Your memory of Levi was of an arrogant teenager forever flirting with trouble. Every flaw he carried had been sharpened into a weapon for survival in the underground. Night after night he drifted into the bar your father owned, never once touching alcohol, only ordering tea. In a city where no sunlight ever reached and men drowned their misery in liquor, that single habit had always struck you as peculiar. You never found the chance to ask why.
Then, without warning, he was gone. Vanished, along with the two shadows who trailed him everywhereâFarlan and Isabel, if you remembered their names correctly. Years blurred the details.
Time moved on. Your fatherâs business thrived, and eventually he lifted the family into the world above. It took weeks for you to grow accustomed to the sting of morning light on your eyes, but gratitude steadied you.
Another unremarkable day found you behind the bar, polishing glasses under your fatherâs quiet watch. The door slammed open and a cluster of soldiers stormed in, voices rough with laughter and drink orders. Forest-green cloaks draped across their shoulders marked them unmistakably as members of the Survey Corps. Their presence was hardly unusual.
What was unusual was the man at their center.
Dark, raven hair, cut unevenly, fell in soft disarray across a brow framing eyes of razor steel. Those same eyes found yours and held them. A breath snagged in your throat as you took him in. The lean muscles beneath his uniform pulled taut with every casual movement, and the slight tilt of his head carried a familiarity that uncoiled memories you thought long buried.
Your gaze dropped before you could stop it.
The fabric of his uniform stretched over a distinct, unignorable bulge, and heat rushed to your cheeks as the realization sank in.
oh i BET his light rod is bigger than zeusâ I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTEEEE I VOLUNTEERRR
i swear ao3 being down is driving me insane bc i just wanna post a new chapter for my fic but i cant đđđđ so i resorted to writing a levi oneshotâŠ..
obsessive!Captain Levi always keeps an eye on you, under the plausible deniability of looking out for his soldiers.
He notices things- he canât help it, somehow, when it comes to you. He can tell when you didnât sleep well, noting the faint shadows under your eyes and the half-second delay of your response time in training. He silently disapproves when you donât finish your rations, wondering if youâre sick or just distracted. And if youâre distracted- by who? Someone whoâs about to be assigned cleaning duty for the next month, as far away from your post as they can be.
He doesnât mean to, exactly. But he knows for damn sure that none of the snot-nosed recruits around you could ever be worth your time. No. Youâre something special.
So Captain Levi keeps you close. Your form is already near perfect- he just has to adjust your stance personally. And if his hand lingers on your waist, or his fingers tighten around your wrist just for a moment? Itâs nothing. Typical hard-ass Captain, probably brushing dust from your uniform.
Heâs sure that heâs being subtle about it. He never stares long enough for you to catch him in the act, though you always seem to feel those steely eyes appraising you. He never lingers around your barracks, never sits near you in the mess- itâs always someone else who conveniently assigns you to his missions or pairs you up for inspection.
Inspections are some of his favorite moments. His fingers smoothing over your collar, making you tie your hair back- sometimes when he kneels down to examine the harness on your thighs, he over-tightens the straps just to hear your stifled gasp. (Heâll fix them right after, heâs not cruel.)
No, nobody knows of his attentions, of the way youâve infiltrated every corner of his mind, threatening the discipline heâs always lived by. But something tells him it canât go on forever. One day he might just break.
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Levi knows heâs the strongest soldier in the Survey Corps. He can flyer faster, hit harder, and ride further than anyone else.
âAn otherworldly fighting stamina,â Erwin called it.
But when he makes love to you, itâs a different story altogether.
Because you feel so good. Your body is so warm and your pussy is so tight. Each thrust he takes elicits the most wonderful moans from your lips. He wants to close his eyes and get lost in the feeling, but heâd miss the erotic sight of watching you underneath him - blissed out, body covered in marks that he gave you, smiling as you ask for more, moreâŠ
Shit
He wills everything within him to not come yet. Itâs too soon, he wants to keep feeling you like this, to ravage you until youâre breathless, begging for reprieve.
But goddammit, he loves you so much and youâre just so fucking beautifulâŠsoâŠ.soâŠ
âLeviâŠâ
You whimper his name and his hips falter their steady pace.
Not yetâŠnot yetâŠ.
But he canât help it. His climax comes strong and hard before he collapses on top of you.
Sure, the bedroom isnât a battlefield, and his stamina might be lacking now. But Levi isnât a quitter.
And heâll fuck you all night until he gives you everything that you want.
F1!levi who doesnât give a damn about the flashy sponsorship events and post-race parties; he shows up to the bare minimum, says almost nothing, and then disappears. Yet somehow, everyone wants to interview him because his cold attitude makes him more interesting as a racer.
F1!levi who is ridiculously precise about everything. From steering, and braking points, to even how his gloves fit. Heâll throw an entire tantrum (quietly) if his gear isnât exactly the way he wants it.
F1!levi who doesnât smile on the podium, even after winning. But the cameras still zoom in on him because the world canât get enough of the sharp jawline + champagne bottle combo. Ironically, his aloofness makes him stand out even more, with photos of him âlooking bored while winningâ going viral every time.
F1!levi who treats his car like its a princess. He refuses to let anyone touch the steering wheel unless absolutely necessary (like when the team has to do repairs), and after each race heâll walk around the car, eyeing the engineersâ work with suspicion. He also scrubs his car after every time he races in it.
F1!levi who secretly enjoys the adrenaline of overtaking at 300 km/h. he thrives on the adrenaline of racing. The high-speed overtakes, the razor-thin gaps between cars, the force of turning a corner. His heart pounds with excitement in those moments.
F1!levi who savors the moments before stepping out to the roaring crowd. Sitting strapped into his cockpit, visor lowered, engine rumbling faintly beneath him, the world outside goes quiet. Itâs just him, the machine, and the track. And for those brief minutes, he feels untouchable, at peace in a way he never does anywhere else.
F1!levi who swears under his breath in multiple languages when the team radio tells him something obvious like âpush harderâ or âwatch your tires.â Heâll growl, âNo shit. What do you think Iâm doing out here, sightseeing?â The fans love it so much they turn his curses into memes and merch.
F1!levi who is infamous for his post-race reactions when things donât go his way. If a strategy call costs him a podium, heâll rip his helmet off, fling it onto the garage floor, and stalk off without a word. But five minutes later, heâs sitting stiffly in the corner, arms crossed. His glare focused not on what happened, but on how heâll make sure it doesnât happen again next weekend.
janitor!levi x professor!fem!reader
warnings: slow burn, expilct language, academic setting, power dynamics, flirting via insults and eye contact, smut, levi being the inpatient levi he is, some name calling (baby, babygirl)
wc: 6.8k
an: oof this is long. genuinely i have no idea what im doing i just start writing and then i dont stop so it might feel all over the place but DONT WORRY. because this is for all the girlies that love dom!levi.
summary of chapter: Levi being a freak? You didn't know he was capable of that. And then Hange had to go create a whole discord server that half the university joined in less than a minute. You got assigned an intern a few days later, then things a get a bit heated and who even expects Levi to be patient about this? About you?
