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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 2 years ago

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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!! 🙈) [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 doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

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Devon noticed it seconds before it imploded. She’d just meant to pass through the market to get home but couldn’t 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, “There you are! Ah, look at you-you got my tomatoes for me.”

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.

“Can I help you, officer?” she asked, casually. She felt the kids hand tighten in hers.

The officer straightened, “Er-No, ma’am.”

She gave him a half-assed smile before tugging the little boy’s hand. She walked down the street with him until they made it out of the market. He’d been awfully quiet the entire time. She didn’t consider herself terrible with kids but dealing with a situation like this? This would be new.

She glanced down at him, “Wh-“

Suddenly he released her hand and booked it.

Her eyes widened, “Hey!”

She ran after him. It didn’t take her long to catch up to him.

She grabbed his arm and he immediately swung around—pushing 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.

“Enough!” her tone was stern, “You’re not in trouble. I want to help you.”

The kid froze, his head hanging down.

She didn’t release his arm as she bent down to one knee. She examined him—his clothes weren’t 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 couldn’t help but wonder..

“Was that your first time stealing?” she asked, gently.

He didn’t respond, still not looking at her.

“You have to be more careful, that officer almost caught you.” she scolded, “You have to look around and check where the Garrison officers are before trying anything funny.”

The little boy’s head shot up. His eyes wide in shock.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

He nodded.

She released his arm and dug into her bag. Of course, the one time it could’ve been useful she didn’t have any leftovers from culinary school today.

She withdrew a handful of coins and handed it to him, “Go to a vendor and buy yourself a meal.”

The boy seemed to hesitate before silently taking the money.

“Do you have parents?” she asked.

He nodded.

“You live with them?”

He nodded again. She couldn’t help but notice he was shaking slightly.

“They don’t feed you?” 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 widened–he’d 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, she’d given him enough money to cover several meals.

“Make sure you buy something for Mommy too then.” she murmured.

He nodded, before suddenly running away again.

Just as she shot up to her feet, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

“Oi, what do you say to someone who helped you?”

She swiftly turned around to see Levi gripping the kid by the collar with one hand. The boy’s eyes were wide with fear as he stared up at him.

The boy looked over at her, “T-thank you, miss.”

Levi released the kid’s shirt as she walked up to them. She gave Levi a lingering look before bending over to smooth out the boy’s ruffled-up shirt.

“Your welcome,” her voice was calm, “Do you know the bookstore by the market?”

The boy paused before shaking his head.

“That’s okay. Do you know where Dr. Bernard’s office is?”

The boy nodded.

“Great! If you keep going straight down that street you’ll find a bookstore. That’s where I work, okay? If you see me inside you can come in and say hi. And if you’re hungry, just tell me and we can share some snacks.”

The boy stared up at her blankly.

She squeezed his shoulders, “You better come and visit. I’ll be sad if you don’t.”

The boy looked away, his voice low, “Why.”

A slightly pained expression passed over Devon’s face before she let go of the boy’s shoulders. She couldn’t blame him for questioning it, she knew her younger self would’ve immediately been wary of an offer that sounded too good.

Her voice came out much softer than she intended, “Because I care. I care about what happens to you.”

The kid’s head snapped up to stare at her. The boy’s 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, “Okay, go eat now. Don’t forget to get something for Mom too.”

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.

“Brat gave me the stank eye.” he muttered.

A slight laugh escaped her, “I think he recognized you.”

He seemed to hesitate at that before turning to face her, “You sure you want him bothering you at work.”

She sighed, “He probably won’t come. I wouldn’t have.”

She faced him, her voice unconsciously dropping lower, “I didn’t think it would hurt to let him know.”

There was a look of knowing in Levi’s deep, steel gray eyes. He knew she was thinking of her younger self—that her younger self might’ve appreciated an offer like that. An offer of true help.

His eyes dropped to her lips.

She immediately flushed before asking, “How are you here?”

“Erwin dismissed us early.”

Her eyes lit up, “Again? How’d I get so unfortunate.” 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.

“What's wrong?” she asked immediately.

His hand slipped into hers, “Let’s go home first.”

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.

“Tell me.” she urged, her voice uneven, “Tell me now.”

He searched her face, his gaze painstakingly gentle before squeezing her hand in his own. “We’re two minutes away-”

“I can’t breathe, Levi.” 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 people–she couldn’t 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 cloak–she 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 longer–home was right there.

