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2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), camp wife!fem!reader ( it makes sense i promise ), dub con but it does venture into mild noncon for like a second, somnophilia, noise control, cockwarmimg, loss of virginity, creampie ( and multiple more suggested ), manipulation and gaslighting, Griffith is a warning on his own, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HE’S HERE. first fic of my man!! please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread and i had to battle MANY distractions so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
Griffith was still awake.
he lays there, on his back, with his hands behind his head, and listened to the sound of your even breathing. it was much gentler than the raging blizzard just outside the tent, but there was a subtle clicking of your teeth chattering. you were snuggled close to his chest, fulfilling one of the only duties you were expected to.
you were hopeless with a sword, but you insisted on coming along with the mercenary band regardless— after all, why would you leave your young brother to travel with a group of killers without you there to watch out for him? Griffith had given you a bow and arrow, but you couldn’t seem to hit a target unless it was standing still, so you were less than useful on the battlefield. the others had even asked him to force you to leave, send you home, but he’d refused. and, instead, he’d told you what you were expected to do for the Hawks from now on.
‘Be the men’s mother. their wife. their nurse.’ he’d said to you, with icy eyes so piercing that you shied away from them, ‘If they’re hungry, feed them. If they are sick or wounded, tend to them. If they are cold, warm their beds. Relinquish the idea of trying to be my soldier, and instead, accept the role of my camp wife.’
though you were expected to feed and tend to the wounds of everyone in camp, you had come to realize that his bed had become the only one you were allowed to warm. you didn’t mind all that much, after all, why would you care where you slept? as long as you weren’t outcast into the elements, you wouldn’t say a peep about being expected to snuggle close to Griffith, and rest your head on his chest, be lulled to sleep by the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart.
tonight, however, was much colder than most that came before it. you were shivering, even as you nested into his side, your face buried in his armpit, and both legs entangled with his. when he juts his chin into his chest to stare down at you, he can see your breath in little, white puffs, and his own, much fainter.
he was cold, too.
one hand slips from behind his head and drops below the blanket, fingertips ghosting over the shape of your chest as it rises and falls against the thin fabric of your loose top. he considers stopping there, grabbing a fistful of your breast, but he doesn’t. it’s not quite warm enough for him. so, he careens downward, to clamp a hand over your sex, and his breath hitches in his throat when he felt you for the first time. your core was warm, and bare, and he couldn’t stop his icy fingertips from slotting between your folds, running slow laps. you squirm, your eyebrows knitting only slightly. the sensation was enough to rouse your sex to weep on his fingers, but not enough to wake you, he noticed.
his fingers were skillful in their fondling; they were slick in no time. two, the middle and ring, worm their way inside. your lips part, eliciting a confused whimper.
“You’ve never had a man’s fingers inside you before now...” it wasn’t a question, but an utterance of realization, just underneath his breath. you were much too tight, and your walls spasmed in violent opposition to his sudden intrusion. he couldn’t help it, his cock twitched to life at such a resistance, digits curling, he anchors them to your shallow nerve-cluster, pumping slow, to feel every inch of your slick canal. “I should’ve expected you to be a virgin.” he mutters to himself, watching how your muscles jump beneath your skin, wanting you to wake up and squirm away from his exploration. “You’ve always been shy to so much as undress in front of me.” maybe there was a part of him that always knew. when he would peel out of his clothes, your eyes would widen before they averted all together, only feeling comfortable enough to look back at him when his nakedness was covered with the blanket.
and maybe he felt powerful for that very reason right now, as he took from you what no one before him had.
the very tips of his fingers caress the spongy, interior wall of your sensitive slick as he prods deeper, and you hiss through your teeth, shifting in your sleep. “That must be tender, a new sensation to be touched like this.” he whispers, watching you roll over and face away from him. his face is expressionless, icy eyes deeper than oceans, but his free hand grasps your wrist. his grip keeps you from scooting too far to the edge of the blankets, and you whine, incoherent and dazed, half of your face smushed into the pillow. “Not only my hands need warming.” he grumbles, as if you should already know, or as if you were listening. his cock throbbed and demands to be inside you, feeling your walls flutter as they struggle to take his size, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek, pumping his fingers into you faster. harder. he needed to make you cum, he knows this, at least once. so that you’re wet enough to take him. bringing your hand to his mouth, he breathes hot air against your icy fingers, before spitting in your palm and shoving it under the blanket, molding your soft fist around his forming erection.
“You’re just about ready,” he breathes heavier in your ear, spreading his fingers open to tease your elasticity. another, pathetically slurred mewl, and he clamps your hand around him tighter, pumping along the length of him, stopping short of the sensitive head. “And so am I…”
“G-Griff—“ you were starting to come around, flustered by the skillful handling of your innocent core, “w—what are you—?!” as your eyelids crack open, you squirm in his embrace, but his toned forearm hooks against your midriff, pinning your lower half closer to him. it took you several seconds to pull yourself from your subconscious, and realize that the pressure between your thighs were his lithe, svelte fingers, thrusting in and out of you. and when you do, you cry out and grasp at his wrist with your free hand. “W—wait!” whether it was a plea for him, or yourself, you don’t know. you want to stop your body from giving in, but you’ve no time before you’re swept in a sea of pleasure— the climax he’d dragged you to whilst you slept finally rearing its head.
it was your very first orgasm, and you were too flustered to stop it. the strangled squeal that leaves your mouth just as the bubbling in your lower belly boils over is loud and shocked. your toes curl to the point of cramping, and you claw desperately at his wrist, “T-that’s—!!”
