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Thanks so much, it was so fun to do! ❤❤❤
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summary: in which you are a pole dancer and you try to impress Levi, a new customer.
tw: kinda rough sex i guess?
wc: 8,284
The stench of heavy liquor, burnt cigarettes, and strong perfume enter Levi’s nostrils harshly. No matter how many times Hange tries to convince him to tag along to places like this, he just can’t get accustomed to the smell. Or maybe he doesn’t want to.
Hange keeps bugging him post-work to come with them to this notoriously famous nightclub within the city that Erwin goes to. As uninterested as he is, he decides to give it a shot. Seeing as he rarely ever accepts the redhead’s invitations, it might actually be a good place to unwind for all he knows. He’s been to a fair amount of bars, yes, but nightclubs with plays? First time, really.
Once they’ve chosen their seats, they order drinks of their own preferences. The booming music pounds along with the cool-toned lights, while by his right side, there’s a small but big enough stage to fit in five strippers shaking their asses relentlessly to the whims of the customers. Some of them hang on a pole, torsos completely naked, bottoms barely clothed with only thongs covering their souls. Levi can only look at them with a stone cold face, impassive but unbothered.
Hange starts to babble with her work stories of the day as they all drink their shots. Levi only listens, observing the surroundings every now and then. He notices a bunch of men throwing their money at the women and he scoffs. What a mess. Is that really how they pay people in this place?
He looks around, not paying attention to his coworkers. There’s a bar counter by the far left and a bigger stage in the very front with a lone pole built in the center. He thinks for a moment what use is two separate stages with the same purpose but completely dismisses the thought the next second.
An hour passes by like years in Levi’s perspective, and his boredom only grows as he sips on his cold rum. He really tried his best to relate to the hype everyone says, but the whole setting just doesn’t fit his liking. He doesn’t really see anything special to the place, he’d rather go home and rest. He wouldn’t say it was worth the shot.
“I’m out of here,” he says, drinking the last of his liquor before fishing out his wallet to leave his tip. “Oh, come on, shorty, the night is still young! Don’t be such a joy kill!” Hange whines, not pleased with her friend leaving so soon. Erwin only grunts in agreement, while his other coworkers try to keep him from leaving. “Already?” Gunther complains along with Oluo, clearly displeased.
Levi pays them no attention, though, as he continues to get a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, readying himself of his withdrawal. But as if on perfect cue, the lights change into warmer colors and a slower, sensual trance begins to play. The strippers of the smaller stage from a while ago have already made their exit.
“Stay, Levi. I have a feeling you might want to see her,” Erwin advices. Being a regular customer every once in a while, he knows well what this club is renowned for.
“Her?” Hange muses, tone full of curiosity, voicing out the same question inside Levi’s head.
“You’ll see,” he only says, leaving the redhead on the edge of her seat.
The audience eagerly claps like they’re expecting something, rather, someone, highly anticipated. The commotion is enough to pique Levi’s interest even just for a short while. “No rainmaking until after the performance!” someone announces. You personally do not like having money thrown at you while dancing. You prefer your stage tidy, with no bills scattered around as you perform.
A couple newcomers jeer to the rule, displeased, but are utterly silenced once a woman in her mid twenties enters the big stage wearing nothing but a suede bikini of a beautiful magenta color, with rhinestones as the straps that glisten brightly under the light. Silver glowing killer heels the height of seven inches, you slowly strut your way to the middle, legs stretching in and out almost professionally, if that’s even possible.
Everyone cheers for your entrance and you start to sway your hips tantalizingly, smiling a little to yourself of pure satisfaction. Your body moves in harmony with the music, smooth as silk.
As you move exquisitely according to your own choreography, you feel an unfamiliar piercing gaze, like it’s from someone you have never encountered before, yet already so intrigued by the whole of you. Curious, you run your eyes over the crowd carefully and keenly, all the while maintaining your character. And then, your search stops at a table of five. It’s where the gaze is coming from. Though two men are ogling at you in a lecherous manner, that’s not what you felt the whole time. Your soft eyes dart on the man wearing a plain white dress shirt, the top buttons undone in a seemingly unintentional sexy manner.
A new customer.
The corners of your lips upturns into a seductive smirk as you continue to sway your hips and whip your hair, limbs falling to the right places and never breaking eye contact with the man of jet black hair and menacing eyes of steel grey. His velvet lips are pressed into a thin line along with a fierce, raunchy stare enough to turn your knees to jelly, but you wouldn’t want that. Not now that you’re finally convinced to impress said man.
You’re very well looking like a dangerous lioness in her natural habitat, and Levi’s not entirely sure how he feels about it. The way you bore into his eyes your own with a permanent sultry gaze, rendering him silent and fascinated. He’s never saw someone so wild yet be able to be so subtle about it. Every little move you make is sending the slightest shivers through his spine, and he’s never felt more… prurient.
You lick your teeth deliciously as you lock your eyes on the mysterious man. Dragging and sliding your feet on the floor, you could feel his profound aura eating up the atmosphere, driving you to great enthusiasm. You run your hands down your love handles and spin your head erotically, finally letting go of the staredown contest.
You turn your back at the crowd and raise your hands above your head, dragging your fingertips along your right arm. You then bend down achingly slow to flaunt your juicy bum to the audience. Once you’ve bend over enough, you spread your legs a little, stiffening your knee joints and isolating your hips to shake your ass just right. Your voluptuous movements leave everyone awestruck and amorous. Why it hits harder and differently than the naked stippers, they have not one clue.
You leisurely rise from your bended over form and sexily walk your way to the pole as the lights turn violet. But not without giving out a little striptease by pulling down the left strap of your panties, revealing a tiny portion of the skin of your butt, just enough to make the people cheer for more but not really complying to their demands.
Levi can’t help but feel mesmerized by the way you play your game. How can one move so promiscuously yet angelic at the same time? You walked in like you own the stage and to let them know that you were born for this. You know your moves too well, it’s ravishing. At this point, all he could think about is how much he wants to tear that skimpy lingerie off of you so bad and bend you over the table he’s at. Shit, he curses mentally. Is it your lovely curves? The way you handle yourself in expertise? Is it your vehement eyes? Or maybe your mind shattering movements? Whatever spell you are using, it sure is effective.
You start to execute the next part of your routine, the actual pole dancing. You put your hand just below the other to grip the silver pole and begin to push yourself up to a height, remaining in contact with the metal. As you make your way up, you squeeze your thighs tightly between the metal and once you’re content with your legs’ grip, you let your hands go of the pole, laying your back on thin air.
You close your eyes as you begin to spin, feeling the beat deep to your soul. Then, you sense the rhythm changing and you shift into a new position. You grasp the metal pole with your hands once again, gathering your strength to focus on your very core, and you let your thighs loose from its previous squeeze. You’re now solely relying to your hands as your body levitates ever so elegantly at the top of the pole, spinning in a slow tempo that gradually speeds up depending on the flow of the song.
Levi takes a sip of his liquor, gulping down the strong alcohol, all intentions of leaving long forgotten. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your seductive form even just for a mere minute, and he’s not complaining. He is, indeed, new here, but he can already conclude that you’re the best in your craft among everyone else. His former noisy companions are now just as silent as him, appreciating the art set before their eyes.
Meanwhile, you’re having lewd thoughts about the new customer at the back of your head. You could feel his stare burning and etching into your skin, and you like it. Scratch that— you love it. Just that is enough to turn you on. You’re addicted to the mysterious man’s stare, and you can’t get enough of it. It only inspires you to feel sexier and reflect the wanton emotions to your movements. You wonder how it must feel to have his bare skin pressed on your nudity. How tenderly he would run his fingers through your hair before pulling it roughly as he fucks you hard against the wall while your heels are still on and—
Oh, what fantasy! You bite your lip as you can feel your panties starting to soak. How can a simple stare make you feel this way? He hasn’t even talked to you, and you don’t even know his name. You shake off the thought and continue swinging and twirling, shifting positions after positions to the slow bass of the music. You spin rather endlessly, lifting yourself by the use of your immense core strength and muscles on the lone pole. Not a single movement of yours go unnoticed by the incredibly attentive audience.
The song is nearing its ending, and you spread your legs apart as wide as possible. Then, you drop to the ground, landing in a spectacular split formation, just perfectly timed to sync with the final beat of the tune. Panting a little, you stand up after a few seconds. You really like your act for today. Before making your exit, you look at the ravenhead one last time, winking shortly as a faint invitation before turning your back to everyone.
Of course, this does not escape Levi’s notice, and it really astounds him how headstrong you are. But his astonishment is short-lived as he watches you leave the elevated platform.
“Holy shit, did she just wink at me?” Oluo exclaims, amazed, yet still manages to sound cocky at the same time. “I knew it,” he brags.
“Tch,” Levi only clicks his tongue in annoyance as Hange denies the assuming man’s dreams.
People in total awe comes back to their consciousness and quickly shower thick bills to the stage, even without your presence. Some even demand more, as it’s really what everyone wants. Levi’s friends ask a waiter why your performance was so quick, and he listens intently. Unfortunately, it’s because your schedule for today is deliberately one gig only.
Making your way to the dressing room, you curse at how embarrassingly wet you are already. Fucking impossible! You couldn’t believe it. You hurry to the room before anyone sees and you thank the heavens that no one is inside. The other girls are probably back to work by now.
You remove your heels to prevent soreness and begin searching your spare clothes in your bag. While preoccupied, you feel an immense presence approach you and you immediately reject them before they can even ask something of you. It must be some creep that wants to bang you with god awful vanilla sex and a sorry excuse of a payment. Not that you’ll actually sleep with your customers if they’d offer a big price or some good sex though. Pole dancing is where you set your boundaries, and it’ll always stay that way.
“I don’t really fuck my customers, sir, so if you could just leave me alone, please,” you grumble, trying to sound as polite as you can manage while exhausted and desperate to return home. But the presence doesn’t leave your vicinity, and you just want to get rid of it quick.
“You sure are one to say that,” a stoic voice laced with a hint of sarcasm resonates inside the chambers. Noticing how attractively husky it sounds, you feel the hairs on your neck straighten like crazy. Such a hot voice feels like it can only belong to one person.
You raise your head to confirm your suspicions and look at the reflection in the full sized mirror, and you almost shit yourself inwardly as you see him. His arms are crossed as he leans his broad back against the walls, his intense gaze never leaving your form. You feel like your knees are about to tremble, and there’s no way in hell you’d allow that.
Regaining your composure, you flash a flirtatious smile, letting him know of your intentions but not being so straightforward about it. You walk toward the stranger’s direction and decrease the distance between you and him.
“There’s always an exception to the rule, isn’t there?” you make up a very innocent tone, enough to turn Levi on. There’s really just something about you that easily drives him insane.
Ok how about bodyguard levi x reader. Years of time spent in each other's presence leads to ticc tension amd one day levi snaps... and then smuttttt 😎
I don’t think it’s custom to get worked up by your own fics but I got the chills approximately every two seconds while writing this. Hope you enjoy it!! 💗 I need to lie down.
There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. There was a reason you hired him.
An honorary dinner in the capital of Stohess. For such an event, you spent hours on doing your makeup and deciding what to wear. You settled on a deep red lip with a shimmering gown of the same shade. Of course, you were not the guest of honor, no one should even notice, but Levi would. After all these years of serving as your personal bodyguard, he felt he knew everything about you.
There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. The idea of chaperoning the rich daughter of a bureaucrat disgusted him, but it was a way out of the underground. He almost backed out of the interview, but when he laid eyes on you, he gave his all to land the job.
There was a reason you hired him. The notorious thug of the underground, though short, would scare a dog off a meat truck. His integrity and interest in you from the interview made him all the more attractive of a candidate.
A knock on the door of your hotel room interrupted your dressing. You opened up to see Levi in an all black suit, hair slightly gelled, shades per usual. His tie matched your outfit per your orders. You liked to remind the world that he belonged to you.
“Are you ready, miss?” In all the time he had spent with you, he never failed to address you formally.
“Good evening. I am almost ready, but I can’t quite button it up.” You rapidly spun, revealing your entirely exposed back.
He had done this for you a million times. He pinched just above your lower back and fastened up to your nape. The dress fit you perfectly.
He pushed back his sleeve and glanced at his watch, the watch you had bought him at Christmas for his birthday, “It’s about time. Shall we?”
You playfully whined, “Oh, Levi? Are you saying you don’t want to spend all night in here with me?” You giggled.
It was exactly what he wanted to do, but your swift departure from the room denied him the chance. He would have to use the ten story elevator ride to the main floor to suppress his imagination.
// // //
As you worked your way through the gala’s crowd, you noticed that most everyone was attached to another. The invitation did allow a plus-one, but you had not expected that every single guest would bring one. You wanted to make an appearance, but not like this.
Before entering the main room, you stood on your tiptoes and pulled on Levi’s shoulder to reach his ear. So as not to reveal your plan to everyone, you whispered softly, “you may just have to act as my special someone tonight.”
He held back a deep shiver. Just as he had gotten himself grounded, you were begging him to be your date for the night. He managed to accept your request with a slight nod, so slight that only you could see the motion, before hooking your elbows together. You thought, God, he was smooth. If only you knew the strain he was placing on himself.
The confidence in his stride was captivating. The clean smell of his fabric softener and hair product tickled your nose. Even through the suit jacket sleeve, you could feel the muscles of his forearm. The walk to your seat felt a little too fast. You recognized your nameplate at a circular table for eight. Your table mates were already seated, tasting hors d'oeuvres and chatting with each of their significant others. Despite the shape of the table, everyone seemed keen to keep to their pairs. Good thing. You and Levi were not ones for small talk, especially not with strangers.
Levi pulled your chair out for you out of respect but dually lust. He could not resist an opportunity to watch you bend into a seat, especially in this tight gown. With this view from behind, he was especially thankful for his shades.
Just before you hit the chair, ass completely stuck out, you turned over your shoulder and grinned, “Thank you, darling.”
Behind his lenses, he squinted his eyes. Behind his closed lips, he clenched his teeth. No one had ever used a pet name on him before. Oh, what were you doing to him?
Without a word, he took a seat at your right, to which you promptly placed your hand on his left knee.
You spoke softly, “Hey, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, would you take your sunglasses off?”
“But it would compromise-”
“Guess I’ll have to do it myself.” You pinched the bridge of his nose to remove his glasses and folded a temple into the sweetheart of your dress, forcing his attention to your cleavage. He darted his eyes back up to avert his stare.
The two of you began a polite conversation. Not so polite however was your creeping hand on his thigh. Anytime you asked him a question, you moved an inch up and up causing his dick to do the same. You were toying with him so much and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only were you his boss, but he was helpless in the face of your seduction. The situation in his pants refused another second of inattention. He would have to take care of it. He would not last this whole ceremony with such an erection.
Levi carefully scanned the room. The alcohol had yet to be served. Nobody would be acting out. No one was eyeing you up. There should be no trouble. He determined he could afford to excuse himself for a while.
Against his better judgment, he indulged in your techniques. He gently clinched your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “I will be back shortly, mistress. Would that be alright?”
Without moving your head, you merely gave a side eye and shrugged, “I suppose, if you must.” You reached to your dip and offered his shades.
