, the young, but promising marleyan warrior candidate was never famous for his ability to keep out of other people's businesses. After getting caught up in his family's history of titan experiments and genetically modified clans, his supervisors decide to harvest said curiosity and lack of discipline. He wakes up on a ship, sailing north, with a piece of paper in his backpack that has only one sentence written on it, over and over again: "Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home."
chapter one: the remaining
âSo, is it true?â
Zeke pushed himself away from the concrete wall he was leaning against.
âWhat?â
âThat youâre the one to inherit it.â
The streets of the inner district got filled with busy adults, hurrying home from work. The two blonde boys slowly made their way through the crows, leaving the training center behind them. The setting sun painted an orange glow on the old, shiny stones and bricks.
âOh,â Zeke sighed. âYeah. But keep quiet!â
âQuiet?â Rowan exclaimed with sparkling eyes. âBut this is awesome, you can finally be an honorary marleyan! Youâre gonna be rich or some shit! Who knows about it?â
âThose who need to know about it.â
Rowan walked next to him in silence, as he examined the stores they were passing by. Women with thicker arms than some warriors were carrying wooden boxes back from the street, cleaned the blackboards. He didnât really understand why they had to clean them, after all, the same thing was advertised on them every day: potatoes and flour. Maybe because the price got higher and higher.
He thought about what his sister and mother did while he was away at training and then the interrogation. He doubted if Ma even got dressed.
âDo you want to come over for dinner?â asked Rowan. âYou could tell Cornelia the big news!â
âI was there yesterdayâŚâ
âAnd?â
They turned at the corner but didnât stop at Zekeâs house.
âDo you think I have a bigger chance now to get the armored? I mean, you could say some nice things about me every now and then!â
âYeah, Iâll tell them about you. What nice things could I say to them, though? You are already on thin ice, that would just end up me also being punished.â
Rowan rolled his eyes but didnât respond.
âYouâre being punished, right?â Zeke inquired.
âWell, yes, technically, no. They kept talking about all the things they can thank my family, and how it wonât protect me forever, andâŚâ
âTheyâre right, you know.â
âI know,â Rowan sighed. âAlso, interrupt me again and youâre not getting dinner. As I was saying⌠they sort of agreed with me. Or I was just hallucinating out of stress.â
âI highly doubt thatâs a thingâ Zeke shook his head. âWhat on Earth did you say to them that they agreed?â
âWell, they first shouted at me that I need to stop acting up, they canât deal with me anymore in these times. You know, theyâre about to plan the mission to retrieve the Founding⌠but they donât even have proper candidates yet, theyâre just stupid fuckers who never learned how to deal with pressureâŚâ
âRowan, quiet!â
âShit, okay, got it!â the younger frowned. âIt was quite the speech they gave, though. About the titan experiments my ancestors did, and those⌠families. That the shifters they will have to send to Paradis will not only have to deal with those devils, but entire clans of genetically manipulated guard dogs, and they really donât have the time to discipline me every time Iâm too nosy. So, it got me thinking, and I just blurted it out, that they should get rid of the families first, then comes the hunt for the founding titanâŚâ
Zeke raised a brow, his eyes locked on Rowan. He knew him too much, that tall monkey was already thinking, planning, or just revising ideas. His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of two soldiers, patrolling the narrow street.
âWhen were they placed here?â asked Rowan, as Zeke didnât comment on the phenomenon.
âThey werenât here yesterday,â he muttered.
âThatâs why I asked, dumbass.â
Zeke yet again stayed silent â he did that an awfully lot of times. Rowan sometimes wondered if it simply was his nature, or he became like this after⌠what happened with Aunt Dina and Uncle Grisha. What he did not like to wonder about, is that what would happen to Cornelia and Ma if he got sent to paradise, like Zekeâs parents. Would they break down? Miss him? Rent out his bedroom immediately? Starve to death?
âSo, I only said the⌠plan or whatthefuckever to get them off my tail, but I think I really did give them ideas⌠I hope this makes me more favorable when it will come to the inheriting the armored titan!â He had to blabber about something before his mind went to a darker place.
