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Levi x reader
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, Mentions of abuse
WC: 3.1k
𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤
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You.
You were what snagged Levi’s gaze as he scanned around the Tea shop from his spot behind the counter.
Ambling through the narrow aisles, scrutinizing the variety of tea tins, dragging lithe manicured fingers along the edge of the shelves.
You were clad in a white sundress, expression thoughtful.
You’ve been turning over to the backs of each product after reading over the front, slightly pouting when whatever you’re in search for is absent.
What’re you looking for?
Maybe after ringing up this customer, he can be of assistance. Maybe while assisting you and standing close by, he can inhale whatever scent you’ve sprayed on for the day.
But god, do they ever end?
After a herd of them checking out, and Levi ultimately deciding to unplug the Clover register just to evade the customers and have a chance to hear your voice, you saunter to the front empty-handed with a small curve on your lips and bright eyes.
Your approach brought forth a pleasant and enticing fragrance; Flora with hints of grapefruit. No, pomegranate.
“Do you guys have any teas imported from Turkey?” you ask with curiosity and hope surrounding your voice.
Oh. Was that what you were looking for earlier?
“Our inventory hasn’t been fully updated yet, so we’re still waiting on international shipments,” Levi replies with a rasp and richness vibrating within his voice.
The look of disappointment on your face was enough to stomp over his greed and give away the pleasure he looked forward to having when he got home from his shift today.
“One second,” he said, departing from the counter and into the stockroom with determination.
After switching the lights on, Levi walks in and moves the canisters of tea from the front of the shelf, revealing what’s hidden behind them.
He grabs it and looks at it, contemplating if he should follow through with his impulsive decision.
He did save it after the production ceased a few weeks ago, only indulging once in a while to satiate his hunger for quality and rich taste.
With a sigh, he returns to the register with something in hand.
“Here, I was able to save the last tin.”
You look down at what he’s brought and are surprised to find a tin of apricot and orange tea. But it’s not just any fruit tea, it’s from the brand you order from Turkey. The brand that you can’t buy from anymore due to ceased production.
And here this gracefully beautiful and generous employee is offering you the only tin available.
“Oh, if that’s the last one then it’s fine. I can make other teas suffice.” You say with a shake of your head.
“It’s no trouble at all.” Levi counters.
“Are you sure? It’s the last one,” You try to argue, but he’s already bagged the item up and slid it over to you.
“It’s not a big deal.” The slight pang of regret in his chest evaporates as he watches your face light up with excitement and gratitude at having your tea secured.
“How much do I owe you?” You ask trying to stifle a stupid grin threatening to sprawl on your face.
“Call it complimentary.” He simpers, crossing his arms over his chest.
The movement accentuates your gaze on his well-sculpted biceps. With a muscle-tight tee and apron hugging his form, it’s hard to miss the triangular shape of his body. Though at that moment, you also notice he’s not wearing a name tag.
“I didn’t catch your name.” You hinted with narrowed eyes.
“Levi.”
Levi. It’s quite fitting for some reason.
“Levi,” you repeat, “thanks for the tea.” You smile coyly at him, before turning around to leave.
Levi’s too entranced by the way his name rolls off your tongue, and the flex of your hamstrings beneath the skirt of your dress to notice that you’re nearly out the door when he finally recovers from his reverie.
“Hold on,” he calls out, coming around the counter.
You turn your head around and to your surprise, Levi approaches with something in his eyes you can’t quite place.
“Yeah?”
“You didn’t give me your name.”
With a name to go with a face, Levi had something to look forward to during his shifts.
He’d be on the lookout for you now, occupying parts of his little tea shop in whichever dainty sundress you might wear next. You will be his pleasurable factor at work. You, with fluidity and redolence. You, with those cunning eyes and soft seeming lips, never failing to stir up thrill and set warmth in his chest.
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You. You were what Levi’s eyes darted to when he entered your shared bedroom.
You sat back on your heels with an unreadable expression; with parted lips and slightly raised brows, you stare intently at the contents inside a small black box gripped in your hands.
The floor vent is removed and cast off. The box unlidded, displaying Levi’s dirty possessions and secrets that could crush both of your lives.
Startled by the pad of his feet, you tear your eyes from the box to meet his loury gaze.
Dread consumes him; Cold sweat trickles down his back, pumping his adrenaline and multiple scenarios through his head.
Would you try to leave—escape him?
Would you report him to the authorities?
Would he have to silence you?
What if he hurt you in the process?
What if he has to hurt you to protect himself?
You don’t make any move to flee. You only stare at him with puzzled eyes.
Levi looks at the box, then back at you.
He collects himself, though there’s malevolence lingering in his features. Already devising a plan in case you try anything stupid, he calmly approaches, cooing your name.
“Give me the box.”
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You’re too stunned to move.
Why are these in here?
Dumbfounded, you scan the items inside the box clutched in your hands: a smartwatch and a Polaroid picture of you posed provocatively in lace lingerie. The bit of a brass skeleton key juts out, catching your attention.
You carefully pull it out, a leather string secured to it slithering out along the way.