“I’m certain it’s safe. Don’t worry.” Levi pardoned himself from the table and stood, returning his glasses to his face.
“Oh, Levi?” You reached a hand up and tugged his tie.
His eyes met yours just below his lenses. “Don’t keep me waiting. I might get lonely...” you pouted with puppy eyes and released your grip.
He straightened his tie and hurried off. God damn. In all his years of being your bodyguard, nothing had prepared him for such a challenge. He never could have imagined you would be the one making his job difficult. His dick was so hard, he was struggling to walk properly. He could not get all the way to the hotel room with this in his pants. There was only one option. He shouldered the door open and threw himself into a single-stall bathroom.
// // //
Levi slammed and locked the door behind him. He stood himself against the tile wall. Before he could even undo his belt, his dirty mind defiantly wandered to his go-to memories.
Those times you told him to tie your shoes, he’d kneel on the ground in front of you, inadvertently getting a sneak peek in between your thighs. Sometimes you wore skirts – sometimes with pretty panties, sometimes with no panties.
Those times you pulled him by the collar into fitting rooms, ordering him to help you dress and undress, demanding he check you out and tell you how nice you looked. It happened so many times. He could picture you in any outfit in any lingerie.
Those times you called for him from the bath, requesting he scrub your back and wash your hair. Each curve of your body glistened in the water as you asked him to reach here or there and voiced pleasure for his service.
He had touched himself to these scenes countless times before. Tonight’s roleplay was standing out, though. It was not only that he had to pretend to be your “special someone”, it was everything about the night. The looks you had given him. The dress you were wearing. The screams you would make if he... It was all he could think about.
“Hah…. fuck….” Levi’s back squirmed against the wall. His mouth hung open panting as quietly as he could manage. For Christ’s sake... he hadn’t even reached down there yet, but he was struggling to muffle his noises.
Shaking hands finally whipped out his member. Eyes widened at his own body. No wonder it was difficult to get here. It was the biggest he’d ever been. With the very first stroke, he clutched the metal rail behind him, overwhelmed with sensitivity. As much as it riled him, he needed more. He quickened his pace, squeezing even tighter. His left thumb ran over his leaking slit. His head tilted against the surface behind him. Fingers released the rail and ran through his raven locks. Clenched teeth barred gasps from escaping… for the most part. Some sensations made his jaw drop, releasing shameful moans. At the sound of his own vulnerability, he flushed a deeper shade of red.
You had this clean freak pleasuring himself in a bathroom.
Just that, when his knees grew weak, he had nowhere to support his lower body. He was desperate enough to use the restroom in this way, desperate enough to anchor himself on this metal rail, but not desperate enough to sit down on any of the surfaces in here.
His precum was so much, it was dripping onto his slacks. Immense pleasure and frustration caused a conflicted groan. If not dealt with quickly, the stark contrast of his white on black would be all but noticeable.
All but noticeable to the guests of this black tie affair whose presence just beyond the door could not be ignored. Usually, he could get more privacy than this. Tonight though, only a thin barrier separated him and a ballroom filled with hundreds of people. It was impossible to imagine you screaming his name with an endless drone of chatter in earshot.
Fuck this. It was not that the current setting was too dire, it was that he had finally snapped. He had been settling for these secret and spontaneous jerk off sessions for far too long, years in fact. He could not stand one more. His hard-on ached for you, demanded you. At this length, it would be a waste to spend it on his hand, he would much rather use it to please you too.
Levi clutched the enamel rims of the sink taking a few deep breaths. He washed his hands until they glimmered. He splashed some cold water on his neck. His reflection in the mirror talked him down. Once he composed himself as best he could, he tucked himself up and made a hasty return for your table. He only had to make it a few more minutes. He only had to make it upstairs.
// // //
With a startling grip on your shoulder, Levi made his return known. You jumped in your seat and looked up to him.
Levi cleared his throat. “Excuse me, miss. There’s an urgency upstairs which requires your presence.”
At closer examination, his face was tinged red. You had never seen such a deep shade on him before. It must be something serious. There had never been a problem that required your attention before. You cinched with worry. This relationship facade of the gala had to be put on hold.
His tinted lenses hid dilated pupils. His waistband hid a solid cock. His expression hid the fluster. Having a blank guise was part of his job and he had mastered it at this point.
As the two of you began the trip to your room, he placed a hand on the small of your back and walked like a gentleman. If not so preoccupied, you would have wondered, How legitimate is this urgency?
// // //
Levi reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his copy of your hotel key. He unlocked the door and let you in first, following you closely before shutting the door carefully. He had still not turned on the lights behind you. The light from the moon and city were your only illumination. Your eyes adapted to the darkness.
You frantically searched, “Levi, what exactly requires my attention?”
Levi loosened his tie and sighed, “Me.”
As you began to turn towards him, he grazed his fingertips along the sides of your waist. Now that your neck was twisted slightly, he could snarl right into your ear, “You think I haven’t been noticing your attitude tonight, you little slut?”
“Wha- what did you just call me?” You hushed.
Ignoring you, he continued, “It’s not that I noticed it, I just can’t ignore it!” He exhaled desperately, further losing the ability to control himself.
You reached your fingers back, squeezed his jaw, and tilted your neck. Though you adored this power you had over him, your cheek could not help but twitch upward. Finally, your years of audacious flirtation were breaking your seemingly unbreakable bodyguard. The fruits of your hard work were unraveling in front of you. It was all you had dreamed of. It was all too good to be true.
Time to play with him some more. You scoffed, “You’re so weak.”
He grit his teeth, “Hmm… yeah?”
“Maybe I should have hired someone stronger.”
It was only sexual tension before, but now you were riling up his anger too. The confusing blend of desire and rage for you intensified his erection. He growled, “Sounds like you have someone in mind…”
You rolled your neck, “Someone who can…” You teased with a fabricated high-pitched moan, “fuck me hard.”
“Someone like me?” His fiery intonation rose.
You shrugged your bare shoulders, “I suppose you might do…”
As you trailed the last syllable, Levi ripped open the back of your dress, breaking each button he had done so carefully earlier, and pulled it to your ankles leaving you in only a thong and stockings. In a flash, you were bent over the bed. You winced in whiplash. He placed a palm between your shoulders, keeping you pinned down as he undid his tie and threw off his shades. Your ears picked up a metallic dangling as he reached into his coat. With a flick of his wrist, handcuffs snapped open and clamped your arms together. In a matter of seconds, he had completely subdued you. What a professional.
He leaned over you and leveled his voice, “It’s time I give you a taste of your own medicine, brat.” He scraped his teeth along your ear, “make you finally feel how I feel.”
Before you could understand what he meant, he swiftly oriented you on the bed. Pillows comforted your head as your lower body lay against satin sheets. He grabbed your stockings and yanked them off, promptly using them to knot your legs to the bedposts. Completely constrained by his bondage, you helplessly gazed at the foot of the bed. Your worried look was met with dark eyes and the hint of a smirk underneath his bangs. Levi maintained this sadistic stare as he stripped himself down at a tantalizing pace.
Slowly, he shouldered off his jacket. Slowly, he unfastened his button down. Slowly, he pulled off his tank top. Slowly, he unlooped his belt. Slowly, he took off his pants. All so slowly...
Once down to his black underwear, he teased, “You can look but you can’t touch.” A reminder or a warning? Heat pooled in between your legs. Shit. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?
He placed his strong hands on your soft thighs. Just as you had done to him at dinner, he began creeping up and up. This time, though, he continued past your groin and hooked his thumbs under the hip straps of your thong. He paused and made eye contact with you before tugging up, causing the lace to dip in your folds. Though your face scrunched at the friction, he maintained a flat stare.
“Hngh! Levi?” You gasped.
He answered not with words but by freeing your left strap, using his hand to cup your left breast instead. Despite the strength he displayed when he tied you up, his tongue flicked your nipple so gently.
His right hand resumed up your midsection, digging your panties even further into you. As the string neared its max stretch, he jutted his hand suddenly, causing the thin fabric to riddle your clit. A fiery heat of friction and arousal intensified in your vulva.
With this, his tongue bit down on your nipple briefly, prying your mouth open. His tongue then trailed up your neck and jawline, sucking love marks on the way. His left hand sturdied himself at the side of your head as his right hand played with your tits, drawing more moans from you.
Levi hovered above you, “Oh, you’re so weak…” A taste of your own medicine alright.
“Levi, it’s- “ a hard pinch of your nipple, “ngh… it’s not fair!”
He forced an innocently confused expression across his face, “I think this is pretty fair. You tease me for years. I tease you for one night.”
“No it’s, it’s that…” It was a struggle to form coherent thoughts. “I can make you feel good…” You tried to pitch your case, but the vindictiveness in his eyes denied your offer.
“No no. You deserve this,” he dragged his voice, “you worked so long and so hard for this.” He tilted his head condescendingly as his right hand trailed from your chest to your lower region and ripped your panties off.
As you opened your mouth to negotiate, he silenced you with a mere brush of his lips. In one swift motion, he was between your legs pulling your knees apart.
“All you have to do is let me know when.”
“When what?”
He couldn’t answer, his tongue was already preoccupied with pleasing you.
Humanity’s strongest was between your legs. His arms snaked around your thighs. His nose angled into your curves. His hair tickled your hips. When you thought the sight couldn’t get any better, he lifted his steel eyes to meet yours, relishing in your vulnerability. The image alone was enough to get you off, but you were also in the actual act. One particular toe-curling lick was sending you.
“Oh fuck! Oh, Levi… I- I’m…!”
The moment you arched your back, he abruptly pulled away from you, leaving a string of his saliva between his lips and yours.
You begged breathlessly, “Wha- what are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” A fucking tease.
“P-please…. please let me…!” Touch you. Kiss you. Cum in your mouth.
He refused to indulge you with anything but a smirk. In your haze, you swore you saw a slight chuckle at your pathetic sight. Chest heaving. Hair awry. Nipples perked. His master was finally at his mercy.
Just as the threat of your orgasm vanished, he dove back in, eyes closed, even hungrier than before. His tongue explored places you never knew existed, changing from soft to firm and back again in all the right spots. He began moaning into you, giving new vibrations.
He mimicked your voice, “Tell me how nice I look in this outfit,” a clear callback to your dressing room demands of him. He reverted to his own deep tone, “with your thighs as earmuffs.”
This dirty talk was pushing you over the edge. Having been denied once already, the waves of your orgasm were once again close to crashing. Your mouth gaped in preparation.
He pulled back slightly and mumbled into your pussy, “I can’t hear you…”
“Y- you look… hah- ahh..!” You were so fucking close, you couldn’t fathom the words. You just needed a little more. You just needed him a little more. All tied up, you arched your hips as best you could, trying to get the last bit of sensation you needed.
Instead, he slammed you back down, kneeling up from your aching womanhood, “tsk tsk… impatient little thing.”
He finally took off his own underwear. Despite having been untouched this whole time, his cock was completely sprung and dripping wet with precum. You bit your lip in thirst.
In one fell swoop, he draped your knees over his shoulders and sheathed into you. His length hit your slick walls, immediately emitting a gasp from the both of you.
Merely from entering, his mouth was already forming into an O. Even with the merciless dominance he displayed on you earlier, you couldn’t help but think how cute… As he began pumping into you, he tried to collect himself. He squinted his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to maintain his assertive appearance.
You had thought the view of him eating you out could never be paralleled, but watching his abs flex, pecs heave, face strain as he fucked you was coming close. The symphony of his skin slapping yours, sweet and shameful moans, and exasperated exhales undoubtedly seized the audio aspect.
Having been teased and denied in oral sex, your nerves were sensitive as ever. Third time’s the charm? You writhed against the sheets, panting rapidly. All that denial had been worth it. All the frustration from before had been more than made up for by the heightened pleasure you felt now. You cried and pulsed through the most intense orgasm of your life. Maybe Levi had been doing you a favor.
Watching you ride your orgasm enticed him closer to his own. Any further attempt at orgasm denial was futile. At this point, he was so sensitive, to deny you would be to deny himself. A short while after entering you, he was already nearing his peak. As much as he wanted it to last, he had waited far too long for this moment.
In the build-up, he had scrunched his face and clenched his teeth. Upon climax, his appearance changed completely. He threw his head back. Eyes fluttered shut. Jaw relaxed. Lips parted as saliva and seductive sounds flowed out his mouth. His muscles flexed as he filled you with hot cum. Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this the best view?
He collapsed on top of you. The both of you took a moment to quell your trembling. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of your breathing.
After a few seconds, a few minutes, however long, Levi gazed up at you from your chest. Even in this darkness, you could make out a flush on his face. If not for that, the sweat in his hair and look in his eyes evidenced his vulnerability.
Levi swallowed his pride. “Since I’m your date for tonight,” he paused to catch his breath, “am I allowed to stay in your bed?” Already, he had reverted to his subordinate position, asking for your permission.
“As my date, you’re expected to.” You playfully raised an eyebrow.
Relief softened Levi’s face. He brushed your hair out of the way and caressed your head. He tilted your chin upward, hesitated, then kissed your lips lovingly. The sex was beyond amazing, but this kiss was something different.
Ok how about bodyguard levi x reader. Years of time spent in each other's presence leads to ticc tension amd one day levi snaps... and then smuttttt 😎
I don’t think it’s custom to get worked up by your own fics but I got the chills approximately every two seconds while writing this. Hope you enjoy it!! 💗 I need to lie down.
There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. There was a reason you hired him.
An honorary dinner in the capital of Stohess. For such an event, you spent hours on doing your makeup and deciding what to wear. You settled on a deep red lip with a shimmering gown of the same shade. Of course, you were not the guest of honor, no one should even notice, but Levi would. After all these years of serving as your personal bodyguard, he felt he knew everything about you.
There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. The idea of chaperoning the rich daughter of a bureaucrat disgusted him, but it was a way out of the underground. He almost backed out of the interview, but when he laid eyes on you, he gave his all to land the job.
There was a reason you hired him. The notorious thug of the underground, though short, would scare a dog off a meat truck. His integrity and interest in you from the interview made him all the more attractive of a candidate.
A knock on the door of your hotel room interrupted your dressing. You opened up to see Levi in an all black suit, hair slightly gelled, shades per usual. His tie matched your outfit per your orders. You liked to remind the world that he belonged to you.
“Are you ready, miss?” In all the time he had spent with you, he never failed to address you formally.
“Good evening. I am almost ready, but I can’t quite button it up.” You rapidly spun, revealing your entirely exposed back.
He had done this for you a million times. He pinched just above your lower back and fastened up to your nape. The dress fit you perfectly.
He pushed back his sleeve and glanced at his watch, the watch you had bought him at Christmas for his birthday, “It’s about time. Shall we?”
You playfully whined, “Oh, Levi? Are you saying you don’t want to spend all night in here with me?” You giggled.
It was exactly what he wanted to do, but your swift departure from the room denied him the chance. He would have to use the ten story elevator ride to the main floor to suppress his imagination.
// // //
As you worked your way through the gala’s crowd, you noticed that most everyone was attached to another. The invitation did allow a plus-one, but you had not expected that every single guest would bring one. You wanted to make an appearance, but not like this.