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He stood in your doorway like a mirageâsilent, solid, all shadows and sharp lines. Cargo pants slung low on his hips, black gloves tugged snug over his hands, and a dark gray t-shirt clinging to his torso in the way fabric only does when it's been worked in. His hair was tied back today, a few damp strands sticking to the side of his face.
And for a moment, you just... stared.
Maybe it was the heat frying your nerves, or maybe it was the way his presence felt like a cold slap to your overheated sensesâbut either way, you couldnât look away.
âFan broken?â he asked flatly, his voice low and rasped with the edge of someone who hadnât talked all day.
You blinked, your hand still hovering near your water bottle like youâd forgotten how to function.
âUhâyeah. Fan. AC too,â you managed, already feeling the fabric of your blouse clinging tighter the longer he stood there. âItâs... sort of like sitting in a greenhouse. But with more body heat and less photosynthesis.â
He stepped into the office without a word, letting the door close behind him with a soft click. You were suddenly very aware of how small your space was. The room felt even more claustrophobic nowâhis presence swallowing the air.
Levi walked past your desk, straight to the corner where the little system that made the fan run sat like a crime scene. You watched as he crouched beside it, back muscles shifting subtly beneath his shirt. His gloves moved with clean, practiced easeâunplugging wires, pressing buttons, flicking switches.
You werenât looking at his hands.
Wellâyou were. But not in the way that made sense.
And then he said, still facing away, âYou gonna stand there and sweat or sit?â
Your brows lifted.
â...You talk to all the faculty like that?â
He glanced back at you, the faintest arch of an eyebrow giving away that bone-dry humor he kept buried beneath all that grump.
âOnly the ones who put âsend iceâ on a work order.â
You tried to bite down a smile, walking slowly toward your desk, heels clicking softly against the tile. You sat back in your chair, letting the leather stick to your thighs as sweat continued to bead along the line of your collarbone.
âI wasnât exaggerating, by the way,â you muttered, fanning yourself weakly with a stack of papers. âItâs actually disgusting in here.â
âYeah,â he said, pushing a loose wire into place. âYou're sweating through your shirt.â
Your body stilled. Head tilted.
âExcuse me?â
âI mean itâs hot,â he added quickly, tone neutral. But he still didnât look at you. And his earsâjust the tipsâwere a little red.
You leaned forward, resting your elbow on the desk. âDidn't realize how long you were looking at me.â
âIâm wasn't,â he said shortly, standing on a stool to check the ceiling vent. âJust not blind.â
Your heart kicked up.
You leaned back slowly, crossing your legs with deliberate slowness. âSo... you were looking.â
That made him pause.
Just for a second.
Then he turned, got off the stool, and walked back toward the fan. âDo you want this fixed or not?â
You smiled, letting your gaze drag lazily across his form. âIâm just trying to keep the conversation going while you crawl around on your knees in front of me.â
His head lifted sharply.
And this timeâhe looked at you.
Fully. Directly.
Eyes raking over you like he was finally letting himself. Like he wasnât just tolerating your presence, but taking you inâhow your shirt clung to your chest, the sweat glinting along your neck, your crossed legs shifting ever so slightly under the desk.
He didnât say anything.
But the air felt electric.
âSomething wrong?â you asked softly, voice just above a whisper.
âYeah,â he muttered, dark eyes unreadable. âI forgot how fucking loud professors can be.â
That made you laughâsoft, low, and dripping with something just shy of flirtation. You didnât break eye contact.
âLoud, huh?â
âYeah.â
Silence stretched between you.
You could feel it nowâthe shift. The change in atmosphere. It wasnât just hot because the AC was broken. It was hot because he was standing in your space, breathing your air, looking at you like you were a problem he didnât want to solve.
âGuess we all make noise in different ways.â
He said nothing.
Just stared.
Until the fan suddenly sputtered back to life behind him with a soft whirrrr.
You both blinked.
Levi rolled his eyes, muttering, âFigures.â
Thenâwithout warning. he turned, gathering his stuff and brushing past your desk to your door.
You followed his motion with your eyes, head tilting again. âNo âyouâre welcomeâ?â
He paused in the doorway.
âNot my job to be polite.â
You smirked. âWhat is your job, then?â
He looked over his shoulderâeyes sharp, mouth set in a tight line.
âTo clean up other peopleâs messes.â
And then he was gone.
Door swinging shut behind him.
Leaving you alone in a room that was finally cool⊠but somehow, you were still burning.
---
3 days later.
Late afternoon. The halls were quiet, most of the students long gone, with only the occasional sound of footsteps echoing off stone and tile. Your lecture had run long again, something about cellular respiration turning into a spontaneous tangent on trauma responses and human biology. It didnât matterâyou were too deep in your own rhythm to stop. But by the time you finally dismissed the few stragglers, your office had turned into a storm of clutter. A toppled stack of lab models. Papers everywhere. A broken glass frame youâd been meaning to replace since Monday.
You sighed, squatting down to gather the mess.
And thenâyou heard the cart wheels.
That low, rolling sound that had started to feel... familiar. Predictable, almost. You didnât even have to look to know it was him.
Levi.
You glanced up as he passed, mop slung over one shoulder, clipboard tucked under his arm. He paused by your door, eyes narrowing faintly at the scene inside.
âDidnât take you for the messy type,â he said, voice deadpan but not unkind.
You huffed a laugh. âIâm not. My students are. You ever seen what twenty teenagers can do to a stack of flashcards?â
He didnât reply. Just stepped inside, calm as ever, and crouched down beside the broken frame like he did this for a living. (He did.) Gloved hands reached out, collected shards of glass with movements that were methodical, precise. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Veins shifting beneath his forearms. Wrist flexing with every pick and motion.
You watched, unable not to.
The air between you felt heavier with every second.
And youâstupid, impulsive, maybe heat-drunk off how absurdly composed he lookedâlet the words slip out before you could stop them.
âYouâve got really nice hands.â
He froze.
Just for a second.
Fingers stilling over the last jagged shard of glass.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes dragging toward you like they didnât want to. You couldnât read his expression, not fully. Something sharp edged into his silenceâsomething unreadable and still and aware.
You cleared your throat. Tried to play it off with a careless tilt of your head.