“I’m leaving in two days.” 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, “How long?”

“That depends.. on how the mission goes.”

“Where are you going?”

“Karanese.”

“Karanese?” she repeated in shock.

He nodded, “We’ll be leaving Wall Rose through there.”

Her brows drew together. She opened her mouth to ask ‘why’ but froze; she was so used to not asking him about his scout duties-due to his ‘rules’-that it felt almost improper to.

He must’ve seen the question in her eyes because he went on to explain, “Erwin has plans for the lands there. He thinks that land can potentially benefit us in restoring Wall Maria someday.”

Her eyes widened, “Restoring Wall Maria—Is that even possible?”

He hesitated, “Not really,” he muttered, “But Erwin’s always thinking ahead.”

She went silent at that. Her mind racing a mile per minute. She could only imagine that the reason why they weren’t attempting to utilize the land outside of Trost anymore was because it was too infested with Titans. There were rumors that the thuds of Titans’ 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 didn’t know.. she didn’t know how she let him go to missions before…

She was drawn from her thoughts when she felt Levi reach into her cloak to grab ahold of her hand again.

“Let’s go home” 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 couldn’t stop. He didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 he’d never get the chance to again.

Because he knew that’s 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 couldn’t sleep. Sometimes he’d dwell too hard on the moments they shared subtle touches-reminiscing in the lingering feeling her touch ignited-and his body would get carried away…

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 didn’t deserve. He wondered how he’d 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 didn’t think that was possible, not after seeing all the things he saw. He’d 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 about–his 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, he’d 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 Erwin’s reasons were ambiguous. Eitherway, he told himself that was enough.

He told himself he’d 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 he’d kept in place to protect himself and she didn’t 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 didn’t care. Only to realize his denial was futile when he saw her broken, battered body on the Infirmary bed after Carter’s work. It was then that he realized he cared. He cared too much.

It was then that he realized there was someone he couldn’t let death steal from him.

The feeling was overwhelming, dangerous and selfish. It made him realize his ideals weren’t 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 shouldn’t 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 couldn’t indulge. So he acted on his heart instead of his head, for once. He’d meant to force her hand into joining the Garrison or MP route—not 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 she’d be meaner to him, maybe that would dampen his feelings but she never gave him the chance.

He never dared to believe he’d 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 he’d already been selfish enough. She deserved better than that.

He kept his desires to himself–convincing himself that he was only sticking around because she wanted him to–until 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 didn’t 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 Devon’s 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, could’ve 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 could’ve shared. The thought scared him to the bone.

It was the type of dread that rendered him frozen–and 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. He’d 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 Corinna’s 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 he’d 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 didn’t 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 back—no coming back from the life she seeped into him.

If this was a part of living, he didn’t 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.

“Don’t kiss me like that,” her low voice muffled by his shirt, “This isn’t goodbye. I still have two days.”

He closed his eyes, “Sorry.” he murmured.

He felt her hands fist his shirt, “You’ll come to see me during then, won’t you?” The question sounded all too uncertain on her lips.

His hand running down her back went still-he turned his face towards her, “What the hell do you think.” Despite his words, his voice was soft.

She let out a stifled laugh, “Shut up.”

They decided to proceed as normal, that’s what he wanted anyway. He had asked her if there was anywhere she wanted to go with him before he left and she couldn’t 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 moment’s pause in his typical flat tone—Anywhere 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, she’d accepted that but… this time felt worse—much, 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know when he’d be back—she didn’t even know if he’d 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 wrist—steadying herself.

She resumed cutting the carrot.

Suddenly a tear drop hit the cutting board—making 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 away—ignore 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 didn’t 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.

“S-sorry.” she muttered, not looking at him.

“Devon.”

She turned away from him, pretending to rearrange the other ingredients on the counter while discreetly wiping her tears with her shoulder.

“Devon.” he repeated.

She picked up a few vegetables she hadn’t cut up yet, “Yes?”

“You don’t have to cook.”

She didn’t look at him when she moved past him, back to the cutting board, “What are you talking about? I have to make dinner.”

“No, you don’t.”

She laid out the other vegetables on the cutting board, “Yes, I do.”

Just as she reached for the knife, he grabbed her wrist—forcing her to meet his gaze.

“No the hell you don’t.” he grit out, “You can’t even hold a goddamn knife straight.”

Her eyes widened before her eyes immediately watered. She wrenched her hand out of his grasp and turned her back to him.

