#professor levi ackerman

[agusrkive]

having a crush on professor Levi would be so hard and embarrassing at the same time because why are you blushing while being scolded for not getting a simple formula?

you are currently in his office, seated on his chair under his desk. your hands fiddling with each finger as they nestled timidly down on your lap while he's explaining the problem you were having earlier in class. you are one of the top students and your grades in almost every subject were beyond excellent. well, almost.. except for professor Levi Ackerman’s class. his subject wasn’t even that hard, you just can’t seem to focus no matter how hard you try. it’s like he always finds his way to creep into your thoughts making it hard for you to listen attentively and keep your attention on the lesson. now you’re having trouble catching up with all the lectures you missed, thanks to your daydreaming about your hot professor who won’t leave you alone (in your mind at least)

“Did you get all of that?" his hard gaze on you makes your face heat up and you panic at the question. you just nodded, but the truth is you didn’t even understand any single word that he said. you were too focused on how close he was standing next to you. his arm resting perfectly on the back of your chair while the other flexes as he points at the screen in front of you and it’s not helping either with how good he smells, the scent of mint so intoxicating fills your senses and your breathing becomes ragged. your thoughts start to drift around dangerous waters and you can't help the image planted in your mind, you on his desk, him between your legs. your palms firmly placed against his chest while his hands are roaming at the small of your back. he pulls you against him making you gasp and he takes that as an opportunity to connect your lips with hi— you close your eyes and shake your head in attempt to push the dirty thoughts away, what the hell is wrong with you?

"tch. you’re clearly not listening again.” he flicks your forehead and that made you snap out of it.

“s-sorry sir, I was just..” you tried to reason but you couldn’t find anything to say, not even an excuse. you can’t just blatantly admit to him that the reason why you couldn’t focus is because of him and how badly you want him. you hear him let out a disappointed sigh and you feel bad. you can’t even look at him right now.

“something bothering you isn’t it? you need to tell me what is it so we can fix it.” Levi says as he grips your chair, twisting it around making you face him. fuck, your faces are now so close to each other. too close, you feel like you might pass out any second. you’ve never been this close to him before and if he leans a little more, your lips would definitely touch. why does he have to be so fuckin hot?

“tell me, what seems to be distracting you that you can’t even focus in my class?”

Levi isn’t dumb. he’s actually aware of your odd behavior in his class that has been going on for months now. he’s been observing you silently, but there hasn’t been a single improvement from you at all. in fact, you actually became worse. he knows that you are smart and that you aced almost every class you’re in, so what is it about his class that has a top student almost close to flunking?

then he figured it out when he called you into his office this morning.

“am I making you nervous?” this time, he says your name. the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, you feel chills inside your body causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. you gulped, trying to calm yourself. shit he knows.. of course he would! but still, he doesn’t know that you like him, right? he couldn’t possibly..

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[lesinquietes]

I once wrote this longfic about Yandere!Professor!Levi who works out of a university and agrees to take you on as his teaching assistant in the first year of your grad degree…… and guys, the brainrot is back 🥺

Tw; coercion, degradation, dominant levi, dubcon (just a sprinkle), oral sex (levi receiving), slut-shaming, spanking

He remembers how much completing a master’s degree sucks. Rewarding? A little. But mostly just a waste of time keeping to the institution’s expectations of excellence. Originally, he only applied to see if he would get one of the scholarships they offered to the poor folk. He didn’t anticipate gaining entry to the program.

Fast forward to eight years later, and he’s cozy in his teaching position. The headmaster is his best friend, Erwin Smith. Life is good. He doesn’t have to teach much with the team of graduate assistants he has each semester. He lets them conduct seminars on course material to get “teaching experience”. As if that’ll help them find a job afterwards.

Although everything seems to have fallen into place for him, there’s still something missing. A void. A yearning. For what, he doesn’t know; that is, until you came along. You make him realize that life isn’t meant to be easy.

For every class he teaches, he receives at least one teaching assistant. Oftentimes, the flock he gets are new graduate students who don’t know their hand from their foot. They’re so nervous in their new role, that they cause more havoc than they’re worth. As such, he’s learned to be a hard ass. It turns out tough love works better than coddling.

But you.

You don’t respond well to either.

And it pisses him off how you’re not predictable. Growing up in the slums made his ability to read situations damn near immaculately. To some degree, he should be able to predict most common behaviours. He’s utterly confused when you don’t respond to reward or punishment. What kind of person are you? The fascination takes him faster than the alcohol did after Farlan and Isabel died in that car accident. Unlike the liquor, he lets his attraction for you bloom.

He treats you like an academic study. He writes down his hypotheses and then conducts an experiment to record data. He documents every method he tries, hoping to make a breakthrough, all while skirting under your radar; the subject can’t know her role in his field research.

Initially, he’s hard on you. He discovered a marking error on one of his students’ returned papers. Usually he doesn’t bother to check his teaching assistant’s work. With you, he’s been putting in overtime.

“The fuck is this?” He growled, tossing the paper onto your desk.

“What?”

You took the sheet onto your hands and scanned the lines with careful orbs. When you reached the bottom, you locked eyes with him. He doesn’t utter a word. You’re bright enough to understand the implicit message.

“I made a mistake,” you state. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

You always act so diplomatic with him. He wishes you would let your guard down. You speak to your colleagues with less of an edge to your tone.

“I thought a master’s student would be able to handle bachelor’s level shit.” He antagonized you. “If you fuck up again I’ll scrap your contract for next semester.”

It’s a bluff. He won’t do that. He doesn’t want anyone else getting you as a teaching assistant, least of all that creep Miche. You’re too alluringly odd. Levi wants to lay claim to you.

“It won’t happen again,” you called after him. “Sorry.”

A lightbulb goes off in his head. His vivid memory of your nonchalance gave him a bright idea. You don’t mean your apologies because you don’t care. Truly.

Of course you haven’t been responsive to his rearing techniques; you aren’t interested in what he’s offering. He hasn’t been using the correct rewards and punishments. You’re in this teaching assistant position against your will; you needed to take it on so you could afford to pay your tuition. He bets you’re dying for stimulation.

With this in mind, he sends you an email, requesting your presence in his office tomorrow morning. If you want something to captivate your picky mind, he’s going to give it to you.

He can’t believe his eyes when you actually obey his request to bend over his desk. Your skirt hikes up, revealing your cute panties. They’re white. The way they don’t fit around the cheeks of your ass makes his cock twitch in his pants. The notion that you planned this crosses his mind. He dismisses it in favour of indulging.

Levi smacks his ruler against your ass, revelling in how your holes twitch each time he strikes. You respond well to this punishment. You moan and gasp when he goes harder, panting breathily like a desperate whore. He’s never seen so much life in your face. He only stops hitting your plump globes when the skin feels tender and worn beneath his palm; even then, he gives them one more clap before standing up to tug down his trousers.

You suck his cock next. Who knew you were such a champ at giving head? He helps you along with a firm hand glued to the back of your skull. You choke and slobber when his rip slams into the back of your throat. He doesn’t let up. Tears are streaming down your face until he decides it’s time you worship his balls. He shoves your nose and mouth into his sack, shuddering when he feels your tongue lavish each sphere with your love. It’s almost enough to make him cum.

He can’t take much more of your teasing. He forces himself down your throat a second time and shoots his load. You cough and sputter, but he doesn’t let you off. You’ll only have the privilege of air when you swallow. Once you do, he’s happy to permit you to breathe.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head up. His steely orbs are filled with wanton lust. Your makeup is smeared and your eyes are glossy. You’re in a daze. This is what you wanted all along; to be used by your professor.

Well, if that’s what it’ll take for you to maintain an interest in grading for his class, he’s happy to do it; the next time you need some proctoring, he’ll be sure to claim that wet pussy of yours.

[stillackerman]

A few years after The Rumbling, Levi is almost 40 and without his Ackerman's powers, he starts noticing he squints his eyes while reading more often these days. First, he's in denial: "I don't need glasses, tch!", but one day he stops by the optic store and buys one pair. And life is a little easier right now, even if Gabi makes fun of him, calling him 'an old man'.

[cometlevi]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

[devildmeggs]

currently nanami from jjk, but there’s definitely a pattern (kakashi, levi, aizawa, etc.)

[anlian-aishang]

You gift him a new tie to wear, he puts in on immediately. Only for you to pull him nice and close with it later.

Like the lecture hall has been emptied after the last class of the day, you grab the fresh, pristine, new tie right near his throat and and twirl it around your hand so it's a solid hold, and yank on it to bring him forwards. He gets a cute little blush cause you're being so up front about it (which could be unusual) but it's for your benefit as much as his, really.

After all, change is as good as a holiday, right?

Have been screaming about this inbox for over a year and only tonight was my brain able to respond with some words.

tags: [professor] levi ackerman x [wife] reader, smut [foreplay], modern AU, fem!reader word count: 1400

Watching him lecture to a hall of hundreds, it was hard to believe he was your husband. Just this morning, he had brewed you a pot of coffee, wearing nothing but glasses and briefs. So opposite to the professor before you now: black slacks ironed, button-down tucked perfectly into them, sealed with a leather belt - one you remembered using in less academic contexts.

Levi’s voice was uniquely stern, one you seldom heard at home, almost as if he was trying to frighten the undergraduates into remembering every word out his mouth. He could feign all he wanted, but you knew just how deeply he cared. Office hours that often ran overtime: Ackerman never turned away a student at the door. When he finally did make it home, his nights were sleepless: staring at the ceiling, praying that his students were meanwhile studying. He was convinced that he was more anxious for the final than they were - their futures relying on their grade, on their comprehension, on the quality of his teaching, no matter how distantly. 

Maybe that’s why the veins were standing in his neck, why his hand gripped the chalk so tightly, why those ice-blue eyes snapped glances at the clock so often. You shivered in your back-row seat and felt warped back to your first encounter: longing for him to look at you, terrified that he would. Suddenly, you felt the fear of the students, yet in good company of his fangirls. Greatly outnumbered, you were sure that if they knew the marital status of the classroom’s intruder, violence would ensue, and they would promptly audition to serve as her replacement. So ridiculous, you giggled to yourself - at least you had tried to, but someone managed to hear.

“Please,” although his voice was far from pleading as Professor Ackerman spotted you in the crowd. Glaring through black bangs, “contain yourself.”

Audible was the turn of everyone in their old, wooden chairs. All eyes on you felt miniscule compared to his, which still - after all these years - took your breath away. With his students’ attention off of him, Levi tossed you a smirk. Then, with half an eye roll, Ackerman turned back to the board, “Right, as I was saying…”

// // // 

He had warned you that the line would be long, but silly you had not thought about what to do with yourself during that time. You were the only “student” who had brought a purse instead of a backpack, whose notebook was merely a planner’s extra pages, who had not worn sweatpants to the last lecture of the semester. Awkwardly, you paced in the back and made yourself a shadow, aiming to give privacy to the students, their professor, and their last-minute questions. 

Maybe it was the anticipation of what would happen after they left, but you could have sworn that those students were taking their sweet time. Eyeing his wedding ring? Eyeing something else? Soaking up every second with him? Vying for some favoritism before grades were submitted? Your thoughts were ridiculous, but your heart inexplicably tightened. Levi would have scoffed if he knew how you felt, especially given all the times he had referred to them as “snot-nosed brats.” Nevertheless, your pacing burst free from the background: heels clacking loudly, echoing through the near-empty theater, and by proxy - shoving the last students out of the room. 

“Good luck.” By one hand on the podium, Levi pivoted out from behind and waved to them on their way out, “And don’t forget to-” but you had shut the door behind them before he could finish.

With arms crossed and a sour look, you made your way down the aisles, a thwartless pace to the professor. He placed one hand on his hip and teased, “Ah - coming to apologize?”

Right hand slithered over his shoulder, left hand met it at his nape. A brief swipe of his undercut before crawling back down his chest. Palms over his pecs, lungs breathing heavy underneath. Levi tilted his head and stared, “I have to ask, little Mrs. Ackerman, was something funny? Or were you just trying to distract your classmates?” Slender finger traced under your chin and beckoned your gaze to meet his. “I take discipline very seriously, so please - explain yourself.”

“Oh, I just… you know… this class is so boringgg.” You flashed an obnoxious grin, donned an even more obnoxious voice. “I thought I’d just scroll on my phone a bit, cause I mean, when are we ever really going to use this stuff anyways?”

Between your words, your touch had deviated. Fingers delicate as they traced down his sleeves, familiar with all the muscles they hid, until interlocked in his hands. With that hold, you lifted him to your lips. Tongue danced between his chalk-covered digits, lips circled them clean.

Filthy. The clean freak held back his swears, a heavy exhale instead. He bit his lip, biting back a sultry smile. Shaking his head, the pinch of your chin tightened. Snide, “Afraid I have no choice but to give you an F.”

Falsified shock, your lips parted with a gasp that made his pants tighten. Fingertips drifted even lower, following the sewn threads of his shirt. Nails hiked over his nipples and gave a pair of split-second pinches, drawing a stiff arch of his back, at last pressing him to your front. The man shuddered against you, but that did not stop your pursuit. Knuckles hooked through his belt loops and pulled him even closer. At your sex, you could feel him grow: hard, warm, throbbing, though his calm expression gave little indication. As his erection grew, though, his composure was inversely related - as he would put it. Leaking tip met the bottom of his cold belt buckle, his inhales turned sharp. Frustrated grunts as his swell bargained with the confines of his linens. Music to your ears, you felt he deserved some too. 

One hand cupped the back of his neck, the other his length. Snapping his ear to your lips, where teeth scraped, words soothed: “Oh, Professor Ackerman,” with a high-pitched whine and breathless sigh, you kneaded his cock in your grip, “wouldn’t you at least consider giving me a D?”

Before he could react - laugh, choke, or even ask himself did I hear that right? - you grabbed his tie and yanked him to your lips. The satin of the accessory and that of his kiss were a perfect match, exactly what you thought when you bought it. The heel of your hand rode the curve of his nape, fists made in his locks, angling him right where you wanted. Black tea and mint in his taste, you longed to sweeten it with your cream. 

The force he matched you with - you believed he wanted that, too. Brows knit in determination, Levi’s tongue began its own expedition down your throat, teeth sandwiched your lip, prying you open for all his desires. Maintaining the kiss, you hastened to strip each other free. 

At an agonizing pace, you undid his buttons and pulled on his zipper. You were either clumsy or sadistic to fumble with him the way you did: scraping over his slit, dragging his precum along his length, making him extra vulnerable to the evening air when you finally unleashed him. Your delicate touch incited the opposite in him: an unwavering speed he undressed you with. Hem of your shirt to your collarbone, your nipples hardened fast in sudden exposure. Bra hooked loose by one hand, neck squeezed by the other. In a handful of seconds, your only coverage was the love marks on your jawline. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to a completely different person: no longer the calm and collected Professor Ackerman, but his tender alter ego. Bright blush and disheveled hair, polar to his pale complexion and standard gel. Instead of his commanding speech, embarrassing breaths echoed down the hallway. Perfectly pressed clean clothes had turned wrinkled in strife, damp with overstimulated sweat, especially at his middle. 

Levi’s exhales became your inhales as he struggled to regain his breath. Trembling in your arms, he shook his head and sighed, “Is this why you bought me a tie?” And made some crazy excuse to come to work with me today?

A low chuckle, it was your turn to reciprocate the eye roll. With a quick jerk, you swiped the tie out from under his collar. A lazy swing of your new lasso, “Let’s put this thing to real use.”

// masterlist //

[clefairymuke]

eloquent | eleven

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3.2k

tw: swearing, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of cheating, age gap, teacher/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of marking, a little teasing

tags: @number-0-iz @propertyoftoru @commanderawkward @thenamesholly @shortmexicangirl @missyasma @syubseokie @ceceofthevalley @sleepynyx @lavidamuerta @rxcked @peacchfuz @musababy @tripedelic-cali @bitterjay @hypernovaxx @alominum @myownenjoymentfanfiction | reply to be added!!

<chapter ten | masterlist >

Levi presses his head into the cold tile of the shower wall, the steam that billows around him feeling more like a murky fog than the relaxing sauna he expected. Each drop of water numbs an infinitesimal bit of skin on his back before rolling down to his ankles, and he’s sure the once-soft canvas between his shoulders is now raw and red. The sting of the heat wore off a half hour earlier. 