âI meanâsteady. Not what I expected from someone who works with bleach and mop buckets.â
You saw his mouth twitch.
âYou look at everyoneâs hands that close?â
Your breath caught.
You swallowed. âOnly when theyâre in my office. On their knees. Touching my stuff.â
His jaw shifted. A flicker of somethingâheat? irritation?âpassed across his face. His eyes dropped back down to the glass, and he set the final piece aside with more force than necessary. Then he stood slowly.
But when he spoke, his voice had dropped an octave.
âYou really shouldnât say things like that.â
Your heart thudded. âWhy?â
He looked at you now. Really looked. Not just passing glancesâthis was a look. The kind that stripped things bare. The kind that knew.
âBecause Iâm not good at pretending I didnât hear them.â
The words lingered.
You sat there, still crouched, your breath stalled in your throat, the heat in your body shifting from surface-level irritation to something deeper. Needier.
You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.
He broke the moment first. Bent down, picked up the small trash bag heâd brought in, and turned toward the door.
Before he left, he paused. Didnât look at you this timeâjust stood with his back to you, hand resting on the doorknob.
His arm flexed as he gripped the doorknob a bit tighter.
âTheyâre not the only steady thing about me, you know.â
The door clicked shut behind him.
And youâ
You sat there in silence, absolutely ruined.
---
The University of Paradis cafeteria was less of a dining hall and more of a chaotic ecosystem.
Today, you were sandwiched between Erwin and Hange, picking at a croissant and sipping watered-down iced coffee while trying not to melt. The AC in the cafeteria was working fine, but after your week from hellâand that one specific janitor still taking up way too much real estate in your brainâyouâd been in a semi-permanent state of distraction.
Across from you sat Miche, unreadable as always, and next to him, Petra was talking softly with Nanaba about the logistics of next weekâs campus conference.
It was almost peaceful.
Until a group of students two tables away decided they had no concept of volume control.
ââŠIâm telling you, she smiled at him. Like actually smiled. The janitor, dude.â
You blinked. Head tilting slightly.
Hange perked up immediately.
Another voice chimed inâsomeone you recognized as Connie.
âNah nah nahâitâs more than that. Sasha said she saw them alone. In her office. Door was closed.â
âShut up,â Armin whispered, clearly trying to do damage control. âYou guys are way too loudââ
Jeanâs voice cut through. âI mean, look at the guy. Heâs always around. Like⊠suspiciously around. The mop cartâs never that far from her classroom.â
âMaybe he likes biology,â Eren offered.
âOr maybe he likes Professor [Last Name] in those pencil skirts,â Sasha laughed.
You froze.
Beside you, Erwin set down his fork with a slow blink.
Hangeâs head snapped toward you like a dog that just spotted a squirrel.
Miche didnât even look up. Just calmly stirred his soup.
You cleared your throat. âTheyâre just kids.â
âKids with working eyes, apparently,â Hange said brightly, leaning across the table toward you. âYou know, I did wonder why Levi suddenly started fixing things so promptly when your nameâs on the work order.â
You blinked. âMy fan broke.â
Erwin smiled faintly. âDid it also break your common sense?â
Petra gasped softly into her palm.
Nanaba sipped her tea like this was the best lunch sheâd had all month.
You huffed, leaning back in your chair. âOkay, first of all, there is nothingââ
âDoor was closed,â Hange sang, wiggling their brows. âC-L-O-S-E-D. Oh my god, do you think heâs a wall-pusher?â
You choked on your coffee.
Miche finally lifted his head just enough to murmur, âHe does have strong hands.â
âMiche!â you hissed.
Erwin rested his chin on his fist, smirking. âI do find it fascinating. We always thought youâd end up with someone from your department. You knowâsomeone who publishes in Nature.â
âLeviâs definitely not submitting to Nature,â Hange muttered. âBut he is a natural.â
You were one bad joke away from setting fire to the cafeteria.
âCan we not talk about my imaginary sex life at work?â
âImaginary?â Hange whispered like they were taking notes. âSo it hasnât happened yet. Interesting. But you want it to.â
âCan I eat my croissant in peace?â
âNo,â Erwin and Hange said in unison.
Just then, as if summoned by sheer bad karma, Levi appeared.
He entered from the side hallway, pushing his cart toward the industrial trash bins, clearly unaware he had just walked into a war zone. His sleeves were rolled up. Gloves tucked into his belt. That usual scowl etched into his face like it belonged there.
Your stomach did something very stupid.
He didnât look at your table. Not once. But you could tellâhe knew you were there.
Hange whispered under their breath, âLook at him. Youâre telling me that man hasnât bent you over your lab table yet?â
You kicked them under the table so hard Erwinâs coffee sloshed.
Levi dumped something in the bin. Adjusted his gloves.
Andâfinallyâglanced your way.
Brief. Just a flicker.
But it was enough.
Your throat went dry. Your mouth parted. Your hand, still holding your fork, paused halfway to your plate.
And just like that, he turned and walked out.
Like nothing had happened.
Like he hadnât just made you remember every single thing about the last time heâd looked at you like that.
The table was quiet for a moment.
Then Hange leaned back with a sigh, folding their arms behind their head.
âGod. If you donât kiss him soon, I will.â
---
It was the end of the dayânearly seven o'clock, and the campus had fallen into that calm, post-sunset hush. The halls were dimmer now, painted in soft orange light from the last bit of sun bleeding through the high glass windows. Most students were gone. The classrooms were empty.
Except for Lecture Hall E3.
The hall was quiet except for the low buzz of the buildingâs old lights and the faint clink of something metal in your handsâa broken microscope clamp, one of the dozen things still malfunctioning in your lab since midterms ended.
You sat on the edge of your desk, legs crossed, one hand gripping your cold coffee while the other held the offending clamp. Across from you stood Levi, tool belt low on his hips, sleeves rolled up.
Hange hadnât meant to go there, not really. They were looking for a dry-erase marker Petra claimed she'd left during her last guest talk. But as they wandered toward the room, humming under their breath, they paused in the doorwayâstopped cold by what they saw through the crack in the half-closed door.
You.
Levi.
Too close to not be suspicious.
You were sitting down, arms crossed, head tilted in that way you got when you were poking at someone on purpose. Your voice was low, but Hange could feel the tone of itâeven from outside the room. It was teasing.
And Levi?
He was standing directly in front of you, one hand resting on the edge of the desk, head dipped low, voice a rumble.
You said somethingâsoft, laughing under your breathâand Levi stepped closer. Just a fraction. Just enough to make it absolutely inappropriate.
You werenât touching.
But you might as well have been.