“Wait-“ his voice was low, somewhat frustrated-in a way that seemed to be directed at himself, “That’s not what I meant. I-I’m sorry.”

“No,” her voice cracked, “You’re right. I-I can’t—“

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, “I don’t know what to do, Levi.” she whispered.

The second his hands made contact with her sides, she covered her face with her hands—the 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 would’ve stopped breathing if she wasn’t 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 wouldn’t have to do this to him. So she could support him the way she wanted to-because she truly did-but it hurt. She couldn’t seem to find it in herself to stop crying. The tears felt endless.

She’d gotten too spoiled. She was too used to his touch, to his voice, his presence. She didn’t want to go a day without it, without him.

“I’m sorry, Devon.” his low voice was muffled by her hair. But it wasn’t 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 didn’t need to apologize—that she didn’t want him to apologize. But her voice came out too small—

“Levi-“

His arms around her tightened more somehow, completely drawing her frame into his—as 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 didn’t let go.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered once again, feeling sick.

He’d 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, that’s all he seemed to do.

He’d never seen her cry. She didn’t even cry when recounting the atrocities of her past. But somehow, here she was, crying over him.

He wasn’t 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.

“You’re gonna come back.” she affirmed, so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t been so close.

He would—even if he died trying.

“I’ll be waiting,” her voice wavered, “Don’t make my patience go to waste.”

He was quiet for a moment, simply staring at her.

What did I do to earn her?

“C-come back to me first thing.. just like last time.” 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, it’d be hard for him to stop.

“Just like last time,” he muttered, “ODM gear and all?”

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 face—looking away to hide her blush.

“I wouldn’t mind..” she murmured. He had looked really good in ODM gear after all.

“Yeah?” His brows furrowed, “What’s that tone.”

“Nothing.” she answered, a little too quickly.

“Then why can’t you look at me.”

She pulled at his arms around her, “Because I need to go—“

He only held her tighter, “You don’t need to go anywhere.”

She laughed lightly as he nuzzled his face into her neck again, “Levi!” she wriggled in his hold, her smile widening. “Let me go.”

His words were muffled by her hair, “Not happening-not til you explain yourself.”

“Explain what.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” he repeated her words-in an overtly suggestive tone that she didn’t use.

“I didn’t say it like that!” she shot back, blazing red.

She bit her lower lip, trying to think past his nose trailing her jaw.

“Fine, but you were thinking something.”

She had to distract him-she wasn't ready to admit that she liked seeing him in uniform just yet.

“I-I was.” she admitted, instantly blushing when she felt him go still beside her.

She pushed at his arms, “But I’ll only tell you after we grab some food. I’m hungry.”

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 didn’t miss the soft blush decorating her cheeks.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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.

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 that’d fallen over her face but suddenly went still. His fingertips hovering over her forehead.

He didn’t want to wake her.

His silver eyes raked over her features once more. She looked so at peace.. he’d never seen her asleep up-close like this.

He didn’t even remember how she got here. She’d 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 didn’t 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. She’d become the light of his days.

It scared him sometimes-how much he cared for her. He hadn’t felt this strongly about anything in years. In fact, he hardly felt anything at all–emotionally 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 wasn’t 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.

“I’m gonna head to bed.” 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 her–tugging 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 him–a bright flush spreading across her cheeks.

He couldn’t 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 couldn’t ever get enough. He held her lips a little longer–tilting 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 wasn’t the only one breathless.

Her face was more flushed than before, her lips slightly parted. He couldn’t 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 tightened—

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 uncomfortably–his 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 Levi’s 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?

“You awake.” he spoke, his voice somewhat taut.

Her eyes widened when she realized this was very much real.

“Shit.” 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.

“I fell asleep.” she murmured.

“Y-yeah.”

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, “You.. didn’t wake me up?”

“Why would I.”

She searched his face, “Aren’t you tired?”

He paused before shaking his head.

“I’m gonna make you tea-“ Just as she rose to do exactly that, his hand clasped around her shoulder.

“No. Just go to bed. It’s late.”

She frowned subtly, “But I want you to sleep too.”

His hand slipped over the side of her face, a touch of softness in his eyes, “I will,” he muttered, attempting to reassure her despite his flat tone, “I just need some time.”

She was quiet for a moment, assessing him somewhat haphazardly-since she was still sleepy-before cupping his hand over her face.