Confidence had never been a problem before, second-guessing his choices unheard of, but that was before you. Before he allowed himself, in an unforgivably drunken stupor no less, to pursue some ridiculous semblance of a relationship with a student— with his only student, at that. Before the incisors of childish jealousy sank deep into his neck and forced its venom to course through his veins. Before you showed him that perhaps there are things in this world even he can’t handle. Now, since you, all he has the energy to do is think, and rethink, and rethink again.

He takes a deep, ragged breath, straightening himself then punching his thumb into the intercom button on the wall. “Hange,” he starts, voice husky with frustration, “bring a pot of tea to my study. Don’t stick around.”

“You got it, boss.”

Levi’s hair is still dripping onto his face as he sips the chamomile from the dainty teacup at his desk. He stares angrily at the blank document in front of him, as if he’s trying to intimidate it into spontaneously populating with the words that seem to escape him. He thought he was immune to slumps. Thirty years of his life he’d had something to behold, something he needed the entire world to read; the last few months, however, have been void of any substance at all. This is the one problem he can’t blame on you.

Deadlines stalk him viciously, interrogators in their own right, begging him for something to consume with a disgusting quickness. He has nothing to give them. Lately he’s questioned if he ever will again.

He considers calling you. Asking for your thoughts instead of assaulting you with his. As soon as the idea crosses his mind, he’s only frustrated with himself again, and yet, his hand still gravitates toward his cell phone. Levi allows his thumb to hover over your name for only a second before scoffing under his breath and tossing the device to the side. At this moment, he makes a decision. It’s one he may not like, but one that needs to be made nonetheless. It’s time to pull back from you.

-

YOU

You don’t hear from Levi again until Tuesday morning rolls around. Trying not to let it bother you proves impossible as you stress over your appearance before the meeting, which is something you hadn’t worried much about in the past. You spend a painstaking amount of time mulling over your outfit for the day.

You’d stayed up all night editing your pages, which is turning into quite the habit. It’s astounding how one heated meeting and a single date could send you down such a spiral of inspiration, and you more than appreciate this unexpected surprise. Sleep escapes you these days; all that comes to you in the night is your work. You hope your dedication doesn’t escape Levi’s devouring glare, but you fear it will in light of his recent lack of communication. Still, you find yourself significantly less afraid of your advisor-slash-fling for once— perhaps he won’t be so cruel after finding his way into your pants. 

An hour later, when your warm smile crashes headfirst into his icy glare, you realize you might have been dead wrong. You remain confident— he feeds on fear and humiliation, after all— and chirp out a friendly greeting. His eyes soften for only a second before freezing over again.

“Good morning,” Levi says smoothly, opening the door a bit further to allow you into his office. You allow your shoulder to brush his chest just barely as you pass, fighting the urge to do it with your hand, instead. 

“You look nice today,” you tell him as the door clicks shut. “How was your week?”

“Do you have any pages, or did you think I scheduled this meeting to chit chat?” he snaps, rounding his desk and sitting down without meeting your eyes.

His tone admittedly ruffles your feathers, but you let it roll off your back, fishing the manila folder out of your purse and leaning forward to lay it on the desk. “I’m proud of them,” you say, eyes flitting back and forth as nerves begin to overtake you, eager to look anywhere but his smoky eyes. “I hope you will be, too.”

He takes the folder without a word, ten minutes of silence besides the turning of pages and his pen scribbling in the margins. You cross and uncross your legs a hundred times, palms sweating as a familiar dread settles over your weak shoulders. At least it hasn’t hit the shredder yet, you tell yourself. Anything is better than that. 

“I like it,” he says, and that’s all. You wait for more to come from his mouth, lips parted as if there’s something else on his mind, something threatening to slip despite his protests, but Levi remains stubborn and quiet.

You aren’t sure what to reply with, so you decide on honesty. The man in front of you has no trouble being blunt, after all. “There’s more you want to say.”

For the first time since you’d met Levi, he seems almost timid. A few thoughtful seconds pass before he opens his mouth again. “I thought it was a mistake,” he starts, nervously tapping his fingers against the desk. “What’s been going on between you and I, I mean.”

This admission shocks you, sending a little chill up your back and making you lean forward with a need to know more. “Thought? As in past tense?”

“I’m not sure,” Levi says honestly. He meets your eyes, something he’d clearly been avoiding since you walked in that morning, and they are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re writing about me, aren’t you?”

You nod, strangely unashamed. He told you to write your life. Following instructions is nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

“Keep going,” he tells you, allowing the beginnings of a smile to poke at the corners of his mouth. “It’s working.” There’s a comforting silence between the two of you as you search for a way to respond to an unnaturally kind version of Levi. You don’t have to search for long. “A lot of it is still fucking awful, of course. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Let’s go over some notes before you go.” There’s the Dr. Ackerman you know. That didn’t last long.

He proceeds to ream you for the next half hour, practically shredding your pages with his sharp tongue as he insults nearly every word of the piece in front of him. You’re confused on what parts of it he claims to like— the pacing is dogshit, dialogue is “stronger, but still utterly embarrassing to read,” and the plot has as much direction as a blind old woman in an unfamiliar city. You want to argue, but he gives strong, undeniable reasoning behind his cruelty. It makes you sick.

As the meeting begins to draw to a close with Levi’s rather rude ‘constructive’ criticism, you admittedly feel a bit disappointed. After the intense revelations of the past week, you’d thought things would be a little different now. Looking at his emotionless expression, you’re prepared to be kicked out crying within the next few minutes.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” he asks suddenly, a little light in his eyes for the first time since Wednesday. You give him a suspicious stare.

Pretending to think for a moment, you say, “No, not that I can think of.” A tingle starts between your legs, making you shuffle around in the chair a bit on an instinctive search for friction — you hope his hawk-like eyes didn’t catch that, although there’s no way they missed it. Levi never, ever takes them off of you, it seems. One side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

He motions you over with a jerk of his chin. “Come here.” Three hollow taps sound through the room as he pats the desk six inches away, directing you where he wants you. You can’t deny that you went racier with your outfit than you typically would — a low-cut sweater paired with a less-than-mini skirt — but you don’t let yourself get flustered as you stand and brush off your legs.

Once you’ve settled on the cool, oak desk in front of him, careful not to let your gaze waver from his eyes even as the wildfires start to spark up, a tingle starts to run up your spine. The cool, smoke-infused tone of his perceptive irises is so cold you could shiver, even though your own eyes burn from the contact alone. You swallow once before speaking — things never go your way when the arrogant man just a half foot away sets the tone. “You never asked me how things went with Reiner,” you say. 

Levi’s eyebrow cocks up a millimeter as he looks up at you, hands folded over his stomach as he relaxes into the black leather chair. “I assumed he got the message. Was there more to it?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You frown.

“I mean, no. He hasn’t spoken to me since then,” you respond, breath catching in your throat for half a second as his hand comes to rest on your knee. The calluses on his fingers brush over your skin softly, and you find yourself wondering if they’re from typing or holding a pen. Your eyes flutter down to examine his clean, slender hands before shooting back to his face.

“Do you want him to?” Levi questions smoothly, no indication of tone or expression to aid you in interpreting his reasoning.

“Well, no. Not really,” you answer honestly, chewing on the inside of your lip. Heart beating in time with Dr. Ackerman’s thumb brushing over your knee, you feel your cheeks begin to grow warmer.

His eyes get warmer, too. “And why not?”

It only takes a second for you to feel the shift, but you go from forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the intimidating soul before you to losing the ability to pull your gaze away from him. His pitch-colored hair falls just above the sharp, knee-buckling glare of steel eyes — between them, Levi’s narrow nose comes to a neat, up-turned point that shadows his perpetually frowning pink lips. His chin and jaw follow the same chiseled theme, projecting the awe-inspiring feeling one derives from pristine marble likenesses of Greek gods; the leather chair morphs to a throne of skulls, and you consider how fitting it would be to replace Cheryl with the much less vicious, three-headed Cerberus. A skip interrupts your steadily beating heart as one corner of Dr. Ackerman’s mouth turns up in a smirk. You’ve always had a soft spot for the villains, haven’t you?

You gulp. “He’s just not my type. We don’t have anything in common,” you say softly, the flames licking up in his eyes just short of entrancing you. Chills travel up the sensitive skin inside of your thigh as his fingers trail higher on your bare leg, making your chest swell with anticipation. “I think I prefer intellectuals,” you add, courage seeping through your pores with every electric shock, “and darker hair.”

“I think you just prefer me,” Levi corrects you boldly, expression unwavering as his confidence. A soft breeze stings against the feverish skin between your legs as he flips back the hem of your skirt, fingertips brushing the fabric of your panties as blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No, that’s not quite it,” you tease, dishing back for once — Dr. Ackerman hasn’t thrown you out of his office yet, so you figure it’s well received. That’s as much of an indication as you’re likely to get from him. “I know your type, though: young blondes with no shame. I’ve seen a few take the walk of shame through the waiting room.”

Levi chuckles, sharp canines poking out over his supple lips. “And are you shameless, too?” he inquires, a hint of mockery pervading over his steely tone.

“You get off on the fact that I’m not,” you quip, eyes flickering to his grinning mouth. “I can only assume that’s why I’m the exception. But I would never let you mark me up like that before I walked through the waiting room.”

The fires in his eyes blaze a hundred times hotter, an arrogant expression overtaking his features as he pinches your thigh playfully. “What would you be willing to wager on that?”

A tinge of curiosity pulses through your mind in tandem with the wave of heat between your legs. “What would you want if you won?”

There isn’t any hesitation as Levi opens his mouth, tongue sliding quickly over his lips once before he speaks. “You’ll let me take you out again. Wherever I choose.”

A little smile plays on your lips; you’d expected a much more crude request. Swinging your feet back and forth gently as you lean a bit further toward him, you toss a suspicious glare his way. “And if I win?” you inquire, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ll buy you something nice,” he answers, not detailing your prize any further. Choosing not to pry, you twist up your lips in consideration. Adding an expensive item to your bedroom and getting to fool around with Dr. Ackerman almost seems too good to be true, but you choose to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. After all, it could just end up being a wonderful day. The worst that could happen? You nervously slink through the waiting room with a hickey on your neck and get treated to a fancy dinner.

You give him a mischievous grin as you look down into his eyes, still feeling his fingers trace circles on the skin of your thighs. “I’ll take that bet.”

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Ten minutes later, you’re kneeling before his black leather chair as Levi unbuckles his belt just in front of you. The sound of your breathing is prominent and anticipatory, skin still flushed and feverish from the feeling of his lips exploring your thighs, breasts, and throat— littering beautifully harsh love bites and hickeys in all the places you can typically cover up. He hasn’t aimed to win your little competition quite yet, but you’re beginning to think he has it in the bag. Looking at your current state, you don’t stand a chance.

Dr. Ackerman doesn’t take off any of his clothes this time— he simply undoes his slacks enough to free his length, fisting it in one hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Your mouth starts to water. “I don’t even think I can get my lips around it,” you say, half joking as you admire the long, puffy vein that runs from the base to the rosy head of his dick.

“You’re riding me, sweetheart,” Levi corrects you, running one finger gently along your jaw. “I just think you look pretty on your knees like this.” He motions at you to join him in the chair, gripping the backs of your legs to place them on either side of him as you come to sit in his lap, your noses only a centimeter apart. The head of his pulsing cock grazing against the lace crotch of your panties sends a shock through your body, making you whine out with searing need.

Your eyes find comforting heather gray as Dr. Ackerman pushes his forehead against yours, running his hands down your thighs while his shallow breaths caress your cheeks. All you can think about are his lips as they rest hanging open a half inch from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just holds your gaze as his long, sinewy fingers pull the lace of your panties over to the side and his hot, impossibly thick cockhead presses lightly against your entrance. Sucking in a shallow breath, you feel the overwhelming circumference of his length compared to the rather narrow tunnel between your quivering legs. You brace yourself. “You can take it,” he murmurs, catching the shield of anxiety glossing rapidly over your eyes. 

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve never had one this big,” you say. A gasp catches in your throat as he drags the tip along your slit slowly, savoring the sight of your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide when he grazes your clit before repositioning himself at your throbbing opening.

Levi grins the kind of grin that sparks up in his eye like a gas burner, blue flames billowing up in the dark void of his pupils as he listens to your greedy whimpers. His forehead separates from your own so that he may dip down and press his lips to your neck, his teeth pricking lightly at the base of your throat and his soft moans tingling against your sensitive skin. “Let me stretch it out, baby. I need to fuck you. Please,” the man pleads with you, nibbling on your collar bone while his hands continue to wander between your ass and breasts with desperate urgency.

The sweet, raspy sound of his voice makes your heart beat harder, sending a wash of static through your core as you grind down on his stiff length. The head begins to ease past your threshold, molding your smooth, slick walls to fit his girth as he sleeves the first fourth of his dick into your pulsing cunt. “Shit,” you whimper as he continues to push in; you attempt to adjust to his size, clenching repeatedly around the velvet-wrapped steel splitting you open wide.

By the time he’s submerged himself to the hilt, it feels like you’re in a million pieces on top of him. Levi holds a firm, tenderless grip on your hips as he looks up at you, pupils blown and canines poking into his bottom lip as a result of the smug grin painted across his mouth. The flames in his slate-colored eyes flicker blue again for a fraction of a second before his mouth is crashing onto yours, enveloping you in an all-consuming haze that distracts from even the ecstasy of being utterly full of him. He only deepens the kiss as his thumbs dig into your hip bones and begin to rock you back and forth, the head of his dick grinding into your sweetest spot and inviting a string of moans from your busy lips. 

Levi breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to your earlobe, suckling it gently before taking it between his teeth and nipping at it, sending a shiver down your back and forcing you to squeeze around his unbelievable girth. “I don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin with his sensual tone. “You seem pretty shameless to me.”

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hi guys i hope the chapter is decent, i'm trying to get back into the groove of the story <3 will upload to ao3 later. lmk what you think :)

[smuttyfang]

Teacher!Levi, You’re Under His Desk

"How bout a scenario involving the reader hiding under professor Levi's desk, waiting for him to arrive?"

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Were you really about to do this? I mean.. you were standing there at professor Levi’s desk ready to go underneath and wait for him. But you felt some pretty extreme hesitation.

‘What if he really doesn’t want me?’ He’s given you a lot of sultry looks and spends more time with you than his other students, that’s for certain. But what if that were just your imagination running wild when it shouldn't be?

You heard his voice outside of the door. A long sigh of his that you’d grown accustomed to as much as he did it.

You had no choice now. There wasn't really any way to back out at this point.

Crawling underneath his desk, you positioned yourself comfortably on your knees while you heard him fumbling with his keys. You heard the door creak open and then shut back again. His keys clanked against the door once more.

‘Did he lock the door back?’ As antisocial as ever. He never wanted anyone in the room until it was just time for class. You couldn't help but smile.

But a few times, he’s never minded letting you in before anyone else. If anyone asked, he claimed that you just needed help with the current topic in class. Even if you did nothing but sit there.

He has certainly never done that with anyone else. Not that you're aware of.

There was plenty of room underneath his desk for you to avoid his legs when he sat down in his chair and scooted forward. All you could see of him was his suit pants, his belt, and the bottom of his dress shirt and tie. You quieted yourself completely. No sounds could be heard besides the clock ticking away on the wall. Occasionally, Professor Levi would write something on a paper and then place it elsewhere, picking up another paper and doing the same.

“God.. dammit.” You heard his pen drop onto the desk and he let out a frustrated groan. You just happened to notice something.

He was getting hard.

His bulge was noticeable from that position, oh yes. But with his frustration it grew much larger.

He reached down and adjusted his belt, attempting to find a way to position his hardening cock into one more comfortable.

“That.. fucking girl.” He grumbled.

‘Does he mean.. me?’ You certainly hoped he meant you. You had paid close attention to him, and never noticed him gazing at anyone else the way he gazed at you.

You heard the sound of the door being unlocked again. Levi exhaled angrily though his nostrils.

“What, Erwin?” He asked.

“I don’t let everyone speak to me that way, you know. You’re lucky you’re a friend.” Erwin chuckled. “I just wanted to talk to you for a minute about..” You quickly zoned out of that boring conversation.