“Don’t fight me,” he mutters in your ear, definitive. oozing authority. “I’m cold. Let me use your warmth.” you try to pull your other hand from his, but your fingers squeeze his girth and your eyes widen, beginning to realize his intentions. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“I—“ you couldn’t think. you’d only been ripped from your sleep moments ago, to the very new and very raw sensation of his fingers deep in your core. “Griffith, I’m not—“
but his other hand is quick to abandon yours at his cock and clasp over your mouth instead. plush lips smear themselves over the shell of your ear. “But you are,” he insists in a breathy murmur. even as you whimper against the smell of his skin, you kiss his palm and taste saline, and he pulls you back, tighter against his body. “Everyone and everything in this camp is mine. I’ve told you this before, no? The clothes that cover and protect you, they do so because I have fought for the coin to afford them. The catch that you roast on the flames, who slayed those beasts but hunters in our party, at my behest? The very air you breathe? It inflates your lungs because I will it to do so. I own you, you’re mine. And that means every part of you is at my disposal.” his wispy, silvery bangs tickle your cheek, “That means the warmth of your body… is mine, too. Nod if you agree.”
you listen to him, staring into the fabric wall of the tent as it flutters violently. the blizzard outside was harsh. his speech made sense. and you thought about all the times he’d protected you, and your brother, and the rest of the Hawks. you thought about how your stomach was never empty; he always made sure you had food to eat and shelter. and even when some of the Hawks had tried to convince him to cast you out of camp, he didn’t send you on your way.
after a few seconds of pondering, of feeling his bare skin against your back, his breath in your ear, you nod, slow and timid.
“Then surrender it to me,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of you. you know they’re webbed with your unwilling arousal, but you don’t dare try to look down and see— you would be humiliated. Griffith shoves your hand off his cock to slather it in your essence, adding to its slickness, before he grasps himself tight at the base and splits your folds. you whimper against his hand, both of yours grasping the flimsy blanket. it’s more than new— it’s painful. the sting of your first invasion as the swollen tip spears your sex makes your eyes water. “Push back into it,” he mutters, breathy, when he notices you’re inching further and further away. his vice over your mouth works as an anchor, dragging you back. you do as instruction, albeit clumsily, and scoot yourself back, closer to him, giving him the submission he desires. “Take my cock deep into that tight, soft warmth of yours…” Griffith sighs when the head slips past your persistent, clenching threshold and your walls spasm around it. “That’s it. Give me what’s rightfully mine.”
a gurgled, muffled whine of shock is all that you can muster when Griffith conquers your body. the malaise that came with being stretched around him, the intensity of the pressure his girth puts on your lower belly simply by nesting inside you, and the furious fluttering of your inner walls, clenching and milking his cock, has your head spinning. your previous climax ensured you were extra sensitive to his throbbing cock, as it barreled into you.
“I thought your body might try to push me out,” he whispers, his breath heavy with lust as he drops his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he lets out a raspy chuckle, “but you’re caressing me, squeezing me. Drawing me in, luring me…just how deep will that frenzied, virgin cunt of yours allow me to venture?” the softness of his lips is a boggling juxtaposition to the deep, hard thrust of his hips as he buries his cock to the hilt in pure, uncharted territory. you cry out, and wince. he’s hit something that sends a jolt through you; his thick tip bumps against the stopper as if he’s testing the will of your body, challenging it to make room for him.
finally, when he knows he can thrust no deeper, when you lay, your core pressed flush to his base and balls, he stills there, refusing to acknowledge your protested whining. refusing to care that it’s too much all at once for someone so inexperienced.
“Do you know what that is?” he asks, “that pesky, little bumper?”
you shake your head, tilting it back as far as you can to try and read his eyes. they were always impossible to comprehend— the depths of them rivaling that of the sea, but in this moment, you needed to see them. however, Griffith had his head tucked into your shoulder, and all you see is silver tresses. “That’s your cervix I keep prodding at. Your limit. Even for a virgin, you’ve taken me in so deep that I can feel your womb.” he lets out a raspy chuckle, as if he’s even impressed. you choke on a mewl, weak and pathetic, blinking back tears that threaten to well up in your eyes. “Why is that?”
you didn’t have an answer to give him, even if he were to let you speak.
“You’re feverish now…” he takes note of the way you’ve heated up, his free hand slipping under the flimsy top to paw at your heaving breast. you can feel, not see, him smile against your neck when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to coax you to squirm and a muffled moan dies on his palm. “This must feel good, to wrap around your first cock. Is that what it is? Why you’re warm all over, now?”
regardless of the stretch, the fullness was starting to feel… good. even as humiliated as you were to admit it to yourself, you could handle the burning, which had subsided into a dull sting, because your insides were fluttering. your heart was pounding, your head was swimming. you were starting to like it. you whine, embarrassed, and try to smush your head into the pillow to escape your own humility.
“Huh,” Griffith inhales the scent of you that clings to your shoulder, his grip on your mouth tightening so he can pull you even closer, and your back arches until you’ve shrunk— your knees closer to your chest, your neck craned, all to the end of being as close to his body as he wills it. you both knew that he couldn’t force himself any deeper into you, but it definitely felt like he was trying to. “I was only going to use you to warm up, but your greedy, little cunt won’t stop clenching, even when I’m still.” his lips find your earlobe, and he pants, drawing it between his teeth, “could it be that you’re trying to make me cum inside you?”
your eyes widen, and you fervently shake your head, “Nn-nn! Nn-nnnf!”