Before entering the main room, you stood on your tiptoes and pulled on Levi’s shoulder to reach his ear. So as not to reveal your plan to everyone, you whispered softly, “you may just have to act as my special someone tonight.”
He held back a deep shiver. Just as he had gotten himself grounded, you were begging him to be your date for the night. He managed to accept your request with a slight nod, so slight that only you could see the motion, before hooking your elbows together. You thought, God, he was smooth. If only you knew the strain he was placing on himself.
The confidence in his stride was captivating. The clean smell of his fabric softener and hair product tickled your nose. Even through the suit jacket sleeve, you could feel the muscles of his forearm. The walk to your seat felt a little too fast. You recognized your nameplate at a circular table for eight. Your table mates were already seated, tasting hors d'oeuvres and chatting with each of their significant others. Despite the shape of the table, everyone seemed keen to keep to their pairs. Good thing. You and Levi were not ones for small talk, especially not with strangers.
Levi pulled your chair out for you out of respect but dually lust. He could not resist an opportunity to watch you bend into a seat, especially in this tight gown. With this view from behind, he was especially thankful for his shades.
Just before you hit the chair, ass completely stuck out, you turned over your shoulder and grinned, “Thank you, darling.”
Behind his lenses, he squinted his eyes. Behind his closed lips, he clenched his teeth. No one had ever used a pet name on him before. Oh, what were you doing to him?
Without a word, he took a seat at your right, to which you promptly placed your hand on his left knee.
You spoke softly, “Hey, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, would you take your sunglasses off?”
“But it would compromise-”
“Guess I’ll have to do it myself.” You pinched the bridge of his nose to remove his glasses and folded a temple into the sweetheart of your dress, forcing his attention to your cleavage. He darted his eyes back up to avert his stare.
The two of you began a polite conversation. Not so polite however was your creeping hand on his thigh. Anytime you asked him a question, you moved an inch up and up causing his dick to do the same. You were toying with him so much and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only were you his boss, but he was helpless in the face of your seduction. The situation in his pants refused another second of inattention. He would have to take care of it. He would not last this whole ceremony with such an erection.
Levi carefully scanned the room. The alcohol had yet to be served. Nobody would be acting out. No one was eyeing you up. There should be no trouble. He determined he could afford to excuse himself for a while.
Against his better judgment, he indulged in your techniques. He gently clinched your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “I will be back shortly, mistress. Would that be alright?”
Without moving your head, you merely gave a side eye and shrugged, “I suppose, if you must.” You reached to your dip and offered his shades.
“I’m certain it’s safe. Don’t worry.” Levi pardoned himself from the table and stood, returning his glasses to his face.
“Oh, Levi?” You reached a hand up and tugged his tie.
His eyes met yours just below his lenses. “Don’t keep me waiting. I might get lonely...” you pouted with puppy eyes and released your grip.
He straightened his tie and hurried off. God damn. In all his years of being your bodyguard, nothing had prepared him for such a challenge. He never could have imagined you would be the one making his job difficult. His dick was so hard, he was struggling to walk properly. He could not get all the way to the hotel room with this in his pants. There was only one option. He shouldered the door open and threw himself into a single-stall bathroom.
// // //
Levi slammed and locked the door behind him. He stood himself against the tile wall. Before he could even undo his belt, his dirty mind defiantly wandered to his go-to memories.
Those times you told him to tie your shoes, he’d kneel on the ground in front of you, inadvertently getting a sneak peek in between your thighs. Sometimes you wore skirts – sometimes with pretty panties, sometimes with no panties.
Those times you pulled him by the collar into fitting rooms, ordering him to help you dress and undress, demanding he check you out and tell you how nice you looked. It happened so many times. He could picture you in any outfit in any lingerie.
Those times you called for him from the bath, requesting he scrub your back and wash your hair. Each curve of your body glistened in the water as you asked him to reach here or there and voiced pleasure for his service.
He had touched himself to these scenes countless times before. Tonight’s roleplay was standing out, though. It was not only that he had to pretend to be your “special someone”, it was everything about the night. The looks you had given him. The dress you were wearing. The screams you would make if he... It was all he could think about.
“Hah…. fuck….” Levi’s back squirmed against the wall. His mouth hung open panting as quietly as he could manage. For Christ’s sake... he hadn’t even reached down there yet, but he was struggling to muffle his noises.
Shaking hands finally whipped out his member. Eyes widened at his own body. No wonder it was difficult to get here. It was the biggest he’d ever been. With the very first stroke, he clutched the metal rail behind him, overwhelmed with sensitivity. As much as it riled him, he needed more. He quickened his pace, squeezing even tighter. His left thumb ran over his leaking slit. His head tilted against the surface behind him. Fingers released the rail and ran through his raven locks. Clenched teeth barred gasps from escaping… for the most part. Some sensations made his jaw drop, releasing shameful moans. At the sound of his own vulnerability, he flushed a deeper shade of red.
You had this clean freak pleasuring himself in a bathroom.
Just that, when his knees grew weak, he had nowhere to support his lower body. He was desperate enough to use the restroom in this way, desperate enough to anchor himself on this metal rail, but not desperate enough to sit down on any of the surfaces in here.
His precum was so much, it was dripping onto his slacks. Immense pleasure and frustration caused a conflicted groan. If not dealt with quickly, the stark contrast of his white on black would be all but noticeable.
All but noticeable to the guests of this black tie affair whose presence just beyond the door could not be ignored. Usually, he could get more privacy than this. Tonight though, only a thin barrier separated him and a ballroom filled with hundreds of people. It was impossible to imagine you screaming his name with an endless drone of chatter in earshot.
Fuck this. It was not that the current setting was too dire, it was that he had finally snapped. He had been settling for these secret and spontaneous jerk off sessions for far too long, years in fact. He could not stand one more. His hard-on ached for you, demanded you. At this length, it would be a waste to spend it on his hand, he would much rather use it to please you too.
Levi clutched the enamel rims of the sink taking a few deep breaths. He washed his hands until they glimmered. He splashed some cold water on his neck. His reflection in the mirror talked him down. Once he composed himself as best he could, he tucked himself up and made a hasty return for your table. He only had to make it a few more minutes. He only had to make it upstairs.
// // //
With a startling grip on your shoulder, Levi made his return known. You jumped in your seat and looked up to him.
Levi cleared his throat. “Excuse me, miss. There’s an urgency upstairs which requires your presence.”
At closer examination, his face was tinged red. You had never seen such a deep shade on him before. It must be something serious. There had never been a problem that required your attention before. You cinched with worry. This relationship facade of the gala had to be put on hold.
His tinted lenses hid dilated pupils. His waistband hid a solid cock. His expression hid the fluster. Having a blank guise was part of his job and he had mastered it at this point.
As the two of you began the trip to your room, he placed a hand on the small of your back and walked like a gentleman. If not so preoccupied, you would have wondered, How legitimate is this urgency?
// // //
Levi reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his copy of your hotel key. He unlocked the door and let you in first, following you closely before shutting the door carefully. He had still not turned on the lights behind you. The light from the moon and city were your only illumination. Your eyes adapted to the darkness.
You frantically searched, “Levi, what exactly requires my attention?”
Levi loosened his tie and sighed, “Me.”
As you began to turn towards him, he grazed his fingertips along the sides of your waist. Now that your neck was twisted slightly, he could snarl right into your ear, “You think I haven’t been noticing your attitude tonight, you little slut?”
“Wha- what did you just call me?” You hushed.
Ignoring you, he continued, “It’s not that I noticed it, I just can’t ignore it!” He exhaled desperately, further losing the ability to control himself.
You reached your fingers back, squeezed his jaw, and tilted your neck. Though you adored this power you had over him, your cheek could not help but twitch upward. Finally, your years of audacious flirtation were breaking your seemingly unbreakable bodyguard. The fruits of your hard work were unraveling in front of you. It was all you had dreamed of. It was all too good to be true.
Time to play with him some more. You scoffed, “You’re so weak.”
He grit his teeth, “Hmm… yeah?”
“Maybe I should have hired someone stronger.”
It was only sexual tension before, but now you were riling up his anger too. The confusing blend of desire and rage for you intensified his erection. He growled, “Sounds like you have someone in mind…”
You rolled your neck, “Someone who can…” You teased with a fabricated high-pitched moan, “fuck me hard.”
“Someone like me?” His fiery intonation rose.
You shrugged your bare shoulders, “I suppose you might do…”
As you trailed the last syllable, Levi ripped open the back of your dress, breaking each button he had done so carefully earlier, and pulled it to your ankles leaving you in only a thong and stockings. In a flash, you were bent over the bed. You winced in whiplash. He placed a palm between your shoulders, keeping you pinned down as he undid his tie and threw off his shades. Your ears picked up a metallic dangling as he reached into his coat. With a flick of his wrist, handcuffs snapped open and clamped your arms together. In a matter of seconds, he had completely subdued you. What a professional.
He leaned over you and leveled his voice, “It’s time I give you a taste of your own medicine, brat.” He scraped his teeth along your ear, “make you finally feel how I feel.”
Before you could understand what he meant, he swiftly oriented you on the bed. Pillows comforted your head as your lower body lay against satin sheets. He grabbed your stockings and yanked them off, promptly using them to knot your legs to the bedposts. Completely constrained by his bondage, you helplessly gazed at the foot of the bed. Your worried look was met with dark eyes and the hint of a smirk underneath his bangs. Levi maintained this sadistic stare as he stripped himself down at a tantalizing pace.
Slowly, he shouldered off his jacket. Slowly, he unfastened his button down. Slowly, he pulled off his tank top. Slowly, he unlooped his belt. Slowly, he took off his pants. All so slowly...
Once down to his black underwear, he teased, “You can look but you can’t touch.” A reminder or a warning? Heat pooled in between your legs. Shit. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?
He placed his strong hands on your soft thighs. Just as you had done to him at dinner, he began creeping up and up. This time, though, he continued past your groin and hooked his thumbs under the hip straps of your thong. He paused and made eye contact with you before tugging up, causing the lace to dip in your folds. Though your face scrunched at the friction, he maintained a flat stare.
“Hngh! Levi?” You gasped.
He answered not with words but by freeing your left strap, using his hand to cup your left breast instead. Despite the strength he displayed when he tied you up, his tongue flicked your nipple so gently.
His right hand resumed up your midsection, digging your panties even further into you. As the string neared its max stretch, he jutted his hand suddenly, causing the thin fabric to riddle your clit. A fiery heat of friction and arousal intensified in your vulva.
With this, his tongue bit down on your nipple briefly, prying your mouth open. His tongue then trailed up your neck and jawline, sucking love marks on the way. His left hand sturdied himself at the side of your head as his right hand played with your tits, drawing more moans from you.
Levi hovered above you, “Oh, you’re so weak…” A taste of your own medicine alright.
“Levi, it’s- “ a hard pinch of your nipple, “ngh… it’s not fair!”
He forced an innocently confused expression across his face, “I think this is pretty fair. You tease me for years. I tease you for one night.”
“No it’s, it’s that…” It was a struggle to form coherent thoughts. “I can make you feel good…” You tried to pitch your case, but the vindictiveness in his eyes denied your offer.
“No no. You deserve this,” he dragged his voice, “you worked so long and so hard for this.” He tilted his head condescendingly as his right hand trailed from your chest to your lower region and ripped your panties off.
As you opened your mouth to negotiate, he silenced you with a mere brush of his lips. In one swift motion, he was between your legs pulling your knees apart.
“All you have to do is let me know when.”
“When what?”
He couldn’t answer, his tongue was already preoccupied with pleasing you.
Humanity’s strongest was between your legs. His arms snaked around your thighs. His nose angled into your curves. His hair tickled your hips. When you thought the sight couldn’t get any better, he lifted his steel eyes to meet yours, relishing in your vulnerability. The image alone was enough to get you off, but you were also in the actual act. One particular toe-curling lick was sending you.
“Oh fuck! Oh, Levi… I- I’m…!”
The moment you arched your back, he abruptly pulled away from you, leaving a string of his saliva between his lips and yours.
You begged breathlessly, “Wha- what are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” A fucking tease.
“P-please…. please let me…!” Touch you. Kiss you. Cum in your mouth.
He refused to indulge you with anything but a smirk. In your haze, you swore you saw a slight chuckle at your pathetic sight. Chest heaving. Hair awry. Nipples perked. His master was finally at his mercy.
Just as the threat of your orgasm vanished, he dove back in, eyes closed, even hungrier than before. His tongue explored places you never knew existed, changing from soft to firm and back again in all the right spots. He began moaning into you, giving new vibrations.
He mimicked your voice, “Tell me how nice I look in this outfit,” a clear callback to your dressing room demands of him. He reverted to his own deep tone, “with your thighs as earmuffs.”
This dirty talk was pushing you over the edge. Having been denied once already, the waves of your orgasm were once again close to crashing. Your mouth gaped in preparation.
He pulled back slightly and mumbled into your pussy, “I can’t hear you…”
“Y- you look… hah- ahh..!” You were so fucking close, you couldn’t fathom the words. You just needed a little more. You just needed him a little more. All tied up, you arched your hips as best you could, trying to get the last bit of sensation you needed.
Instead, he slammed you back down, kneeling up from your aching womanhood, “tsk tsk… impatient little thing.”
He finally took off his own underwear. Despite having been untouched this whole time, his cock was completely sprung and dripping wet with precum. You bit your lip in thirst.
In one fell swoop, he draped your knees over his shoulders and sheathed into you. His length hit your slick walls, immediately emitting a gasp from the both of you.
Merely from entering, his mouth was already forming into an O. Even with the merciless dominance he displayed on you earlier, you couldn’t help but think how cute… As he began pumping into you, he tried to collect himself. He squinted his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to maintain his assertive appearance.
You had thought the view of him eating you out could never be paralleled, but watching his abs flex, pecs heave, face strain as he fucked you was coming close. The symphony of his skin slapping yours, sweet and shameful moans, and exasperated exhales undoubtedly seized the audio aspect.
Having been teased and denied in oral sex, your nerves were sensitive as ever. Third time’s the charm? You writhed against the sheets, panting rapidly. All that denial had been worth it. All the frustration from before had been more than made up for by the heightened pleasure you felt now. You cried and pulsed through the most intense orgasm of your life. Maybe Levi had been doing you a favor.
Watching you ride your orgasm enticed him closer to his own. Any further attempt at orgasm denial was futile. At this point, he was so sensitive, to deny you would be to deny himself. A short while after entering you, he was already nearing his peak. As much as he wanted it to last, he had waited far too long for this moment.
In the build-up, he had scrunched his face and clenched his teeth. Upon climax, his appearance changed completely. He threw his head back. Eyes fluttered shut. Jaw relaxed. Lips parted as saliva and seductive sounds flowed out his mouth. His muscles flexed as he filled you with hot cum. Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this the best view?
He collapsed on top of you. The both of you took a moment to quell your trembling. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of your breathing.
After a few seconds, a few minutes, however long, Levi gazed up at you from your chest. Even in this darkness, you could make out a flush on his face. If not for that, the sweat in his hair and look in his eyes evidenced his vulnerability.