“Okay.” 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 hadn’t noticed his hard on-but mainly because he’d 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, it’d 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 mood—she wished it didn’t. She didn’t need to be reminded how easily her emotions affected her physicality.

She hated how her health had declined ever since two days ago—ever since he’d 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.

She’d 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 must’ve come home when she was asleep. She’d 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 didn’t 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. She’d nearly flung out of the apartment, forgetting to eat breakfast or pack lunch.

By the time she got home after work and culinary class, she’d wanted to nap but refused. She didn’t 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 ‘wasn’t 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 she’d 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 hadn’t noticed—or at least hadn’t commented on it. She wasn’t 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 door’s 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 would’ve heard him enter if the door had been closed previously.

If I leave my room door open.. at night.. that means I’m ready.

Her raspily spoken promise echoed within her mind. She suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion—his 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 didn’t stop until he stood directly before her.

He stood close enough that his familiar clean yet musky, cedarwood and eucalyptus scent wafted over her—but instead of eliciting the sense of comfort it typically derived within her, his scent awoke something different altogether. She felt hypnotized. She couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 near—only 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 towel—his 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 cheekbone—an 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 realized—this was the first time she was fully naked in front of someone. She felt vulnerable—exposed.

But his eyes didn’t make her feel that way.

She didn’t need to look at him to feel the weight of his gaze on her body—but she couldn’t 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 would’ve felt calculative if his eyes didn’t 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 was—possession.

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.

“W-wait,” she managed to choke out in a low whisper.

She faced him, her eyes searching his face. She didn’t realize she was almost checking to see if there was a flicker of impatience or annoyance—but 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, “I.. I want to undress you too.”

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 should’ve 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 close—his 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 neck—making 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. She’d seen him shirtless before but this was different. She never got to openly admire him—not 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 hadn’t expected her to touch him.

She glanced over to see him facing down-his black hair covering his eyes. She didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t used to being touched. She didn’t 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 wasn’t a fool, there was no gentleness in the hard muscles of his abdomen. This was a soldier’s body. A man who’s 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 abs—moving 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.

She’d 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 urgency—his 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 nape—drawing his face close. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face wildly as she whispered-hurriedly.

“Please, b-be gentle with me.”

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 couldn’t find one imperfection in his face.

He released her hips and pressed his hands to the bed beside her head—enclosing 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 degree— making her skin burn for something more. Her hands pulled at his hair, urging him closer.

She cried out when he palmed her breast, needily—the 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. It’s 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 outwards—seeking 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 hers—holding 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 must’ve 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.

“Levi-“ she rasped out.

His arm beside her head moved closer, his hand slipping into her hair—pressing into the side of her face. His thumb ran along cheek.

“S’okay,” his deep voice rumbled.

He pressed his forehead to hers, “I’ll-I’ll be slow,” he stuttered out, “Tell me—tell me when to stop.”

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 didn’t 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.

“How’s that.” 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 again—trying to prepare herself. She felt his cock disappear from within her only to force itself back in deeper.

“Ah!” she cried out, tears biting the corner of her eyes as her breath came out staggered. That hurt.

“Shit, sorry-“ 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, “I’ll be slower.” he murmured-voice strained.

She closed her eyes when he glanced down between them. She wasn’t 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 shouldn’t—as if he were trying to make room somewhere that was too tight but he kept insisting—making 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, how—

Her eyes shot open, “Wait-wait-“

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, “Don’t do that.”

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 her—her 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.

“Do you want me to be gentle.”

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. “Then don’t make this hard for me.” he spoke raggedly.

She held onto his neck tighter-her eyes flitting between each of his as her thumbs stroked ahis defined jaw.

“S-“ his lips cut her off before she could finish her apology. The kiss was fierce, hungry, unrestrained—suddenly 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 skin—her 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, “This is gonna hurt.”

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.

“Okay.” 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 form—keeping her pinned under him.

Her insides clung to him—squeezing 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 pain—wanting to give him her all.

She lifted her hips slightly—her 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 she’d 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 weren’t pasted to his forehead swayed as he looked down at her.

She swallowed, her heart scrambling into different directions at his gaze. She couldn’t describe the pull she always felt with him—as if the atoms in the air were pulling them together, as if being skin to skin wasn’t 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, “L-Levi, what are you doing?”

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 face—his thumb grazing her panting lips.

His eyes were unrelenting in the dark, “I’m not done with you.”

A loud gasp left her lips when she felt him press his hips further into her.