‘Now is my chance. He won’t let the principal know I’m under here.’ Reaching between his legs, you let your fingers touch and rub over his hardness. You felt it twitch, and his feet moved around anxiously. There was a small hitch in his voice momentarily, but it didn’t take him long to speak as if nothing was happening. Ignoring their conversation, you were fascinated with his size. It wasn’t too huge, but definitely wasn’t small. He seemed to be the perfect fit for you.

As easily and quietly as you could, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching in, you grabbed a hold of it with your chilly hand. You felt him shiver, but his tone of voice never changed as he spoke to Erwin. He must have amazing control..

Adjusting yourself, you licked the tip of his cock before sliding the whole thing into your mouth as far as you could take it. Your hand covered the rest, moving up and down as your mouth did.

“That’s all, Levi. Thank you for your time.” Erwin always spoke so gently. You heard his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

“Lock the door back.” Levi stated.

“I got it, I got it.” He shut the door and locked it with a small click.

Levi pushed his chair back, pulling entirely away from you. He looked down at you, with a look of adoration.

“Well, well..” You begin to crawl out from under his desk and stand up, but he stops you halfway. “No, no, no. You’re going to finish what you fucking started. Get back down there.” He swore a lot in class, usually from frustrating students. It often made the other students laugh. He held the back of your head lovingly, pushing you back down to your knees. You took him back into your mouth doing as you did before. He chuckled as he loosened his tie and pulled it off, throwing it onto his desk.

“Why do you think I got so hard so quickly? I knew you were there you horny little shit. Class will begin soon, I suggest you hurry."

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[dreamingon-forever]

Black Tea is Fine Ch.8

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44651227/chapters/113144785

Preview: Furlan and Isabel stood rooted in front of the stove, taking in the grossly comfortable interactions between the two work colleagues with a frown on their faces. "I take it back, they're perfectly made for each other." Furlan mumbled as Hange took another offered bit of toast from the man's plate, having already finished her own. Their own plates still left untouched as they watched the two unsuspecting individuals with intrigue from across the room.

11:47pm the light emitting from the screen of his phone read.

The gentle rustle of leaves on swaying tree branches surrounding them, and the occasional passing car driving down the street on a lazy Thursday night becoming welcoming atmospheric hums and background music for the two as they sat in silence at a random park they've wandered across.

A bitter wind blew at them, causing Levi to stifling a shiver as best as he could in an attempt to not shake awake the resting woman laying on his shoulder. His arm reaching over and unconsciously wrapping the black blazer tighter against her body to shield her from the bitter bursts of wind as she slept away unaware of the frosty winds or the man's mannerism.

"I'll borrow your shoulder for just five minutes..." She had told him as she rested her head on him a while back, a silent tear making its way down her cheek- her messy bangs obscuring her face and creating a barrier between her and the outside world. Her eyes glazed over as she looked down at the play sand beneath them in an attempt at hiding it from him- in what he guessed had been her feeble attempt at trying to keep the man from feeling uncomfortable knowing well he was not the best at comforting others.

But he noticed. He noticed every single one that had fallen during the night, each new one painfully more than the last. He was aware of them despite his silence on the matter.

Emotions were a foreign concept to him, and he'd always opted to turning away from them if possible. They were uncomfortable and only complicated things more than needed. He'd learned that the hard way with the way his mother had fallen ill after his father had left them when he was young enough to not remember his face at all, with the the way Kenny had abandoned him and his sick mother when Levi started to finally trust him and see him as a father figure, from the way he'd been constantly ostracized by his peers throughout his life for not having enough, with the way that the world seemed to turn a blind eye to those who suffered in their life but turned against them the moment they tried to survive, and specially with the way his mother distanced herself from him to keep him from seeing how much worse she was faring with life. He'd accumulated enough scars from his lifetime to know to keep his heart locked up, to be disconcerted and disconnected from others, and seeing things in an objective matter if he wanted to keep afloat in this shitty world. The one useful thing his shithead of an uncle had told him was that nothing came free in life- emotions being one of them, and that'd been his life motto ever since. He'd learned to turn off all emotions and any want to get personal with others because he knew that expectations only brought the pains of reality and disappointment. But seeing the eccentric woman who was always smiling and joyously parading with endless energy and radiating the essence of the word 'life' itself all of a sudden sullen and disheartened, it rendered him completely helpless as he stood unmoving at her side. Emotions be damned and all, but at least he wasn't a heartless monster. If anything, life had only made him more prone to a sympathetic life.

The night seemed to have taken a toll on her, and he just didn't have the heart to bring her back to reality just yet, seeing the peaceful look that had settled on her face. A much preferred and natural look on her face than the downcast one she wore earlier that evening. If all she needed was his shoulder for some comfort for just a while, who was he to deny it from her?

With a sigh, he rubbed at his tired eyes. Why was it the only night his body actually wanted to shut down at human like hours was tonight of all nights? In the middle of a random playground sitting on a swing set under the freezing February night chill, next to Hange of all people?

Only until midnight. Levi muttered to himself. He opted on giving her until midnight to rest... Only thirteen minutes. Although he'd been saying that since 40 minutes ago, with various time intervals of fifteen minutes that kept shifting over time. And before he'd known it, the brunette's initial five minutes had turned to 15, which turned to 30, and now here they were waiting on midnight. Well, she seemed to need the extra sleep anyways with the dark under eyes she sported on a daily basis and the endless amount of caffeine she constantly consumed to survive. Which according to Moblit, had to do with the constant research she did on the sidelines alongside other experts on the field. And she definitely seemed to need those shitty braincells of hers alive if she wanted to continue doing so without embarrassing herself in front of her smart assed peers. Or at least those were the reasons he tried to justify for letting the mess of a woman engage in elongated and extended amounts of physical contact with him.

Feeling the woman grumble in discomfort and shuffling around relentlessly, causing the swing set to shift unevenly beneath them, he turned to look at her from his peripheral. Noticing her glasses digging onto her hooked nose, he slowly took off the frames that were pressed up against her face and pocket them neatly in his dress shirt pocket, letting Hange rest more comfortably against him. A small content smile falling on her lips.

Where a line of drool was making its way down her chin and onto his shoulder. He let out a tired sigh, but otherwise let it be. He was too tired to actually care at this moment.

Feeling his eyes slowly droop into the unfamiliar realm of sleep, he exhaled in exasperation. Just 12 more minutes. 12 minutes more and he could shake awake the bespectacled woman who'd dragged him out to this disasterous night out that had ended with them sitting on a piece of plastic bound to be infested in endless amounts of gems and snot, and head home for a well deserved warm shower and sleep. Desperately needing something to keep him awake, he looked around for something that was more interesting to look than the sand beneath his feet. His gaze eventually turned to the sleeping brunette he was sharing the swing-seat with, taking the chance to study her closer without her questioning look while trying to fight off the fatigue. Under the soft light of the streetlamp glowing over them, it washed the brunette in a golden glow, basking her messy hair in a fiery red hue that made her locks seem like wisps of fire, her tanned skin more enriched, exasperating the valley of freckles dotting her nose- resembling the bright and everlasting stars flecked on a clear night sky. He could probably make up his own constellations from them, just like the woman had told him from one of her countless rants about how ancient Greeks did to tell tales of their Gods and Goddesses. And with that hooked nose Hange sported, her broad shoulders and tall height, endless knowledge and inquisitiveness, as well with her golden skin, he could see her as one herself.

She was absolutely gorgeous as they depicted their goddesses to be.

At the thought, he snapped his eyes open, aghast and disturbed by his own thinking, shaking his head to try and push those intrusive thoughts out of his head. Maybe it was a trick from his sleepy state, but whatever it was, it did the trick in keeping him awake. Lucky for him, the vibration from his phone informed him that his allocated time till midnight had ended, not giving him enough time to ponder over his thoughts.

Levi's never felt so relieved at hearing an alarm in his life.

"Oi, Shitty-glasses... wake up... It's been more than five minutes." He prodded at the sleeping woman, who only grunted in retaliation as a response, swatting his hand away from her. Sighing and tired of being kept out longer than he had signed up for (not to mention his mental state being tested from his hyperfixation on the woman just a few minutes ago), he grabbed onto the sleeping woman's hair, turning to face her directly so she had no way to escape his piecing gaze. Except the movement had been a bit more aggressive and more steadfast than intended, causing the woman to lose her sitting position and almost topple over backwards on the swing seat. Only his quick reflexes managed to stop her from falling over and possibly cracking her skull as he deftly wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and pressed her flush against his chest to steady her against him- his other hand still intervened on the locks of her hair. His heart beating at an alarmingly fast pace at the near miss of a disaster.

But despite all the commotion, the woman still slept peacefully, snoring and drooling away, completely unfazed by her near concussion or unaware of the fright she'd almost given her companion. For the lack of sleep the brunette got on a daily, she sure was a heavy sleeper, seeing as the last time she'd slept through a blaring fire alarm as well. Levi concluded at that moment that the woman would make a terrible soldier.

Instead of waking up from the chaos, Hange unconsciously ended up snuggling and pressing closer to Levi, relishing in his warmth and protective arm still wrapped tightly around her. Her cheek pressed right against his erratic heart. The hum of satisfaction and comfortability from the brunette causing the raven-haired man to freeze in surprise at the unexpected closeness. And all of a sudden he no longer felt the bitter cold nipping at his skin, instead his whole body felt as if it was been grazed by the sun.

A sun named Hange Zoe.

"Hey... four-eyes." He tried again, gulping back his surprise. Only to get another mumble of grunts back from the brunette. "Oi... it's time to wake up. It's midnight. My balls are freezing and you're hogging all the warmth." He tried again, trying to insert his usual hostility into his words. But he couldn't tear his gaze away from the lashes that framed her face, or the way her nose curved perfectly to fit against his chest. He couldn't stop thinking of how perfect she felt in his embrace. And part of him didn't want her to wake up at all, or to break the illusion of comfort that lay between them at the moment. But the rational part of him knew he had to separate and find a way out of this mess before it completely consumed him.

"Hange...Oi" He breathed out, unconsciously using her name as he watched the soft flutter of her lashes beneath him. For a brief moment, her eyes slowly and groggily opened, looking up at him with the softness of an innocent child as she tried to make out the blurry world before her. "Levi?" She mumbled as she squinted up at him, her hand briefly tracing the edges of his face with the tip of her fingers to make sure it was him. Her touch making him shiver more than the wind ever could.

Hange never failed to amaze him and render him completely helpless. She just seemed to have that effect on him. And at that moment he realized why people worshiped deities.

"Hey Levi... please don't take me home...It's lonely there..." She softly requested in the form of a mumble against his shoulder as she laid back down on him, her hand still softly pressed against his cheek. "Don't... don't let me be lonely..." Levi watched the woman slowly fall into a slumber once again, her breathe evening out again and softly brushing against his exposed neck, causing his already warm body to heat up even further at their newfound proximity. Her breath pressing right at the pulse point on his neck, the motion clouding his mind and making him think of indecent thoughts that had never crossed his mind before. What was happening to him? What was this woman doing to him?

The silence that followed leaving the man to ponder over the words she'd left him with as he simultaneously tried fighting off the newfound surging train of indecent thoughts he had of the woman. With a sigh and slight hesitation after making sure she was really out of it, Levi gently brushed away the bang that fell onto the woman's face. "You're really not making this easy for me, shitty-glasses." He mumbled. But despite his complains, he found himself doing anything for her.

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After lots of pondering and weighing the consequences of his choices, he begrudgingly decided he couldn't just leave the woman on her own at the park, nor bring her to her house as she'd begged him not to do. He did contemplate on calling Erwin, Mike, Moblit, or even Nanaba to come pick her up. But at the thought of having to explain to Mike or Nanaba why he was calling from Hange's phone in the middle of the night since he hadn't bothered acquainting with them enough to get their number made him rather eat his shoe than do just that. He would've called Erwin, but the thought of his smug face at seeing the two together was somewhat even worse of an outcome than calling the sniffling Buffon. This left him with maybe calling Moblit, but honestly he already felt bad enough for the poor guy having to care for his boss as it was that he didn't have the heart to even ponder on the thought longer than a second.

As he inserted his housekeys into the keyhole, he closed his eyes and hoped to whatever God was out there that his roommates were asleep, or at the very least didn't bombard him with endless questions the moment he stepped into the house hauling the passed out bespectacled woman over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He'd already earned enough questioning glances as he Uber them both and carried her through the building lobby. For some unknown reason, all his neighbours and ones he'd never even seen in his life had all somehow collectively decided they all would go on a night stroll on that precise night. At 1am on a Friday morning of all days. He didn't need to add his friends' onslaught of questions to the list.

Unfortunately for him though, luck was simply not on his side.

"Big brother! You're finally back!" Isabel's happy voice flew over to him as he wiggled the door open for him to get through. And as expected, her eyes traveled from her friend's face to the behind of the brunette that Levi was shouldering.

"Not a word." He said in an annoyed tone as he closed the door behind him, taking off the woman's coats and shoes carefully alongside his own before carrying her to the couch, where he unceremoniously dropped her. With a sigh, he leaned against the other end of the couch, closing his eyes briefly as he massaged his tired eyes. "What a woman." He muttered under his breathe in exasperation.

At the sound of another door opening and sensing his two lifelong companions staring at him, he exhaled and finally turned to them. A look of challenge on his tired face, daring them to ask the pressing question that was practically readable on their faces. Isabel being the fearless one of the two finally spoke up. "What is the nice candy lady doing here again? Are you two actually dating? Where you on a date together? Why is she passed out? Will she live with us now? Does she have more candy?" The red-head asked without a pause. Levi already felt another headache coming over him. He just couldn't catch a break tonight.

With a sigh, he put up a hand to stop her from blabbering on further. "Isabel, I'll answer everything once I get some sleep okay? I'm tired and would actually like to fucking get some rest right now. Babysitting shitty-glasses had been enough of an ordeal to deal with." He muttered. A sigh from the red-head made it known that she begrudgingly agreed to his terms. "So what are you going to do with her? Are you going to share your bed with her?" She asked as she took in the drooling woman, a hint of disgust mixed with astonishment reflecting on her big eyes.

"Fuck no. She can easily sleep on the couch." Levi said without thought. But despite his rude and crass words, the three of them knew he would never allow a woman sleep on the sofa. He was just chivalrous like that.

With a heavy sigh, he shook the woman's legs that laid over his thighs. "Oi, shitty-glasses. Get your ass up. You need to take a bath before I let you lay a finger on my bed." As a sound of retaliation left her mouth and started kicking his hands away from her, the raven-haired man let out an annoyed tch as he got up and hovered over the woman, pinching her cheeks with one hand as he tried to get some sense into her. Which the brunette fought against as she pinched the man's own cheeks with her hands, a semi groggy laugh leaving her mouth at the muderous look the man gave her.

Furlan and Isabel exchanged a look with each other as the two continued their bickering. Despite knowing their longtime friend for years and having gotten accustomed to his rude mannerisms, they'd never seen him so touchy or comfortable at interacting in physical touch with anyone else before. Could it possibly be their stoic friend had finally found his match?

"That's it, you're showering now. You stink, shitty-eyes, and no way in Hell will I let you stay in my home unless you get rid of that layer of grime off you. You don't even know how much mucus was wiped off on that stupid playground we stayed over." He said with finality as he threw the woman over his shoulder once more, carrying her to the bathroom, leaving his bewildered friends staring after them.

"So... do you think... both of them? Like... he likes he?" Furlan finally broke the static silence between the two of them, both their gazes still fixated on the semi open door to their bathroom, where two voices fought against each other.

Isabel slowly shook her head as she continued taking in the voices of the other pair. "I don't think she's brother's type."

Furlan raised a brow and turned to his female companion in confusion. "How do you know? Levi's never had a crush on anyone before. For all we knew I thought he just wasn't interesting in anyone at all."

Isabel simply shrug her shoulders. "She's messy and unkept. Plus she's loud and drags brother to hang out despite him being a homebody. Besides, she's taller and much more outspoken than he could possibly tolerate. Not to mention that when they talk it's 90% poop jokes and bickering. Brother seems the type to go for someone calm and clean, and definitely someone that doesn't tower over him since it's been an insecurity of his, so Hange definitely not his type at all." She said as she watched Levi grumble in annoyance as he left the bathroom momentarily to get something from his bedroom.