“Ah, but your body is telling me something different,” Griffith croons, sliding the hand on your breast down over your belly. he takes only a moment to press against it, teasing the pressure where he knew he must be buried, and your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. it feels good, his firm caress from both sides, massaging clusters of nerves you didn’t know existed. “You wouldn’t be making such pathetic, submissive little noises… you wouldn’t be milking my cock, or… this, here,” his fingers sweep lower, caressing your swollen button. your head drops forward, and you snort furious puffs through your nose that fan against the curve of his fingers, “this wouldn’t be quite so sensitive if you weren’t desperate for me, would it?” your hips twitch, and you feel an overwhelming urge to grind that sensitive, little bundle against his fingers, but he murmurs, his open mouth shaping the syllables against the sensitive portion of your hairline just before your ear, “Don’t squirm so much… just stay still, just caress me from the inside.”
it was a more difficult request than you’d anticipated, because he didn’t cease his teasing, flicking at your throbbing clit, rubbing it, murmuring in your ear that you submitting to him was exactly what he wanted. your body wanted to writhe and jerk and grind, but you also longed for him to move, too. there was a carnal desire, deeply buried, that wished he would pin you to the ground and fuck you so hard that your body was sore for days.
you’d never had such a filthy desire before this moment, when his thick cock thumped in your depths, and he strummed your most sensitive prize as if he were playing on a harp. he knew every chord, his soft fingers tickling you in ways that had you desperate and needy. for him.
Griffith doesn’t tell you when his climax is at hand, and you’ve not the experience to read the signs. the twitching, pulsating against your canal getting more and more furious until he grips you tight with both hands, and elicits a euphoric grunt into your hair that staggers into a heavy sigh of relief. spurt after spurt of warmth seeps into your belly, and you babble, half in protest, and half in pleasure, against his hand as you’re given all of his release.
“Close your eyes.” he mutters after a moment, his voice even once more. he doesn’t pull out, nor does he release your mouth, but his other arm hooks around your midriff to keep you close. “Go to sleep.”
you blink, puzzled that -even though he seems to be finished- he doesn’t withdraw from you. you squirm, both hands reaching down between your legs to feel, and murmur nearly incoherently against his palm, “Wrhh it shrill inshide?”
Griffith nods, dragging the edges of his teeth along your sensitive neck, sighing softly in content. “With it still deep inside. You’re still spasming, your cunt is still warm. My cock is sure to harden from your incessant clamping, over and over again. You’re going to go to sleep, and let me pump you full of my cum over and over, and by the time the sun rises and the snow melts enough, we shall see if your little belly is too full to even move.”
I'm not usually a huge fan of photorealistic versions of Levi, but Holy Shit the AOT x Life After character designers really understood the assignment.
hello, everyone!! i had to take a looong break due to mental health and irl issues that were becoming a really big stressor, but in the end, everything got sorted out! i quit my job after 2 years and i feel so much better!!!!
i think i'll slowly start writing again as i start to check tumblr more often!!! i hope everyone has been well and that kinktober has been treating you well :3
hello!! i just wanna pop in and say sorry for my absence :( things have been really stressful for me ( work, family, etc. ) and i haven't had the time or energy to check in on tumblr :< i hope everyone is doing ok though and that august was as good! here's to a better september haha.......
Hi. Actually I read this before from your post and hurt me so bad so I wont be reading again. But no worries, I adore it especially the 1st part it was amazing. But I cant just read again the part 2. It really f*cked up any mentally of Levi's character. Nevertheless, I wish you all the best and I hope it would be a happy ending for the next part.
NOOOOOO I'M SO SORRY 😭😭😭 THAT DEFINITELY WASN'T MY INTENTION AT ALL!!!!!!!! but i promise a happy ending in the end!!!!!!!! the hows and whens are still in the works, but i would never!!!!!!!! let levi hurt reader permanently and leave things that way :'(( and and and i hope it doesn't put you off from reading any of my other works! the requests that helped form part 2 asked for angst and i tried to deliver! if it helps, my next fic is full of fluff and falling in love!! T__T
It's going to be amazing, of that I'm certain!! I can't wait for part 2 to drop so we could discuss about this! Even when you didn't announce that it was going to be a series, I thought about how it could evolve and I don't want to spoil the others (because it involves the plot twist in the request 👀👀👀👀) but I'll tell you when part 2 drops and I finish reading it 👀
OMG PERFECT TIMING TOO!! part 2 is up!!! lmk your THOTS N OPINIONS PLEASE
i'm a criminal ( i'll take your heart & go ) part 2
part 1 here!!
pairing: levi x f!reader, erwin x f!reader ( NOT a 3some situation )
word count: 8.6k
content: oral sex ( f receiving ), breeding, infidelity??, lots of drama & angst, daddy kink ( not for levi i'm SORRY ), use of "whore" as unsexy degradation
author’s note: i decided to mix 2 requests into one story because they seemed to harmonise really well! once again, a big shoutout to the requests that were sent to create this story ( 1 & 2 [ the second request of anon #2 also played a big part in this storyline, but i'll be posting the message in the next part because of spoilers!!!!!] )!
part 3 to be released in the future! ( i don't wanna say "soon" bc it took me forever to publish this chapter )
mature content. 18+. minors do not interact.
as you lay in bed with captain levi, drawing hearts with your fingertip into the skin of his bare back that faces you, you wonder if time itself can truly heal your scars. the pad of your finger traces over textured skin every time you pass by a healed scratch or gash ( there's plenty on the captain's entire body ) and you see that time doesn't actually heal. it just patches things up to be acceptable, but never the same.
you love levi and he loves you, too. you no longer feel like you belong to the jealousy and greed he's harboured over the past few years; you truly belong to him as a person, not just property. will this suffice as time passes or is this feeling, too, just a temporary fix for the problems you've encountered with him in the past?
you clearly remember the day when commander erwin stomped into the girls' sleeping quarters and had to watch captain levi slowly pull out of you and shove himself back into his pants ( shamelessly, you might add ). instead of blowing up in front of the entirety of the soldiers, the two of them went upstairs to have a civil discussion instead, in which levi counted out and named the cadets that erwin has meddled with since he was put into power. there weren't many, but there was more than the one ( you ) that captain levi ended up with. with the commander's blessing ( read: tolerance ), the captain was happy to have your things moved to his room where you would be allowed to stay during your time as a cadet.