A key pendant.
Inspecting it closely, there’s a tug of familiarity.
It feels like you encountered it a long while ago. You try to recall moments where it was used when it suddenly hits you.
This key wasn’t used.
It was worn.
A memory rushes forth just as fast as it dissipates: brown locks escaped from its bun, sprawled over broad shoulders. Curious green eyes, warm and gentle hands caressing your cheeks. Those same hands tightly gripped your throat, blocking your airways. Grabbed your hair, shoving you against the wall and onto the floor. Those same hands that you once melted against, collided with your face, scattering colors of nebula across the surface-
The soft tread of feet knocks you out of your disturbing reminiscence.
You tear your gaze away from the box to find Levi standing askance in the doorway.
He cautiously approaches you, calling your name.
“Give me the box.”
His eyes tell you to comply. To not pry and avoid the repercussion of sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong.
“What is this?” You can’t help but blurt out.
Levi grabs the box from your hands and lids it, avoiding your gaze.
How the fuck did she find this?!
Forget that- what does he do now?!
Does he have to rid of you-
“Levi,” your call snaps him out of his panic.
You’re still sat in place. No hints of fear. Just confusion.
Setting the box down, he finally meets your gaze and kneels at your level.
Calloused hands cup your face, guaranteeing your attention is nowhere but on Levi.
“I know how it looks, but just listen to me,”
There’s no way to beat around it, he has to tell you. He has to show you, just how much you mean to him, the lengths he’d go-went for you.
“I had to. You were crumbling and I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand watching you wilt. That shit-stain didn’t deserve you. And you didn’t deserve what you endured. I had to make sure you were safe.”
You look over to where the box is on the ground.
The confirmation of your suspicion clouds your mind with many emotions: disbelief, melancholy, and relief.
To know that Levi, the one who tended to your wounded body and soul, fight after fight with Eren.
The one who became your haven when it felt like the world was crashing down on you.
The one who eliminated any source that prevented you from flourishing.
The one who’s responsible for Eren's death.
You knew Eren was troubled, but you also knew he wasn’t someone who would give up so easily. When you were told he overdosed, it was hard to believe; you couldn’t wrap your head around why he would end it all.
But it didn’t matter. Because it meant the end of those draining and abusive days and the start of a better future with Levi.
Levi, who killed Eren. Levi, who took it upon himself to dispose of your cruel ex. Levi, who felt entitled and imposed on your life.
Your thoughts scatter just to repeat themselves.
You barely hear him over your distress until he shakes your head between his hands, calling your name.
His eyes dart between yours, searching for a response. He places his forehead against yours.
“I did this for you,” he pleads, “He hurt you. He didn’t love you. He couldn’t. Not like me. Nobody could love you the way I do, can’t you see?”
You know what it’s like to have someone slowly be taken away from you. You yearned for someone who gives back just as much as you give and nothing less. You could see his true intention. Because nobody carries the burden of murder unless it’s overpowered by a greater force of emotion. After all, it’s true what they say: love is blind.
You move forward and press your lips against Levi’s.
He responds hesitantly, until you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
Your mouths move in earnest; you convey your emotions through the intrusion of tongues and wanders of your hands, desperate to reassure with every touch.
Levi lifts you to your feet by your shoulders, his mouth still devouring yours. He walks you back until your legs hit the bed, and you fall back.
He crawls on top of you, trailing sloppy wet kisses on your jaw and down your neck. His hands scramble to lift your shirt, pulling the cups of your bra down, and closing his lips over your nipple.
You moan in delight; The sweet nibbles followed by the swirl of his tongue are enough to make you dizzy. You lift slightly to get your shirt over your head and toss it on the floor.
His nails lightly drag down your sides as he continues to kiss his way down, littering your skin with goosebumps. He quickly unzips your jeans, peeling them off.
Your panties are splotched, the anticipation of being filled sending bolts of excitement to shoot through you.
“Fuck,” Levi groans, rubbing you through your panties.
You reach a hand to grab his wrist, pressing it harder against yourself to grind on, whining as you do.
Levi lets out a breathy chuckle, “Needy, aren’t you?”
After completely revealing every inch of you to his eyes, Levi grants you the pleasure of his tongue on your throbbing clit. Resolute swirls of his hot muscle on your sensitive bud, lithe and unrelenting fingers driving into you impels the familiar climb towards ecstasy.
It feels as though it’s too much, yet not enough.
Every lick, every suck, every pump of his fingers earns Levi sweet melodies pouring out your mouth.
Edging you closer to your pinnacle, Levi detaches from you just as the ripples of pleasure were about to consume you.
“Levi,” you whine.
Levi sits up to toss his shirt over his head and slide his pants off along with his briefs. Your eyes travel down his toned body to his heavy cock.
There's something dark and ravening in his gaze. Like a predator seconds away from pouncing on its prey, itching to devour it.
Levi mounts you, settling between your thighs. You can feel him throbbing as his cock presses against your entrance.
Your walls swallow him as he glides in, ingressing until he’s filled you.
He savors the feel of your warmth, tugging on him as he slowly pulls out just to slide back in and repeat the process.