Levi swallowed his pride. “Since I’m your date for tonight,” he paused to catch his breath, “am I allowed to stay in your bed?” Already, he had reverted to his subordinate position, asking for your permission.
“As my date, you’re expected to.” You playfully raised an eyebrow.
Relief softened Levi’s face. He brushed your hair out of the way and caressed your head. He tilted your chin upward, hesitated, then kissed your lips lovingly. The sex was beyond amazing, but this kiss was something different.
If you are still taking requests, could you please please please write a sick!levi x caretaking!reader? He can have a cold and be all sick, sneezy, sniffley... ahhhh that would make my LIFE.
Yes! Still taking requests :) Thanks for sending one in!
Wow wow wow I got really into this idea. I could definitely see myself writing something like this again in the future! Hopefully you enjoy it ♡ ☆
Sick!Levi x Caretaking!Reader (3514 words)
Day 2 of medical training under Section Commander Hange. Yesterday was pretty easy: how to apply tunicates, how to administer CPR, how to change bandages. But today was the real deal: on your own manning the infirmary. Considering the chill of late fall but also the lack of combat and thus lack of injuries, you were particularly grateful for some good timing. It would be a relaxing day compared to the demanding drills you normally faced. In a light mood, you met Hange outside the infirmary to sign in.
“How are ya, (Y/N)? Great to see ya!” Hange flashed a grin.
“Good afternoon, Section Commander! I am excited for today’s training,” you met their enthusiasm.
“Listen, research is calling so I’ll keep it brief! The good news: you’ve only got one patient for your shift! The bad news: he’s a handful!” Hange swung open the door and pushed you inside, giving you no time to read the roster of who exactly this handful was. Hange loudly slammed the door on the way out.
It was about 3:00 in the afternoon, so the sleepy grumble from the corner of the room threw you off. How could anyone be sleeping? The commandants were screaming orders at trainees just outside. Midday sun was glaring through the window. You bit your lip to keep quiet, but he was waking up regardless of your efforts.
“Ugh… what the hell?” Levi brought the inside of his elbow to his eyes, shielding them from the harsh sunlight.
Pretending not to hear him, you held your breath and held still. Maybe he would just go back to sleep?
Levi lifted his arm slightly, revealing his steel squinted eyes, “Hey? Who are you? What are you doing in here?” His voice was weak but terse.
Voice stuck in your throat, you stuttered, “Recruit (Y/N), sir. I- I’m here for part of my medical training.”
Levi sniffed and let out a tired sigh, once again covering his eyes. Only his head peeked from underneath the covers, but you could clearly see a flush. You searched for more clues about his current state. A trash bin at the foot of his bed held only tea bags and tissues, a few of which were scattered about rather than in. A small nightstand had a teacup, a box of tissues, and a few more used ones. Various articles of clothing were spread on the bed and the ground. All signs of a bad cold.
Cautiously, you moved a little closer to your captain, trying to assess the situation. There was no question that he was awake considering the consistent pattern of sniffling and quiet groans. You whispered, “Is there anything I can get you?”
“N- N...” Levi stopped mid-sentence and silently stifled two sneezes into his shoulder, “No, I’b fide. I cad assure you I dod’t need your helb.” With mocking timing, he snatched a tissue from the box, but another did not pop up. After a stuffy nose blow, his glassy eyes looked up to yours, ashamedly and wordlessly pleading for you to fetch the next box.
Holding back a smirk, you nodded, “Right on it, Captain.”
The supply closet of the infirmary was walk-in. It made sense. The Survey Corps had no shortage of injuries and could afford no shortage of supplies. However, you quickly realized the common cold was the least of their concerns. All you could see were bandages, casts, gauze, painkillers, all neatly organized and labeled, but tissues nowhere to be seen. You shut the door behind you and began to dig. The more time it took, the more hasty you became. It had only been a few minutes and Levi was clearly in a bad mood. This was your one job, you wanted to do it right. Strangely enough, as soon as you shut the door to the closet, the louder his symptoms became. He cleared his throat deliberately and sniffled multiple times. The most notable change was his silent sneezes from before were now audible. You could even hear the tickled build-ups.
The more he sneezed, the more frantic you became in your search. You felt an increased urge, not to do well in the training, but to help your patient. You had to find them!
But despite your determination, tissues were nowhere to be found. You suddenly recalled– you always kept a few on you, but just that, a few. Five at most. Not enough to hold him over for the hour probably, definitely not the entire day. Bracing yourself to bear the bad news, you left the closet, knit your hands behind your back, and began towards his bed. As soon as you opened the door, his symptoms quieted again, as if he was trying to contain himself in your presence.
As you neared his bed, you lifted your gaze from the floor to Levi. He had since sat himself up, a pillow sandwiched by his back and the wall. His sheets had slipped down to his hips, revealing his chest and abdomen. Both of which were barely covered by an unbuttoned cotton long sleeve. You realized, this was the shirt he usually wore underneath the tan jacket of the uniform. Come to think of it, the clothes thrown around the room were the rest of his uniform. No pajamas?
“Captain Levi,” you reached into your breast pocket, “I’m sorry but… this is all I could find.” You gestured your small stack to him.
Levi coughed slightly into his sleeve, “This is all we have?” His voice was rugged.
“Actually, it’s all that I have. I believe the infirmary doesn’t carry cold and flu supplies… only injury materials.”
The disappointment and exhaustion on his face made your heart pang.
“Tch… Well, thanks, but I really should be getting back to my room.” Levi began buttoning up his shirt.
That wasn’t in the instructions.
“B-but sir… if you need help, I have to stay here so...” you crossed your legs nervously.
“Like I said, I don’t need your help. Hange insist-” Levi’s nose tickled, but it was quickly stopped by a deep sniffle, “guhh… Hange stuck me in here, claiming it’s for quarantine, but I think they just wanted to see me suffer.”
His trademark glare combined with the pink flush across his face gave you contradicting chills. He did have a point, though. The bright sunlight, the noise from outside, the lack of appropriate medicine, being in the infirmary may have been doing him more harm than good.
“I have tea and-” Another tickle. “nghh... all I need in my room, as well as some curtains. This sun is killing me…” He held his head and knitted his eyebrows together.
During this time, you had still been frozen with crossed legs and folded hands, listening intently while trying to piece together the best plan of action. You had no actual authority in keeping him here and he knew it. He threw off the rest of his blankets, preparing to get up, but also revealing his lower half: a charcoal pair of boxer briefs that contrasted the colors of his white sheets and pale skin. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you clenched your teeth, holding back the shock of seeing your captain so undressed. It had already been strange enough seeing him so weak, but his outfit, or lack thereof, only threw you off more. A half-buttoned shirt, tight dark underwear, the flush on his face, his body sprawled on white bedding… for a brief second, your mind wandered to a different context. Such a dominant man in such a submissive position made you visibly shudder through another round of chills. You bit your lip, and bit back your daydreaming.
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more nerve-wracking, Levi stood up, wobbling slightly. There was an audible wince as he held his head in one hand, the other hand clutching the bedpost for balance. He cursed to himself and took a deep breath.
This whole time, you had been keeping your distance from him, but when you saw him lean forward a little too far, you instinctively took a giant step and sprung your arms out to catch him. He was so fatigued and unbalanced, he could not deny your help even if he wanted to.
“Nghh…. S-sorry, (Y/N).” Even in your arms, he was swaying slightly.
“Hey, it’s okay…I’m here. I’m right here. You’re fine...” In this moment, you were intensely grateful that your earlier training had covered how to hold up a soldier. “How about we set you back on the bed for now?” He nodded against your neck in agreement. You gently sat him back on the bed, legs hanging over the edge. You knelt in front of him.
You had made up your mind. Who cares what the rules say? He had to go where he’d be most comfortable. He had to go to his room. You would plead your case to Hange later.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry to trouble you but I have to get to my room. I can write an audit to excuse you later.” Levi continued rubbing his head.
“No no no! Don’t worry, Levi.” It was subconsciously the first time you called him by his first name, it was met without protest. “I’m here to help. We’re gonna go to your room, okay? We just need to get you dressed first.”
Levi opened his eyes slightly from underneath the shade of his hand, a look of disbelief yet also a tinge of gratitude for your compliance. You maintained sincere eye contact with him as you felt around the floor for his pants. The rest of the uniform could be folded and carried, but he could not walk around the barracks in his underwear. When your hands located his pants, you bunched them up at the ankles and encouraged him to slide his feet in. So focused on caretaking, how much you would miss this view didn’t even cross your mind. You slid the right leg up to his mid-thigh, but as you pulled the leg of the left side up, he waved you off with his hand, eyes fluttering shut as he brought an elbow to his face.
“Hih’tch! Hit’chu!...” Levi tilted his head back, trying to bait the last one out, “hih!...ahh!... hih’kshu!!” The last one made his body shake.
“Bless you.”
“Dakes…” His stuffy mispronunciation of “thanks” was heart wrenching, both cute and pathetic at the same time. After using one of your gifted tissues, Levi grasped the waistband of his pants and pulled them up all the way. It was time to go.
You sat on the bed beside Levi. The sheets were so hot. You looped your right arm around his back and beneath his underarm. On his own, he wrapped his left arm around your neck, understanding the position you were aiming to support him with. He had been on the providing end many times with his years in the Survey Corps, but perhaps this was his first time on the receiving end of this stance. Together, you both rose from the bed. Though he was relying on you heavily, his physical weight was light. It would be no problem walking him to his room. The most notable difficulty was the heat radiating from his body, he felt a million degrees. This close, you could see the glimmer from his cold sweat, no wonder he had stripped himself down so much. You made a mental note to come back for his belongings later, but you couldn’t have predicted how much later that would be.
// // //
Upon meeting the door to his suite, Levi slowly reached into his pocket and fumbled the key into place. Given the state of his cot in the infirmary, you expected his room to be even messier. But when he opened the door, everything looked pristine. Hange must have quarantined him right at the start of his illness. A smart call, but the quarantine had to be relocated. Unlike the infirmary, his windows had shades, shutting out the headache-inducing sun.
Levi cleared his throat, “(Y/N), can we go to my desk? I just want to…” he sniffed, “nghh… sit up for a while.”
His headache in mind, you whispered, “yeah sure.” When he was within arms reach of the desk, he ducked out from your support and used the desk to steady himself, pivoting around the corner to collapse in his chair. He let out an exhausted sigh and held his head in his hands.
With this sight, you finally realized how bizarre all this was. All throughout your orientation, you had only seen Captain Levi in tiptop shape. Always dressed to the nines with his couldn’t-care-less stare. In addition to his stark appearance, there were the countless rumors about his life in the underground, titan kill count, and disciplinary attitude. Your prior impression of him was all but daunting. Yet, here in front of you now, was a sick and fatigued version of the authority you thought you understood.
A feeling of helplessness unknowingly crossed both of your minds. His was of the desire to be self-reliant, to avoid relying on a fresh recruit like you. Yours was of the desire to aid him, but having no clear idea how.
His labored and congested breathing, you couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anything I can get you? Some soup, tea, an icepack...?”
Under his cupped hands, Levi spread his fingers to reveal watery eyes, “...yes.”
You chuckled. Even in his misery, his characteristic humor was unwavering. You poured some water into a tea kettle, some chicken stock into a pot, and began boiling both. Something was boiling within you as well, a feeling you had never felt before, a deep responsibility to take care of the poor thing. Every cough, sniffle, throat clear, sneeze… every sign of weakness only fueled your burning desire to nurse him back to health. The fact that this was part of a mandatory training had vanished from your mind. Sure you were on duty, but even if this was not required, you couldn’t imagine anything else you’d rather be doing.
Throughout the duration of your cooking, his sniffling had gotten louder and more persistent. Something was certainly itching his nose. When the tea whistled and the soup bubbled, you poured them into a cup and bowl respectively then walked carefully towards your patient. They were burning your hands, but you didn’t notice. All of your attention was on his well-being. Without a clank, you set the hot liquids right in front of him. The steam emitting from both was dually clearing his congestion but also irritating his nose. Foremost, he wanted to thank you, but he’d first have to fight off the itch in order to do so.
“H-...Hey.. th… hahh thanks for… ahh!” He brought the back of his hand to his twitching nose, “th- thanks for...” His lips slowly parted. His gaze was wavering.
Your heart felt sorry, but your deepest sense of sadism caused a satisfied smile. “Don’t worry about it.” A double meaning regarding both his thanks and impending sneeze fit.
Levi nodded, either in acknowledgment or in preparation for the inevitable, and finally submit “...kk’shu! Hah’kshh!...nn….’tshu! Nguhh…”
His watery eyes fluttered open, aimlessly feeling around his desk for his box of tissues, another bout already coming on. You rapidly snatched two tissues and brought them to his nose. He wouldn’t make it in time with his blurred vision and slowed movement.
“Th-Than- hit’ch! Hih’tsh!” He sneezed twice more. “Gahh, I’m so gross…. Excuse me.” He blew softly into the tissues you clutched.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You removed your hand from his reddened face. You couldn’t tell if the blush was from his cold or from his embarrassment, maybe both. For such a deep voice, his sneezes were so cute.
Levi sniffed once, his nose finally settled, “I was trying to say thanks.”
“It’s nothing really, I just want you to feel better…” This time, your smile was wholeheartedly genuine.
His usually cold stare was instead warm with gratitude. He gingerly began sipping his soup and tea. Despite their boiling temperatures, he was still shivering. You wandered to his perfectly-made bed and took off the top layer. It smelled nice. A clean freak after all. Eyes closed, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the meal. When you came behind his desk chair and draped the blanket around his shoulders, he twitched in surprise, but the shivering gradually came to a stop. As you blanketed him, you yourself were also blanketed in fulfillment. The annoyed, helpless, lonely Captain Levi from before was now warm, fed, and accompanied. Boasting wasn’t really your thing, but you couldn’t help but feel it was all thanks to your care and actions. Seeing him so adorably bundled, sipping fluids, symptoms improving…. you were internally gawking at the result of your hard work.
After emptying the teacup and bowl, Levi looked up to you through his bangs, “That was the best meal I’ve ever had, (Y/N).”
You giggled, flattered. “Yeah, I’m a real expert at heating up liquids.”
For the first time all day, the first time you’d ever seen in fact, Levi twitched a cheek up into a half-smile. The two of you met pleasant exchanges for a moment, but his face dimmed shortly after.
“I’m sorry about all this.” Levi broke the stare by looking down to his lap.
“Oh, really… it’s nothing!” You held your kind expression.
“You were stuck with me. I’ve been so pathetic, so useless, so -”
“Levi...” you interrupted.
“I ruined your day.” A tinge of angst in his flaking voice.
“It was… uhh.... I was umm…” You awkwardly tried to hide your true feelings, a fear of coming off too strong. But with all the time together and all you had helped him with, why not be honest at this point? You swallowed your pride, “It’s been my pleasure to help.”
“Your pleasure, huh?” Levi unveiled an interested tone along with an equally interested smirk.
“Yep, my pleasure.” You winked for a split-second. It felt right in the moment, maybe you would cringe about it later... but considering his low chuckle, Levi seemed to like it.
“(Y/N)? If I could ask you for one more thing…?”
“Anything.” You truly meant it.