though there was bliss emanating from the both of you, an obstacle that made itself too well known not too long after was the fragility of human life. even with captain levi's presence, the number of close calls was much too high. there were bigger, more important things that captain levi had to prioritise than you when you're out in battle, but he ended up jeopardising them a few times in order to save your life.
a rather ruinous injury in the battlefield had you assigned to bedrest for a month and levi was almost foaming at the mouth as he argued with his commander for hours to retire you. calmly, commander erwin argued that if you weren't part of the survey corps, your presence would no longer be required at the headquarters, so a compromise was met: you were given the title of an honorary survey corps member and you were henceforth a glorified maid. it was clear from the start that fighting titans wasn't sustainable for you and, if anything, you're almost relieved, elated even, about your injury. the only way you'll find yourself in 3d manoeuvre gear again is if there really were no more soldiers left to fight, so death can only come if there was a titan invasion that reached all the way to the survey corps headquarters.
with your new title, it was all too easy to learn how to meet your lover's standards. you were someone who enjoyed cleaning ( the alternative was much worse ) — no groaning or dragging feet when asked to wipe down his office or any other room for that matter. not only were you willing, you were good at it, and these two features are not often found together. if he thought he loved you before...
"stop it. it.. feels weird." a groggy voice washes away the reminiscing and you can't help but smile as you lean in and press a kiss to levi's shoulder.
"why do you have such an aversion to saying it tickles?" in the past, you've tried moving your fingertips along his sides, even going so far as to test his feet, armpits, and tummy, too — but to no avail would he ever admit that he's ticklish.
"because it doesn't, brat." he turns over and, contrary to his annoyed voice, his eyes are warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "just because you're ticklish doesn't mean everyone is."
the rolling of your eyes is so easily suspected and he combats it by pressing his lips against yours, scooting closer so he can have your chest flush against his. ever since you've moved in, levi enforced a policy of sleeping nude for easier access each night and morning. the only time he ever thought about retracting it was when you were too comfortable in your bare state and opened the door like that for commander erwin — he left levi's room without even saying what he came to discuss and his cheeks burning bright red.
"should i also start tickling you now to see how you react, sweetheart?" his long fingers reach up to hover above your neck, but you're already cringing and wailing for him to stop. muffling a smug laugh, he replaces his fingertips with his mouth instead and leans in to grab a patch of skin with his teeth where he noticed your usual purple and pink faded to light green, suckling down on it as he trails his fingertips along your protruding clavicle, then down to your chest where he gropes at your plentiful flesh with a soft groan.
"don't you have some drills to oversee?" you mutter with no intention of actually letting him leave; you know damn well he doesn't care about having to watch a bunch of sweaty kids exercise. as if your body's been trained ( it may as well have been with how frequent your escapades with levi are ), you part your legs to wrap one around both of his and pull him closer until you can grind your leaking slit against his thigh. the warm and wet feeling forces a growl to build in his chest and he wastes no time in grabbing a handful of your ass this time, nails digging into the plush skin.
"yes, but i think the drilling you and i are thinking of are quite different," he murmurs against your damp skin. "besides, you wouldn't want me out there frustrated and still horny, do you? imagine how much more running i'll make the cadets do, just to watch—" you cut him off with a sneaky squeeze to his tip and he only laughs in response, somehow entertained by the idea of him being creepy.
"you're so mean sometimes... do you like it when i get jealous or something?" but you already know the answer. though he'd never entice those feelings from you to the same degree he did before, he likes seeing you nestle against him like your rubbing will mark him, or the way your hand squeezes tighter when you two walk by christa; not to mention how much more enthusiastic your hips are when you ask to be on top that night when these things happen.
levi only offers you a knowing grin and he pulls back so you can see it, pushing your shoulder down to keep you flat on the bed as he kisses the tip of your nose. he stares into your eyes for a moment, enjoying the proximity and tenderness of getting to be with you like this. his breath is tangible on your mouth too and you lean up to steal a kiss, earning you another wide smile before he trails kisses down the expanse of your chest, stomach, then the area just above your folds.
oh, he loves stalling and watching you become riled up underneath him. his hands grab the outside of your thighs and he scoots back so he's on his knees, but his torso is close to the bed, head resting on the inside of one of your legs. he's so close, but he's denying you any chance to actually feel him where you're starting to need it the most.
"levi," you grumble, reaching a feeble hand out to try and grab his hair, but it gets shot down in an instant. his eyes are locked on to your puffy slit and the way your nectar glistens with the help of the warm sunlight that illuminates it — the most tempting meal he's ever laid eyes on.
not a second longer is he able to resist, so he indulges himself and dips his head to lick a thick stripe from the bottom of your cheeks, all the way up to your hooded clit, making sure the very tip of his tongue lingers against the sensitive nerves. already, you're squirming and clenching your fists by your side, your lips whispering little pleas of more, more, more. though he acts as if your words and cute little antics fall on deaf ears and blind eyes, he can't hide the way his cock twitches and starts to drip onto his sheets, nor the way his nails start to dig into your skin as he laps his way down to the origin of your sweet honey. his lewd slurps are embarrassingly loud and his accompanying moans are as well, sounding more like he's stumbled upon a world renowned chef's cooking, but your noises are no longer held back and challenge his as your back arches so you lean your hips forward just a bit more to have the tip of his nose press against your throbbing clit.
a large hand hits the side of your ass before he presses down harshly on your tummy to keep you down; he's in control right now. despite not meeting his eyes, you can feel his glare and you try to look anywhere else, but he won't relent unless you give in — you know this. the lifting of his face is felt instantaneously and you panic to look at him now, and only when your eyes meet does he lower himself back down to continue licking up each drop of your slick. this time, his tongue delves inside of you and it's velvet against velvet, the vibrations of his feral moans only driving you closer and closer to ecstasy. the palm on your stomach disappears until all you feel are a few rough fingertips that trail up and down the expanse of your torso to elicit goosebumps as he devours you deeper and more sloppily. his spit is no longer controllable as it mixes with your juices and he finally brings his other hand to press a thumb against your clit, skillfully rubbing it in the circles you taught him to draw months ago.
your release comes suddenly and without warning, but your screams and his name coming off your lips at such a volume make him forgive you right away, his mouth still working on the new influx of your sweet juice until he's satisfied and you're no longer at risk of dripping onto his bed ( not that it matters when he's been ruining it himself ).