She groaned, “Levi..” her hands spasmed across his chest before gripping his shoulders tightly.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice jagged, “How could I be? After everything you do to me..”

Her cunt squeezed around him and he hissed. His cock bucking into her, “Need t’give this cunt what it deserves.”

Before he could start, her hand went to his throat, “Wait-wait-I-I don’t know if I’m made for this.” 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.

“Then why do you feel like you’re made for me.”

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. She’d 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 couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t 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 he’d 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 desired—he didn’t slow down.

Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes as his pace picked up. She didn’t think that was possible-but his strength-she felt it thrumming boundlessly in his skin. She swore his cock had grown in size.

She couldn’t 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 deep—deep enough to make her shatter. Her head flung backwards. She didn’t 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 body—consuming 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.

“Have you ate at all today?”

She froze, her hand tightening over the sheets, “No.” she admitted.

She felt Levi’s razor-sharp eyes bore into the side of her head but she refused to meet his gaze. She knew the confession would upset him.

“That explains it.” Dr. Bernard spoke calmly before reaching into his bag and handing her a banana.

She hesitated a moment before taking it.

“Please, eat,” he urged, “It’s no wonder you went unconscious after that much strenuous activity.” Dr. Bernard shot Levi a disappointed look.

Levi didn’t meet his eyes. He wore a plain black tee since she currently wore the dress-shirt he’d been wearing earlier.

Dr. Bernard stood up, re-adjusting his glasses, “I suppose that concludes our time together. Please, miss, I implore you to not miss your meals. Food is our fuel.”

His eyes narrowed as he turned to Levi, “And I implore you to practice more restraint.”

A faint blush bloomed on Levi’s 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.

“I’ll walk you out.” 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 he’d be mad at her for skipping her meals but it still surprised her.

She waited for some scolding remark but none came—instead he was terse, “How do you feel.”

She’d 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 she’d 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.

“H-how did you do that?” her voice felt low and hoarse to her ears.

His thin brows furrowed, “What.”

Her legs inadvertently squeezed together under the sheets-his eyes followed the action.

She swallowed, “How did you make me feel like that?”

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, “How’d I make you feel.” 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, “Guess I’ll just walk myself out then!”

Levi suddenly wrenched himself away from her-as if having completely forgotten someone else was in the apartment. To be fair, she had too.

“I’ll be back.” 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 door—an 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 must’ve hastily replaced them before grabbing the Doctor.

She touched her lower belly, belatedly realizing that the cum that’d been there moments ago was gone as well. He was always so particular about his cleanliness… only to fuck like that. She couldn’t 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 Levi’s 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 being—when’s he going to come back?

Unfortunately, it would be a while.

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHNSUFBiebijnadsnfuild :)

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roleplayfinder · 11 months ago

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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

#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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kribuki · 3 months ago

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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 (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

We might be a good match if:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ships I'm interested writing

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

Ships I'm looking for:

Pieck x Jean Kirstein

Pieck x male Hange/Hanji

♡ Nanaba x Mike/Miche Zacharius

f!OC x Levi Ackerman

f!OC x Jean

♡ f!OC x Mike/Miche Zacharias

♡ f!OC x Furlan Church

Ships I can write:

Erwin Smith x f!OC

Kenny Ackerman x f!OC

Zeke Yeager x Pieck / f!OC

Eren Yeager x Mikasa / f!OC

Mikasa x Jean

Reiner x Historia / Annie / f!OC

Bertholdt x Annie / f!OC

Porco Galliard x Pieck / f!OC

Nile Dock x Marie / f!OC

Petra x Oruo

Eld Gin × f!OC

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

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

#aot #aot roleplay #aot rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #attack on titan roleplay #attack on titan #rp #roleplay #anime roleplay

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apollodarling-writes · 11 months ago

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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 I’ve 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. i’m 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 they’re androids, they won’t have any special powers other than insane strength and intelligence, but you can customize them to look more vampy or god-like. it’s 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 wouldn’t want it to be too OC-like — 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. you’ll 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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the-traveling-poet · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on the discourse behind jurix/juripearl?

Honestly, I didn’t 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 didn’t know anything about the situation, so I wasn’t about to start spreading false information on something I knew nothing about. 2). I’m 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 doesn’t, this is my view on it; they’re homophobic.