Furlan slowly nodded in agreement at his friend's words, both their attentions falling back on the raven-haired man that came back out of his room, carrying a neatly folded outfit change for their guest as he entered the bathroom once more, where once more their bickering voices filled the apartment.

"But... I think that ideal types don't matter in the end. Not when you start developing feelings for someone regardless." Isabel finished with a small smile as she heard Hange let out a happy laugh as Levi muttered a curse after her.

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His eyes drooping heavily at the long night he'd had, Levi finally allowed himself to crash over his couch after taking a much deserved warm bath, letting sleep finally take over him. It still boggled him despite his semi-awake state how his body was actually accepting sleep for once. He couldn't even count the amount of times on the fingers of a hand how many times he'd actually slept well without insomnia the last 3 months. Maybe it had something to do with the anger he'd let out earlier that evening at Hange's parents after being berated and looked down upon. Or maybe it had something to do with aimlessly walking for hours next to Hange in some way to comfort her. But whatever it was, it had left him with a warm feeling of safety and satisfaction in his chest, which somehow transitioned into a want to sleep. As he started letting sleep take over him, he suddenly felt the side of the couch dip beneath him. Opening his eyes tiredly, he managed to make out the outline of an individual draped over with a comforter over their head, their arms braced over the couch next to his hand as they rested their head over their crossed arms.

"Four-eyes?" He called out tiredly, rubbing at his dark under eyes. His companion only let out a quiet hum in response, not shifting from their position despite how uncomfortable it looked. "Why aren't you in bed? Is it not to your liking?" He asked her, exhaustion evidently lacing his words as they came out more of a slur of incoherent words than anything else. "Don't tell me you're regretting begging me to not carry you home? Cause it's been a shitty last few hours trying to haul you and get you cleaned, four-eyes." For a second he didn't get a reply, making him think that she'd already fallen asleep, his own eyes threatening to close on him.

"It's lonely." She finally muttered softly. Her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi felt himself chuckle slightly in his delirious state. "Lonely? Can you really be lonely in an apartment with three other people?" He muttered quietly, turning slightly to glance at the woman laying next to him.

Hange only turned to look up at him at his words, the moonlight that managed to filter through the curtains of their window outlining the woman's curiously somber state. Her brown orbs somewhat dimmed yet still reflective with their natural brightness looking up at him. "Lonely and quiet... It's so quiet that I can't stop thinking." She confided in him. "When you left tonight... I finally said what I've been holding back from mom a long time ago. I thought it would be relieving, but now I'm just thinking she might be right... Maybe I've been the one thinking wrong and I've just been blinded by my long-held grudge... the silence is making me feel suffocated." And I can't stop wondering if this is what the rest of my life will be like, all alone. It's sad and scary. She thought to herself, but bit back from speaking out loud. She sighed as she fiddled with corner of the comforter, avoiding looking into the questioning eyes of the male. She wasn't sure what had compelled her to seek Levi's ear out when she'd always done a decent job at keeping her thoughts to herself her whole life.

"If you've been holding onto a grudge for so long there had to be a valid reason for it, no? Being so insistent on your view means part of you knew she was wrong and you were driven with the desire to prove her wrong. I don't see you being in the wrong for thinking that way. At the least you confronted your mother. I bet it must have been relieving, the look on her face I would've paid my annual income to see again." At his words, Hange let out a soft giggle, punching the man slightly at his sides. "Besides, you're you shitty-glasses. Drowning in self-pity and holding that constipated look on your face doesn't seem like your kind of thing. You don't seem to be the type of person to stay out of action and follow someone else's rules." Levi said as he let out a yawn, his eyes fluttering closed.

Hange's eyes softened at the janitor's words, his words planting a new seed of hope within her. "You know... you're not so bad at talking when you're half asleep, Ackerman. Maybe I should invest in sleeping pills when I need life advise from you." She teased, to which the man snorted at, flickering the woman on the forehead with an eye open.

"Now that you're back to your annoying self, get to bed, four-eyes. We still have to go to school you know?"

Hange pouted at his words but sighed in agreement. "Fine, goodnight, shorty." She said before laying down on the floor next to him, resting her head on her arms as pillows.

Sensing her presence still next to him, he wearingly opened his eyes. "Oi, what do you think you're doing down there?" Levi asked, shifting so he had a better view of the woman wrapped in his comforter laying on the wooden floors.

Hange blinked up at him in confusion as she shuffled closer to him so that she was right under his gaze. "Sleeping?" She asked in reply. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, the man kicked off his blanket and picked up the woman, throwing her once again over his shoulder. Eliciting a gasp of shock from the woman as she flailed against his hold on her. "Levi, what do you think you're doing?!" She asked as she lightly punched him on the back.

"Stop moving, shitty-glasses. I'm taking you to bed. I don't want to hear you complain at work over a stiff shoulder or a broken neck." He said as he swung open the door to his bedroom and deposited the woman on his bed in an unceremonious manner, eliciting a squeal from the woman as her back his the soft mattress. With a satisfied smirk, the man turned to leave the room when he felt someone grab onto his arm.

"Stay with me." Hange quietly asked him, her grip tightening on his arm as she felt his slightly try to pull away.

"There's only one bed here, four-eyes. Use that big brain of yours. I'll just be outside if you need me." He said as he tried prying away the woman's grip off him. But she shook her head, wrapping another hand over his to stop him. "Please? We can share, there's enough room for both of us."

Levi wearily looked over his bed. Sure there was enough space for two people. That was, for two people who were close enough to share a bed together. Before he could retaliate back, Hange pulled him towards the bed, making room as she shuffled to the corner of the bed pressed against the wall, leaving him enough room on the other side of the bed. "If you feel uncomfortable, we can sleep on opposite ends. Besides... I'd feel terrible making you sleep on the couch of your own home." She said.

Normally he would have brushed off the idea completely and ignored her. But the fatigue was wearing him thin and he didn't have any fight left in him. So with a heavy sigh, he laid down on his side of the bed, his feet pointing opposite the woman's. "Fine. You win this one. Now go sleep, four-eyes. Dealing with brats isn't going to get any easier on less sleep." He muttered as Hange pulled the blankets over the both of them. "Night." He muttered before closing his eyes, finally letting the sleep win over him completely, blanketing him in a welcoming warm embrace.

"Goodnight, Levi."

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The sounds of muffled giggles and the smell of breakfast wafting through the apartment woke him up. With a groan and a rub of his eyes, he looked around his room in confusion. As memories of the previous night made their way into his mind, his eyes glanced over at the other half of his bed, where a lack of a specific bespectacled brunette met his sight. Sitting up and stretching in an attempt to drive away the soreness obtained from the previous night, the man sighed before following his usual morning routine of making his bed and carefully setting his pillows in a pristine manner. When satisfied, he finally opened the door of his room and was immediately met with the happy laughs of his two best friends and their visitor as they hovered over the kitchen stove.

As his tired gaze hovered over them, he couldn't help his gaze from stopping on the tall brunette's figure. Where she sported his oversized black hoodie and a pair of white shorts that were slightly too short on her long tanned legs. He gulped. The sight of Hange wearing his clothes somehow eliciting some sort of excitement and warmth out of him. And he couldn't help but think that it was just as it ought to be, that the sight of her wearing his clothes was just right.

"Brother! You're finally up!" Isabel's happy voice tore him from his thoughts, causing him to tear away his gaze from the brunette. Furlan's knowing look looking back at him at having noticed the raven-haired man's focused and awestruck look on Hange a while back. Levi threw a scowl at him, but a faint blush had made its way to his cheeks, making it hard to seem unbothered by his friend's knowing look.

"What's everyone up to so early in the morning?" He muttered in a tone he hopped was as cynic as usual.

"Hange was helping up make you some breakfast!" Isabel replied as she happily showed the stack of French toasts on four different platters on the counter. Levi raised an eye at the the bespectacled woman, who was patiently and eagerly waiting for his reaction. "You made this, four-eyes? I didn't know you could cook. From the state of your kitchen and the volume of takeout boxes I expected you to have burned the house down." He said as he slightly nodded at the plated breakfast. They seemed decently made and even had nice decorations of strawberry and powdered sugar over them.

"Rude, shorty. That's not how you treat someone who woke up early to make breakfast as a thank you." Hange grumbled, punching the man slightly to show she was joking. "But yeah, Isabel and Furlan were the ones who flipped and cooked. I was only here to help put the ingredients together." She admitted as she ruffled Isabel's hair in adoration, gaining a happy giggle in return from the younger girl.

"Hange's the best! She told us a bunch of stories about the experiments she does at school and taught us about the science behind candy making! And ooh, ooh! Did you know that the front part of your tongue is the one that has taste buds that pick up on sweet tastes?" She excitedly rambled on, her eyes bursting with excitement as she jumped around as she retold what she'd learned. The other three looked over her in amusement. Despite how easily excitable Isabel was on a regular, early mornings were usually reserved for grumpiness as she adjusted to the dreaded mornings. Seeing her bursting with energy at such early hours was something new to both Levi and Furlan who'd known her close to 10 years now.

"Oi, shitty-glasses, what did you feed her?" He asked the bespectacled woman who chuckled at Isabel taking in a deep breathe after retelling everything she remembered. "Nothing, I thought this was how she was normally." She said as she started putting the plates over the dining table. "Oh, by the way! I made you some green tea as well. I thought it was a nice and subtle wake up tea that would go well with the sweet breakfast." She said as she handed him a perfectly warm cup of tea. Noticing the familiarity between the two and Hange's knowledge over Levi's preferences, Isabel and Furlan exchanged a look with each other. So they were close close, close.

"I'm guessing you opted for that caffeinated death drink of yours?" Levi asked the brunette as they settled next to each other on the table, completely forgetting about their companions as they engaged in talks with each other. "You know it! Say, I couldn't find any of my preferred brown sugar here but I hope you don't mind me borrowing some of the cubed white sugar you have?" She asked as she accepted a bite of French toast from the man.

"I'll remember to stock up on brown sugar then. And yeah, you're free to use it as long as you don't go having sugar rushes. I don't want to clean after your mess if you accidentally pour erosive material down the pipes again." He said as he wiped away at the woman's mouth with a paper tower when syrup and powdered sugar started covering her face. "Why? Not willing to wear old Billy's janitor uniform again? I thought you looked adorable in it. Like a little kid trying to wear his dad's clothes!" She teased to which she got a smack on the head from the man in front of her in retaliation, causing her to giggle louder at his expression.

Furlan and Isabel stood rooted in front of the stove, taking in the grossly comfortable interactions between the two work colleagues with a frown on their faces. "I take it back, they're perfectly made for each other." Furlan mumbled as Hange took another offered bit of toast from the man's plate, having already finished her own. Their own plates still left untouched as they watched the two unsuspecting individuals with intrigue from across the room.

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There goes another stupid song gram. Levi thought bitterly as he watched a group of students surround a young short blonde girl. A taller, tanned, and freckled girl with black hair slowly closing the distance between the two of them before handing the girl a giant bouquet of roses and a heart box. All which concluded with the two kissing and making out in the middle of the hallways, where hollers and hoots of encouragement rained down on them. It would have been cute, if it weren't the 21st one he'd been subjected to suffer through that day.

And then came the the part he dreaded the most. The stupid confetti that every damn song gram called for after they were finished with their singing. He gave the happy couple a good twenty seconds to rejoice and celebrate before he shoo'd them away with his broom, telling them off for messing up his clean floors.

"Boy, you sure seem to be in a loving mood." A familiar bored toned called to him as he grumbled after noticing another stupid group huddling just at the end of the hallway. Mikasa watched her cousin from under her bangs as he threw the confetti into a nearby trashcan with a bit more force than needed. "Well, you don't seem to be that much different from your usual brooding mood either." He grumbled in response, already making his way to the next couple.

"I'm actually in a great mood, thank you very much." She retaliated as she followed after her cousin, The man raised an brow at his cousin, looking down and taking note of the roses in her hands. "Jaeger finally pulled up his big boy pants and confessed?" He asked as they stopped just a few feet away from the now celebrating couple.

"Jean actually." The girl replied nonchalantly as she studied the flowers in her hands. A surprised look washing the man's face. "Jean... Kirstein? The tall kid with a horse face?" He asked incredulously. At his words Mikasa threw him a dirty look. "Yes, him. I decided to give him chocolates this year as well." She said as Levi scared away the new crowd and started picking up the colourful pieces of paper again.

"What happened to Jaeger? I thought you always gave him chocolates?" He asked as he plucked at an annoying piece of paper that was clinging to his shirt. Mikasa shrugged, pensively looking out the window. "I do...I did. But he's been acting so distant lately ever since his brother moved back into town. He made it clear to me a few days ago that he didn't want to receive anything from me for Valentines. I pondered over it for a bit and was thinking of just giving him some anyways but... I started noticing the way Jean's been treating me with more respect lately, and thought maybe it's time to let my crush on Eren rest and give Jean a chance. Or at least try to see if there's other people out there for me, you know?" She voiced out as she bent down to help her cousin out. Levi studied his cousin's face carefully, trying to see if there was anything that would imply him needing to beat some sense into the Jaeger boy. But he was both surprised and reassured as he saw a slight blush cover the apple of Mikasa's cheeks as she glanced once more at the roses in her hands.

"Let this Kirsten boy know that my broom is always ready at my disposal if he ever dares do anything to you." He said as he continued with his task, silently letting his cousin know he approved of the boy. Mikasa trying to hide a smile from appearing on her face cleared her throat instead. "What about you, midget? Got any Valentine chocolates from anyone?" She poked at him as she threw her bundle of confetti into the trash after her cousin's. Levi scoffed. "Why would I? Valentine's just an excuse for companies to rob people off their money in the name of a stupid holiday. You brats raging in endless hormones just find the day as a way to justify pinning after your crushes in an open manner." He muttered as he picked up discarded chocolate boxes and wrapping off the ground. "For fuck's sake, would it kill people to throw away their shitty garbage properly?!" Levi protested as they made their way up the third floor.

Mikasa looked at him in a pitiful manner. "Is that why you're so pissed off today? Cause you don't have the balls to go after Ms. Zoe despite you pinning for her? Or is it because she hadn't given you any chocolates at all, and seeing us brats enjoy the holiday by having our crushes reciprocate our feelings is making you jealous?" She asked her cousin with a shit eating smirk. Levi stopped on the top stairs as he turned to look at his cousin, a murderous look in his eyes. "Oi, you emotionless cursed rag doll, I think your parents forgot to teach you to respect your elders. Come here, I think it's time to intro-" But his words caught in his throat as the girl before him straightened up all of a sudden, her smug smile slipping from her lips as her eyes locked on someone standing behind the man.

And without even turning around, he could tell the topic of their conversation was staring at the two of them.

"Hi Ms. Zoe!" MIkasa greeted her teacher, bowing deep into a bow to show her respect. Hange's melodious laugh filled the empty staircase as she took in the reprimanding look Levi wore as he pointed his broom at his cousin. "Hi Mikasa, Shorty." She greeted the duo, obviously interested and amused by what she was seeing. "What did you do this time to rile up this short-tempered man?" She asked as she descended the stairs so she stood eye level with Levi, a smile gracing her lips as she looked into his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he teared his eyes away from the woman's inquisitive brown ones as he lowered his pointed broom, suddenly self-aware of how unprofessional the ordeal would have looked to her. "Nothing worth your attention, four-eyes." He muttered in response, trying hard to ignore the snicker that came out of his cousin's lips. She was lucky that Hange had shown up, otherwise she could count the days she'd been looking forward to getting to know that horse-face on a personal level long gone.

"Well, I have to run to meet up with Sasha and the others. I'll see you two later. Happy Valentines Ms. Zoe!" Mikasa called out to them as she dashed back down the stairs, but not before throwing her cousin a kissy face which only he could see, causing a vein to visibly appear on his forehead. Brat. He thought bitterly.

Hange was the first to break their silence as she stood against the stair railings and looked at the man pointedly. "Were those roses Mikasa was holding?" She asked.

"Yeah, Kirstein got them for her." He responded with a sigh as he put down his broom down and leaded against the wall to face the brunette. Whatever he had expected in response was definitely not the bright and ecstatic look the bespectacled woman gave him. "Really?! Jean finally confessed and she accepted?! I kneeeew it! Mike owes me lunch tomorrow!" She happily whooped as Levi threw her an incredulous look. "Seriously? You two were better on students?" He asked in disbelief, to which the brunette simply shrugged at with a smile. "It's an unwritten rule for teachers. We take notice of which students have a crush on who and decide who has a chance to actually become a couple. We simply try to help them by coupling them up here and there and expect a thank you invitation to their wedding once they marry each other." She said with a laugh.