Brows furrowed, your impatience verbalizes. “Levi, just fuck m-!”
Your words are cut short as Levi rams in, anchoring himself on your throat as he fucks into you.
It’s all so erotic; the way you stretch around his cock, the way he easily glides in and out, the sound of his balls slapping against your sopping wet cunt.
Oh, how adorable you look right now; the inner corners of your brows risen, jaw slack, allowing sweet whimpers to escape, eyes staunchly locked on Levi.
Inky fringes gracefully fall around his face, he looks so ethereal looming over you, knocking down your sanity with each firm thrust. You yank him down to collide mouths in a sloppy kiss.
Teeth clink against each other. Tongues intertwine. Breaths and sweat mingle.
Sweet strokes on your clit and the continuance of his pace prompt that familiar sensation to build up, setting a fire that runs a shiver all over you.
Levi groans as you tighten around him, bringing him closer to release.
One last flick against your puffy clit unleashes the breath trapped in your lungs, racing out in a throaty moan.
Your mind blanks as you plunge into an abyss, tranced by overwhelming pleasure. It intensifies as Levi fervently thrusts into you, reaching his peak.
You feel the rumble of his voice deep within you as he moans, coating your insides and asserting his claim like every other time.
Levi pulls out and collapses on top of you, settling his face in your neck.
Flora and pomegranate.
He lets your scent fill his nostrils, reeling him into contentment.
You slowly come back down, panting with lidded eyes and a spent Levi on top of you. Bodies adhered with sweat, he plants a kiss on your forehead, nose, then lips before reaching over to his nightstand, frowning when he lifts his phone.
You tilt your head sideways.
“What’s wrong?” You feign concern.
“I haven’t heard back from Erwin in a while. We’re supposed to meet up to discuss new inventory and renovations for the shop.” Levi sighs with frustration.
You could roll your eyes.
“Maybe he’s busy.” You dismissively suggest.
Silver eyes linger on the phone for a few more moments. “Maybe.” He supposes, and sets his phone back down, peeling himself off of you to shower.
When he sees you making no move to get up, he starts pulling you towards him by your ankles, bunching up the comforter underneath you.
“Ah-Levi!” You shriek, flipping over on your stomach to twist out of his grip.
“Shower.” He merely says, before slapping your ass, earning him a bubbly giggle.
“Gimme a few minutes while you start the water,” you muffledly reply, half of your face smushed against the sheets.
“If you don’t show up, I’ll pour buckets of water over you.”
“We’ll finally have a water bed then.” Comes your snarky response.
A “tch” along with the sound of receding footsteps, followed by the shutting of a door is all you hear before scooting off the bed and looking down the hallway before reaching for your discarded jeans.
Digging in the pockets, you fish out a pine green tie. The seams have burst along the ends of it.
Guess it stretched out quite a bit.
You mull over the day you purchased it for Levi.
Before growing tired of suits and ass-kissing for the sake of potential deals, Levi was a white-collar worker. He was promoted to COO, meaning he only had to ‘take shit’ from Erwin, who was CEO of the company they worked at. To celebrate, you bought him a pristine wool tie, the same tie that was discreetly grasped by Erwin’s brawny hands while you walked in on the two having a brief meeting in Levi’s office.
To anyone, it would’ve looked like an innocent adjustment, but you saw how Erwin’s touch lingered a few seconds too long. How his piercing blue gaze dotingly swept over Levi whenever he came into view. How his tone is a little gentler and sweeter when addressing Levi.
It was more than how a bosom colleague should behave.
You took matters into your own hands and did what was necessary. You were certain of it as you felt phlegmatic throughout your execution.
Not a single whit of remorse when you enveloped the tie around that nuisance’s neck.
Not when gleaming blue eyes shifted into a rheumy and aloof state.
Not when the figure in front of you stopped struggling and lay limp on the ground.
You felt triumphant; disposing of an obstacle that held Levi back. After all, Erwin could never deserve him.
He could never brew his tea to perfection. He could never find and graze over the sweet spot on Levi’s head that makes him doze off on your chest. He could never kill for Levi.
Untangling the tie and shoving it into your pocket, you closely inspected Erwin’s neck.
Good. No marks of strangulation.
Without another glance, you left.
“The fuck, did you fall asleep?” Levi’s muffled shout from the bathroom snaps you out of your haze.
“Um-no, I’ll be right there!”
You open your dresser and take out a pair of thick socks. As you unfold it, a pendant falls out. Picking it up, you briefly admire the picture of a fine woman placed inside with long black hair and silver eyes.
Levi gets his looks from her.
Rolling up the tie, you sandwich it and the pendant between the socks and fold it back up.
You stuff it underneath the stash of others, closing the drawer over your sins, and heading to join Levi in the shower.
You know for a fact that the two of you were meant to be together. You both harbor twisted love and devotion. You both went to extreme lengths to protect each other. Nobody could love either of you the way you both do.
This is fate. You two are soulmates, destined for one another. Twin flames, burning with passion and desire.
And if anyone gets too close, they will burn.