His hand brushed the desk next to your thigh. Your knee shifted. His fingers tapped. You smiled like you were about to say something stupid.
Thatâs when Hange gasped.
Too loud.
You both turned sharply, your conversation shattering on impact as you spotted Hange standing frozen in the door like theyâd walked into a porno.
And then they were goneâbolting down the hallway, nearly tripping over their own feet as they pulled out their phone mid-sprint.
You and Levi stared at the empty door in silence.
Then he looked at you, jaw tightening. âNext time we talk, we do it somewhere with a fucking lock.â
---
8:12 a.m.
You stepped into the main faculty lounge, and instantly felt the shift in the air. Like the energy had turned radioactive.
Erwin looked up from his tablet. Petra was pretending to read an article. Nanaba had the most serene smirk on her face, sipping her tea with both hands.
Your phone kept buzzing. Constantly. You just hadn't checked it yet.
You unlocked it and pulled up the source of hell itself, thinking you should check it out before putting it on Do Not Disturb.
Whispr.
Paradis Universityâs unofficial gossip forum. Anonymous posts. Zero filters. All chaos.
anonymous:
Just saw Professor [Last Name] in a lecture hall w/ THE janitor đ
horseface:
Pls they're always standing SO CLOSEâŠ
anonymous:
he leaned in and whispered something. đ«Ł
connie_69:
Nah bc my friend said she saw him leave her office TWICE last week after hours. đ
sashasandwich:
I saw them chit chatting during breaks...
Seriously?! A discord server?!
You scrolled down, horrified.
There it was. The new "nickname".
Burned into your corneas like a curse.
âMISS MAINTENANCE.â
And the top-liked comment?
âIf I were her, Iâd risk it all for those hands too. #MissMaintenanceâ
You groaned, slamming your phone face-down on the table in the faculty lounge.
Hange was already there, sipping coffee like they hadnât ruined your life 12 hours ago.
âOh goodâyou saw it,â they chirped, grinning wide. âWhat was it again? Miss Maintenance?â
You glared. âThey made a hashtag, Hange.â
âI think itâs cute! Youâve got fan pages now!â
âIâm going to bury myself under the supply closet.â
âYouâd have company," they winked, âBetter make room for Levi.â
"Hangeâ"
---
The science buildingâs break room was barely functionalâfluorescent lights, burnt coffee, a sad little fridge that buzzed like it was haunted. You only came in here when absolutely necessary, and today, unfortunately, was one of those days.
You were mid-sip of what barely passed as coffee, leaning back against the counter and scrolling through lecture slides, when you heard it.
The door creaked open.
Footsteps.
Deliberate. Slow.
You didnât even have to look up.
âLevi.â
He didnât answer at first. Just let the door click shut behind him, the silence stretching in that way he was infamous for. When you finally lifted your eyes, he was standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, expression unreadable.
There was something⊠off. Not angry, but something close. Tight around the mouth. Focused.
You arched a brow. âIs this a social call, or are you here to fix the refrigerator thatâs been humming like a possessed gremlin for three weeks?â
Still, nothing.
Then, after a pause.
âWhat the hell is a âWhisprâ?â
You blinked.
ââŠWhat?â
His jaw tensed. âDonât play dumb.â
âIâm notâwait.â You straightened. âYou saw it?â
âI didnât know about it until ten minutes ago when Yeager and Kirstein nearly killed each other laughing outside the janitorâs closet.â
He paused. âOne of them was reading a post out loud.â
You rubbed your temples. âPlease donât say which one.â
âMiss Maintenance.â
You physically recoiled. âGod. Thatâs so much worse when it comes from your mouth.â
He took a step closer.
âYou gonna tell me why half the campus thinks Iâve been sneaking into your lecture hall to screw you over?â
You narrowed your eyes. âAre you mad about the gossip?â
His gaze pinned you. Sharp. Flat. So perfectly Levi.
âIâm mad that everyoneâs talking like they know something I donât.â
That shut you up.
Becauseâholy guacamole.
Youâd been fine joking about it. Teasing Hange. Rolling your eyes at Connieâs fake whispers in your class. But hearing him say it like that?
Possessive?
That did something dangerous to your spine.
You cleared your throat. âWe didnât do anything wrong.â
âI know,â he said simply.
âBut?â
He shrugged. âDoesnât mean I liked hearing Sasha say she wants to âswitch majors and watch us make out.ââ
You choked on your laugh, mouth flying open. âShe said that?â
âShe said it to Miche, of all people.â
âOh godâno wonder he couldnât look me in the eye.â
Levi stepped closer again. Just a little. He wasnât touching you. But the way his eyes lingered nowâon your mouth, your neck, the edge of your blouseâit was definitely not neutral.
âI donât care about the app,â he said. âI care about the fact that I didnât get to hear you say half that shit to me.â
Your breath caught.
âYou wanna flirt? Donât do it where everyone else gets to enjoy it first.â
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then you spoke, quiet but steady.
âThen let me say it now.â
Leviâs expression shifted. Slightly. A slow blink. A twitch of his jaw.
You stepped forward, until only a foot of space separated you.
âEvery time you walk into a room...â you murmured, "I forget how to act right..."
He didnât smile. But his breath hitchedâjust once.
Then he muttered.
âStill not enough.â
Then he turned and walked right out. The door clicked shut.
You inhaled then exhaled.
"UGHâ"
---
You were halfway through explaining protein synthesis when you saw.
the unmistakable posture of students not paying attention.
Connie Springer and Sasha Braus were hunched over a shared notebook in the back row, heads tilted together like they were plotting world domination. Their pens werenât moving. Their eyes definitely werenât on the projector screen. And every few seconds, Sasha would nudge Connie and cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
You paused for a moment mid-sentence, chalk still in hand.
ââŠwhich brings us to messenger RNA,â you continued, your voice calm. Measured. Like you werenât mentally calculating how much detention you were legally allowed to assign in a university setting.
âmRNA is transcribed from DNA in the nucleusââ
Sasha wheezed. Loudly.
Your eyes flicked toward the back row.
She slapped a hand over her mouth. Connie was vibrating in his seat like a child who just discovered what sex is.
You exhaled slowly and turned back to the board.
Be mature. Youâre the professor.
Donât let the gremlins win.
You tapped the chalk to the board, continuing, ââthen exits into the cytoplasm where ribosomes begin translating the sequence into proteinsââ
Behind you, a faint whisper.
âDo you think theyâve kissed yet?â
You froze.
You didnât move, didnât reactâbut your brain slammed into a wall.
Was that⊠Connie?
Another voice, âNah. Levi looks like the type to suffer in silence.â
Sasha.