"good girl," he murmurs, pushing himself up on his knees whilst wiping his mouth with his wrist. the sun shines from behind in such a way that has him absolutely glowing, as if he's surrounded by an aura; if he asked you right now what you think god looks like, you'd answer that it must be him. isn't levi your god anyways when you worship every inch of him and blindly follow his laws without complaint?
the compliment makes your cheeks burn even deeper with scarlet and you smile down at him, elbows propped up and holding the brunt of your weight with your chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath.
levi shifts to move his back against the wall so his legs are spread out and feet are almost touching the long edge of the bed ( it's adorable that his legs aren't long enough to reach the end, but you'd never say it out loud ).
"c'mere, sweetheart," he coos for you, patting his thick and muscled thighs with his palms to show you your seat. without another thought, your achy joints move to obey so you're straddled on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck. almost instantly, your face finds the crook of his neck and nuzzles for warmth and comfort, his musky smell almost intoxicating, even after all this time you've spent together. his cock is weeping as it slaps against your tummy and he moves his palm around it in uneven strokes, filling the room with the wet sounds of his indecent act, but it only makes you hungrier for him. you want — no, you need it.
"levi, please," you whisper. even from down here, you can feel the way his jaw tenses with his all-too-wide smile — he wants to hear more. "please fuck me... i miss you! it's been too long and i want you to make me feel full. didn't you say you wanted to fill me with your child? this time is it, i know it. god, please—"
it's only been a few hours since he was last inside of you, but the way you still crave him and are willing to let him achieve his wildest dreams with you makes you irresistible to him. the growl in his chest is riveting and your mouth parts even before he enters you, but when he does, you're in the perfect disposition to whimper out his name. time and time again, he fills you to the brim and even tries to go deeper until his tip is kissing the entrance of your cervix, his cock's crown creating a tiny, but visible bulge at the bottom of your tummy, and yet, your walls create an iron vice that tests his self-control and the pressing urge to just spill inside of you — this time is no different.
in no time at all, sweat mats his bangs to his forehead and he’s panting hard. his fingers are bruising around your hips and he loves the colour that blooms in the shape of his phalanges every so often, today most likely being one of them. each push inside of you is another sound of a wet slap that ricochets off the wooden walls, barely doing anything to cover up his animalistic grunts and your pathetic whimpers. shaking, your palms snake their way to his full cheeks and you lift them up just a bit so he takes the hint to let his eyes meet yours. once they do, you smile and lean in for a sweet kiss, letting your hips move to the rhythm of his whilst he swallows each of your lewd moans. he’s close already, but he doesn’t want to let go of you or pull away from your suffocating heat; tightening his thighs and pressing his feet into the mattress, he wraps an arm around your waist to lift you up and lay you down on the bed, all while keeping himself buried inside of you.
now that you’re beneath him, a wicked smile turns his lips crooked and he lifts each of your legs to have them bend, the backs of your thighs against his chest and your calves on his shoulders. essentially folding you as far as you can go, he begins to piston in and out of you once more, a possessive hand resting on your stomach.
“that’s right, my angel. this is the day we start to see your belly grow. what’re we gonna name the little brat?” he sounds so amused, but the way he clenches his teeth and furrows his brows are a telling sign that he’s about to finish. you only want to assist and make it all the better, to make his words come true, so you loop your arms around your thighs to spread them wider and keep them closer to you, offering every last millimetre of yourself that you can. once again, your zeal proves to him that there’s no one greater in this world deserving of him or all the potential children he's about to spill into you. one final slam of his hips against yours, his heavy balls hitting the curve of your ass as he empties them inside of you sends him falling on top of your chest, his moist forehead pressed to the bed. you can actually feel the throbbing of his tip and the pool that drowns your clenched velvet walls as he spurts every last drop he can ( it’s a miracle that he has anything left, let alone so damn much, when you consider just how often you two are intimate ), allowing you to milk him for all he’s worth.
“oh, fuck,” he mutters, the feeling of your mixed juices growing uncomfortable when he thinks he can actually notice every drop that drips down the line of your ass and onto his once pristine sheets. with a deep inhale, he ( reluctantly ) pulls out of you and you whine in response to the emptiness, but he’s quick to shush you as he quickly plugs two of his fingers inside instead, fucking his cum deeper and more thoroughly inside of you. “waste not, want not.”
you understand that his goal is to actually put a baby in you, but your insatiable core starts to heat up again with the way his fingertips must be purposely brushing against that special spot buried inside of you — a single chuckle from him is the telltale sign that you’re actually right. the devil he is, he decides to pursue one more sweet orgasm from you and continues to scissor his digits, feeling the resistance of your cavern, which boggles him; he just had you stretched to the size of his notable girth and yet, you were still so fucking tight. there's no time to waste ( he can hear the cadets asking where the captain is outside ) and he pumps in and out of you quickly, lingering his calloused fingertips against your bundle of nerves as he also works your clit with the pad of his thumb. your breath grows quicker and he relishes in the sight of your tits bouncing with each exhale as you buck your hips, desperate for release.
"that's right, sweetheart. unwind on my fingers." on command, you squeeze around him, almost unbearably so, and you hear a groan from him mix in with your loud keening. he watches with utter excitement as you spurt onto the bed and make an absolute mess for him. "that's my girl."
his beloved sheets are an absolute mess, but so is his angel, and that's all he could've asked for on a sunny sunday morning.