Before he could reply to her, the loud and obnoxious starting key for another Valentine serenade carried over to them from downstairs. Closing his eyes and letting out a tired sigh, Levi pushed himself off the wall. "Guess that's my calling." He muttered as he mentally started counting down the seconds leading to the stupid confetti poppers. Hange sent him a compassionate look. "Sorry, I can only guess how much extra work this holiday brings to you." She said, pushing herself off the railings as well, coming to stand next to the man as they both made their way down the stairs, their steps matching in time with each other's.

"As long as you keep your lab clean today and don't give me extra work to do then I should be able to handle this dreaded holiday." He said, turning to the brunette, whom only gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I've planned on making my students take a pop quiz today instead of experiments. Someone needs to tone down the dopamine levels before they get too out of hand, you know? So don't worry shorty, you won't be hearing any explosions from my side of the school today."

Levi's lips involuntarily turned upright at the thought. And in his mind, he couldn't help but picture Mikasa running into a pop quiz she probably hadn't prepared for as she'd preoccupied herself with making sweets for her lover boy. "Maybe your brain isn't as shitty as I thought it was, four-eyes." Hange grinned at him and threw him a wink before dropping him off at the second floor. "Aww... that might be the nicest thing you've said to me yet, shorty. Maybe becoming that evil genius chemistry teacher is befitting of me after all if you keep throwing me compliments like that." She teased as the bell rang, the brunette already turning around to head back up to her room.

Levi felt himself roll his eyes in response. But in reality he already felt his mood uplift from the small minutes he got to spend with Hange. His gaze followed after her as she walked back up the stairs, but before she was completely out of sight, she turned once more to the man, a hesitant and nervous look on her face. "And Levi? We're still on for tea later, right?" She asked unsure.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, not understanding why she would ask this out of nowhere, knowing it was a day-to-day arrangement to meet up in the afternoons to share a cup of tea. "I mean... you don't have any plans or reservations tonight... right?" She continued frantically, a nervous chuckle escaping her as she awaited his response. Before she could mutter something else, Levi interrupted her. "I'll be there, four eyes. Just make sure the room is clean." He reminded her before he went to pick up his new pile of confetti, a smile grazing his lips.

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He was completely exhausted by the time afternoon rolled by. His arms and back sore from all the sweeping he'd done that day. Stupid confetti and stupid brats that fell for the stupid holiday trap. He found bitterly to himself as he opened the familiar chemistry classroom door, where he immediately found himself surrounded by the sweet smell of a new fragrance of tea. Taking a quick look around, he was surprised and relieved to see that the four-eyes had kept her word and left the room spotless.

"Levi! There you are!" The familiar voice called out to him in greeting. With a small nod in acknowledgement, he took a seat at their usual spot in front of the window.

"Well, you've looked better." The woman joked as she took the seat next to his, handing him a freshly brewed cup of tea. "I've felt better too." He mumbled in response as he took a much needed sip from the cup. A surprised look taking over his features as he frowned, swirling the contents in his cup before taking another sip. The woman watching him with curiosity and slight restlessness as she tapped her nails against the table in anticipation of his verdict.

"Hmm... red tea?" He asked as he took another sip, a small nod of approval appearing on his face. "It's good" the man concluded. Which the woman took as a good sign before letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. A smile gracing her lips at seeing the content look on the janitor's face. "Yeah, red tea infused with roses." She said, finally taking a sip of her own cup.

At her words, Levi let out a chuckle. "I didn't see you as the type to fall for the Valentine propaganda as well, shitty-eyes." He said as he raised an eyebrow at her. His words causing a blush to creep up the brunette's neck as she turned away from his piercing grey eyes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Clearing her throat, she fiddled with the handle of her cup. "It's not like that... I just thought it would be a hilarious coincidence to drink it today." She muttered as she focused her gaze out the window, refusing to let the man see her flustered face.

Levi snorted at her response but didn't push further with his teasing. The two fell into a comfortable silence as they watched over the panoramic view out the window, occasionally taking sips of their cups and pointing out random things they spotted out the window. As they continued watching, two figures seemed to have made their way to the dimming field, where they stopped by a bench and sat down next to each other, unaware of being watched by the two staff members.

"Seems like the Valentine spirit is still going strong." Hange found herself musing as they continued following the two figures that were now chasing after each other across the field, giggles and laughter filling the still air and reaching them on the third floor in the form of an echo. The female throwing a glance over at her companion from time to time to gauge his reaction. But all he expressed was a stoic expression as he followed the pair with a tired expression on his face.

Having teared her gaze away from the field, Hange started shuffling for something in he bag absentmindedly while Levi had finally concluded he'd had enough of this stupid holiday as he watched the two students tackle each other to the ground and start kissing. Something about the two engaging so easily with intimacy not sitting right with him.

Hange's fiddling came to a halt as her fingers tightened on the item she'd been searching for. With a small gulp and hesitancy, she turned towards the raven-haired man. "Hey, Levi-" But she never got to finish her sentence as the man let out an exasperated sigh at that exact moment.

"It's so fucking stupid...Who makes a holiday to celebrate love on a specific day? Pushing at the idea that idiots have to confess their feelings through the form of chocolate and flowers? It's all a stupid ruse for commercialism to take advantage of idiots. It practically means nothing if everyone is pushed into the idea of confessing on a specific day." Levi muttered in distaste as he sipped the last of his tea in one final gulp.

At his words, the woman froze, her gaze turning downcast as her grip tightened within her bag.

"Don't you agree, shitty-glasses?" He asked, finally turning towards his companion after having noted the elongated period of silence that fell after his words. A frown and sudden concern enveloping him as he noticed the solemn look on the brunette's face. "Shitty-glasses?" He repeated louder this time as he leaned closer to her, hesitantly shaking the woman by her shoulders. His touch finally breaking the woman out of her stupor. With a quick set of blinks and her eyes widening in realization that she'd dazed off, she let out a tight and forced laugh, shoving back down the item deeper into her bag. "Right, it's a stupid holiday." She suddenly stood up, almost knocking off her semi-full cup as she got up in a haste. "I um... I suddenly remembered I had promised to meet up with someone today. Do you mind closing the classroom for me?" She asked Levi before hurrying to the door, not daring to turn around or wait on a response as she quickly left the classroom.

Levi was suddenly left all alone as he stared at the doorframe in silence. A sudden pang of disappointment and sadness washing over him as he stood up and walked towards the item had the woman had dropped in her haste to get out of the classroom. A familiar red heart box of chocolates staring mockingly up at him.

"I um... I suddenly remembered I had promised to meet up with someone today." Hange had said before speeding out of the room. Was she perhaps meeting up with a date? Were these her chocolates for them? His heart painfully constricted in his chest at the thought of Hange spending her night with someone else.

"It really is a stupid holiday after all..." He mumbled to himself as he brushed a wistful hand over the box before he carefully set them on her desk.

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He was silent as he got home, completely ignoring Isabel and Furlan's welcoming wishes as he walked into their shared apartment.

But despite his clear indication at not wanting to be bothered, Isabel gravitated towards him, an excited and anticipatory look on her face. "So? How was your Valentine's day? Had any fun?" She asked with a giddy laugh as she bounced around him, blocking his way to his bedroom. Levi sighed in annoyance when she blocked his way for the fifth time.

"No, I had a terrible day so can you please let me get to my room?" He asked her, his tone a bit harsher than he wanted it to come across, but at the moment he didn't really care. His mind was still reeling back to that stupid box of chocolate and who could possibly be Shitty-glasses' stupid Valentine.

Isabel's excitement dwindles as a confused and downcast look washed over her features. "But... but I thought you would have a great Valentine this year." She whispered solemnly, all her previous excitement gone as she looked at the ground beneath her. Levi rolled his eyes at the innocence in the red-head's voice. "You know how I dislike the holiday, Isabel. What made you think that it would suddenly change this year?" He asked tiredly as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"Because of the chocolates..." She mumbled sadly as she joined her brother on the couch. Levi threw her a confused look at her words. "Chocolates? What chocolates?" He asked confused. But Isabel seemed to have taken his mood worse than him as she pulled her legs up against her chest, hiding her face between them and opting out of answering his question.

"The chocolates that she helped Hange make over the weekend for Valentines." Furlan answered for her instead, taking a seat on the armchair facing them. At his words the ugly knot formed itself again in his chest. "Ah... the chocolates she was supposed to give her date." He muttered darkly as he leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes in an attempt to loosen the tight feeling in his chest.

Furlan frowned at his friend's words. "Date? No... the chocolates Isabel helped Hange make for Valentines... for you." Furlan corrected slowly. His words not registering in the raven-haired man's mind until a beat later.

"WHAT?!" He cried out, springing up from his seat. "ME?!" He cried out in confusion.

Isabel shifted behind him and slowly looked up. "Yeah... she said she wanted to thank you for all the help and support you've given her. She said it would be a nice way of asking for forgiveness for dragging you along to her parents' dinner. But she said she was bad at making sweets so she asked me to come over and help her out instead."

Levi's mind short circuited at her words, hope and relief flooding him before being overtaken by dread and regret as he recalled the way he'd dismissed the idea of the holiday in front of her.

"Shit." He muttered in defeat as he fell back against the couch.

"Levi?" Furlan asked concerned, getting up to check on his friend. "You okay? Did something happen?" He asked. Levi in response let out a grunt. "I messed up. I told her the holiday and the concept of it was stupid. I might have made her run out on me before she got the chance to present the chocolates to me." Disbelief washed over the trio at the older one's words.

"You really are stupid, big brother." Isabel deadpanned to him as she shook her head at him.

"Well... there's still time till midnight, maybe you can try talking to her before the holiday is done?" Furlan suggested, to which Isabel jumped up at, excitement filling her once more. "Yeah! There's still time, big brother! Get her some pretty flowers and she'll forgive you!" Levi winced at her excitement, but he couldn't help but also feel the hope that his two friends were sending him. "Fine, let's do this, but I'm going to need to make a few stops first."

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Levi sighed as he brushed a desperate hand across his neatly styled hair. He'd been standing in front of the woman's door for the past half an hour trying to muster up enough confidence to knock on her door. But every time he attempted to, he would freeze out and back out like a coward. Heck, he bet Kenny would get a laugh at his desperate attempts.

Glancing at his watch once more, he sighed. He only had fifteen minutes left till midnight and he knew he couldn't stall any longer. Before he could hype himself up once more, the door of apartment swung open, an unamused four-eyes staring at him as she leaned against her doorframe.

"It's been half an hour, shorty. Were you going to ever knock or not?" She asked annoyed, a twinge of amusement subliming her words. It was barely perceptible, but it was enough to give the man the courage to clear his throat and hand the woman the bouquet of flowers in his hands, determination plastered on his face.

Hange raised an eyebrow in surprise at the flowers. "These... are for me" She asked unsure, carefully looking over the bouquet predominantly composed of white flowers. "You know, normally people get red roses for Valentines." She teased but finally left the doorframe to let the man follow after her. Levi let out a relieved sigh as he followed after the woman, closing the door behind him.

"So I've been told by the florist. Trust me, she gave me the most exasperated look when I refused to buy from one of the premade set she had at hand." He said, gaining a chuckle from the woman as she filled up a vase and placed the new bouquet on her dining table. "But Isabel told me how each flower hold specific meaning, and it's shitty to just buy a meaningless pile of flowers." He said. But what he intended to add was: "I wanted to convey to you properly what I think of you and how grateful I actually am that you're part of my life" But like always, he didn't seem to need to put his thoughts to words as Hange read him with ease.

"White lilies for redemption, Star of Bethlehem for reconciliation, and pink roses for gratitude." Hange softly recited to him as she took a whiff of the flowers in front of her, an amused smile gracing her face. "Not bad for a man who seems to hate the holidays." She teased.

Levi let out a grunt in response, but felt his own smile appear on his face. "It's stupid because the meaning of the holiday is preset to only be looked at one specific way." He said.

"Which is a romantic sense." Hange finished for him as she patted the seat next to her for the man to sit on. Levi nodded in agreement as he sat down.

"But people seem to forget that the holidays are also there to appreciate the love that comes from family and friendship too." Hange added. A slight frown dawning over her face, her previous smile erased as she looked solemnly at her flowers. "I'm sorry Levi, I was supposed to give you a friendship gift too, but I think I might have dropped it somewhere." She mumbled in embarrassment, suddenly recalling the way she'd darted out of the room before giving Levi time to explain his reasoning behind hating the holiday.

Levi scoffed at her before pulling out a familiar red hearted package out of hi bag and sliding it over the table towards the astonished brunette.

"Next time you want to gift me something, just do it shitty-glasses. I can't read your mind all the time." He said teasingly, watching as a happy smile filled the bespectacled woman's face, her eyes catching the magic as well and glowing that special brown he'd come to love.

"Happy Valentine's, Levi." She said as she carefully handed the box over to the raven-haired man.

"Happy Valentine's, Hange."

[agusrkive]

Professor Levi pt. 2

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You finally let out the breath you were holding once you came out of the door of his office, but your heart was still racing. what the fuck was that?

before you knew it, your feet were already taking you to the nearest bathroom as you try to recall what happened just minutes ago inside his office, with him, your oozing hot hotter than lava of a professor, fuckin Levi Daddy Ackerman.

“I said, do I make you nervous?” you hear your name being called. the words were there, the tone sounded like it was a question and you felt your ears tingling at the familiar raspiness of his voice. you could only look at the pair of gray irises in front of your face. He was talking to you and you were just staring at him, although the term ogling was more fitting.

when he realized that you weren’t in the state to answer all of his questions, he stood up and walked towards the window of his office with his back facing yours as he crossed his arms looking outside. you couldn’t see his face, but to your relief that was even better for the sight is enough to make any sane woman lose her senses. you take in the view in front of you, he wasn’t that tall, but he was built just in the right places. from the heel of his leather boots to the edge of that neat undercut that you imagine your hands running through way more than multiple times.

“you’re attracted to me.” it wasn’t a question.

“what?”

“I can see it. I’m not blind, you know?”

you lower your head down, mortified. there’s no point in denying it now, the revelation is clear. he knows how you feel about him, your obviousness and the not-so-secret ogling you have been doing to him have finally paid off, how great. there’s nothing really wrong with being attracted to your professor, right? almost every student goes through that phase, totally normal, not weird at all. it’s just that you are on the brink of failing his class, nothing serious.

“I’m offering you a deal.”

Levi turns around and your eyes lock making your breath caught in your throat. he is walking towards you, both hands inside the pocket of his pants. you suddenly feel so small with every stride he takes towards you, he’s getting closer and closer. not again

wait.. a deal? what is he talking about?

“I want you to write an essay.”

essay?? what the fuck!?

“im confused, sir. an essay about what?”

“a five thousand-word essay, no less— no more— I want you to write why you’re attracted to me, reasons and all that, I don’t care. convince me and I’ll let you pass this subject.”

there’s a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher and hearing him repeat your attraction towards him from his own mouth is causing your stomach to flip. is he actually serious about this?

“b-but-“

“no buts, I just made you a deal. do you want to pass or not?”

you bit your lip, a little annoyed and disappointed. well, what do you expect with the deal he’s going to offer? one night with him to pass? or perhaps a kiss for every A+ on your papers? but no, this man just asked you to write a five thousand-word essay about why you’re attracted to him. now, you’re kinda convinced by the rumors of your professor being a psychopath. nevertheless, you decided to take the offer and give him your answer.

“yes, sir.” right now, there’s nothing more important to you than to pass his class. it won't be that hard, right?

“that’s all. you may go.”

[gabstea]

Levi Ackerman, your history professor whose stoic and sharp figure lingers in your mind far longer than you would ever admit.

The way he carries himself, those sharp gray eyes that seem to follow you every time he moves around the classroom—even when you change seats, even when you're tucked away in the back row—they always land on you.