Your grip tightened on the chalk. You werenât even breathing anymore. Just listening.
âSo likeâŠdepressing love?â
You closed your eyes for half a second. Steady. Controlled.
The scrape of a chair leg. The rustle of Sashaâs notebook.
Then Connie again, gasping softly.
âI bet he doesnât even know heâs in love yet. Heâs probably just likeââWhy do I want to mop this one personâs floors extra good?ââ
Oh my god.
You turned around slightly, just enough to glance at them, but they were in full ship-mode now, completely oblivious to how loud they were being.
Sasha leaned in dramatically. âWhat if they roleplay?! Likeâshe pretends to spill something and heâs like âTch. Messy,â and sheâs like âClean me, Levi.ââ
Your entire body tensed.
The marker slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a loud clack.
The room went silent.
You turned around slowly. Calm.
The picture of professionalism.
âEverything okay back there?â
You smiled tightly.
Sashaâs eyes went wide. Connie turned redâlike full-face, sunburn-level red.
Sasha scrambled for an excuse. âYup! Just⊠mitochondria.â
Connie nodded, doing his best âIâm innocentâ face. âTheyâre the powerhouse of the cell.â
A slow blink. âRight.â
You leaned down, picked up your chalk, and straightened your blouse with a sigh.
âLetâs keep the roleplaying to your dorm rooms, yeah?â
Half the class gasped. The other half laughed way too hard.
Connie and Sasha looked like they were ready to sink through the floor.
You turned back to the board and continued the lesson like nothing had happened.
But internally?
You were screaming.
Because now you were thinking about the mop.
And the look Levi had given you the last time he was in your office.
And the way his hands looked when they were wrapped aroundâ
âAnyway,â you said louder than necessary, âtranslation occurs when ribosomes read codons in the mRNA strand, starting with AUGââ
You did not survive a doctorate for this.
But god, were they kind of right.
---
Then you got assigned an intern.
Liam, second-year biology major, GPA solid, energy borderline annoying. He was eager. Bright. A little too eager, honestly. Always volunteering to carry your books, lingering after hours to âgo over lab protocol,â asking you questions that had nothing to do with class.
At first, you brushed it off. "He's just trying to break the ice.", you told yourself. You would try your hardest not to seem too interested in what he was doing, but you could tell by his body language, and that grin he always had on his face.
Most interns were awkward. Some tried too hard.
But Liam? Liam tried really hard.
Heâd show up earlyâarmed with coffee, compliments, and a smile so polished it had to be practiced.
âI hope this isnât weird,â he said once, handing you your preferred iced drink. âBut you have, like, main character energy. You know that, right?â
You gave him a bland look. âThis main character is grading 37 terrible lab reports on a Friday night.â
He grinned. âThen Iâm clearly the love interest.â
You nearly choked on your straw.
But the real problem wasnât Liam.
The real problem was that Levi saw it all.
You hadnât known heâd been cleaning the floor outside the lecture hall that day. Or that heâd passed by your office just as Liam leaned across your deskâtoo close, holding out a folder with a smirk like he was offering more than just extra credit.
Levi had paused outside your door. Stood there. Watched for a beat too long before walking awayâfast, stiff, eyes dark with something cold and irritated.
He didnât say anything. Not then.
But the next time he showed up in your officeâunder the pretense of "dusting your shelf"âyou knew.
âDidnât know interns came with complimentary flirting now,â Levi muttered, taking out his duster, tools clicking in his hand.
You raised a brow from your seat. âIs this about Liam?â
He didnât look up. âTch.â
You smiled. Innocent. âWhat, jealous of a sophomore?â
âIâm not jealous,â he snapped quicklyâtoo quickly.
You tilted your head, studying him.
âHeâs just a kid,â Levi continued, tone clipped. âDoesnât need to be in your office every damn day.â
âHeâs learning,â you said mildly.
âHeâs learning your coffee order. And how you laugh. And what perfume you wear.â
That made you pause.
You set down your pen slowly. âExcuse me?â
He finally looked up. Straight at you. His expression unreadableâbut his jaw was set, eyes sharp.
âHe asked about it,â Levi said. âTwo days ago. When you left the room.â
You stared. âYou were there?â
âI was working.â
You exhaled through your nose. âAnd eavesdropping.â
His mouth twitched like he wanted to deny itâbut didnât.
You stood, crossing the room, arms folded.
âAnd what if I like having someone around who notices those things?â
Something flickered behind his eyes.
âI donât care if he notices,â Levi said, standing slowly. âI care if you let him think it matters.â
The air thickened.
Your heart thudded.
âYou think Iâd let a student get that close?â you asked, stepping forward.
He stepped right in front of you. âI think you donât always see what theyâre trying to do.â
âAnd you do?â
âIâve seen enough.â
You were close now. Inches away. Tension crackling between you like static.
Then you smiled, slowly.
âYou could just say you want to be the one noticing.â
His breath caught.
You leaned up slightlyâclose enough to whisper:
âOr are you too busy cleaning to care?â
For a secondâjust oneâhis control cracked.
Leviâs hand braced the wall beside your head.
Not touching you. Not yet. But claiming space.
âI notice everything about you,â he said lowly. âI just donât say it like some idiot kid trying to impress his TA.â
Silence.
You looked up at him, heart hammering, lips partedâ
And thenâ
A knock.
The door opened an inch. Liamâs voice, cheery as ever.
âProfessor? Just dropping off the inventory sheetââ
Levi didnât move.
His hand still very much cornering you against the wall.
Your face was flushed. His was unreadable.
âCome in,â you said, voice steady.
Levi stepped back, slowly.
But the heat in his eyes hadnât left.
And Liam?
Liam took one look at the tension in the room and called it quits.
âUh⊠I can leave it on the desk.â
Smart boy.
---
Liam hadnât meant to break the internet.
He just had a mild panic attack and made the worst possible decision: he posted in the Whispr Discord.
It happened less than twenty minutes after he walked in on you and Levi.
Youâd been calm. Unbothered. Professional.
Levi, on the other hand, had looked like he was one half-breathed syllable away from pinning you to your office
He dropped the folder and left like the room was on fire.
Which, in a way, it kind of was.
So naturally, he went to the only place a confused, mildly scared intern would turn to in a moment of crisis:
The Whispr Discord.
Specifically: the #rumors-and-sightings channel.
liambiology02:
i didnât know Professor [Last Name] and the janitor were like⊠together???
The server exploded in under 30 seconds.
horseface:
EXCUSE ME????????????
sashasandwhich:
TOGETHER TOGETHER OR âIâM JUST HELPING HER FIX HER FAN AGAINâ TOGETHER???
humanitiescommander:
Please use factual language and avoid libel đ
aruminated:
WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. BACK UP.