If they wanted to ship Levi Ackerman with female characters (i.e. Petra, Fem!Hange, female OCs, or self ship) that’s totally cool. Great! Good for you! I love me some good Fem!Hange x Levi fanart. But if that’s 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 don’t 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 doesn’t ship Levi with anyone other than females, that’s cool. Just look at the straight ships then. You don’t need to bash others because you prefer straight relationships.

While searching their page, (One of them apparently, I didn’t know they had more than one acc. I haven’t 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. I’m sorry but their “facts” are wrong. And sometimes weird?? Help me??

But the facts are; We don’t know his sexual orientation. Supposedly he’d never been with someone.

Thus, this leaves the fandom to see it how we want to. It’s literally a fandom, we’re allowed to ship him with whomever we want or no one at all! Or even self ship! It’s all valid and okay and absolutely beautiful!!!

Bottom line here is; I don’t do discourse. I don’t do drama. But I’ll take a stand when homophobia like this is being spread around, cause I can’t stand that shit. It shouldn’t have a platform in which to stand. Ever. I’ll happily dismantle any stage that gets built to preach this bullshit.

Lynn out ✌️

#i’m a huge eruie fan #but i can easily see him being shipped with fem!hange #or masc!hange #because let’s 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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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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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

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #touken ranbu rp

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koalpigeon · 2 years ago

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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.

❀。• ₊°。 ❀°。 ✿°。 ✿° ✿°。 ✿° .❀。• ₊°。 ❀

"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 – 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 – 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.

#levi #levi ackerman #ackerman #original character #oc #love #slowburn #werewolf #mikasa #eren #attackontitan #attack on titan #Titan

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kikyoslostsoul · 6 months ago

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Levi Ackerman! Muse open!

I’ve 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!

#attack on titan #aot rp #aot roleplay #anime rp #anime roleplay

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 2 years ago

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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 🙈), fluff

ch. 1 [...] ch. 35 | chapter 36 | ch. 37

“Oh I know that look.”

Devon immediately snapped out of her trance at the voice. She turned to face the shorter old woman.

Devon blinked, “What?”

“That lil smile while starin’ off. You’re in love aren’t you?”

Devon’s eyes widened before immediately going scarlet.

In truth, she had been thinking about Levi. More specifically the body-tingling kiss he’d 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 sides—all because she hadn’t broken the kiss first.

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

The older woman sighed, “I remember those days.”

Devon offered her a gentle smile—feeling rather embarrassed. She knew she’d 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.

“Who is he?” she inquired, gently.

Devon hesitated at the question—suddenly questioning the state of their relationship.

What are we?

“He’s my fiancé..” she answered with a subtle frown.

The woman’s smile widened, “How’d you meet him?”

She fidgeted a bit, absentmindedly messing with the strap of her bag over shoulder.

“Ah—It’s a bit of a long story.” she said, feeling somewhat shy.

“Does it look like I have something better to do?”

Devon couldn’t 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 couldn’t hurt. She kind of did want to talk about him with someone anyway…

“Oh wow! So what started out as a fake engagement turned into a real one!” the old woman exclaimed.

Devon smiled, “I suppose so.”

“How fortunate.” the woman responded with a warm smile.

“He played the long game, huh.” 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 Devon’s shocked expression.

He blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, “What—the guy’s probably had eyes for you the second he saw ya. Probably took you to his spot on purpose.”

Devon’s brows drew together.

“Didn’t you just say he told you he liked you since the training corps or some shit?”

She didn’t like that this random male suddenly knew the details of her relationship. She hadn’t seen him show up at the carriage stop.

She frowned, “Yes but..” It wasn’t planned.

..Right?

He let out a low chuckle, “You thought he messed up your career and took you to his place out of the kindness of his heart?”

At her blank expression he smiled smugly, “Naive girl.”

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.

“Good luck to ya.” 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, “Ignore him. Probably got his heart broken once and forgot things can unfold genuinely if you let em.”

Devon nodded expressionlessly before helping the woman get onto the carriage.

She tried to dismiss the strange man’s words from her mind but the seed had been planted. Uneasiness swirled within her gut and she couldn’t 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 wasn’t going to let some bitter man’s 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 couldn’t deny the possibility of what that bitter man said being true. Levi could’ve ruined her scout career to get her alone—it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.

After all, when she was little she’d gotten kidnapped and sold by her ‘adoptive father’. It wouldn’t 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 hadn’t necessarily tried to have all of her yet-but what if that was all a part of the ‘long game’ 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. She’d 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.