Damn him for having those thoughts, where his pretty little and bright student provokes heated fantasies when it’s late at night, and he’s lying in bed next to the woman who's supposed to be his wife…

A week ago he had discovered her chats with another man. Texts, photos, everything he despised coming from the person he trusted and loved. He hadn’t said a thing, he acted colder, furious, even aggressive, but stayed silent. He didn’t know why, couldn’t comprehend his own thoughts. He wanted to destroy everything in their room, scream at her and pushed her out of his life, but that wouldn’t satisfy him. Not. One. Bit.

Days passed in a blur. Classes. You. Your clothes. Your eyes. The way you furrowed when focusing on whatever he was explaining in class, the way you said his name... Fuck.

You weren’t so innocent, you caught him glancing your way every time, you lingered and stayed with him longer than you needed, full of questions—or excuses. Your head tilted just so, that subtle smile on your lips. It was driving him insane. Even more so as the betrayal he'd suffered replayed in his mind, over and over again.

Hard times… unbearable times, in which he locked himself in his room the moment his so-called wife was out of sight. A visible bulge on his pants.

"Pathetic," he muttered to himself. He couldn’t have those thoughts for a student, could he? And still, he would jerk off to images he saved on deeper parts of his mind.

He didn’t feel guilty when he finished, he would clean up, methodically as he always did.

The thoughts of his student, of you, stayed. You had become his obsession, the one thing keeping him tethered to life after the betrayal. Somehow, you'd lit a spark in him—that warm sensation in his chest he hadn’t felt in years. Maybe that’s when he realized what had to be done.

Confront his wife. He needed to end it.

An when it was over, when all his rage had burned through him, he sold the house. He packed what he wanted to keep—the necessary, and moved into a quiet, simple apartment where he could be alone.

He would still wait. Wait for the semester to end, wait for the day you were no longer his student. And then, after weeks, months of self-restraint, a simple text would pop up on your phone.

"Wanna grab some coffee?"

Wanted to write something about Levi in a modern au as a professor, so…

[magicdustsworld]

Redemption

Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: For you, freedom comes in the form of college life. However, soon you come to realize that tethering liberating steps for way too long will get you to situations you don't want to be in.

Tropes: Professor/Student, explicit smut

Warnings: profanity, age gap (Reader is in early 20s, Levi is in his early to mid 30s), drug abuse, smoking, alcoholism, implied nudity and blackmail, body shot, toxic college life, toxic friendship dynamics, college/modern AU, no mentions if y/n.

Word count: 3.6k

Event: submission for levievent under the prompt of day 10 - age differences.

A/N: after a lot of contemplation, I have decided to let it be a two-shot series. The next part will contain filthy smut, hopefully updated by tomorrow and pls excuse any mistakes on this part, my laptop broke down so I had to type it on my phone. Hope you enjoy!

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

|NEXT|

This isn't supposed to be happening.

You aren't supposed to be bend over your professor's desk, skirt raised up and have your cunt pulsating over his cock like a damn virgin.

He clicks his tongue, "Filthy brat," tightening his hold over your binded wrists as his pelvis smacks against yours in a uniform rhythm. "Don’t tell me you're cumming so soon. We haven't even started yet."

Your cheek rests on the hard mahogany desk, polished and clean as your eyes roll back from the way his cock just hits your g-spot with every thrust. The drool runs down your lips, too lust drunk to care and too traversed beyond reality to give him a verbal answer as he continues to assault your puffy folds with his shaft. Slick runs down your thighs, dripping on the floor as the room reeks with the combined juices of your arousal. He reaches down, pressing his thumb on your swollen bud and you're sent over the edge.

Shit!

How did this happen?

.

You have been caged your whole life.

Therefore, when freedom came knocking at your door, you didn't have any second thoughts from breaking free of the chains that binded you to a gilded cage. For you, freedom came in the form of college life.

If anyone from your highschool years saw you now, they wouldn't be able to recognize you with the 180 degree turn in personality, makeover and peer choices. A complete change. The most significant change could be your schedule. While you were living under the stern gaze of your parents, you had a timetable to maintain which prescribed when and how you should be present at particular places. That timetable was taken, crumbled up and thrown in the trashcan as soon as you got the gist of dormitory life. Besides, with your peers indulging in situations they shouldn't be, why should you hold back? (Like c'mon, you need to live your life as well)

Previously, you'd spend Friday nights in the confines of your bedroom while blasting your favourite playlist in your earphones and doing your homework. Now, the same music would boom but you are swaying your hips to it, bopping yourself and getting lost in the game of dance under the neon lights of the frat house. Red cups and beer pongs would escalate, which you readily partook in with the addition of forgettable one night stands. You told yourself that you liked the air of random hook ups while you were high, for it left you guessing that which brother of the fraternity you had fucked or not. While vodka and a night of reprieve was one thing, you looked forward to the coke. The very coke which once inhaled, made the euphoria burst in your system while ecstasy took over and you'd find yourself falling under the spell of intoxication.

Mind blank as a canvas and too high on serotonin levels, the fog of inebriation would cloud your eyes and you'd get lost in another midnight rhapsody. Can you blame yourself? College is meant for trying out all the pleasures of life, right? A hub for fuck boys and girls seeking validation from each other by fucking their daylights out. The minority who inclined themselves to academics were clearly missing out on all the joys life had to offer.

However, you didn't know that your favourite coke would be the reason of your downfall.

Maybe, you should have known better.

No– of course, you should have known better.

What were you thinking?

You should have stayed inside that night instead of going out to the same frat house, when you had an important physical chemistry exam the next day.

As far as you can remember, you were paired with a jock of the football team for flip cup. Although, hazed memories you noted the strawberry blond hair styled back and amber eyes. Maybe his name was John? Or Jean? Whatever, you only remember winning the game and getting your hands on the coke. Sooner than anyone had the time to comprehend, you were lining the powder on your finger edge and inhaling it generously.

Did it not raise a series of ooh's and aah's from the onlookers?

Like all the previous nights, your eyes were open wide with the crimson tint staining your sclera as you got lost in the ebullient maelstrom. Combined with the alcohol already running in your system, it didn't take long for the waves to crash ove. In this reverie you didn't realize when you were situated on the table, with grains of salt being sprinkled over your navel by your partner. He dipped his head down– mouth filled with tequila– swirling and lapping the warm muscle over your skin, feasting on the granules and you didn't even care with all your senses falling numb.

Anyone can guess what would be the outcome of attending an exam when the after effects of the powder fails to cease. With a pounding headache and being unaware of most of the answers, you can't say you were surprised to see your grade.

The capital F beside your name stares back at you from the mark list.

.

"Can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Not so," Your friend giggles, raking her fingers through her ash-blond hair. "It's only one exam, cheer up."

You bit your inner cheek, heaving a deep sigh. "This exam marks forty percect of my overall grade, Hitch. And with the way, my marks have gone down the drain, I don't think I'll even be able to pass this year."

That's an honest concern on your part because the final report would be sent to your parents as well and if they ever saw you failing one class, you don't know what hell they'll raise. Besides, the excuses of sickness and tougher lessons can only be used so far. (Plus, your heart thumped in your chest with the thought if they ever find out about this new lifestyle of yours... let's not think about it).

"You know," Hitch muses, leaning back on her Chair as she blows a strawberry bubblegum in her mouth. " You can ask for extra credit."

"Yeah sure," You don't bother to hide sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes and choosing to rest your chin on top of your palm. "There's no chance."

She raises an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"It's professor Ackerman," That almost comes out as a whine. "He is ruthless as he is, always with the poker look on his face and I can swear he won't even smile at a clown." 

A sheepish smile curls up her lips but before she can speak, you start again.

"Plus, I am already on his bad books. Do you think he'll be all unicorns and rainbows when I ask for credits?" You fold your hand over your chest, gritting your teeth as if the cause of your predicament is the man in question; he isn't but you need something to get off your vexation. "That's straight up walking in a lion's den and I am sure he will come for my head."

"Oh, girl..." She sighs, interlocking her fingers together and perching them over the tabletop. "But why would he even do that when you will give him a show?"

That catches your interest, "a show?"

"A show," She nods, the upper pair of her teeth is revealed as she smiles, waving her finger in a circular motion in the air. "Just follow my advice."

.

You have never heard an advice as bad as that.

Correction:

You have never found yourself following an advice as bad as that.

Still, you find yourself here. Outside your professor's office, gazing at the ivory sign engraved with the obsidian lettering – Levi Ackerman, while you contemplate on how much this plan can go wrong. (In your opinion, 100%).

However, you are desperate and your desperation has brought you here. So why not...?

You knock on the door. Once. Twice. Stating your name as you suck in a deep breath, squaring your shoulders.

Please don't let it be long.

A deep voice reverberates from inside, "State your business."

"I would... like to discuss about my grades. May I come in, sir?"

"Yes."

You breath in, the knob turns and you set a foot inside.

"Remember," Hitch says, crossing one of her leg over the another. "You gotta look desperate." The tilt of your head and parting of your lips, garners her to explain more. "The first two," She snaps her fingers to the collar of your shirt, "Unbuttoned."

"What?!" On instinct, you fold your hand over your chest, twisting your torso in the opposite direction. "Are you out of your mind?"

"You want to increase your grades or not?"

"I do but–"

"No buts," The girl shushes you with a finger over your lips. "You want to get your way through college, you follow me. Got that?"

Left with no choice, you find yourself nodding.

The clicks of your heel seems to echo in the vast expanse of his office. It's almost afternoon and the orange glow of the setting sun pours into the space marring it with the similar hues. Late classes are adjourned for the day as the marks were announced. On top of that, its Friday. Therefore, regular classes would be starting after the weekend. The campus is almosy empty except a few staff and students lurking around the corners; a perfect opportunity to follow the plan.

Your find your professor to be seated across his desk, engrossed in reading a file while a pen is nestled between his thumb and pointer. As soon as he is aware of your presence, he looks up at you.

Instead of halting, a good distance away from his desk, you are walking up to it. Letting yourself stop within a meter of his proximity.

"What do you need to discuss?"

Prompt and straight to the point—as expected.

Lips breaking into a grin, you spin a strand of your open hair around your fingers. Leaning forward–it's apparent, what you're aiming at–you speak, "I was wondering... if I could get some extra credit in your class, sir?"

"He is your professor, that's your minus," She states with a lilt of her mouth. "But you're his student, that's his minus."

Levi raises an eyebrow, "Extra credit, you say?"

"He is a man, after all. And all men are perverts, give them a show of your assets and they'll be dancing on your drums."

He continues with a twitch of his lip, "And why would I do that?" 

"Give him all the performance he needs," Her eyes darts south, she tugs on the fabric of your skirt."The shorter this is, the higher your grades will be."

"You seem to know all about their psyches." You comment, pinching your lips and smoothening the material over your knees.

That evokes a laugh,"Babe, how do you think I keep my grades up?"

By following the same advice she has given you.

In accordance to her, a face full of makeup with tits on show and the skirt raised enough to give a generous view of legs—one can make the professor's their very own puppets. So, once the same advice and opportunity is presented to you, why should you back down?

"Well," You start, plopping yourself on the chair across him, crossing your legs one over the other–hiking up your (already)shortened skirt. "I am sure we can work something out like..." arching your elbow on the table, you let your manicured fingers drum against your cheek; a seductive approach. This should work. "You don't want one of your students to be held back now, do you, sir?"

He stares at you for a solid minute. A blink of his eyes follow.

You shift in your position—offering him a rather salacious view of your cleavage. Come on. Your visage holds innocence akin to a child learning the first steps of the world.

One thing about Professor Ackerman that enthralls you is just how attarctive he could be despite his age. Probably a decade older than you but he certainly carries the enigma of a young man charmed with the maturity of someone his age. Gray eyes, dark bangs in an undercut and he just dresses so much better than all of the male peers you have encountered. And a lot better than all of your filthy hookups.

Even then, he is a man. Just look at it. The silence is stretching for a minute too long and dare you say, its almost suffocating.

While Levi's eyes are on you—something which you do want—he rather seems to be scrutinizing your behaviour than satisfy his inner perverse attitude.

Maybe he keeps this face even while jerking off.

That thought alone raises a cinch of chuckle to escape your mouth. His eyebrows furrow. At last, he speaks. "How long have you been in my class?"

Seriously? Is he so keen on continuing this game of back and forth. Shouldn't he be asking you how much grades you require by now?

"Patince is the key."

Hitch's words ring in your mind and you follow her again. "Since the start to second year?"

He crosses his arm over his chest, muscles flexing under his dress shirt as he leans back on his chair. You mark how there's a gleam in his eyes before he continues, "And how many exams have you taken until now?"

"Three? Why are you... asking that?"

"You'll know soon enough," he pauses, letting a string of tension to seep in through his body language. And as much as you don't want it to bother you, it is bothering you. "In which of those exams have you got a grade over sixty percent?"

"Um, uh sir–" You fumble over your words, raking your brain for any suitable response and while your grades is actually being discussed—a pang of exposure swirls in with the way you are dressed. "I don't remember..."

"Never."

"O-oh," Unease ripples through you, crumbling the calm veneer you are trying to maintain.

His gaze hardens, a tick of jaw and the creases on his forehead just shows he isn't in the mood for your performance. "Why?"

Only a low chuckle is released, attempting to depress the palpable tension."My bad... ah– you see, I don't have a good memory and that's why my grades are... well, you know."

"When have you ever cosulted me with the problem regarding your memory?" He cocks his head to the side, inverting the hourglass on his table. Shifting his attention back to you, he asks, "Besides, have you ever truly followed through my lesson in class? Ever tried to do your assignments by yourself?"

"Of course, I did," a clear cut lie but he doesn't have to know that. "But they are too difficult. You can't blame me, college is tough on its own and I have so many subjects to study–"

You wish to continue with your rant but the terse call of your name stops you on your tracks. His lips are curled down and he looks at you with utter disdain as if you were a bug. "If you have even paid a bit of attention in my class then you should know that I mark half of your grades by your attentiveness and student conduct. Something–" You swallow a lump in your throat, slumping your shoulders and hiding your chest from his gaze. "–you clearly lack and with the absolute shit you write on your answer sheets, you should know better than to expose your body in the name of discussion."

Blank.

You are completely blanked out.

What is there to say even?"

You chew on your lower lip, eyes flickering to anywhere but him. Clutching the mesh of your skirt in your hold. This meeting isn't unfolding like anything Hitch said about. You manage to exhale a breath, trying to hide your with your hairs, "Sir... I guess, I should take– I should leave now."

Only slightly you raise yourself from the chair, Levi speaks again, "So soon?" You sheepishly nod, giving way that this encounter wouldn't be to your favour. "We were just getting started. Besides, there's something more I need to discuss with you."

You look at him from beneath your lashes. It's funny how timid you are now. "Like what?"

"I've heard rumors of students getting their hands on question sheets by– let's say, means," He opens his drawer, pulling out a folder. "So... I played a little game with y'all. Changing the question paper, last minute was tedious- but doable." He twists his lips, picking out a A5 sized paper with contents hidden from you. He keeps his eyes on it while speaking again, "Humorously, you seem to answer only those questions perfectly which were leaked–"

"Excuse me?" You intervene, quickly. "I have no connection with this paper leak mess."

"Then how do you explain your tardiness with the paper, this time?" Steel eyes have shifted to you, "As much of a bratty student you can be, you aren't the type to completely fail unless–"

"You're just accusing me or something, I haven't done. When I say I have no connections with paper leak, I mean it."

"Then how do you explain your–"

"I don't fucking know. Just a coincidence or– whatever!"

"Coincidence? You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's not on me if you believe me or not. I have gave you my statement and you should know better than to accuse me of something just because you hate me."

"Very well, then" He tilts his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I will just have the dean rusticate you–"

"You can't do that. I didn't even know about all this."

"You want to tell me that you weren't cursing out loud while writing the paper? Don't try to lie, Zacharius told me about your indency in exam hall."

"That was because I was high on coke not— no, I–" Your eyes widen as soon as you realize your fumbling. Lips parted, you are more apprehended as the blood drains from your cheeks. "No, I- uh... I didn’t mean that, j-just a slip of tongue."

As for Levi, he merely stares back at you and... is that a smirk on his lips? It sure is. A triumphant ghost of a smirk directed at you while you began to drown in the whirlpool of despair. "At least, you remember that."

He flips both the paper to you and if your heart wasn't beating with a 10x speed before, it sure is now. Your jaw hangs open, shoulders becoming rigid and the air knocked off your lungs like you've been punches to the gut.

Pictures.