LIAM. WHAT DID YOU SEE.
liambiology02:
idk! nothing happened!! he was just like⊠really close???
i just felt weird and left
i donât KNOW if theyâre together omg
e_revenge:
this is how scandals start
and I, for one, am READY
connie_69:
bro Levi prob gave him the look
THE look
the "Iâve imagined killing you and you wouldnât even make a sound" look
Meanwhile⊠you hadnât seen the chat yet.
You were finishing up your last lecture. Calm. Composed. Unaware.
Until Hange sprinted into your classroom, phone raised like a torch.
âProfessor!â they gasped. âYouâre trending on the Whispr Discord again. And you didnât even do anything this time!â
You blinked. âWhat now?â
They flipped their screen around. Showed you Liamâs message.
Then the reactions.
Then the floods and floods of messages from basically the WHOLE university.
You stared. Slowly sank into your chair.
âI told you to delete that server...â
âToo late,â Hange grinned. âYou and Levi are officially the gossip of the entire STEM department.â
You dragged a hand down your face.
âDoes Levi know?â
âNo. But he will,â Hange smirked. âGive it about five minutes.â
---
You were heading to your office when you heard itâ
âProfessor.â
You turned.
Levi was standing in the middle of the hallway like heâd been waiting. Arms crossed, face unreadable, dark eyes locked on yours like he wasnât letting you pass until you gave him what he wanted.
You blinked. âHey.â
He didnât respond at first. Just stared.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. His fingers flexed at his sides.
You noticed the way his shirt clung to his shoulders, the dust streaked across one forearm, the slight sheen on his skin like heâd just come from fixing something.
âHave you seen it?â he asked finally. Voice low. Controlled.
But his eyes? oh you knew you were in for a long one.
Your heart hiccuped.
You didnât need to ask what he meant.
ââŠYeah.â
âLiamâs little confession.â
You nodded.
He stepped closer.
âEveryone thinks weâreââ
He cut himself off. Jaw clenched. Swallowed the words like they tasted bad.
You tilted your head. Calm. âTogether?â
His breath hitched. Just a flicker. But you saw it.
âTheyâre saying youâre sleeping with me,â he muttered. âThat youâre using your position. That Iâm justâthe janitor.â
You stayed quiet. Let him talk.
âIâve been hearing it all day,â he said. âHange, Miche, all of the damn students. Like they know anything. Like they get to decide what this is.â
You folded your arms slowly.
âAnd what is this, Levi?â
His eyes narrowed. âThatâs the problem. You never say.â
âNeither do you.â
Silence.
Then he stepped in. Close.
One foot between yours. Voice low. Heat just beneath the surface.
âIf youâre not serious, tell me to walk away.â
You inhaled.
âIf you donât want thisâmeâsay it.â
Your lips parted.
But nothing came out.
He searched your face. Tension pulsing off him like heat. Like gravity.
Thenâso quietly it barely touched the airâ
âBut if you do..."
And that broke you.
You reached out. Hand at his collar, fingers brushing the edge of his throat.
âLevi,â you breathed, steady now, âIâm not interested in pretending.â
His jaw twitched.
You stepped closer. So close he had to tilt his head to keep your eyes.
âIf theyâre going to talk anywayâŠâ
Your fingers curled lightly into the fabric at his chest.
ââŠwe might as well give them something to talk about.â
A long beat.
Then he said, rough and lowâ
âFinally.â
His hands gripped your waist, pulled you flush. His mouth was on yours before the next breathâhot, hungry, all the things heâd been holding back slamming into you at once.
It wasnât neat.
And it definitely wasnât soft.
It was a week of stolen glances. A month of silent tension. A semester of wanting and not saying a damn word.
The kiss had barely ended, and Levi was already reaching behind youâone hand sliding over your waist, the other twisting the lock on your office door with a quiet click.
It was instinct. Automatic. Like he knew exactly what he needed to do before either of you had the chance to second-guess this. You didnât pull away. You didnât blink. You just watched him, your chest rising and falling too fast, heat blooming low and thick under your skin.
âLevi,â you breathed, half-warned, half-melted, âwe shouldnâtââ
âYou want to stop?â he asked, voice hoarse, already slipping his hand up under your blouse.
You hesitated.
He smirkedâbarely. âDidnât think so.â
Then his mouth was back on yours, hungrier this time, less controlled. His hands? Unbelievable. Rough in all the right ways. Not fumbling, not franticâjust confident. Like he knew what you wanted before you could ask for it.
Your back hit the edge of the desk, and Levi didnât even pause. He lifted you onto it like it was nothing, like you didnât weigh a damn thing to him. His gloves had been tucked into his back pocket; now they hit the floor with a soft thud as his bare palms slid over your thighs, up under your skirt, dragging heat everywhere they touched.
âYou know Iâve thought about this,â he muttered against your neck. âWay too much. Couldnât stop.â
You gasped as his teeth grazed your skin. âWhen?â
âFirst day I saw you,â he said. âWalked right past me after asking me where your lecture hall is. Like you werenât setting my whole fucking brain on fire.â
You laughed breathlessly, curling your fingers into his shirt. âYou glared at me.â
âYeah,â he said, dragging his hands up your hips, âbecause I was panicking.â
Thenâfabric shifted. Buttons slipped loose. Skin met skin.
You reached down, impatient, undoing your belt. He watched you, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was barely holding it together.
âWeâre really doing this, huh?â you said, teasing.
He leaned in, voice low and brutal in your ear.
âI'm not leaving this office until you can't fucking walk straight.â
And that was it.
Your clothes didnât come off all at once. They were pulled aside. Pushed up. Wrinkled and messy in the places that mattered. He tasted like mint and frustration and something darkerâsomething needy. Like this wasnât just lust. Like heâd been starving.
He was rough in the way that made you dizzy, then gentle in the way that made your stomach flip.
You said his name onceâsoftly, breathlesslyâand he swore under his breath, pressing his forehead to yours, fingers gripping your thighs like they were the only thing grounding him.
âSay it again,â he whispered. âSay it like your mine.â
"Levi..."
His hands were already on your cilt, rubbing soft but fast circles around it. Your hands slid down to his pants tugging at his belt.
"You want it, baby?" He said, clicking his belt open and pulling it off. You just moaned in response. Could you really help yourself? He was beautiful, long and pink. And the girth was out of this world.
You swear you were a hero in your past life because what the fuck could you have possibly done to deserve this dick?
"Dirty girl..." Levi smirked.
He spun you around, your chest flat against the desk. His hands were on your ass, giving it a few light slaps. Then out of nowhere, he shoves his whole cock right in.