“Would you… uhh… scratch my back?”
Your mouth wavered, trying to come up with words but ending up speechless.
“It’s just… I think I need to go back to sleep, but my insomnia makes it hard. I think it could help?”
“....No, yeah.” You kneaded your hands together, “It’d… be my pleasure.” You bit down on your grin, trying to stay grounded.
Levi rose from his chair, mindlessly unbuttoned his shirt and zipped down his pants. Now down to just his underwear, he folded his clothes neatly on his nightstand. You politely averted your eyes, this wasn’t the time to admire the art. He crawled into bed and under the sheets. His position facing the wall, he turned his neck and pat the side of the bed next to him, encouraging you to hop in too.
With haste, you removed your belts and shoes and joined him, promptly starting to scratch his back, more toned than you could have ever imagined. Before turning back towards the wall, Levi glanced at you thoughtfully.
“With the amount of time you’ve spent with me, the close contact of catching my sneezes, lying with me, scratching my back, and all…”
“Mhm?”
“Who knows? Maybe we’ll have to quarantine you in here too.”
Uhh…. was that an invitation?
He teased further, “Captain’s orders.”
“I would take this over the infirmary I suppose…” You tilted your head playfully.
As you scratched his back, some barely audible moans escaped his lips. His breaths were slowing, growing sleepier and sleepier. It sounded like you were doing a good job…
“(Y/N)?”
“Yes?”
“I owe you one.”
“Please, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing.”
An uncertain amount of time passed. Five minutes? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? You couldn’t tell. You didn’t care. However long it was, he had finally started snoring. You wondered if he always did, or if it was just due to his congestion. Despite his stuffiness, his snoring was light as his shoulders rose and fell. Any time you tried to lift your hand from his back, his breathing became irregular and he squirmed slightly. You recalled his mention of insomnia. If he woke up now, when, if ever, could he go back to sleep? There was no way out for you, not until he woke up naturally at least. You accepted your fate, you were stuck in this bed for as long as he was, not that you minded. You yourself began to feel tired and stared up at his ceiling, thankful for the relaxing shift it indeed turned out to be.
“Captain Levi was a man of small stature, despite this he instilled a reverential awe on his soldiers; however, at the same time he enjoyed their respect and absolute loyalty "
TW: This story will contain strong language, canon-typical violence, implied/mentions of rape, mentions of suicide, abuse, suicide attempts and explicit sexual content. It is manga compliant up until chapter 128, so there will be spoilers!
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23990044/chapters/57707902
Summary: In the heat of a never ending war, Levi finds himself recruiting a compromised spy. But the war outside is nothing compared to their own inner battles, and hand in hand, they find the strength to conquer them one by one. And the world follows.
She mumbled something unintelligible, turning on her other side. Thankfully, her ribs had healed enough to prevent her from wheezing in pain with the movement – the lack of bandages around her face also made sleeping so much more comfortable, when F/N finally ended up succumbing to it. She hated it with every fiber of her being, yet there wasn’t much else for her to do during the past month other than sleep.
“Miss F/N, you have to wake up.”
F/N sighed, opening an eye to look at Falco’s cute little face. He and the other kiddo around, Gabi, had been taking turns bringing her meals and various other things in the past weeks. Apparently, they wanted to be helpful to the older soldiers, since they still had a year left before they could properly enroll in the military. F/N was saddened when they’d revealed this ambition to her, but in a way she could understand – once you’ve been on the frontlines, it was very difficult to sit idly, regardless of your age.
She had to admit, waking up to two adorable kids was much more pleasant than having the doctor come in – she hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but F/N couldn’t quite stomach him. He had a bad habit of making her feel like she was exaggerating the pain she was in, his ‘routine’ examinations involved a suspicious amount of roaming hands and he’d kept her bedridden all this time – she knew from Falco and Gabi that the other three survivors had already been cleared, recovering in their new home, the Marleyan barracks. She had yet to even be allowed to walk, which was already becoming increasingly preposterous – she’d tried it unsupervised at night, and she was just fine. Also, a part of her was intrigued by the prospect of meeting her fellow renegades. In the chaos of the sewers, F/N hadn’t even managed to get a glimpse of their faces, and they hadn’t set foot inside her assigned room, not even after being discharged. She sometimes wondered if they held resentment for her for some reason, but then she remembered that only the higher ranking soldiers had introduced themselves: Hange, Magath and, implicitly, Levi.
F/N had been surprised when Levi finally made the proposition for her to join their forces. She had expected to put the information she possessed to good use, yes, but she was still nothing more than a compromised spy. She was useless in the field, since her identity was known. And yet, Levi had insisted – she didn’t have to be a spy, she could be a soldier.
All of her subsequent doubts had been promptly put down.
Her knowledge of weaponry was limited? She could learn.
Never used mobility gear in her life? There was a first for anything.
Her hand-to-hand combat skills were mediocre? He would teach her himself.
F/N couldn’t figure out why he was so adamant, but she’d agreed. Of course she had. She’d thought there was no purpose left for her, no reason for her to still be alive, nothing of use she could still provide. If even one person thought otherwise, though, then she would try her very best to prove them right.
If only she could get the fuck out of that bed.
“Hey, Falco,” she greeted through a yawn, stretching her nearly atrophied limbs. “How are you today?”
“Good,” he smiled, setting a tray on her nightstand. “It’s my birthday, actually,” he added shyly.
F/N gasped loudly, patting him on the head. She tried not to let her lack of nails bother her too much – it was strange, but not permanent. “Happy birthday! What are you doing here, then? Why aren’t you celebrating?”
“Well, I want to. But I’m waiting for everyone to come back to base. I thought I’d make cake for everybody.”
F/N hummed – indeed, she had received no visits from anyone other than Falco, Gabi and her insufferable doctor during the past couple of days. Not even from Levi, who visited her almost every day. They must have left for an assignment.
“You know how to bake a cake?” she asked with a small smile, gratefully accepting the bowl of soup. Cauliflower soup again, F/N couldn’t help but notice, chuckling quietly to herself. One of these days, she’d have to finally admit to Levi that she hated it with a passion, and her order at the teashop had been predetermined. She was, however, too hungry to be fussy – her appetite had finally returned.
Falco blushed at the question. “Um, I’ve never done it before...”
“Hmm,” F/N pondered for a moment, an idea slowly forming in her head. “Have you asked Gabi for help?”
Bless his little heart. One had to have lived in a cave to fail to notice the sweet, budding romance between those two, for the boy turned crimson at her question.
“S-She’s in town too. U-Um, don’t tell her I know, but I think she’s buying me a present.”
F/N very nearly cooed. These two were a big part of the reason why she managed to pull herself together in the past weeks – after all, who could mope around a couple of sweethearts?
She grinned, her eyes holding a mischievous glimmer. “So, there is no one around here for now?”
“The soldiers assigned for guard duty are here, and Mister Adam, Mister Joey and Miss Anya-“
“Mhmm. Well, in that case, I have a deal for you.”
Falco cocked his head in confusion. “A deal?”
F/N motioned for him to come closer, so she could whisper in his ear. “If you get me out of the infirmary, I’ll help you bake that cake.”
The boy gasped, his eyes turning wide. “But you’re not allowed to-“
“-Get out of bed, I know. But that’s ridiculous at this point. I can move just fine, but no one here wants to believe me,” she explained, employing a strategic little pout. Falco obviously felt for her, but he was still reluctant, she could tell.
“I don’t know… I don’t want to upset Captain Levi… He’s scary.”
F/N raised a brow at that. “Is he now? I think he’s actually quite nice.”
The poor boy was momentarily too stumped to offer a reply to that, so F/N shook her head and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’m a big girl, if anyone gets upset then I will be the one dealing with them, not you. Plus, I can make a mean chocolate cake.”
Falco finally agreed, and she thanked him by excitedly ruffling his hair. For the first time in… longer than she could remember, she actually felt giddy for something.
And, true to her word, F/N easily stood on her own feet and began rummaging around the room to find a decent set of clothing – the short, transparent white robes she was constantly given to wear were another reason she couldn’t stand the doctor’s guts. In fact, Falco turned around so quickly he nearly popped a vein in his neck – he was used to seeing her lying in bed, covered by the sheets. He hadn’t expected… this.
“Could you keep watch outside, please? We don’t want to get caught before the fun even begins,” F/N said tactfully. As expected, the boy barely uttered an affirmative response before practically bolting outside.
She giggled to herself, then exhaled a breath of relief upon opening the small closet next to the window. Thank goodness. F/N quickly grabbed some fresh underwear, black leggings and a light blue, button-up shirt and walked into the attached bathroom. She was incredibly thankful for her little deal with Gabi – after a particularly unpleasant incident with her doctor, F/N had made a secret arrangement with the girl. F/N started bathing by herself, while Gabi claimed she had taken onto those duties for her – the young woman hadn’t divulged the real reason behind it, opting to just tell her that she wanted to at least do something by herself, but it was a welcome change regardless.
After a quick cleanup and a check on her remaining bandages, F/N spared one look in the mirror. She wasn’t a doctor, but this looked like a nice recovery to her. Admittedly, there were still a few injuries that needed further healing and she was still a little bit underweight, but those problems could be solved outside of this hellhole of a room. Maybe it was because her mental state was finally showing improvement, but F/N had had enough at this point.
“All clear?” she asked, poking her head outside the room. It was as if even the air itself was different, fresher.
“Let’s go,” said Falco, taking the lead and quietly, but quickly leading her somewhere. She made a point of remembering the various turns, gazing at the corridors and attached doors with interest. The infirmary seemed to be attached to the barracks, which was a bit strange to her – there were special areas destined for everything in Starke – but somehow, although bare, this place felt much more welcoming.
They ended up in a spacious area, filled with tables and chairs, and F/N realized it must be a sort of common room. Modest, but charming. She instantly loved it.
“The kitchen is here,” Falco said quietly, taking this sneaking-around business very seriously and opening another door. F/N chuckled, but raised her brows in appreciation upon stepping inside. It was quite large, and there were numerous labeled boxes neatly stocked in easily accessible places. All the pots, pans and kitchen utensils had a designated place, and there wasn’t a single dirty spoon in the entire kitchen.
“Wow, it’s so tidy,” she couldn’t help but say in awe. After all, unlike Starke, where they had people specially assigned for cleaning duties, Marley covered that by soldier rotation as far as she knew. They must be a very neat bunch, and in her experience, soldiers were anything but.
Falco turned to her, wearing a very serious expression. “Captain Levi always wants everything to be perfectly clean. It’s how it’s been ever since he moved here.”
“Oh?” F/N tilted her head, admittedly amused by this revelation. She couldn’t help but wonder where that particular quirk of his stemmed from.
“We’re going to have to clean everything before he gets here, and clean it right.”
She couldn’t help but burst into giggles. Why was the poor boy so scared of Levi? Yes, the way he said things could be coarse, but F/N hadn’t once heard a malicious word come out of the man’s mouth since she’d met him.
“Miss F/N! I’m serious!”
“Okay, okay,” she raised her hands defensively, containing her mirth for his sake. “We’ll clean everything, three times. Now let’s see, there’s flour, eggs, cocoa…”
“Wow,” Falco gaped for the umpteenth time, staring at the tall, delicious looking cake. F/N, who was having much more fun than she felt comfortable admitting, had decided to go all out and form cute little patterns in the chocolate buttercream.
“It looks so good!”
The entire place admittedly smelled amazing, and F/N smiled. The scent brought back happy memories, a welcome change from what she’d lived in recent times. She applied the last detail and sent Falco a knowing look. “Do you want to lick the spoon?”
“Can I??”
“Well, I’ll be,” an unfamiliar voice made them both jolt and turn around, only to meet three different pairs of eyes.
“Whoa, that is massive!” a blue eyed, young man whistled, jogging ahead of the other two individuals to get a better look. He was tall, skinny and had a pale complexion, with a tuft of curly brown hair. “This is the surprise you were talking about, Falco?”
“It’s better!” the boy laughed, his eyes closing in bliss as he licked the gooey wooden spoon clean. “Miss F/N, this is delicious!”
Her name seemed to spark recognition in all of them, which led to a rather uncomfortable moment of them staring at her, while she understood who exactly they were.
“It’s good to finally meet you,” F/N eventually said, testing the waters more than anything. “You all seem to have recovered nicely.”
“Wait – you were discharged?” the same young man exclaimed, as if in disbelief. Upon giving him a better look, there were no traces of physical wounds that she could see, and F/N realized he must have been the one who’d been lucky enough not to get whipped before the Starkans fled. “They said your doctor wanted to keep you in bed for another two months.”
F/N simply shrugged. “Well, I disagreed with that.”
“I-I’m Joey,” he extended his hand, as if just remembering that they had yet to properly acquaint themselves, although they knew of each other. “Joey Fawkes.”
She smiled politely, accepting the handshake. The other, older man then approached her and F/N could immediately tell that, whatever was weighing down on his soul, he wasn’t coping well. The frown etched on his features wasn’t one of ill will, she could see that in his expressive brown eyes – he was just incredibly sad.
The man, whom she identified to be Adam, didn’t introduce himself or offer a handshake. Instead, after paying her one look, he reached out and scooped some buttercream off the cake with his finger.
Deep down, that gesture irked F/N, but she didn’t let it show.
“Not too sweet,” he commented with a surprisingly smooth voice. She offered a smile.
“It’s good,” Adam said, after which he walked straight to the gas stove and set a kettle on the flame, probably in order to make coffee or tea.
“Don’t mind him,” Anya whispered in her ear, laying a strong arm on her shoulder and speaking their mother tongue. “He still hasn’t gotten used to being here… and it’s not a happy story.”
F/N hummed in understanding, watching him with a sympathetic look.
“So why the hell haven’t you been discharged yet, sugar? You’re stick thin, but other than that you seem fine,” the woman said louder, in a rough Marleyan, grabbing her by the shoulders and staring at her up and down. Anya seemed to have a long scar through her lips and down her chin, but it had healed quite nicely from the looks of it.
F/N shrugged, not really eager to get into the topic concerning her doctor, especially around Falco.
“Ah, I’m not really sure. I guess doctor Meyer wants to clear me when I’m fully healed.”
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, for Anya’s face instantly darkened – it was quite a scary sight. Next to her, Joey drew in a nervous breath.
“Meyer? Isn’t that the one you socked in the family jewels?” he asked Anya innocently. The brunette harrumphed.
“Stuck up piece of shit who can’t keep his hands to himself? You’ve been assigned to him? And you haven’t kicked him in the dick?”
“Err,” F/N didn’t quite know how to respond, the whole subject making her extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. She was not exactly used to having the liberty to issue complaints regarding other people’s treatment of her body. That seemed to become apparent, for Anya and Joey both regarded her with sudden understanding.
“Look, doll, I know you were in the espionage unit and I know what that means. But that’s over and done with now. Someone acts in a way you don’t like, you should say something. Or sucker punch them,” Anya said, adding the last part as an afterthought, as if she were talking about daisies. “Actually, Joey here trained to be a field medic and he’s pretty damn good. You can take a look at her, yeah?”
“Sure,” he grinned, white teeth showing. “If you’re okay with that, F/N. We should all have each other’s backs, after all.”