They are pictures, yes and it would have been fine of it was just that but it isn't. In the very pictures, you find yourself. One with a cigarette between your lips and from the background it is starkly evident that it's the college campus. The second is more precarious for you're clicked with some of your pals but it's shot in a way that only your face is visible while the group blows on a pot of Marijuana.

You wrestled with a deep-sated fear, eyes thoroughly scrutinizing each speck and corner of the photos—something, anything to prove that it isn't you. That it's framed, that all of it is a big misunderstanding. The dread of facing your professor overshadows all the protests stringing on your mouth; they won't even be let out if you try.

"It's a shame really," His voice echoes, the screeching of the chair is heard before he is sauntering over to the other end of the room. "I had better expectations from you."

You don't register the mocking call of your name, physically unable to. The adrenaline surges through your veins, goosebumps arising on your body with each passing second.

You need to leave. Run. Soon. Now.

You find yourself frozen in your place.

"I wonder what your parents would have to say–"

"No, sir." Instantly you crane your neck over to him, nails digging on the armrests of your chair. Your shoulders rise and fall as the hypertension settles in you. Your heart is thumping in your ears, fingers are trembling with anticipation and to add insult to the injury, darkness has started to commence. "Not my parents, please sir. Th-they– I don't know what they'll do to me. Plesse sir, j-just not that."

He leans against the door of his office, gazing at you with mere casualty, "You think you are in the position to make requests?" His irises flicks to the corner of the room. "You've made your bed. Now lie on it."

"Sir, please–" You are on the verge where you wouldn't have a second thought before begging on your knees. Something's pooling in your eyes and it stings as bad as your nails on the wooden armrests. "Anything but that. I will complete all of your assignments and I'll personally improve my grades without anyone's help. Sir, just one chance, please."

He huffs, twisting his lips as if a mirthful play is being presented to him. "Why should I believe you? Have you ever given me a reason to know you're reliable?"

"Sir, I have to try." Instantly, you stand up, marching over to him. "And– and I know I've been indecent–"

"Irresponsible and obnoxious, as well."

"Yes," It's painful but you have no other choice. "I know and I am sorry. Really sorry, just give me another chance."

He tips his head towards you, narrowing his eyes, "You think, you're redeemable?"

"Yes, sir. Of course, I am ready to do anything to prove it to you."

His eyes sparkles with something you can't decipher, "very well," He straightens up, taking a singular step towards you—only now, you're aware of how limited proximity but before you can contemplate, he speaks, "Let's start your first lesson on redemption."

[pennylanewrites]

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

[dejwrld]

⤷‧₊˚  extra credit comes with a price when it involves professor ackerman. 

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, female anatomy described, reader is black coded, grad student!reader, professor!levi, age gap (reader in late twenties while levi in thirties), praise kink, degradation kink, corruption kink, oral (character receiving), reader gives levi a mouth hug lol, dom!levi, told in 2nd pov, levi is 6'1 in my head and in this fic (he was made short because they didn't want him to outdo eren's face card), mdni

a repost from my old account.

The top of your black pen grazed over your lip as you stared at your current grade. Graduation was just around the corner, it was practically in the palm of your hand. But here it was sliding through your palm bit by bit as you watch your grade descend lower and lower for your physics course. You only blamed yourself. Registering for classes later than usual and was stuck with the professors that had a horrible rating on ratemyprofessor.com.

Your eyes never twitched in annoyance before reading the reviews and rating on Professor Ackerman’s. To rants about how hard his tests were, his harsh grading, and even locking the lecture hall door so late people couldn’t come in disturbing his teaching. You felt frustrated that this one course seemed to be the one to decide if you’ll be walking across the stage in a couple weeks. So, you sucked in your pride and decided to ask for the one thing Professor Ackerman wrote in bold letters on his syllabus that he does not give out.

Extra Credit.

Perhaps, you were wishing the worst as you sat in the library. Your pretty smooth thighs adjust in the seat to prevent the nervous squirming waiting for a reply. Your teeth were grazing at your lower lip as your fingers kept clicking to refresh your emails. When you saw the email, your mouth gaped open seeing that he approved giving you extra credit. You were mentally doing a happy dance as you concluded that this would be another semester of you being on the Dean’s List after Professor Ackerman’s extra credit.

You promptly responded that you’ll stop at his office before you leave campus to go home. Which you quickly got a response from Professor Ackerman. Your eyes scanned over the harsh email of him demanding you to come receive the work now because he refused to wait for a student that came to him demanding help. You let out an annoyed sigh and questioned how could such a harsh man still be a professor at your university. You packed up your stuff quickly and made your way to his office. As you were leaving, you nearly knocked down Historia and Ymir.

“I’m sorry you guys, gotta meet with Professor Ackerman.

,” You briefly said as you went to leave.

“Professor Ackerman? Gosh, the last person, who went to his office hours they dropped the class.” Historia mentioned. She toyed with the ends of her cream sweater.

“Yeah, I even heard they left his office crying,” Ymir even adds.

“Thank you guys, for making me nervous about picking up extra credit work,” You admitted as you watched them disappear into the library.

When you reached his office, you felt so nervous. Your hands shook just a little as your mind was racing with so many thoughts. You hoped you didn’t stumble on your own words as you accept the extra work. You had to walk in there with your head held high and thank him for even giving you the opportunity to get your grade up. However, when your body slid into his office majority of your thoughts went out the window and your brain grew fuzzy.

It wasn’t any secret that Professor Ackerman was drop-dead gorgeous. He aged like a fresh bottle of wine imported from Italy. Many students and faculty whispered among each other about him. Wondering if he had a lover at home or if he even socialize at all. He was a huge mystery.

“Professor Ackerman, I am here to collect the extra credit work you mentioned in your email,” You say.

Your fingers toyed with the ends of your skirt as your eyes were peering at him while he was grading papers. His eyes never bothered to look up at you, “Just sit down and give me a minute.” He uttered in annoyance.

You did what you were told, occupying the brown leather seat that sat in the corner of his nicely decorated office. Professor Ackerman let out a sigh of frustration, “Not there. Right here.” His hand that wasn’t holding the red ink ball pen motioned to the seat in front of his desk.

You quickly stood up going to the seat that was in front of his desk. He went back to grading the work on his desk as your curious eyes once again scanned his office. From the ancient artifacts that were decorating the shelves, the number of books he had, and even the one picture of him smiling with a group of friends. Which actually took you by shock even seeing him smiling at all.

“You know, I don’t really give out extra credit.” Professor Ackerman said as he finally placed his pen down to look at him.

His intimidating stare caused you to shift yourself in the seat you were sitting in. Your fingers toying with each other as you were searching for words to say. You were wondering how could you be so confident answering and refuting him in class, but now that the two of you were alone you were a flustered mess.

“Which I appreciate you for even offering it to me.” You answered truthfully.

You only gained a hum in response before he was back grading papers. “Do you know why I’m giving you extra credit (Y/N)?”

“I’m an excellent student in your class.” You answered truthfully. After all, last time you checked you did have the highest grade in his course.

“If you were so excellent, you wouldn’t be here for the extra credit.” He shot down your comment and that felt like a dagger pierced at your heart.

“Well then, I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He placed the pen down once again just for him to look at you. Once again it felt like you were in the hot seat. He leaned back into his huge leather chair, “You have a pretty mouth.” He bluntly admitted.

His comment caused you to be so confused. But that was until he urged you on your knees right in front of him behind his large desk.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. The look of innocence painted your face as your hand rubbed at his clothed bulge through the charcoal grey-colored slacks he wore. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he was rolling up the sleeves of the white button-up he wore. When his sleeves were rolled up to his liking, he stared down at you. As if you were below him.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded.

You did what you were told. Opening your mouth open to show him your exposed tongue waiting for his next command.

The pad of his index and middle finger pressed against the flat of your tongue. Your eyes began to water as his slick digits only pushed further causing a pornographic gag to escape from the back of your throat. Professor Ackerman’s lips curled into a smirk as he removed his fingers, a string of saliva followed along with his digits as he went to unbutton his pants.

“Pretty smart girls like you deserve extra credit don’t you think?” Professor Ackerman questioned. His fingers toyed with the band of his Calvin Klein briefs now this his slacks were hanging loosely around his waist. “Answer me (Y/N).” He says as his thumb traced alongside your lower lip.

“Yes Professor Ackerman. A pretty smart girl like me deserves the extra credit.” You babbled.

“Mhm, I think so also. But my extra credit always comes with a price.” Professor Ackerman hummed as he tugged his cock out of his briefs. His member springing out with perfection and the only thing you could do was watch.

Your eyes lit up with eagerness and your mouth watering at the sight of his pretty cock. He kept it nicely shaved all the way down to his balls. The head of his cock was a flawless pink shade and it was shaped perfectly. You couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of his tip rubbing at your wet folds teasingly before sinking himself in you fully. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen. The way your knees were on the wooden floor as you waited for another command like a perfectly trained pet, Professor Ackerman wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of feeling his cock inside you.

His hand grabbed a hold of his cock as he tapped at your lip gloss-covered lips. A devious smirk paced on his face before he was speaking once again, “Suck it really well and the extra credit is all yours (Y/N).” He cooed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as his precum smeared against your lips. You perched yourself on your knees to get comfortable before leaning forward to attack. Your pretty lips wrap around the head of Profesor Levi’s cock tasting the saltiness of his precum. A low hiss escaped the professor’s lips as you could feel him shutter against your touch. Your hands then went up to massage his shaft while your tongue licked up and down the base of his cock. Saliva beginning to coat your hands as your head was bobbing up and down on Professor Ackerman’s cock.

The lewd sound of sucking echoed within Professor Ackerman’s office as you were going down on him. His fingers ran through his jet-black-colored hair as he was turning into a moaning mess before you. His face turned as red as a tomato with each stroke you did with your hands while your lips smothered his tip. Despite being on your knees and only touching the older man with your mouth, you could feel the amount of heat was radiating off his body. Which you knew he was only growing hot with each second when he was unbuttoning his shirt to toss it across his office.

He looked down at you with such a flustered look, it caused you to smirk as you were stroking him off trying to catch your breath. When he saw your smirk, he would return one right back at you But his was very more sinful. “Smart girls don’t use their hands. Stop using your hands.” He demanded.

As your hands that were covered in your own saliva dropped to your side, your eyes begin to water as you felt Professor Ackerman’s hips push forward. The pornographic gagging sound followed by more saliva coating his cock caused him to move even faster. Your tears begin to burn your eyes with each harsh thrust towards your face. Your saliva was dripping out your mouth like a dog and your tears were staining your cheeks testing out your waterproof makeup. Professor Ackerman’s right hand grasped at the back of your head before he’s pushing your head forward. His cock disappeared into your mouth bit by bit as you gagged aggressively. Your gagging sent vibrations around his cock causing Professor Ackerman to utter out a string of profanity words. The tip of your nose pressed against this happy trail with ease as your hand grasped at his toned thighs. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his thighs as he held your head down while his cock rested in the pit of your throat.

When he let go of your head, your head bounced back like a yo-yo. Your chest rose up and down as you were trying to catch your breath. A thick string of saliva connected from your pretty mouth to Professor Ackerman’s cock. Your hand wiped at your tears that were clouding your vision and you could feel your lace panties grow wet at the action that just happened. Professor Ackerman made you choke on his cock and you instantly grew soaked. Who would have thought?

“We’re not done yet doll,” Professor Ackerman uttered as he’s grabbing a hold of your head once more. Guiding you to suck once again, but this time he had both of his hands on the back of your head guiding your movements. “Such a pretty smart girl that can suck my cock so well.” He complimented.

“You look so stunning wrapped around me like this.” He praised through subtle grunts.

Your tongue swirled around his tip and that seemed to push the professor further off the edge.

“Keep doing that and I may cum right in that pretty mouth of yours.” He added.

As you kept sucking at his cock, your hand reached down to rub your wet folds through your panties. Professor Ackerman chuckled at your poor excuse of desperation. “Want me to touch you huh?”

With his cock in your mouth like a flavored popsicle, you would nod with enthusiasm. You needed him to touch you. You craved for his fingers to be the one rubbing at your puffy lips. But through your glossy wet eyes, you were met with Professor Ackerman’s cruel smile. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. Instead, you watched as he swooshed around his own spit in his mouth before letting the huge droplet of saliva travel down to his cock that still was in your mouth. His own spit landed on the shaft of his cock that wasn’t buried deep inside your mouth.

“Now use your hands if you want that extra credit (Y/N).” Professor Ackerman urged.

With eagerness, your hand clasped around his shaft and you begin to massage it at a rhythmic pace. Using his own saliva as lube while you sucked at his tip and massaged his shaft. Once in a while, your tongue dragged alongside the one vein that occupied the back of his cock before cupping at his ballsack.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He cursed. “I’m going to cum.”

As if that flipped a switch inside you, your mouth latched onto his ballsack while your hand massaged his shaft. Sucking fiercely enough to gain whimpers and groans from Professor Ackerman as his body began to shutter. You released yourself from his heavy balls with a pop before your went back to massaging his dick, your thumb pressing against his swollen tip once in a while.

“Please (Y/N)—”

“Please what Professor Ackerman,” You cooed while you kissed at his tip once again, your hands still gripping at his cock.

“The extra credit is all yours, just let me cum.” Levi urged as his hips bucked forward just to feel even more friction around his cock.

“I’m not stopping you from cumming Professor Ackerman.” You said as you pumped his cock in your hand. Imagining that perhaps your hand was your tight cunt wrapped around him.

Professor Ackerman uttered a word in German as thick ropes of his cum began to decorate your hand. Your hand slowed down at a steady pace with each pump of the creamy white substance decorated not only your hand but the blouse you were wearing.

Professor Ackerman plopped down on the large leather seat behind his desk as you climbed back off the ground. Your knees were bruised harshly, cum stained your blouse, and your throat still was grasping for recovery due to the way he pushed so aggressively towards you. You smooth down your skirt before picking up the folder filled with the extra credit worksheets. Smoothly letting them drop into your bag and going to make a quick exit. Frankly, you didn’t want to get caught by another student or even a faculty member. Your hand went to unlock the door, but you heard Professor Ackerman’s voice stop you.

“Are you stupid? Are you that much of a nuisance that you’ll go out like that?” Professor Ackerman said, he stood up shuffling to the small brown chest in the corner of his office. His nicely tailored dress pants hung loosely around his waist as went through it.

When he stood back up, he had a crewneck sweater shirt with the university name on it. However, this one was a bit different from the ones that were currently being sold in the bookstore. This was a vintage one, assuming it was from when Professor Ackerman graduated.

You tugged off your shirt with quickness and stuffed it into your bag and soon tugged on the sweatshirt. It lingered with that familiar cologne he wore. Eros by Versace.

“Please return both the work and my sweatshirt by the end of my office hours tomorrow.” Professor Ackerman bluntly said before he was cleaning up the mess the two of you had made.

“Yes, Professor Ackerman.” You respectfully responded before leaving his office.

The thing you just did for extra credit.

[hardtofindeggs]

Cease and Desist Pt.2

❀ pairing: professor!levi ackerman x chancellor!f!reader

❀ genre: enemies(ish) to lovers, slow burn

❀ cw: light swearing, high tension situations (???), alcohol consumption, slight angst, fluff, jealousy, mutual pining (but levi is hopeless)

❀ summary: levi ackerman has been a professor at acadia hills university™ for almost 6 years now. levi ackerman has also had his eyes on you - the chancellor of this university - for 6 years now. he hasn't allowed himself to get too close to you, despite it being hard since your social circles are nearly identical. what'll happen now that he can't avoid you as much as he'd like? now that he's too close to you?

❀ parts: pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3 -> pt.4 -> pt.5

Entering your house, you place your keys on the little ceramic bowl you have placed on top of your shoe shelf. Locking your door twice, you start to walk towards your kitchen, excited to prepare the dinner you had set ingredients out for earlier when suddenly your mobile phone rings. Taking it out of your pocket with a confused look on your face because who even calls people at 11:07 pm? When suddenly your confused expression melts off because of course she does.

"Hey there, Hange," a smile lingering in your voice.

"My savior. My angel. My light. My very own personal je-"

"Which bar are you at again, Hange?" you cut her off to ask between low chuckles.