“Don’t tell me you brought food from class again.”

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.

He’d 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 that—she was certain they must’ve cost a pretty penny.

He found them?!

Her rising excitement was quickly shot down when the bitter man’s 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. “Devon-“

Before he could step towards her she straightened.

She held out a hand, “Don’t move.”

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, “I need to know something a-and don’t even think of lying to me.”

His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenching as he contemplated her words before settling on, “Go on.”

She spoke as firmly as she could manage—despite her thoughts running rampant within her head, “Tell me.. you didn't plan any of this. That you didn’t stop me from being a scout just to get me here, alone with you—to make me fall for you, j-just to..”

“To what.” The words felt curt despite his natural monotone.

She met his sharp, hard-set gaze. She didn’t 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.

“To. what.” he repeated, his tone more severe somehow.

“To take advantage of me.” she spat, her chest heaving in and out-as if it took her a lot to say.

“Tch.” he scowled. His hand flat on the table curled into a fist at his side.

His silver eyes were sharper than razor blades, “You think I’d wait this long if all I wanted to do was fuck you.”

“If that’s all I saw you useful for what’s stopping me from fucking you the second I got you here.”

“Hell—what’s stopping me from fucking you in the damn training corps? You think your word would’ve mattered over mine if you snitched?”

Her eyes were blown wide—speechless.

His scowl deepened, “But you did get one thing right.”

He looked aside. His expression gloomy as he stared off elsewhere, “I never planned on sending you to the damn Scout corps.”

Her brows furrowed in astonishment.

He continued, a tad quietly, “Sometimes I think I knew the second I met you. You just.. reminded me of myself-a much, much better version of myself.”

“I never cared to talk to you. I watched you and didn’t hate you the second I saw you, so I figured that’d be enough to cut it with Erwin but you just-“ he grit his teeth, “you just had to be you.”

His narrow eyes met hers, “There was no way in hell I’d let you go through what I did.”

She felt her heartstrings tighten within her chest.

She forced her voice to come out steady, “That still wasn’t your choice to make.”

“Yeah? Was I just supposed to not give a shit? Was I supposed to assume you’d do great against a titan when you couldn’t even defend yourself against Carter?”

Her face twisted into a glare, “Yes.” she spat.

He returned her glare by a thousandfold, “You don’t know what you looked like on that Infirmary bed.”

“I don’t care! It’s better than having someone else make my decisions for me.”

He went quiet at that—his jaw clenching before he looked away. His dark hair covered his eyes as he faced downwards.

Her voice came out crisp, “And what then-if I still wanted to be a Scout?”

“You want to be a chef.”

“Yes, but if I didn’t—what would you do?”

He shifted-still not meeting her gaze, “That’s not—“

“Answer the question.” she snapped.

His eyes flashed to hers in an instant, “I obviously would’ve done everything in my fuckin’ power to not let that shit happen.”

Her eyes widened at the harshness of his tone, before her gaze hardened.

“You would’ve lost me.”

His posture stiffened, “I don’t lose if you’re alive.”

She was rendered speechless at that. His face was a cold mask of indifference—she felt like she was back at day one with him. Back to the days where she couldn’t 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, “It’s me, right? It’s me that’s bothering you.”

His voice was flat, detached, “I’ll leave if that’s what you want. We both know this place is more useful to you than me-“

Her eyes widened, “What.” her voice wavered.

He took a step towards the door, “I’ll transfer the apartment's ownership to you whenever you want. If you need me-“

She ran towards him, not stopping until she stood directly before him.

“Levi, what are you saying?”

He couldn’t meet her eyes.

She searched his face, “That’s not what I want.”

His steel-gray eyes flashed to hers. Her heart skipping several beats when she saw the desperation in his eyes despite his gruff tone.

“What do you want.”

Her hands went to his chest. Her voice wavering, “I want you” -to stay.

His lips were on hers in an instant—stealing 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 couldn’t help but moan softly when he tilted his head to kiss her like he couldn’t 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 bit—her 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 shirt—his fingertips grazing her hip before cupping the curve of her waist. Her skin warm to his touch—he 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 Levi’s when he backed up slightly. His steely, narrow eyes pierced into hers—making 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.

“L-levi.” she nearly whispered, making him pause.

A deep hum emanated from his chest, “Hm.”

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 table’s edge her groin would’ve been right against his.

She shivered at the thought, before looking up to meet his gaze again.

“I’m a virgin.” she mumbled, her face hot.