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after a peaceful hour and some of laying on the filthy bed together, an obnoxiously loud knock at the door turns levi's serene smile into a hostile grimace and he kisses your forehead before he hops out of bed, dressing himself because he knows exactly who it is ( if it was erwin, he wouldn't mind opening the door nude with your juices still glistening on him ).
"what, shitty glasses?"
hange's face is uncharacteristically pale and she stutters, uncomfortable with whatever is she's supposed to spit out.
"is she here?" she tries to lean around to see if you're present and when she catches a glimpse of your foot or arm or whatever it is on the bed, she pulls levi out of the room by his shirt collar. "you have to come with me. now."
the captain doesn't even get to bid you a good day before the door is slammed shut, but you're smiling anyways. it wasn't unlike hange to drag whoever was closest into her dungeon to showcase the latest results of her titan experiments.
with a big stretch and clicking joints, you get up to start your day, too. the headquarters was such a big building with only one person hired to clean ( unless captain levi knew a guest was coming or in 'a mood' ), leaving you with little to no free time when the other cadets were hard at work, too. you always start with levi's office and work your way up, then back down to the shared spaces for the cadets. today, just like every other day, you're off to start the cozy routine you've created.
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levi now comprehends why hange looked as if she had seen a ghost and he only mirrors the lack of blood in his features right now. he's actually seeing a ghost, listening to it speak utter nonsense with the intent to haunt him.
"don't you remember what you told me? what you promised me? our child growing up with humanity's strongest soldier as a father and a noblewoman as a mother! it's going to be the most envied child inside the walls! oh, and that property that we talked about, too? my father kicked off all the people living on it and it's been cleaned thoroughly so we can start our family there any day now, you just say the word!" she drones on in her irritatingly peppy tone about nonsense that would never come true, about a reality that levi would rather die than live in. this isn't what he wanted and he was admittedly the irresponsible one for thinking he could get away with it. "and besides, it'll be good for you and the survival of the survey corps! maybe you can be promoted to commander, too! the king said he was itching to get rid of the survey corps before my father told him about us...."
ever since he fucked the stranger on the night of the military ball, permanently on his shoulders was the heavy weight of guilt from his actions and the way he handled things. though he told her that they probably wouldn't see each other again, she didn't seem to get the hint, even with so many unopened letters that levi refused to acknowledge or reply to. every time you'd see the envelope addressed to him, you'd see the pain in his eyes as he crumpled it up and tossed it in the garbage bin and you— you. you've been as sweet as ever, comforting him and telling him that you forgive him for his unfathomable actions. you'd kiss his lips just as lovingly, suck his soul out of his cock like your life depended on it, and still hold him close as you drift to sleep. it took a bigger toll on you to worry and start an argument where there was no victor, so you learned to comfort him and watch him unwind, watch your mercy make him love you more and try harder to be deserving of your soft heart.
he doesn't want to think about how actually seeing this woman might make all of that go away — make you go away. as if her physical presence wasn't enough, the ever so visible bump where her stomach is is... upsetting. levi feels sick to his stomach and he can already see the never ending tears streaming down your cheeks when you realise that he has a baby, just not with you. his will to live just plummeted underground and he wants nothing to do with this entire situation.
"anyways," he hopes to god that at least hange was paying attention while he was contemplating how to get eaten by a titan during the next expedition, "i'll be back in a week or so with the official letter and papers for our marriage, levi. signed by the king and everything! i'll see you then and don't forget to put on your best suit because my father will be here, too." she reaches a hand out to try and hold his, but before there's any skin to skin contact, he already feels like he's been burnt, whipping his hand away from her as quickly as possible.
"don’t come back," is all he offers her and he pushes the chair he's on with an achingly loud scraping noise, turning away before she even makes a move to actually leave or come closer. he turns the knob, but sees that there was no need — the door wasn't actually closed — and he slams the wood open as far as it can go, as hard as he can. on his first step out of hange's stuffy office, he sees your face, also devoid of colour and your hands gripping a feather duster to the point of your knuckles turning white.
as if things couldn't get worse.
you don't even look at him, only a far, far object that you can't even really see, but god, anything to avoid meeting his eyes. even as he grabs your face, shakes you a little bit, and shoves his face into your vision, your eyes don't focus, as if your soul had left your body.
"hey. please talk to me." still nothing. levi doesn't care that the foul woman only a few feet away can see as he tries to kiss you, like you're some cursed princess and he's the only way to turn you back into a human. "sweetheart," he whispers, the desperation oozing from his voice so tangible.
is this it? does he lose you forever?
"baby, look at me." his voice cracks and you've never heard him so heartbroken before, it brings your body to wrap around him out of instinct more than anything, gaze finally finding his. "how much of that did you get?"
still too stunned to actually speak or fully comprehend what's going on, you shrug your shoulders because you truly, really don't know. moisture gathers in your eyes without you even noticing and only when levi's rough thumbs wipe them away do you realise that you've been crying.
"it's nothing — she's nothing. you're the only one that matters to me." his small frame starts trembling and the hold his hands have on you is becoming to grow painful. "if i can't have a future with you, all my work so far has been for nothing. it has to be you for me, no one else." he's pouring out his heart and reaffirming the idea that the only future he sees is with you; these are words he's sleepily murmured to you as you drift to sleep, especially on days when you'd feel inadequate, but they don't comfort you as they once did. how could they when you see the end of all things good for you and the captain in that room? the protective hands on her stomach and sick, twisted smile that's pointed directly at you. levi might've used her to forget you, but she came back to ensure that you're the one forgotten.