“Thanks,” F/N replied, a little bit too quickly. She recognized that they were trying to be helpful, but unfortunately the little pep talk only made her feel like a deer in headlights – it wasn’t a matter she was in any way happy to discuss, and she felt exposed. “I appreciate it, but I’m fine, really. I really should, ah, get started on cleaning this place though, huh Falco? I made a huge mess,” F/N forced herself to laugh, escaping the conversation altogether. Thankfully, Falco pretended to have not heard the exchange and nodded vigorously. He intended to get started on the dishes in the sink, yet F/N playfully pushed him away with her hip.
“Birthday boys don’t have to do cleanup,” she chided. “Also, shouldn’t your friends be back by now?”
“No!” surprisingly, all three of her compatriots yelled vehemently. F/N cocked her head to the side in befuddlement, but caught Adam, who was sipping his black coffee, subtly gesturing towards the door and then making a flashing motion with his hand.
Ahh, okay. She got it.
“How about we all clean together?” Joey proposed excitedly, not giving Falco enough time to properly question the outburst. “We’ll get it done faster and there’s less of a chance Captain Levi will have your heads!”
“What the hell is up with that?” F/N mumbled quietly to herself, but shook her head and joined the enthusiastic agreement. She grabbed a broom and got to work.
They were almost done, when Joey began a series of intense (and quite hilarious) gestures behind Falco’s back. F/N had to cover her smile with her hand.
“Why don’t you all take a break and hang out in the mess hall? I’ll finish in here,” she offered.
“Are you sure, Miss F/N?”
“Yes, yes, go on ahead,” the young woman waved him off, already taking her strategic position behind the cake. It was a good thing she’d had the inspiration to place it on a wheeled cart in the first place – there was no way she could carry something so heavy with her injuries.
“Alright, then,” Falco agreed with a wide smile. “Thank you again, Miss F/N!”
Anya inconspicuously passed her an object as she left, and F/N couldn’t help the happy giggle that escaped her mouth upon hearing the loud cheer that echoed as soon as they made their entrance into the mess hall. Falco was a great kid, he deserved it.
She quickly took the twelve candles out of the bag Anya had dropped into her hand and began placing them neatly on the cake. She lit them all with matchsticks and then, grimacing in pain from the effort, she pushed the cart into the mess hall.
Completely aware that her presence would be met with shock, F/N instantly began singing a birthday song, which they all had no choice but to join. She could still feel that she was being stared at, but this was Falco’s moment – and, anyway, she forgot all about it when she saw him being squished by Gabi in a tight hug. It was too cute.
“Make a wish and blow the candles!”
He did just that, and then he accepted his birthday wishes with a beaming face. “Can we all have cake now, Miss F/N?”
Gabi stared with wide eyes. “It looks so good!”
“You have no idea!”
“The hell are you doing here?” F/N faced the inevitable, turning towards Levi halfway even as she began serving slices. She decided to take her chances and be a bit cheeky, offering him a plate.
“I made birthday cake.”
Predictably, he did not find her dry humor tasteful, but Hange stepped in before the Captain could respond.
“Anya told me you’ve been having the same trouble as her with Dr. Meyer?”
F/N exhaled through her nose. She’d wished to be able to weasel herself out of the situation without having to talk about it, she really had.
“What?”
“It’s nothing serious. I feel fine and I wanted to get out of bed. Obviously that wasn’t such a horrible idea, since I haven’t dropped dead yet.”
Unlike Anya, Hange immediately tuned in to her reluctance to speak of it and F/N was grateful that she dropped it. “I’ll go ahead and make the arrangements for you to be cleared then.”
“Thank you.”
The bespectacled scientist gave her a warm smile and, true to her word, walked out. Levi clicked his tongue.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Oh, hi!” F/N cheerfully greeted Levi’s former squad as they all came over to get their slices. “This is your team, right?” she addressed Levi, purposely ignoring his question. He grumbled something about it not being so officially anymore, obviously annoyed that she’d deflected him.
“How do you know?” Armin asked, raising a brow. “I mean, we weren’t allowed to visit you per doctor’s orders.”
“He talks about you guys a lot,” F/N grinned, eyeing each one of them for a moment. “Let’s see… Armin, Jean, Mikasa and Connie?”
“…Right,” said Connie, on behalf of all of them. “I didn’t know you liked us enough to talk about us, Captain.”
“Piss off, brats.”
F/N tried to contain her laughter when they did exactly as he said, but apparently she failed.
“Something funny?”
“No. It’s just,” she relented, not wanting to get on his nerves for evading two questions in a row. “Everyone seems to be so scared of you.”
“Tch.”
“Poor Falco was manic about cleaning the kitchen.”
Levi deadpanned, walking past her. F/N blinked for a moment, after which she had to hold her aching sides from the force of her laughter, following him back into the kitchen. She couldn’t believe it – he’d actually walked there to check if it was clean?
“At least it’s not despicable,” was the verdict.
She leaned against a sparkling clean counter, mirth dancing in her eyes. “Oh?”
“The wooden spoons are in the wrong place, there are condensation marks on the oven door and you missed a few crumbs on the floor.”
F/N watched as he moved around, fixing the errors he spoke of.
“Hmm. So what would happen if everything weren’t spotlessly clean?”
Levi cocked his head at her, momentarily halting his actions. He didn’t speak right away. “Why wouldn’t it be, if it can be? We’re not pigs, so why live like them.”
“Have you lived like a pig before?” she prodded him further, observing the way he methodically wiped the oven door. It definitely didn’t look like something compulsive since he didn’t seem to think twice about getting dirty when the situation required it - it was probably a control issue.
The Captain sent her a look. “Are you trying to pick my brain again?”
F/N lifted her hands in surrender. She couldn’t help it sometimes – it was her natural charisma, coupled with her compassionate demeanor which made her easy to open up to that had gotten her recruited in the first place, and now that she possessed an entire arsenal of techniques, it was difficult not to employ them without thinking.
“You’re awfully curious about others for someone who barely talks about herself.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to prod.”
“That wasn’t my point,” Levi countered. However, he seemed to decide that pushing her was just as futile as her pushing him, so the Captain changed his approach. “Are you getting along well with the others?”
F/N tilted her head, offering a small shrug. “They’ve been kind to me so far.”
“Tch. I’d be surprised if they weren’t – they wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
F/N gazed at him with a small, genuine smile. From day one, he’d found ways to pepper in comments that would help build her up. So small that you could blink and miss them, and yet meaningful all the same. He didn’t have to, just like he didn’t have to save her from the sewers, and yet he did. Maybe it was hard to see for others, but she hadn’t specialized in reading people for nothing; in his own way, he was one of the kindest people she’d ever met.
“That wasn’t what I meant though,” Levi continued, unaware of the gentle expression in her eyes as she regarded him. “Could you see yourself working with them?”
That took her slightly off-guard. Crossing her arms over her chest, F/N walked over until she was at eye level with him and she lifted both eyebrows inquisitively. “What could you possibly have in mind that includes a special ops soldier, an engineer, a medic and a spy?”
Levi met her stare directly, and F/N instantly realized that there wasn’t a shroud of doubt in his mind regarding his idea. “A squad.”
“You still feel guilty about her, don’t you?” Hange’s quiet voice snapped Levi out of his haze. Uncharacteristically, he’d allowed his mind to wander, and it appeared that his gaze had decided to remain on F/N. She was seated alongside her compatriots, listening to Joey and Anya’s animated talk patiently and occasionally pitching in to say something or to try to include Adam in the conversation.
Levi had allowed Hange to drag him to breakfast that morning, even though it wasn’t his favorite activity after his routinely sleepless nights, and as the scientist placed a number of files on the table, he began to understand why.
He sighed in reply to her question, reading some lines from the files fugitively – he’d already done it a hundred and three times. “I wouldn’t call it guilt.”
“Hmm. Then what is it?”
The Captain clicked his tongue, his features showing his internal struggle to put his thoughts into words. “We’ve dealt with spies before, but she’s different. It’s like she can snap her fingers and get inside my head – she got me thinking about why I’m so adamant about cleaning, for fuck’s sake.”
Hange couldn’t help but chuckle, despite the off-put glare she received for it. “Oh? And why are you so adamant about cleaning?”
“I don’t fucking know. I didn’t let her get that far. Maybe it would have made me turn upside down and start living like a slob instead, how should I know,” he said dryly, a shiver going down his spine even as the words came out of his mouth. He’d never given it a second thought until F/N had implied it may have something to do with his upbringing – now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. A part of him wanted to know, a part of him was terrified of it. It was infuriating.
“Well, for one, the spies we’ve dealt with before were kids who simply infiltrated our ranks. She has a different kind of training. Are you concerned she has ulterior motives?”
“She’s given me no reason to think that.”
“Ah. So that’s what it is then. You’re scared she might, but she’s too good for you to realize it,” Hange deduced. Levi didn’t give her verbal confirmation, but it wasn’t like she needed any. “You’re not used to anyone being able to figure you out – not in such a short amount of time, at least – and you’re also not used to actually being interested in what someone has to say. I’m not saying we won’t continue to monitor all of them carefully, but maybe you should give her a bit more credit?”
Levi took some time to mull over his friend’s words, and ultimately he grunted in reluctant agreement. After all, since it had been decided that all four of the Starkan renegades would come to form a cohesive unit under his command, he would have plenty of time to make sure they were all loyal to their new allegiance. He just couldn’t help but feel a nagging discomfort – unlike the others, who were fairly easy for him to understand, talking with F/N sometimes felt like he was talking to a brick wall. She was cooperative, yet she was probably more adept than even Erwin at weaseling her way out of subjects she didn’t want to discuss. The fact that she could read him so easily while it was so hard for him to understand her also didn’t help.
“Well, since all of them have been discharged now, I think it’s time to get down to business, don’t you?” Hange brought him back to the present again, munching on a slice of buttered toast. Levi hadn’t commented on it, but deep down he found it endearing that Hange had discovered a passionate infatuation with all things dairy since they’d relocated to Marley. After all, animal products had been considered a luxury for the better part of their lives.
“Right,” he agreed. They’d convened that the interrogation process could wait until the newest additions to their forces were at least mostly recovered, their files now containing only the background the four of them had provided during the past month. Levi’s eyes annoyingly rested on F/N’s file first, where it was written that the twenty-four year old had grown up in a very high-profile family of politicians and her recruitment had occurred on the same day that Victor Baal came to power. That had interrupted her superior studies, which revolved around history and politics – fitting, Levi had to admit. The details pertaining to her family and her experience in the Starkan espionage unit were still blank, while the reason for her treason was decidedly obvious.
Next, he glanced at Joey’s file. He was the oldest of five, and at twenty years of age he’d decided to use his natural caregiving skills in order to join the army and get a better salary to support the rest of his orphaned siblings. Five years later, despite a lack of superior medical education, he was deemed proficient enough to be sent on the frontlines – at the same time, however, Baal’s rise to power had prompted him to quickly make arrangements to leave the military. That proved impossible, and all he managed to do was get his family out of the country and into Marley before being caught and facing trial.
In fact, that had been the soldiers’ assignment the previous day – they’d verified the address that Joey had given them, indeed meeting four kids ranging from ten to twenty years of age living in a cramped little space. Reiner had taken it upon himself to find a better living arrangement for them, and although Joey hadn’t been allowed to visit them himself, they were toying with the idea to allow it in the foreseeable future.
Adam seemed to only open up to Hange for some reason, and he hadn’t offered much other than his initial explanation – he didn’t like talking about it, and he hated being so far away from the possibility of finding his daughters even more. He was the one Levi was most concerned about – the Captain knew he would place his own interests over theirs in a heartbeat, and that was something he needed to control carefully.
Lastly, Anya was the most straightforward story. She disagreed with everything regarding Baal’s regime, she had no immediate family to worry about and she had none of Joey’s prudent nature or F/N’s finesse. The forty year old had snapped one day, killing her teammates as well as her squad leader in plain view. Apparently – and she was quite proud of this – eight soldiers had been required to finally detain her. She’d been in the special ops, so Levi was quite glad that at least one of them possessed fighting skills of high caliber.
“Do you want to do it the same way as last time? I talk with the men and leave the ladies to you?”
“No,” Levi replied after giving it some thought. “I think we should all do it, including the brats. They’re suspicious and they’re avoiding them.”
Levi couldn’t blame them – whether from the Paradise or Marleyan side, all younger soldiers were quietly distrustful of the four Starkans. They’d all experienced betrayal, so it was only natural. The only reason they hadn’t spoken of it was their respect for their Captain and Commander, and Magath respectively. Levi knew them well enough, however (his brats, at least), and their compassion always warmed them up. They’d lost so much, but they hadn’t lost that part of themselves yet.
“Alright, then. We’ll start after breakfast.”
Magath opened the door and F/N offered Joey a warm smile as he walked out. The young man was quite obviously worn out from the experience, but his blue eyes stubbornly remained bright. He returned the gesture, patting her on the shoulder as he walked past.
“You’ll feel better at the end,” he tried to encourage her. F/N didn’t quite believe it would be so, but she appreciated his words regardless.
She was the last to walk into the spacious office, and by this time it was already late afternoon. Embarrassingly, her stomach had begun singing with hunger – it was ridiculous, how her appetite had soared in the past days. She hoped her guts wouldn’t holler during the following ordeal, but then again F/N guessed she had bigger things to worry about.
She couldn’t hide or escape anymore – she’d have to talk. And no matter how much time she spent steeling herself outside that door, she knew how badly her vulnerability was going to affect her.
Although she knew better than to think it would be of any help, F/N straightened her shoulders and held her head up high as she took her seat, gazing at the faces surrounding her. They ranged from conflicted to disheartened to downright bored, if the blonde girl sitting cross legged on the windowsill was any indication.
F/N opened her mouth to say something that, for her own sake, would lighten the atmosphere and alleviate those heavy stares, but her stomach beat her to it by releasing the loudest growl she had ever heard coming out of her own damn self. She turned crimson.
Connie was the first to burst into laughter, followed by Jean, Hange, Reiner, and soon enough most inhabitants of the room were at the very least turning away to hide a smile, like Levi was.
“Me too,” said Annie, and even though she was dead serious, her inference only amplified the general hilarity. Connie sent her a sly look.
“What’s that, Annie? You want some pie?”
“Sorry, Annie,” added Reiner, despite the murderously sour expression on her face. “I seem to remember you’ve already eaten all the pie on the continent.”
“…Do we have pie or not?” F/N found it an appropriate time to pitch in, causing them to burst into laughter all over again because she wasn’t even aware of the inside joke.
“Alright, alright,” Magath waved his hands. “We’ll resume this after dinner.”
Walking into the mess hall, F/N was a bit disappointed that her compatriots weren’t there. She could understand they may all need time to themselves right then, but she wasn’t momentarily sure where to take a seat after getting her potato stew and leftover slice of cake from the day before. Her eyes searched for Levi, but found Jean’s waving hand instead.
Accepting the invitation with a small smile, she sat next to him and facing Mikasa. Out of all of them, she was the least talkative, and F/N couldn’t pretend that she didn’t know why. She had yet to reveal it, but she’d been obliged to study information pertaining to all of them.