"Hmmm...let me think," a short silence engulfs the line before your best friend speaks once more "21....uh..21...M-mobli-"

"Bounce Street?" you ask while your phone is stuck between your shoulder and ear as you put on your shoes.

"THAT'S THE ONE!!!"

Hange's sudden scream makes you pull the phone away before speaking one last time "Be there in 15. Do NOT leave," she mumbles something of an incoherent agreement and you hang up; grabbing your keys, locking your door and entering your car as you see yourself on your way to the bar.

Once you arrive at the bar, your field of vision is flooded with freshly turned 21 year olds who can't seem to drink quick enough, large groups of older men flirting with the usual bartender and of course, your best friend singing karaoke to anyone who would listen. You stand watching her for a while before you decide on getting yourself a quick drink as she finishes her song. You walk up to the bar and order yourself an apple juice.

"Designated driver?" a low voice asks from beside you. You can't hear the person very well over Hange's singing so you turn to face them. A polite laugh leaving your mouth as you answer.

"More like- Levi! Excuse me; Professor Ackerman," you're surprised to see your friend at the bar he practically ridiculed you for considering to go to.

"Too late for that. Anyhow, you actually didn't answer my question this time, Chancellor," he says smugly.

You roll your eyes and smirk at his petty comment and answer "Such amazing memory. To answer your question, technically yes. See, I wasn't here at all tonight so you can't really call it 'designated' but I was called to come get Hange anyway. So... I suppose so,"

Levi nods and finishes the last of his water, "Taking her back to yours, then?" you nod your head and he speaks once again, however you can't seem to put together what he said.

"What?!" you raise your voice over the music. Levi rolls his eyes and moves closer to you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and holding it there as he moves in closer to you, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel his warm breath fanning over it for a short second.

"I asked if I could also drop Miche off at your place. I don't really feel like having to clean his throw up tonight." he separates from you, taking note of how close you two actually were, and asks for another glass of water.

You tell him it's no problem and he nods as a silence engulfs the room, even though Hange can still be heard by everyone in this bar. To you it's deafening. Paying attention to the drinks in front of you and nothing else. You hope he doesn't notice how red your ears are, or how you held your breath when he got so close to you. You hope he doesn't notice you touching your ears in a feeble attempt to cool them down, or how your arm relaxed against his when he got so close to you. You really hope he didn't notice.

"Hange, sit up. Cuz if you throw up while laying down, you'll die," you signal right and turn, "And if you do, I wouldn't be able to fit funeral arrangements into my calendar right now," you listen to Hange's giggling while you enter your building's parking lot, finding two empty slots besides one another and parking your car neatly.

You exit your car and open the door for Hange, lowering yourself so you can help wiggle her out.

"Y/N!" Levi's voice echoes throughout the partially empty parking lot, grabbing your attention away from Hange's boots in your hands.

"Yes, Levi?"

"Mind throwing me your keys? I'll get Miche changed and on the couch while you get Hange out," Levi shrugs his head towards the sleepy man slouched over his shoulder.

You nod and let go of Hange's leg to throw him your house keys. Levi catches them with his free hand and begins walking towards the elevator. Once he's out of your sight, you continue struggling with Hange once more, until finally, 20 minutes and some negotiation later, her head's nuzzled up against your neck, legs around your waist as you step into the elevator. 9th floor.

Stepping out of the elevator to find the door to your apartment creaked open, you step inside and push the door shut behind you with your foot before walking up the stairs and to your room to get Hange changed and settled into your bed. After 15 minutes of shimmying her sleeping form into some pyjamas, you walk downstairs to look for Levi.

You check the balcony first and the living room next; that's where you find a snoring Miche in some grey sweatpants and a cotton black tank top, knocked out on your L shaped couch. Sound asleep. Smiling to yourself you walk out and begin walking to the kitchen, growing more and more certain of Levi's whereabouts as you continue to hear clattering and sizzling coming from there.

To your surprise, you stand leaning on the kitchen's doorframe, drinking in the vision that is your jet black haired friend. His sleeves rolled up as he expertly works between the salmon in one frying pan, vegetables in another and some sauce in a pot.

"Must be my birthday," you smirk and push yourself off of the doorframe as you make your way to your wooden kitchen island and seat yourself.

"You amuse me," Levi mumbles monotonously "I saw the ingredients set out after I'd put Miche to bed. Came in to fix myself a cup of tea and thought to have this be my way of thanking you for taking them both in,"

"There's no need to thank me, Levi,"

"I want to," His eyes flit up to meet yours for a short moment before he starts plating up your dinner.

A moment of silence consumes you both when you speak up, "I hope you're not intending for me to eat alone,"

Levi stares at you as he slides you your plate of food and a glass of water. Two ice cubes. He balls his hands into fists and pushes his knuckles into the wooden island; swaying himself back and forth, thinking of whether he should stay or go.

He takes a deep breath and speaks, "I'll eat with you, Y/N," you smile at him and raise your hands up in a victory pose. Levi chuckles softly at your playfulness before making himself a plate and sits down in front of you as you both silently enjoy your dinners.

You finish the last of the washing up and you walk out of the kitchen, once again looking for Levi. Nearing your living room you see him at the entrance of your home, putting on his shoes- you walk down the hallway to him.

"Why didn't you tell me you're leaving? I'll drop you off,"

"No need. It's what Uber is for, no?" cocking an eyebrow at you as he pulls his phone out to order a car.

"What? Levi- wha- no. Why would you do that? Just stay. I'll drop you home tomorrow with Hange and Miche. Save the planet and all," you attempt at bargaining with him. But why? Let him leave. You shouldn't get too close with him, anyway- he'll know otherwise.

Levi scoffs before answering, "And share a car with those morons? Y/N, be serious.. and besides; I can order an electric car. Save the planet," he finishes his point and orders a car.

You exhale deeply through your nose to which he looks up at you for.

"What,"

"You're forever arrogant, aren't you,"

Levi looks to the side, "I don't want to be anymore trouble,"

"That's nonsense, Levi," you move to look him in his eyes. It's quiet for a moment, both of you displaying your best poker faces waiting for the other to speak. Neither one of you does. His phone pings with a notification that his Uber has arrived.

"Great. Now I have to make him wait while I go down your shitty apartment's elevator. This is going to hurt my rating," he mumbles in annoyance as he walks out of your house and frantically presses the elevator button multiple times, as though that will make it arrive quicker.

You follow after and wait next to him. Once the elevator arrives and he steps inside, you manage to yell out to him just as the elevator doors close, "Let me know once you're home!"

The doors are long shut before he's able to respond and you go back inside your house. Your phone vibrates as you lock your door and you open it to see a text message.

Levi: 👍

Shaking your head, you lock your phone and make your way to your room to get changed before you sleep in the guest room for the night.

[kamyru]

Attack on Titan characters as doctors from different medical fields (Headcanons)

Author's note: Some lore about me - I'm a 5th year med student and went on a few international exchanges. However, don't take everything in here too serious. It's just to make fun of the stereotypes.

Levi Ackerman = Emergency medicine

You know the type of emergency medicine that the other doctors are complaining about because it's not efficient at all and tries to get rid of the responsibility as fast as possible? Forget it, it's not about Levi.

He looks like he will yell at you if you go to the emergency at 3 in the morning because you ate an expired pastry three days ago. But, in reality, he will tell everyone that no person wants to go at 3 AM to a hospital for their own pleasure. With very rare exceptions.

And regarding this exceptions, he has no tolerance with them.

If anyone has a problem with a rowdy patient, they'll call Levi to intimidate them.

He is also the one to help the nurses when a patient is getting aggressive.

And Levi also respects the entire personnel and is the mediator in the team when the chief doctor is not getting along with the chief nurse.

When the nurses are full with taking analysis and everything, he can do it himself without three free trials of poking the patient's vein.

He is prepared for all type of emergencies and even more. Urban, mountains, catastrophes, war. EVERYTHING, you name it.

If the shift is calm, Levi is willing to listen to the old patients stories. And everyone is in awe how calm he can be with that one-hundred-year-old grandpa who doesn't know what silence it.

And his personal life? There are thousands of rumors regarding him sleeping with the nurses, students, and whoever else, but none of them are true. He is just a workaholic.

Mikasa Ackerman = Urology

Your local #womeninmenfields

Can't pee? Ask Mikasa. Need a kidney extraction? Ask Mikasa. Have an emergency? Ask Mikasa.

Hates emergency doctors because they say that more than half of the abdominal pains, and most of the flank pains are from urological diseases. And they would have been right, if they made an ultrasound or some blood analysis first.

Though, she respects Levi because he knows that a patient with no kidney on the right flank won't accuse kidney pain there. (True case from my urology practice, where the professor was called in the emergency to diagnose a kidney stone in a patient that was born without a kidney on that part.)

When men find out that she is an urologist, they either run away, or try to impress her. She is not impressed. She doesn't care. She has seen enough.

Has some beef with the cardiologists that want every single patient to have a Foley catheter. Tries to educate them regarding the risks of infections. Has to be stopped by others from punching them after they don't understand.

Is sick of answering why she chose urology and not ob-gyn.

Doesn't laugh at Eren's jokes about her being a "cock doctor".

Eren Jaeger = Psychiatry

He once asked himself if it is nature or nurture and boom!, he woke up in the psychiatric ward as a doctor.

Probably at some point even worked in a prison, but gave up after a few years because it was too much.

Armin tries to teach him to read and ECG every half a year, and two weeks after the lessons, he forgets it.

However, he knows how to read and EEG, after hanging out with the neurologists too much time.

One of the few to laugh at Hange's jokes, because he has seen just as bad.

Is not often accused of malpractice, but often thinks about what can be called malpractice regarding his profession. And has some guilt because of this.

Is the type of doctor to tell others that if a person has hallucinations, it doesn't mean they can make fun of them or disconsider them.

Loves interacting with his patients way more than with their families.

One of the few to understand what a clinical pharmacologist is for. Moreover, he even works with them.

Can't watch movies or TV series in which a character is said to have a mental disease, because most of the times it's portrayed outrageous.

Armin Arlert = Immunology

When he talks, everything makes sense. But if you are not attentive for more than one minute, it will start to sound like an alien language.

Tells everyone he is doing what he is doing for his patients, but secretly dreams about winning a Nobel Prize. Thus, he starts all his first lessons at university with: "Immunology is the medical field with the most Nobel Prizes in the past years."

Is sick of explaining what is the difference between an autoinflammatory and an autoimmune disease. But he will. Even if he is asleep, he will explain it.

Friends with everyone, but everyone uses him as their daily paragraph guy regarding the news in the medical field.

Probably learned a few foreign languages to get access to more studies.

Thinks that immunology is very important, but will pass his students even if they are not the brightest because he knows how hard it is.

Probably got a barely passable grade during his immunology exam in med school too. But it made him fall in love with the subject even more. Also, it was the highest out of his entire class.

His CV is probably as big as a 200k enemies to lovers fanfic, if he puts all the studies he took part in.

His students love him because he is one of the few to actually try to integrate them in the research field.

Knows how to read an ECG because he thinks it's an important skill to call himself a doctor.

Jean Kirschtein = Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery

Of course, of course Jean is a plastic surgeon.

Plastic surgery is one of the few surgery fields that are popular among students.

Money, comfy life, money, probably a little bit more free time than other surgeons, money. And did I say money?

But you can't imagine the shock Jean had when he understood that plastic surgery has one of the highest risks of malpractice.

So, he sulked a little. But only till he understood how much he loved reconstructive surgery.

It's not tickling his ego so much, but it's still the same field.

All of us know that he is actually kinda soft inside. So, he has to be more of a reconstructive surgeons than a plastic surgeons.

He loves to make people better in their own skin and he will do everything possible for this.

But damn, he has an entire pack of super sad stories about how people ended up needing a reconstructive surgery.

After a few years in the field, he stopped being as happy and optimistic he was in the beginning, but he definitely is as enthusiastic. By the end of the day, he has a goal now, doesn't he?

Everyone thought he will retire pretty fast, or at least stop operating. But he found himself and would do it for as long as he can.

Hange Zoe = Forensic medicine

They didn't choose forensic medicine because it doesn't interact with people. They chose it because they genuinely loved it.

All the dark jokes that you ever thought about? They made it during their first years of residency. Now, their humor is not for the weak.

Likes to know what others can't see. Will explain to you how to understand if someone was killed or not.

It's impossible to make them gag now with any type of gore conversations.

Are you a true-crime lover? They are the true-crime. The amount of investigations they partook into is impressive.

They are also a professor and from time to time, the students complain about their humor.

Probably lost any type of belief in something bigger after seeing that dark of things. Or, if they still believe, they are not afraid of anything.

From time to time, fall into an apathetic state. Expectable. It's hard to make your rounds in the forensic department. Working there day to day is more than impressive and respectable.

Erwin Smith = Neurosurgery

"I want to become a neurosurgeon to understand how people work," he said and acquired a god complex.

Okay, I'm joking. Or not?

He is probably the work-husband of half of the psychiatrists because they hang out a lot, to discuss about how brain works. But he will never admit it, because he tell everyone he is all the time in the operating room.

Out of everyone, he is the closest to get a Nobel Prize, except the immunologists. But they don't really interact with each other, so he has never heard about them.

When he is not operating or hanging out with the psychiatrist, he is at international conferences.

And Erwin is also the type of the professor to keep his students over the lesson time, after half of them are already asleep because they don't understand a thing that he is teaching. Even if he tries his best.

No one knows it and it's a secret, but he actually visits the patients from the neurology. Especially the ones with degenerative diseases. He nearly cries every time, but he needs a reminder to know what he is working for.

He will, he definitely will, find all the secrets that the brain has. And will help everyone to stop their suffering.

Sasha Braus = Orthopedics

She's your local ortho-bro.

Another #womeninmenfields

Are you hungry and forgot to bring your lunch? Go to orthopedics, they, and more exactly, Sasha, will definitely have some snack for you.

Are you a sad med student that want to cry? It's okay, your local ortho-bro, or more exactly, ortho-sis will hug you in her big, buff hands, and check your scoliosis in the meantime.

She has beef only with neurosurgeons. But she is also one of the few doctors to get along with them. They fight from time to time during the back surgeries, but they know how to work together.

Also, don't make her mad. She can legally use hammers, saws, and a lot of not-very-medical-looking tools.

When she is not looking like a barbarian in the operation room, she eats while looking at the screen, trying to understand if the kid has a fracture or not in their growth plate.

Most probably doesn't know how to read an ECG, but knows how to transfer a menisci from a dead person to living person, and to make your grandparents walk again. So, isn't it just fantastic?

Keith Sadies = Clinical pharmacology

This guy is smart as hell.

And of course, he is also a professor. But you know what kind of professor? The one that everyone in the university knows about and gives you the wake-up call that you are in a med school.

He tells you to study 14 h a day and sleep max 7 h (real thing my pharmacology professor told us).

Only the toughest students passed his lesson from the first try.

But we are talking about him as a doctor, more than a professor. So, how is he as a doctor?

Actually, no one knows. People has seen him every now and then at the emergency department, or at the psychiatric ward. But no one knows what he actually does.

Fun fact, everyone wants to write their thesis with him, because he is so serious and will definitely help the students.

Makes jokes about what a double-blind study is. And they change regarding who is the listener: two surgeons reading an ECG, one dermatologist and one radiologist reading an ECG, two psychiatrists reading and ECG.

But does he know how to read and ECG? Probably, yes. He has to give medications for arrhythmia.

Also, this guy has the memory of an elephant. Even after years, he remembers his students and now that they are adults, he is not as scary as he used to be.

But still, no one has any idea what he does as a doctor.

Pieck Finger = Oral & maxillofacial surgery

It's not as if I met any O&MF surgeons yet, however...

Dentists and medical doctors are always fighting. But she, she is both of them.

She is one in a million. Only a few students a year choose this path because they need dual degree. So now, you understand what kind of tough pokemon is Pieck.

Most of the people don't even know she exists, but trust me, it's not as if she doesn't have patients.

Cancer, traumas, esthetics, say it and she knows how to treat it.

Pieck also probably dyes her hair every two weeks, because there's no way her hair didn't go half gray yet after she studied so much.

She is also the one with the best roasts regarding both parts of her degree. Are you a medical doctor? She knows how to press on your buttons to annoy you. Are you a dentist? She is ready to make fun of you not being enough of a doctor. What are you going to tell her, to go study more? She already did.