Rowan locked the front door behind them as they entered the narrow townhouse. Thick dust sat everywhere, around and on the once elegant leather shoes his mother used to wear but wasnât picked up in weeks. The filth that Ma didnât take care of quickly distracted him from the bad feeling he got from the soldiers on the street, this far from the fence.
âMa! Cornelia! Zeke is staying here tonight! Whatâs for dinner?â he shouted, but got no answer, as usual.
They found his sister at the kitchen table, sleeping on top of a pile of textbooks. Her silver hair spread out on the pages, but he knew she studied for her pilot exams. Which she wonât be able to take if theyâre not honorary marleyans. Another thought Rowan needed a distraction from.
Rowan gave Zeke a more comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, after they both changed they headed back to the kitchen. Their cupboards were almost completely empty.
âDidnât you get the aid this month?â Zeke glanced at him, after unsuccessfully searching for fresh ingredients.
âThe military has some good methods to keep up oneâs motivationâ he shrugged. âWe still have some potatoes and dry pasta somewhere, I think.â
They started working together in silence, Zeke knowing the kitchen just as good as Rowan. They boiled the potatoes, then the pasta, and added the remaining spices from the packet.
The meal was only enough for two.
Zeke automatically picked up one bowl and put it in front of Cornelia, who didnât wake up to any of the noises they made.
Rowan gave the other to Ma, who even though had her eyes open, could have easily been asleep. He placed the warm bowl in her lap, guiding her bony, scarred hands to grab onto it, but her reaction to any of these arrived long seconds later. She didnât seem to register his presence, not even when she sat up a bit on the sofa, and started eating, her greasy hair falling in front of her face, functioning like an old, ugly curtain. He stayed next to her for a while to make sure she didnât stop after a few bites. Meanwhile, his mind wandered in his memories, trying to think back to the times his Ma was still pretty and healthy. Were they even real memories, or just the creation of a young little girl?
Zeke and he headed upstairs to get away from the smell of pasta that made their stomachs growl even louder.
âIs it always going to be like this?â Rowan asked quietly, not even expecting an answer.
âThis is what we signed up for.â
Rowan sat down on the bed, soon followed by Zeke. Their shoulders touched, but they didnât pull away.
The bed they sat on barely counted as one, as it was one old mattress laid on the ground. He was supposed to get a frame, a few years back, Uncle Grisha promised to assemble one. This was the smallest promise that was broken.
He glanced out the window the mattress was placed next to. The two soldiers were still patrolling on their street.
âWe should sleep,â said Zeke. âOr at least you should, you had a long day.â
So Rowan did. It was the last time he closed his eyes with full trust in the presence of him, as he didnât wake up in his own bed the next morning. He didnât even have any kind of bed under him, only smelly, wooden slats, and the scent of the sea around him.
He got up, thinking he was dreaming some bullshit again, but the wind in his long hair was too real. Everything got too real in mere seconds, just as the dozens of people a few feet away from him, all in chains. All in chains, except form him.
A nearby officer flinched as he spotted Rowan moving, his hand moving closer to the grip of his gun. He was clearly still a detainee, but some other kind. The ship they were on⌠was it sailing to Paradise? That was his supervisorâs solution to harmless bullshit he pulled sometimes? Turning him into the same mindless titan as traitors and murderers?
âHey, you rat.â Burped the old officer, not even bothering to look in his direction anymore. âYouâre not here for sightseeing, you have instructions.â
Rowan opened his backpack with trembling hands. It was almost empty â it had a water bottle in it, his knife that he trained with, and a piece of paper that got smudged ink all over it.
It had the same sentence written on it over and over again, mimicking the punishment they used on first graders in school. He couldnât tell if it was Zekeâs or Corneliaâs handwriting.
Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.
Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.
Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.
Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.
Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.
#attack on titan#shingeki no kyoujin#shingeki no kyojin#snk#aot#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x oc#snk fanfic#fanfiction#writeblr#wip#friends to lovers#zeke yeager#attack on titan fanfic#levi ackerman x male reader#levi ackerman x male oc#levi x you#levi x male oc#levi x male reader
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Levi and my OC on the underground
#captain levi#levi aot#levi x male reader#levi ackerman#shingeki no kyojin#eren yaegar#snk levi#levi x oc#attack on titan#ymir
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