"Oh fuckâ"
His thrusts were fast. Levi had waited for this moment, he had dreamed of fucking you, touching you, holding you...and right now he was doing just that.
"So fucking tight f'me babygirl" he grunted.
He can feel you getting close, he was too. Your warm cunt wrapped around his cock was just too much for him to handle.
His eyes flutter shut. heâs always been so weak for youâit was such a contrast to his usual demeanor, but god, he just couldnât help it.
And when you finally cameâshaking, breath caught in your throat, his name tangled in itâhe didnât let you go. Not for a second. He kissed you through it, slow, warm, grounding.
ââm gonna cum,â he grunts, âtell me to pull out.â
âinside.â you clench around him, milking him of everything he has. and for you, heâd give you the whole world.
"fuuuck..." he says as he fills you up with his cum.
You two just stayed like that for a few moments, panting, in each other arms. Then you started laughing. And Levi looked completely and utterly confused.
"I-....I cant believe I just did this HA!"
"What."
"Likeâyou know. Me and You."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Whateverrr"
"Your fucking crazy."
"Says the one that just fucked me on the desk I grade lab reports."
"Thats differentâ!"
You guys cleaned up, and you couldn't stop giggling, the color in your cheeks hadn't faded away.
"Im....gonna go now." Levi said.
"So soon?"
But not without pulling your skirt back into place, brushing a kiss against your temple, and muttered something that had definitely sounded like,âNext time, we donât stop at your desk.â Before saying,
"Yeah, I have better things to do than rage baiting janitors."
"Levi!"
By the time Levi slipped out the hallway, shirt rumpled, cheeks slightly pink. A smudge of lipstick on his neck. Some classes had just ended, students were filing out.
Someone saw Levi outside your office door, looking dazed.
Of course someone saw.
And a picture was posted to Whispr by morning.
Caption?
âThe janitor definitely took her to church.â
---
You woke up feeling sore in a way that shouldâve been inconvenientâbut wasnât.
There was still a faint ache between your legs. The kind that made you sit a little differently. Walk a little slower. Smirk a little too knowingly when you slipped on your silk blouse and saw the subtle fingerprints blooming across your hips.
You were still thinking about it as you stepped into the faculty lounge with your coffee.
And thatâs when it hit.
The energy.
Everyone turned.
Everyone looked.
Sashaâs eyes were the size of dinner plates.
Connie dropped his croissant.
Jean looked like heâd seen the Virgin Mary herself.
ThenâErwin, seated at the far end of the table, took a long sip of coffee and cleared his throat.
âMorning, Professor.â
You blinked. âMorning.â
Another deliberate sip.
Another throat clear.
âEverything⊠work okay in your office yesterday?â
Hange howled.
You didnât even blink. You just sipped your coffee and slid into the nearest seat.
âFine, thanks. Though someone should really check the thermostat. Things got a little warm.â
Erwin coughed. Loud. Nearly choked.
Miche arched a brow like he knew exactly what you were doing.
And Hange?
Hange was fully sliding their phone across the table toward you.
đž: A blurry screenshot from Whispr.
anonymous: âMaintenance? More like mating-nance đâ
You blushed furiously.
You just handed the phone back and said, âPeople need better hobbies.â
Levi was in the library, restocking the cleaning supplies.
He didnât look up as Armin passed by with a cautious nod.
Didnât react when Eren and Connie peeked around the corner and whispered, âThatâs him. Thatâs himmm.â
But his ears were pink.
Just slightly.
The librarian walked by. Gave him a look. Said, deadpan.
when through that mist i see the shape of you, and i know-i know that i'm in love with you.
1.5k words. angst. mutual pining.
The world is a ghost now.
You donât remember when the mist swallowed the battlefield. One moment, the air was choked with screams and the stench of blood and the familiar haze of Titan steam; the next, it was silent, as if the earth itself had swallowed up all sound in one big gulp. Your leg burns where youâd hurt it hours ago, or was it minutes? Time blurs here, in this limbo of smoke and ever fading adrenaline. And here you were having injured the same leg youâd just gotten stitches in last week. Just your luck.
You limp forward, each step sinking into mud. The mist curls around your ankles, cold and clammy, and for a split second, you wonder if itâs the hands of your fallen comrades, dragging you down to the depths to join them. Your breath hitches, loud in the silent and the stillness, and you cover your mouth with your hand. Idiot. Breathe quieter. Breathe quieter or theyâll find you.
But thereâs no âtheyâ left. Only the fog, and the clang of your blade hitting against your thigh.
A twig snaps.
You freeze, fingers twitching toward your gear. Your heart hammers against your chest, feeling like a trapped bird with broken wings, desperate to escape. The sound comes again, closer. Closer. Closer.
Footsteps.
Not the thunderous crush of a Titan. Not the frantic scramble of a wounded comrade. This is controlled, almost silent, almost practiced. Your hand shakes as you unsheathe your blade.
âTch. Stop staggering around like a drunk. Youâll reopen your stitches.â
The voice is low, raspy, frayed at the edges, but unmistakable. Relief floods you so violently your knees almost buckle.
Levi steps from the mist. His uniform is torn at the shoulder, dark with blood that may or may not be his own. Ash clings to the spiky black hairs of his undercut, and a fresh cut slices across his cheekbone, but his eyes, all steel and storm, are as sharp as ever. He surveys you with a scowl.
âCaptain,â you rasp, voice weak and lips tasting like metal.
He doesnât answer. Instead, he strides forward, boots squelching in the mud, and crouches to inspect your bandaged leg. His fingers are cold as he prods at the wound, but his touch is precise. You suppress a whimper.
âPathetic,â he mutters. âYouâd let a scratch slow you down?â But his hands tell a different story as he carefully inspects the wound.
You want to retort, to snap that this is more than a scratch, but the fight drains out of you when his hand lingers on your calf, just above the bandages. His thumb brushes the edge of a bruise, so faint you mightâve imagined it. But it doesnât stop the racing of your heart nonetheless.
âI wasnât⊠slowing down,â you manage. âI was looking for survivors.â
He scoffs, rising to his feet. âTch. You are the survivor. And youâll be a dead one if you keep wandering in circles.â
Before you can argue, he slings your arm over his shoulders. You stiffen, but he only adjusts his hold, ignoring the way your blood smears his uniform.
âWhat are you-?â
âShut up,â he growls. âYouâre worse than Hange when you talk.â
You let him drag you forward, too exhausted to protest, to argueâŠand if youâre honest the weight of his hold you is comforting in a way that you know might be because of the way youâre heart always seems to flutter when heâs near. But thatâs not important now.