"i... have to go," your voice sounds foreign to you and when you pull away from him, it’s as if you can still feel his presence on your cheeks and, oh, how you dearly wish it was still there. you’re not even sure where to go or where you can go without him breaking the door in to hold you, but you try anyways. the fear of footsteps being right behind you disappears as you run down the stairs and when you realise that no one’s chasing after you, you’re not sure if you’re glad that levi’s giving you space or if you’re upset that he isn’t fighting enough by letting you roam free. the dissonance doesn’t last very long with the image of the woman’s stomach holding her child — levi’s child — becomes the only thing you can think of as you quietly sob to yourself in the corner of the empty dining hall, broken down and holding your knees to your chest.
the pain of your heart clenching is almost unbearable and you think to how levi promised you similar things with you, too: getting married ( he talked about it being just a piece of paper, since he already knew he was bonded to you for life ), having children, and hopefully having enough stability in the future to retire and live on a quiet piece of farmland. your palms fall to your stomach and your lower lip trembles as your blurry vision sees the expanse of your body that levi claimed and sowed, but wasn’t able to reap. your head leans against the wall and you stare at the lines of tables beside you, blinking and breathing growing slower as you berate yourself with thoughts of not being good enough to have levi’s child and not loving him enough, allowing the woman to think that she had any authority to waltz in here, demanding levi’s hand in marriage. the last thing you ask yourself before you drift off is if the bliss you’ve felt in the past few months was worth the agonising pain you’re feeling now... and you aren’t sure what your answer is.
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it isn’t clear how long you’ve been asleep, but your ass is sore and your joints ache as your limbs spread out on top of the arms that carry you so easily. slowly, your lids flutter open and you see a mess of blond hair, along with the sharp features of the commander as he climbs up the stairs with you in his hold as if you were nothing more than a sack of flour.
“s-sir?”
“i couldn’t leave you on the floor like that. what would levi say if he found you instead of me?” his voice is gruff as he shoves the door of his room open and sets you down on his bed. rather than pacing like he wants to, he crosses his arms over his broad chest as he takes a seat on the chair for his desk adjacent to his bed, his posture immaculate. “he’s gotten himself into quite the predicament, i heard.”
you want to tell him that he’s right and that it’s such a shitty situation that levi himself created, and to tell him the jumbled mess of thoughts that bounce around in your head, but you can’t. you’re still frozen in place, only having moved to rest your back against the wall to sit up and face him.
“what do you want him to do?” erwin knows that silence might be the only thing to come from you for a while, so he gets comfortable, folding one leg over the other as he leans back and relaxes just a bit. “if he goes with his heart, it’ll be the end of the survey corps and we’ll be left to join the military police, achieving nothing until we’re all eaten by titans... but if he does the logical thing, he’ll save us all, but live an unhappy life.” he muses to himself, expression growing amused.
even after hearing what hange had to say, he never had time to dissect the issue out loud — how could he when levi started breaking anything and everything fragile within his reach? for now, the small man was sedated with a small dose of tranquiliser for the horses, his brows furrowed, even in a forced state of unconsciousness; an extreme that hange never thought she'd have to execute on levi of all people.
you break your silence with a faint whisper that erwin struggles to hear.
“i know what he has to do... but i don’t want to live without him, sir.” slowly, as if your limbs were frozen and you’re slowly able to break the ice that kept you from moving, you hug your knees to your chest again, resting your chin on top of your folded legs. “am i being selfish?” the answer is obvious, but perhaps you just need someone who personifies the voice of reason to tell you it.
“by definition, yes; you’re being quite selfish. isn’t it levi’s and your feelings versus the fate of humanity sitting in your palm? two versus many thousands.” the commander switches his legs and raises a hand to stroke his chin in between his fingers. “though, i will admit that levi’s work ethic might plummet and there’s a very big possibility that he’ll charge straight into a hoard of titans just to avoid returning home. that wouldn’t be very good, either.”
you nod in agreement to every word he uttered because he’s right. when is the commander ever wrong?
“go talk to him.” erwin stands now and pushes the chair back into its original place, stalking towards you and helping you off his bed with a gentle hand. “make sure you and levi have a final answer, and if things don’t turn out the way you want them to, you can come to me. this is the one room levi wouldn’t dare try to break into.”
“thank you, sir,” you mutter, offering a faint smile as you leave the cosy confines of the commander’s room and to the icy, dark one at the end of the corridor. you predict that you’ll be knocking on erwin’s door again soon enough.
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the first thing you notice when you open the door is the amount of porcelain and books that litter the wooden floor. none of the items seem to be your things though, so you’re hoping that all this anger he was letting out isn’t pointed at you. the next thing you see is levi’s body laid out on the bed, fully clothed — very unlike him.
with careful footing, you make your way over to the bed and climb in beside him. as much as your chest seems to be in an indefinite state of pain and that this will only prolong it, you want to indulge, even just for one more moment. your arms snake around his thin waist and you rest your head on his shoulder as your eyes begin to weep without any command.
the feeling of your trembling body is enough to have him snap out of his nightmare and he looks down at you with the slightest bit of confusion.
“sweetheart,” he breathes, wrapping you up in his arms immediately. “i had the worst dream ever...” when you meet his eyes, he sees the red rimming yours and his brows furrow immediately. who made you cry? and slowly, the memories of smashing everything of his in sight comes back, the meeting with hange and erwin, with hange and that disgusting whore. he grows dizzy instantly, but his hold on you never falters. "sweetheart," he whispers again.
begrudgingly, you pull away and sit up with your legs crossed underneath you, fingers linked together and thumbs twiddling.
"levi... you know what you have to do," you mumble, but you don't agree with your own words. you're putting on a brave face for him because he needs it; he's weak. "it doesn't make sense to let everyone eventually die because of what you want."
what he wants, not what 'we' want.
"everyone is going to die eventually. what does it matter if it's sooner than later? what quality of life do humans even have like this? scared to go outside, starving on the streets? if i meet my end without you, i might as well have not lived at all." the anger from earlier prickles up his spine and he sits up with you now. "i need you and i don't care who i have to resist or kill to have you."
he'll fight for you. he'll kill for you. had this been any other turn of events, you would've thought it to be romantic and taken his hand in marriage right then and there.