He didn’t seem to react. Instead his silvery eyes seemed to search her face before his deep voice rumbled,

“You don’t think I can be gentle.”

Her face seemed to burn hotter, “Well.. I know it’s the last thing you want to be.”

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, “The last.”

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, “How about this..”

Her heartbeat pounded rapidly within her chest as she came up with something on the spot, “If I leave my room door open.. at night.. that means I’m ready.”

His eyes widened and she couldn’t help but redden further.

She shifted slightly under him before placing her hand on the side of his face, “O-okay?”

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.

“Kiss me.” he ordered gruffly.

She intended to give him a peck but he pressed his lips down against hers—holding 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.

“You made the skewers go cold.” he grumbled.

When she didn’t respond he glanced over at her. His eyes widened when he noticed she was looking down at his lower region. He didn’t need to check himself to know he had a raging boner.

But to see her looking at it—all 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, “Devon.”

She glanced up at him, eyes wide, only to glance back down again. She couldn’t seem to pry her eyes off of the bulge in his pants.

“Keep starin’ and I’m gonna make you do something about it.”

In truth he was embarrassed-really embarrassed-despite knowing it couldn’t 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, “There’s nothing to stare at.”

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 stomach–holding her in place. His hand at her navel didn’t 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 navel–preventing his hand from going lower.

“L-levi..” 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.

“Nothing, huh.”

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 didn’t want the contact to end.

She swiftly pulled herself from his grasp–scurrying to the other side of the kitchen. He could’ve easily caught her but forced himself to keep it together. God knows what he would’ve done had she not slipped away just then. He didn’t want to act more impulsively than he already had–especially not after the consent she’d 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 her–making 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.

“That’s what I thought.” his low voice rumbled.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Levi muttered.

Devon was sitting on his lap, happily eating a chicken skewer when he’d asked her why she came home all guns ablaze today. She’d 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 ‘good luck’ in that tone.

She was too happy to let that bitter man’s 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. “You want to kill everyone.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

She paused, raising a brow, “Really?”

A moment of silence followed as he searched her face–completely expressionless, “Never mind.”

She broke out in a fit giggles and his eyes widened. He didn’t 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.

“You shouldn’t talk to strangers.” he advised, quietly.

“But the old lady looked nice.” she rebutted, lightly.

“You wouldn’t say the same about an old man.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyes narrowed as he saw her attempt to hide the shy yet goofy smile spreading across her lips.

She continued, “I’m with you after all.”

Just as she lifted herself off his lap, his hands found her hips–firmly planting her back down on his thigh. His hands were at her sides–tickling the living shit out of her. She gasped-twisting, turning, laughing all at once as she flailed within his arms.

“Levi! Stop—stop. Please–” she choked out through laughs.

He didn’t stop, only continuing to tickle her relentlessly, “Old man? That what I am to you.”

“I was joking–joking–ah!” 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, “You’re the worst.” she mumbled.

His small smile reappeared, “Mhm.”

She shoved his chest, “I mean it!”

There was a moment’s pause before he spoke.

“ ‘Oh I know that look. You’re in love, aren't you?’ “ he mocked the old woman’s words from the encounter she’d just recounted.

Her eyes widened. She’d meant to leave that detail out but he didn’t understand how Devon became tempted to share their ‘story’ to a stranger so she’d just told him. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up though.

She blushed-retorting, “She was just saying that. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“So you weren’t thinking of me.”

She blinked, “I-erm-I.. I was but-”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

She glanced up at him-her heart skipping a beat. Despite the words coming from his typical low, flat tone–the words felt oddly gentle.

She straightened up slightly, feeling shy. Maybe it was childish of her but the ‘L’ word felt rather intimidating. Not in the sense that she was simply scared to say it but because she still wasn’t 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 she’d said those three words was to her adoptive father. Even if she’d said the words innocently-and meant it as purely as a child would’ve, it left a scar. One that wasn’t physical–because 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.

“Oi.” he spoke calmly-forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

She glanced over at him.

“What’re you thinking about so hard.”

She blinked before a soft smile spread across her lips. Who am I kidding–I’d do anything for him.

The realization made her heart flutter and also made a small laugh leave her lips. She couldn’t 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, “Nothing.” 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, “Keep doin’ that and this old man’s never gonna let you go.”

She blushed, “Maybe that’s the goal.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

He began to tickle her again and she cried out, “Levi!!”

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