The mist thickens, and for a while, thereâs only the rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his side pressed against yours.
He finds a hollow beneath the roots of a massive oak, shielded from the wind and the worst of the thick fog. You collapse against the trunk, shivering as your adrenaline fades and the cold overcomes you. Levi disappears into the mist again, returning minutes later with an armful of damp branches.
âDonât expect a five-star service,â he grumbles, striking a flint.
The fire sputters to life, its glow painting his face in flickering shadows. He sits across from you, closer than necessary, cleaning his blades with a rag. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, tired, eyes heavy. The firelight seems to softens the harsh lines of his face, and you watch his brows knit as he scowls at a nick in the steel.
Heâs alive, you think. Weâre both alive.
The realization comforts you.
Youâve spent years burying it. This stupid thing that curls in your chest whenever heâs near. When heâd bark orders during training, all ice and gruffness, and youâd pretend your pulse hadnât quickened. When heâd pass you a cup of tea after a long night of paperwork, his fingers brushing yours for half a second, and youâd pretend you hadnât sat there and memorized every speck of blue in his eyes.
Stupid. Reckless. Futile really.
Yet here, in the mist and the quiet of the forest, itâs harder to deny.
You must drift off, because when you jolt awake, the fire has dimmed to embers and Levi is staring at you. Well not at you, but through you, his gaze distant, like heâs seeing something else in the mist. Thereâs an intensity there in the specks of those blue-grey eyes and for a heartbeat, he looks⊠unguarded. Almost haunted. Like heâs realized something that lays heavy on his chest.
Then he blinks, and the moment shatters. Gone.
âYouâre bleeding again,â he says flatly, nodding at your leg.
You glance down. The bandage is soaked through, crimson seeping into the white of your pants.
âSit still.â
He moves before you can reply, kneeling at your side. He rips a piece of cloak, working to wrap it around your wound. The mist is heavy around you both, muffling the world beyond this spot under this big oak tree, until thereâs nothing but the occasional crackle of the fire.
âWhy did you come for me?â you ask suddenly.
His hands still on your leg. âWhat?â
âYou had other prioritiesâŠ?â
He doesnât look up. âYouâre a comrade. We donât leave our own behind.â
âYouâve left others before.â
âWhen thereâs no choice.â His voice hardens, almost defensive. âThere was a choice today.â
The words hang in the air, heavier than they should be. You want to ask what he mean, but he finishes the bandage and leans back, face as unreadable as itâs ever been.
âGet some sleep,â he orders. âWe move at first light.â
Dawn comes reluctantly. You try to stand, but your leg betrays you, buckling like flimsy paper. Levi catches you before you hit the ground, his arm banded around your waist.
âI swear to god,â he hisses, âif you die because youâre stubborn, Iâll kill you myself.â
You laugh weakly, your forehead brushing his collarbone. âPromises, promises.â
He stiffens. You expect him to shove you away, to curse and call you an idiot. But his grip tightens, fingers digging into your hip. When you tilt your head to look at him, his face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips.
And there it is, a look that makes your breath momentarily cease. The look youâve seen on soldiers crouched over dying lovers, on mothers clutching lifeless children. Raw. Terrified. Furious. But this isnât grief.
This is something else entirely.
Youâve loved him for years. Quietly. Secretly. A stolen glance in the mess hall, a shared flask on a winter patrol, the way heâd once shielded you from debris without a word. Youâve buried it under layers of discipline and denial, but here, in the mist and the blood and the carnage it almost threatens to spill.
Donât, you beg yourself. Donât. Itâs impossible. Stupid. Reckless. Futile.
You hear shuffling in the distance.
He releases you like youâve burned him, stepping back so quickly the mist swirls between you. His expression returns to normal, all sharp edges and colder than ice detachment.
âTheyâre here,â he says, turning away. âStay put. Iâll send a cart.â
You watch him go, his silhouette dissolving into the fog. When the others arrive, heâs already barking orders, his voice cutting through the haze like a blade. He doesnât look at you, not even when they lift you onto the stretcher.
But as the cart lurches forward, you glance back.
Heâs standing at the edge of the clearing. The mist clings to him, softening his outline until heâs little more than a shadow.
A shape. A memory. A confession never spoken.
Weeks later, you find him on the barracks roof at dawn, a cup of tea steaming in his hands. The sky is clear, the air crisp, but heâs scowling at the horizon like itâs offended him.
âYou hate the sun now?â you tease, leaning beside him.
He doesnât smile. âI hate the clarity.â
You follow his gaze. The sun exposing every scar, every truth the mist hid. But when you look back, heâs already gone.
You never ask him about that day. Some thing are better left unsaid. But sometimes, when the steam curls off his tea, heâll stare at you a moment too long. And youâll pretend not to notice the way his fingers tighten around the teacup.
Just as heâll pretend not to notice how your eyes follow him, always.
levi smells sooooo good itâs actually sickening. that sweet, soft, musky smell that makes you think of home. you purposefully steal his clothes after heâs worn it because you canât get enough of him and his scent. and itâs not even the cologne he wears. he just has such a distinct smell that you can sometimes tell when heâs near you without looking. the worst part is when heâs away and the bed smells like him and you just have to close your eyes and pretend that heâs there, his warm body embracing you.
I have been thinking about this short man with his big dick for weeks now....
NSFW below the cut
Levi who doesn't say much while he's fucking you until he's close
And he's nasty with what he says, but he really doesn't even realize it.
When he's less coordinated, fucking you with more carnal desire than intentionality.
Stop running from it, or Taking me in, you're so slutty-
He loves seeing your face in missionary but
Hitting it from the back gets you going in all the right spots,
He loves gripping the plush of your hips or ass to pull you onto him,
Don't try running from it, he's the type to pull you back harshly, bottoming out when he does, leaving you both breathless
Move your hand, don't be shy now.
Wants to hear you moaning
I can't hear you, be louder
Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you
You get so stupid for my cock, huh?
You're so cute, bent over for me like that.
I don't know what you expect from me, when you're looking like that.
pretty, pretty girl,
The closer he is, the dirtier he gets tbh.
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
I'm not done yet,
Listen to how wet you are for me
I'm going to fuck you until you can't use these legs anymore
I just want to ruin you
Fuck, you're so tight
You can't fuck anyone else but me, 'kay?
Loves spanking your ass with his calloused hand
When you're in missionary, he loves gripping you by the jaw and making you look at him. Your face so pink and fucked out. So, so cute- He'll think to himself, only fucking into you harder.
Grips you, holds you closely, or tries removing as much space as he can from you both.
Cums in you only. Mouth or inside.
Levi can probably only go one round, but one, really long drawn out round.