“Thanks for the cue back there, we were all starving,” was Jean’s opening line, to which F/N released a soft snort.
“I can’t take credit. I’ve been hungry nonstop recently,” she admitted in Eldian, momentarily shocking them. They shared a few glances and visibly, albeit unconsciously relaxed, making F/N smile to herself – people always underestimated the power of language and how speaking one’s mother tongue could make them feel at home.
“I used to know someone like that,” Connie chuckled lightly, though the mirth didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he gazed at the food wistfully. “Potato stew and chocolate cake… Sasha would have loved this.”
Their eyes all drooped with heartache and yet they smiled, as if they didn’t know which emotion was stronger – their grief or their affection for whomever they were remembering. Mikasa hummed, bringing a spoonful of cake to her lips.
“Sasha would have needed to be tied up over this.”
Her comment prompted a series of mild, approbatory chuckles to commence around the table, after which Armin leaned back and sighed.
“It’s so strange, isn’t it? Not long ago, all the people in this hall were on opposite sides of the battlefield, killing each other and those dear to them. Now we’re laughing together and eating the same food. I’m… still not used to it, if I’m honest.”
No one had a reply at the ready for him, so F/N sighed. “I know it probably won’t help, but it’s better food than anything in Starke.”
Her change of subject seemed to be a welcome one, for their eyes rested on her with interest.
“Oh, really? Somehow I expected everything to be better there,” Jean stated, not without bitterness in his tone.
F/N hummed negatively. “No. Not anymore, at least. Food isn’t viewed as something to be enjoyed or something to bond over. You have a strict plan made according to your body and what it is expected to achieve, and if that plan entails eating a piece of beef with porridge, then you’re eating a piece of beef with porridge.”
“Not anymore?” Armin questioned, always perceptive. “You mean since Victor Baal came to power?”
“Right. Things used to be very different, as I’m sure you’ve been told.”
They had been, and still there was curiosity lingering in their eyes. Connie opened his mouth to ask a question, however he was cut short by Levi appearing beside them.
“Come on, brats. We don’t have all day.”
F/N raised a brow at him. “Am I a brat, too?” she asked, just for the sake of it, because she was about to experience an unpleasant range of emotions soon enough and at least right then she still retained her sense of humor.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” was his deadpan, obviously sarcastic answer. She couldn’t help but grin, despite the looks she received for it – his sense of humor was crude, dry, but somehow it got the job done.
That small instance of relief was, however, short lived. Soon enough, she was back in the chair and there was no delaying it anymore.
The first question reached her ears, and she had no choice but to speak.
Would you do a story on hate sex with Levi? Also a bonus with Levi discovering that women don’t have refractory period and would like to test in his s/o how long she can continue orgasming.
Thanks for the ask, I hope you enjoy :)
Word Count: 4,016
CW: Explicit smut, rough sex, corporal military punishment, heavy profanity
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”I can’t believe our luck!”
“Huh?”
You raise your gaze from your bowl of uninviting oatmeal. The dining hall is already buzzing around you as the trainees pour in for their breakfast.
You give Caleb a confused look as he swoops to your table with his food and starts shovelling it down.
“Captain Levi is on his way here, he’s going to be in charge from now on! Humanity’s strongest, training us!”
You look at the boyish excitement on Caleb’s face and hum thoughtfully. You knew Captain Levi was badly wounded in action, but you assumed he was just going to retire, not continue his career as the head instructor.
You’re past the age where you’d feel the same kind of giddy excitement Caleb does, but you’re still a little curious as you skip to the courtyard after lunch, following the eager crowd aching to see the legend himself.
You watch as a carriage pulls to a halt in front of the crowd. Off it steps a short, stern-looking man. His black hair is cropped just over his ears, his Survey Corps uniform is impeccably ironed and you can’t help but notice that his hands are surprisingly well-manicured, with slender, long fingers that look far too delicate to be holding the handle of a blade.
“Attention!” one of the instructors bellows, and you obediently bring your right fist over your heart.
Levi gives the crowd a long look before starting to walk along the rows, now and then pausing to inspect a cadet.
“I’ll be honest with you,” he addresses the crowd with a clear, cold voice. “Most of you will be dead in less than five years. If you don’t like the thought of dying painfully without accomplishing anything of note, then I suggest you pack your bags and go back to your mummy.”
Nothing in his expression changes as he keeps walking. The crowd grows a little unnerved.
“Most of you have never seen a titan. I can tell you, they’re just as big as you’ve heard, they’re just as ruthless as you’ve heard and their bite hurts like a bitch. Most of you don’t have what it takes to survive.”
He stops in front of you. His eyes narrow a little as he meets your steady, brazen gaze.
“And with the Garrison now required to fill in for the severe lack of manpower with the Survey Corps, cowering behind the walls is no longer an option.”
Your eyes harden. He looks at you from head to toe.
“So, if you’re a little runt just here after the free room and board, I’d rethink it.”
His words are directly addressed to you. You cock your head up a little, eyes lighting afire.
He’s not wrong. You’re small and sickly and you exclusively enlisted because you needed the shelter and food. Military or prostitution, those were your realistic choices.
“So, why are you here, runt?” Levi asks. The whole crowd is looking at you with barred breaths. It’s obvious; you’re going to be the one he picks on from now on.
“Because I didn’t fancy the alternatives,” you answer. “Sir,” you add, as unenthusiastically as possible.
“And what were the alternatives, runt? Surely not worse than being titan feed?”
“Do you really need me to say it out loud, sir? You’re a big boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.”
Levi’s eyes flash and the second the words leave your lips, you feel a hard kick in your stomach. You drop to your knees with a grunt.
“This is just my personal opinion, but I think pain is the best way to teach,” he addresses the whole crowd as he places the sole of his boot on the back of your head and shoves your face down into the gravel.
“Yapping little lapdogs like this runt here are best kept in line like this. Don’t give me a reason to do the same to you.”
“Yes, sir!” the crowd salutes.
He pulls his foot back and kicks you onto your back. His eyes are cold as he looks at you.
“Fifty rounds after dinner,” he orders. You prop yourself up on your elbow with a growl. Your eyes pierce into his and you spit out some dirt from your mouth, as close to Levi’s feet as you dare.
You hate power-tripping little lords like him.
“Yes, sir,” you seethe through your teeth and get on your feet. He gives you one last glare and moves on.
“Don’t anger him,” Caleb leans over to mutter to you. “It’s not worth it.”
-
He hates you.
He really, really hates you. Through your years in the streets, you’ve never witnessed anyone have such a burning distaste of you, not even the shopkeepers you routinely snatched food from.
It’s been three weeks since Levi came to the base, and it’s hardly six in the morning as you slave away in the kitchen with a handful of other cadets.
Not preparing breakfast, but cleaning. Levi decided the headquarters are in “unacceptable condition” and ever since then, he’s made the cadets clean daily alongside their rigorous training.
You finish scrubbing a basin and move onto wiping the tables, the rest of the people appointed on cleaning duty working on sweeping the floors.
You hear the door to the dining hall open and close. You keep your eyes trained on the table you’re wiping as Levi walks past you to the kitchen. Hardly a minute goes by.
“Who washed this basin?”
You’re not surprised in the least. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths before slamming the rag on the table and turning to face Levi. He’s already walked up to you.
“You already know it was me, sir, you specifically appointed me to wash that very basin.” Just so he could chew you out for it later.
“It’s still dirty,” he tells you and crosses his arms. His eyes have an ominous sheen to them, and you know he’s about to take out whatever frustrations he has out on you.
“Where, sir?” you ask and cross your arms in response. “Show me, and I’ll redo it.”
Levi narrows his eyes and steps closer. He places the supposedly dirty basin down on the table. You lean back and eye him warily.
“No need to redo it. I doubt you could get it clean anyway. You suck at cleaning just as you suck at using the ODM gear.”
You cock your head up with a stubborn fire to your eyes. You refuse to yield to his unreasonable demands.
“Sir, there’s a saying that I think applies here perfectly,” you hum.
“And what is that saying?” Levi asks with narrowed eyes.
“There are no bad students, just incompetent teachers.”
Levi’s eyes flash and he grabs your hair just to yank your head back. With his other hand, he presses down between your jaws until he manages to force your mouth open.
“Still yapping, I see. The military has no use for your tongue, you know. Maybe I should just cut it off.”
Your pulse thunders in your ears as he plunges his fingers in your mouth, searching your tongue and yanking it out. You glare at him fiercely.
Looking into your hateful eyes, Levi gives you his usual, cold expression. You have no doubt he could cut your tongue off if you pissed him off enough.
Then, for a fleeting moment, you see something else in his eyes. He turns thoughtful and there’s something else, the quietest sheen of vulnerability that you catch just barely before he shoves you back and pulls his hands away.
“Learn your place, runt. You have no talent for this. Go back to where you came from.”
You grit your teeth. This again.
“No.”
Levi clicks his tongue.
“Fifty laps and thirty push-ups after breakfast.”
-
It’s another three months until everything reaches a boiling point. You mess up a turn with the ODM gear, and Levi swoops in to grab you and keep you from painfully crashing into a tree.
As you land together, his arm looped around your waist, you grit your teeth and immediately struggle free.
The rest of the trainees pause and tense, awaiting the usual storm.
“I have told you to confirm the trajectory before shooting the hook,” Levi tells you tensely.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you mutter back. Levi clicks his tongue.
“Cleaning duty tonight. After hours, come to my office.”
At that, you pause and give him a long, wary look. You’ve never been to his office. No one has, as far as you know, and you’re instantly apprehensive.
Is he going to beat you to a pulp?
“Yes, sir,” you say through your teeth, and he moves to continue the training.
As you slip into Levi’s office that night, your heart is heavy and uncertain in your chest. You don’t know what you’re called in for, but it can’t be good.
Levi’s office is dim and tidy, and you see him sitting by the desk, a cup of tea steaming next to his pile of papers. He gives you a sideways glance.
“Close the door.”
You obey and opt to stand completely still, your arms folded behind you.
Levi finishes writing whatever it was he was in the middle of, and he finishes his tea with one, long sip. Then, he turns to you and crosses his legs.
“Your training is not going well,” he starts. His voice is as cold and calm as always, and it pisses you off. Everything about this man irks you.
“Sir, you’re the only instructor who has a problem with my learning pace.”
“I’m the head instructor, my thoughts are the only ones that matter,” Levi informs you. You narrow your eyes and straighten your posture.
“And? What do you want to do about this, sir?”
“Back your bags and leave. I’m done having the whole group getting dragged down by your lack of talent.”
You make no move to obey him.
“You do not have the grounds to fire me, sir.”
“I’m your Captain, I can fire you if I want to. Now get out of my sight.”
“No.”
Levi gets on his feet and crosses over to you. He folds his arms.
“It wasn’t a request. Get out.”
“No. I have no clue why you hate me so much, sir, but I’m not going back to where I came from.”
Levi grits his teeth.
“Trust me, you’ll do way better humouring men for money than you will as a soldier.”
At that, your eyes widen slightly and something snaps. You can take him berating you, but you don’t take kindly to him suggesting you should be a prostitute.
You swing your fist out at him, but he dodges it easily. He jams his elbow into your stomach and then kicks you back. You slam against the door and hiss at the pain.
He’s close. His face presses to inches from yours, and while he’s mostly calm, there’s something new in his eyes. He looks a little riled up.
“You’re thirty years too early if you think you can hit me,” he informs you.
“I will not go back,” you hiss at him. “I don’t care what you think, I know I’m not the worst of the cadets and you have no other reason to fire me than your personal distaste of me.”
“Yeah. I hate the sight of you,” Levi confesses easily. You futilely try to hit him again, but he snatches your wrist and slams it down against the door beside your head. “Mouthy little runts like you piss me off.”
“And I hate power-tripping men like you, thinking you can push me around just because I’m small and poor,” you hiss back at him venomously. “You try living in the Underground your whole life before telling me to go back in that hellhole.”
“The Underground is way better than what’s out there,” Levi snarls, voice infuriatingly condescending. “The fact you think it isn’t just shows how immature you are. Go back and give up on being a soldier.” His hand tightens around your wrist.
“No.”
He growls and leans in. His eyes look murderous in the dim light. His other hand grabs your throat and pushes you back.
“You piss me off. Everything about you pisses me off. Your smug little face and bitchy little mouth.”
“Likewise, sir,” you snarl and reach your free hand to grab his perfect hair and pull it in a futile attempt to get back at him.
He growls. You have just enough time to see his eyes flash ominously, and then, his lips are on yours.
Immediately, you groan and angle your head. You feel the adrenaline, pumping away at your veins. You bite his lower lip and pull it harshly.
“Don’t bite me, you fucking bitch.”
“Fuck you,” you breathe back. He plunges his tongue in your mouth and frees your wrist just to grab your uniform jacket and shove it off your shoulders.
His breathing is erratic as he practically rips your shirt off and grabs you. He moves you to the table and shoves you to sit on it.
His mouth claims yours again, and you allow his tongue in your mouth. Not to be outdone, you push his jacket off and surge your hand under his shirt to rake down his toned back. You feel his impatient hands, grabbing your breasts and then pushing down until he finds the buckle of your belt.
He only bothers to open your pants before pushing his hand in. He pauses for a second when he feels your arousal.
“Aren’t you eager.”
“Fuck you, you’re not one to talk,” you growl at him and kick your boots off just to place your foot over the straining bulge in his pants.
“Shut up. Who gave you a permission to talk to me like that?” Levi grunts and moves his fingers up and down your wet slit with full authority.
“I thought you fired me. I have no reason to call you sir anymore,” you sass him. His fingers circle your clit, earning him a throaty moan. You move your foot over his clothed cock, teasing the tip with your toes as he aggressively rubs you.
“I should fucking kill you,” Levi growls and plunges a couple of fingers into your eager pussy.
“You keep saying that but you don’t have the guts to do it, you fucking coward.”
You can’t help but notice that he gets harder at your words, and he moves in to aggressively kiss you again.
You clench your teeth and throw your head back as he fucks you with his fingers, his thumb demandingly pressing against your clit as he does. You spread your legs as far as you can with the pants now halfway down, your breathing growing heavier each time he rams his fingers inside and curls them up against your walls.
You look at Levi, just to see glaring at you as if blaming you for the fact that he’s so aroused by the noises you’re making that his cock is straining against his pants.
“Come,” he orders.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do you absolute dick- Ah,” you gasp as he adds more pressure on your clit. His hand gets more aggressive as he fingers you, and you can’t resist him forever. A moment later, you cry out, your walls clamp around his digits and you come.
The sight makes Levi release a dangerous grunt and before you have time to fully come down from your high, he’s unceremoniously yanked you back down on your shaky feet, turned you around and bent you over his desk.
He rips your pants down, and you can hear the clinking of his belt as he pulls his pants down just enough to release his dick.
You let out a loud cry as he buries in balls deep, one hand grabbing your hair to shove your head down against the desk, the other demandingly holding onto your hip to pull you in to meet his hard thrust halfway.
“You could at least warn me, asshole,” you hiss and turn your head to glare at him over your shoulder. You see him towering above you, his hips snapping down into you with no mercy.
Levi snorts, grabs your thigh and places your leg on the desk.
“Shut up, runt, you love it. Look at how wet you are when you’re being treated roughly like this.”
Levi collects some of your juices and shows you his glistening fingers. He licks them clean and keeps ramming into you, so hard that the desk nudges forward with each thrust.
You feel his dick push into you with punishing speed and even though you can already tell you’ll bruise, you prop yourself up on your forearms and give him a condescending look over your shoulder.
“That all you got? Is your age getting to you, old man?” you ask. He immediately starts slamming into you with full force. He yanks you back up by your hair and kisses you roughly.
“Shut up, shitty kid,” he hisses. As he rams in, he angles his hips a little, and you feel a jolt of pleasure as the tip of his dick rubs against your walls just right.
A hitched breath escapes you, and it’s not lost on Levi. He kisses you harder and starts systematically slamming into your eager body with the same angle, his hand reaching around you to rub your clit.
The stimulation is almost overbearing, your arms loop around his neck for support. It feels so good you’re going crazy.
“Captain, fuck, yes, harder, harder, HARDER!” you chant as if hypnotized, and before you know it, your pussy contracts and you’re coming like you’ve never come before.
Your arms no longer hold and you slump back down against the desk, your breath stuck in your throat as Levi keeps drilling into you and rubbing your clit, forcing your orgasm to prolong for dozens of seconds. All you can do is whimper and take it.
When he finally lets you stop coming, he has the decency to quit moving for a moment and wait until you’re done thrashing and convulsing.
Then, he places his fingers on your clit again and resumes moving, at the same angle. Your eyes widen.
“You-you're not thinking-”
“Quiet,” comes Levi’s curt order. “That foul mouth of yours is only good for calling for me, anyway. Be grateful I’m putting it to good use.”
He slaps your ass and fucks you roughly against the desk. All you can do is hold on, eyes rolled to the back of your head, profanities slipping from between your lips as he claims you, teeth gritted and eyes just as hard as before.
You soon come a third time, Levi’s cock slapping deep inside your body, and just as before, Levi keeps going, fucking you as you lay exhausted on the desk, eyes glossy and body limp like a ragdoll.
You no longer even have the coherency to give him sass, and when he pulls out and lets you come down, he only gives you a few seconds before turning you over.
He pushes you on your back on the desk. The teacup falls and breaks, but neither of you cares about it. His fingers bury inside you.
“Again,” he orders. Your chest is heaving, your eyes are glossy and when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, fingers thrusting into your wet hole, you start shaking like a leaf.
“I’m not sure I can-” you breathe.
“You can. Or did I overestimate you?” Levi asks with a drawl. You kick him, albeit weakly.
“Fuck you,” you hiss. Your eyes are feisty. “I hope you know this changes nothing. I still hate you.”
Levi snorts and starts fucking you with his fingers in earnest.
“Good. You still piss me off as well, you mouthy runt.”
You glare at each other. You’re sore and sensitive, Levi’s fingers and probing with zero reservations, and it doesn’t take much at all to bring you back to the brink of ecstasy. When Levi notices you’re close, he gets more aggressive, his fingers plunging deeper with unapologetic abandon.
“You… Little… Bastard… Just how many times-”
“Until I’m done having my way with you,” Levi answers simply, and to your absolute horror, his words are all you need to come again. You wail a little, your entire body trembles and you can feel Levi’s calm, infuriatingly arrogant eyes on you as you come on his fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, and your eyes immediately flare up.
“Fuck you,” you spit out, but all Levi does in response is pull his fingers back and bury inside you again.
You mouths come together in a violent, rapacious kiss. You bite his lips and sink your nails into his neck and back without caring about the deep scratch marks you leave in your wake. His hips snap down with punishing force, into your already tender pussy.
“I hate you,” you hiss into the kiss. “Harder.”
“I’m your captain, you don’t tell me what to do,” Levi growls against your lips, but he still obeys, hips slamming down into your heat. You can’t help but notice that he doesn’t as much as break a sweat. During his days in the Survey Corps, his body must’ve gone through much more draining tasks than fucking the brains out of one of his subordinates.
You hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, Levi’s low grunts, the way he holds onto you roughly and kisses you hard enough to bruise.
He can keep it up for a couple more minutes before you feel a shudder go down his spine, he slams in once, as deep as he can go, before haphazardly pulling out and coming all over your stomach.
You both pause for a moment, chests heaving and thoughts clouded by the afterglow of sex.
It’s him who breaks out of it first. He tucks himself back in his pants and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Clean yourself,” he orders, voice calm but a little tense. He did not plan on all this happening.
“Did you have to come all over me?” you grumble as you grab the cloth and start cleaning yourself. You then get off the desk and move to pull your clothes back on. It only now fully dawns on you what happened.
You fucked your Captain. You finish getting clothed, you feel your face burn with awkward embarrassment and when you glance at Levi, he glares at you.
To your relief, the sight of his face still pisses you off just as much as it always did.
“I’m not going to quit the military,” you tell him. He clicks his tongue, frustrated. “And for the record, this is never, never happening again.”
“Glad we agree on that. Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”
You snort dismissively and move for the door.
“You’re on cleaning duty tomorrow morning,” Levi calls just as you’re about to step out. You pause.
“Yes, sir,” you finally breathe icily and leave, slamming the door shut after yourself.
Levi waits until your footsteps are gone. Then, he sits down by his desk with a heavy sigh.
“That fucking runt,” he mutters to himself. He pauses for a while, and in the privacy of his room, he finally dares to speak the truth as he plops his head in his hands with a tired exhale.
“I wonder why she reminds me so much of you,” he mutters into his hands. “Why do I have to see history repeat itself, Isabel?”
The room offers him no answers, and the next morning, when he marches to you with a dish you didn’t wash thoroughly enough, the hatred is back in his eyes.
He eyes you, the feisty little fireball he can never dream to tame, and the painful clench he feels in his chest is forever sealed away from your eyes.
Can I request a headcanon where Levi's baby always cries whenever he leaves because they wonder where he went and Levi and the reader have to find a way to help the child overcome that. Maybe something that reminds the child of him? You can decide the ending of it.
A/N: hnnn im so soft with Levi and his babies...
HC on Levi’s Baby Crying Whenever He Leaves
-the day his baby girl was born Levi swore he’d do whatever it took to protect her. She was so small and precious in his arms that he was almost afraid that he’d hurt her in some way
-little Luna was such an adorable cherub. he spends as much time as he could with her not wanting to miss out as much as possible.
-(y/n) could already tell Luna was going to be Daddy’s girl. the day she was born she saw her little hand wrap around his finger and the most tender expression was on Levi’s face. his eyes were even glassy due to the overwhelming emotions he was feeling that day. Little Luna and Levi shared a special bond
-his heart grew two sizes he never felt such love before. he was given more than enough.
-Luna loves her daddy dearly and hates it whenever he leaves her. at first Levi and (y/n) couldn’t understand why she cried so much until they realized that Levi had to be in the same room as her.
-Luna would even be fussy and whiny whenever he went to the bathroom. it was an endearing quality of hers that she always wanted to be with him that it made his heart melt
-Levi had no problem having her on his lap while he did paperwork. it was nice glancing down and seeing the babe curled up against him
-other times he’ll have a sling around his shoulders and just bring her with him. she never really caused troubles at meetings and he kept himself a safe distance away from the cadets when they trained
-Levi adored spending time with his baby girl. he loves squishing her chubby cheeks and watching her smile and giggle while she plays with her toys. despite being a clean freak he accepts every sloppy kiss Luna gives him all over his face. in return he loves to kiss her face too and blow raspberries on her stomach. times spent with his baby and wife were his favorite.
-Levi hates leaving Luna but it was inevitable. there were places where he couldn’t bring her with him and his cries absolutely breaks his heart
-he’d be walking out the door and he’d be so tempted to just turn around and hold her to calm her down
-one method they tried was getting her to sleep first and then he could leave. but when she wakes up again it was the same problem. Luna doesn't see her Daddy and she starts crying and (y/n) couldn’t soothe her
-Levi feels so guilty when he returns and he sees his wife so stressed out and tired from trying to take care of the crying baby
-they desperately needed to find a solution to this. Luckily for them, Luna gave them their answer
-Levi was organizing his clothes one day. he had them all laid out on the bed and was deciding how to best organize them in his closet. turning around he was face to face with a giggling Luna all wrapped around his green cloak
-for a moment he just admires her. she looks so happy and cute. he reaches for the cloak to take it but Luna lets out a noise of protest and latches on.
-an idea pops inside his head. calling (y/n) over he explains the situation and decides to test out his theory. walking out of his office he didn’t any crying at all. coming back inside Luna was happily enthralled with the green cloak around her. they found their answer
-that was Luna’s green cloak now and he got a new one. there was no hassle leaving since Luna had the green cloak. it basically became her blanket
-it makes him smile when he returns he sees Luna curled up with the cloak wrapped around her. she wears it a lot better than him.
hii, idk if this is okay, but could i request a levi imagine in which y/n is really clumsy, but it happens especially a lot when levi's around cause she's so crushing on him but he's too oblivious to figure he's the reason for it? (like she ccidentally cuts herself cause she's watching him, trips when he's walking by, etc), i hope this makes sense, english isn't my native :3 i love your account btw!!
Heya hun! Your English is absolutely amazing, there’s no need to apologize at all! This is such an adorable request and i’m super excited to write it! Also, tysm for loving my account :3
Clumsy!Y/N with a crush on Levi:
- Y/N was already clumsy, but when Levi was around it was even worse
- Like the time Y/N was sweeping the horse stables and Levi walked past to make sure everything was in good shape
- And as soon as they caught sight of Levi, they fell headfirst into a bale of hay
- There was also the time they were gazing at Levi in the mess hall
- They were so engrossed in looking at him, that they dropped their tea cup...and it shattered
- Their (h/c) hair covered their face as they looked down to frantically grab all the porcelain, and they accidentally cut the palm of their hand
- They were too busy focusing on the pain that they didn’t realize that he had crouched in front of them.
- “Hey (Y/N), you okay?” They heard him asked and their face went bright red
- “Yes sir! I’m fine” (Y/N) would say while their hand is literally pouring blood and they’d sprint away
- Levi would watch the scene, even more confused than normal
- “Hey, shitty glasses. What just happened?”
- Of course everyone but Levi knew about (Y/N)’s crush on him. Literally everyone. Erwin, Moblit, Jean, even Mikasa
- Of course Hanji would just smirk into their cup of tea, confusing Levi even more.
- “Levi, have you seriously not realized how clumsy they are with you around?”
- What Hanji said was true, (Y/N) was especially clumsy around him
- But they were clumsy in general. Levi would always see them falling over while they had buckets of water in their arms from out his office window. Or how they’d always trip up during training.
Could you please make a part 2 of "devotion", on how things changed after the incident, like a closure.
A/N: here's the first part: Devotion
Feelings Returned
Ever since their talk in the infirmary Levi changed. There was a sudden softness in his eyes and touch as he took care of (y/n). No matter how much she protested that he didn’t have to worry for her, Levi shot them all down. He was always by her side, ready to assist her. She still needed time to recover from her injury so he basically moved in the room with her. Ate with her, did his paperwork there, and slept in the chair. (y/N) couldn’t even begin to imagine how uncomfortable it was but once Levi was set on a goal he was impossible to budge.
It was her first time seeing him so delicate and gentle. Levi was always known to be harsh and tough. He was rough around the edges but when he’s with her, it was almost like he was afraid to break her if his grip was too tight when he helped her sit up. It made her heart warm at his gestures. He didn’t have to do all this but he did. It’s been so long since she’s felt something other than pain. Ironic how the man who caused her pain in the first place made her heart warm.She decided to savor their time together because she knew once she was all better they will revert back to when nothing ever happened. He’ll still be the stoic Captain that didn’t feel the same for her and she’ll be a foolish girl that still loves him.
“I think you should take a bath today.” Levi says as he takes the food tray from her.
“A bath? I still really can’t move as much. I don’t know how I’ll be able to bathe myself.” She brings up, wincing as she adjusts herself.
“Then I’ll bathe you.”
“Huh?” She gawks at him, her eyes wide.
“I’ll bathe you.” he repeats.
“N-No it’s okay!” She denies him. “T-That be improper and-”
“(Y/N) if you think I’m going to let you be filthy then you're dead wrong. You’re taking a bath.” His authoritative voice rings loud and clear and she knew she couldn’t persuade him.
“Okay…,” she accepts her defeat.
Levi peels back the sheets and scoops her up in his arms. She lets out a squeak and instinctively wraps her arms around his neck. Her heart starts to pound vigorously inside her chest and she avoids his gaze at all costs. Never in a million years did she think she’ll end up in his arms like this. Her cheeks grew hot and her mind wasn’t thinking straight.
Levi walks to the bathroom and sets her down on the sink. Filling the tub to an acceptable level he reaches for her but she deflects him. “I-I can take my clothes off.” she stutters.
Turning around to give her privacy (Y/n) painstakingly takes off her clothes and settles inside the tub. A sigh leaves her lips as the water washes over her skin. Levi kneels by the tub and grabs the shampoo bottle and squirts a good amount onto his hands. He begins to incorporate the shampoo into her hair with gentle strokes. His hands felt magical in her hair and she leans her head back. Washing her hair thoroughly he runs the bar of soap across her back and lets her do the rest.
After her bath was finished Levi lets her dress herself and then picks her back up again to transport her to the bed. Sitting behind her he uses a smaller towel to dry her hair. (Y/N) toys with her fingers on her lap. She didn’t want this time to ever end.
“Hey Levi?”
“What is it?”
“Thank you for taking care of me.” She looks over her shoulder and gives him a small smile.
He pauses his actions. Levi sets aside the towel and grabs her shoulders to turn her around to face him. (Y/N) gasps when he holds her hand.
“I know I’ve hurt you badly in the past. I also know that your feelings for me haven’t changed.”
Of course he would know. (Y/N) looks away and bites her lip. He was probably going to give her a lecture of how she should move on.
“I don’t understand how you can continue loving me after what I did to you.”
“I can’t explain it either,” she confesses. “I just know that no matter what my feelings won’t change for you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” he says in a hushed voice, his eyes full of guilt. “But if you’ll let me, I want to try a relationship with you.”
(Y/N) wonders if she was hearing right. He wants to be with her? He has to be joking. He was the same man that told her that he didn’t have time for relationships. She wanted so badly to believe it was true, but the other part of her didn’t think it was.
“You’re just pitying me. I don’t want it.” She whispers.
“No (Y/n). I’m not.” He hesitantly raises his hand to cup her cheek. Going against her better judgement she leans into his touch. “I’ve realized during this time with you that I have fallen in love. I know what I said but that was then. I want to be with you. I know if I don’t try it’ll be my biggest regret.”
(Y/N) grows quiet and contemplates his words. All this time she only loved him and he didn’t. But looking into his eyes and seeing his honesty and actual love solidified his words. He was telling the truth. (Y/N) grows emotional, a few tears slipping from her eyes.
“I’m always yours.” Leaning forward she buries her face in his chest. His arms wrap around her body, careful of her injury. She feels warm, so warm in his arms. He loves her, just like she loves him.
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