"what if it's me that doesn't want that ending, though? what if i'm the one that's sending you to be with her because i want to?" oh, but it's so easy to see through your façade when you're sobbing and shaking like you are now. you're lying and it's so fucking obvious.
levi doesn't even acknowledge what you said — it's implausible and not worth expanding upon.
"we'll run away. i'll plan things with erwin so we'll always have gear and a place to stay... he'll help so no one can find us." he hasn't asked this of the commander yet, but the chances of him declining are so slim. "please, i can't live without you... i don't want to raise a child that isn't ours."
"so you'd be okay with letting that baby grow up without a loving father...? how did that work out for you?" the latter inquiry holds a lot more venom than you want it to and you want to indulge him — indulge yourself — by agreeing to the picture he's painting for you, but the intrusive thought of how he just parroted the same promises to some rich woman months ago, then to you, is something you can't ignore. "you... you cheated on me."
the pain that flashes in his eyes is unmistakable. for months, you've refused to talk about it and were adamant on forgiveness, nothing else, but today is the day you finally let him feel the gravity of his sins.
"you hated when i was just dancing with reiner, a friend, but you get to fuck a stranger and expect me to do nothing about it. if reiner was still around," you heard about reiner and his traitorous deeds and the truth about what he is, but you still mourned the loss of a good friend a while back, "would i get to fuck him, too? so we're even? i get to carry his child and marry him?"
you expect anger and even a slap to the face, but you only see the broken eyes of a man who has crumbled.
"i'd kill him. and i will once we catch up to him." his venomous words hold no poison, only defeat.
"then what about commander erwin?" your jaw flexes with tension. "at least we can trust him to take good care of me." it's your voice that's sharp and filled with irritation. "if i get to do the same with commander erwin and you still want me in the end, then i'll leave everything behind to be with you. i won't feel guilty about the child you're abandoning for your own selfish pleasure."
"okay." your eyes widen and you snap your head to the side to look at him, to look for any trace of a joking smile or just anything to see if he's just playing with you. but you're only met with saddened eyes and defeated, slumped shoulders. "i love you. i love you so much, i want to die. but you're right — i got myself into this mess and if those are your conditions, i'll wait. a year, five years, a decade. however long it takes. i'll wait for you, no matter what happens."
to say you're taken aback would be the understatement of the century.... but you're still trembling with unhappiness and you let your heart win over your head as you nod and get off the bed, fully intent on delivering on your promise to 'even things out.' when you've had time to calm down and think about what it is you're doing exactly ( maybe soon when commander erwin laughs at your silly proposal ), you'll find regret in your heart for what you've done. for now, you think yourself as level-headed and you leave the same way you came in, leaving the door to his messy room wide open.
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"commander," you shout for him and knock your aching knuckles against his door impatiently. captain levi is only a few doors down and you know that he can hear what's transpiring.
"back so soon?" comes his deep voice with a rumbling laugh.
the regret you had saved up for later all comes rushing to you now as you twiddle your thumbs and try to think of a way to express whatever deal you made with levi that won't have the commander pushing you back towards the captain's room, demanding that you two just make up like two bickering kids.
"a-actually... there's something i need to talk to you about, sir... about levi and i— we came to a... a compromise." a thick eyebrow raises with curiosity and he ushers you back inside, shutting the door behind you. unknowing if your legs would be able keep from giving out underneath you, you sit on the bed as you did before, legs crossed under you and one hand on each of your knees. "if you could keep your questions until i'm done, sir... i think i'll lose my train of thought rather easily."
erwin nods and stays standing where he is beside the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest as he furrows his brows with concern.
"so... levi said," you're throwing him under the bus when it was your outrageous suggestion, "if i pursue the life he has with the noblewoman with you, and if i still want him after that, we can get back together. i-i'm not sure how far that means," but you can compromise with yourself, can't you? "as in if we have to get married or anything, and if you already have a wife or lover, i'm so sorry for even bringing this up, sir! i didn't— levi didn't really think it through..."
he looks as if he's digesting every word and turning them into sentences in his mind one by one, slowly understanding what levi ( you ) proposed.
"i'm surprised levi didn't mention that he knows i don't have a lover." dread starts to creep up your spine; maybe you should've left the commander out of this. of course he has a lot on his plate already, what good would the addition of more burdens do? "but i will admit, it's not because i'm celibate or abstaining. i've lost any cadet i've had a connection with in battle, so i gave up."
his arms uncross and he starts to kneel on the bed, hands reaching to rest on the mattress at either side of your hips, lips parted in a wide grin. he's close, too close for comfort.
"but i must also tell you that i've wanted a taste ever since levi started telling me about you. he'd tell me how sweet you are on his tongue during meetings about battle. in court, he whispered about how tight you squeeze his cock, even when you aren't cumming." his breath grows ragged and so does yours in response. "when we met with the head of the military police, he sent me a note with all the names you like to be called while being fucked and where to push and pull to have you moan like a bitch in heat."
your lids flutter and all you can smell is him, so manly and intoxicating. you've never thought of commander erwin as more than an authority figure, it's almost dizzying how quickly you're able to adopt him as a physical partner. he's the exact opposite of levi, your first and only: where levi is small, erwin is big, where levi is big, erwin's even bigger. the dark hair in your dreams is now replaced with shining gold and you fall victim to the seducing words of your commander.
"and now, he's conceding? after all that teasing, he's letting his sweet bunny run head first into the lion's den?" erwin lifts himself up to undo his belt, the sound of just the buckle making your thighs clench together. "he must really love you, and now it's my turn to experience why."
his mouth is on yours in an instant and you melt underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he undresses himself until you decide that it's taking too long. clumsy, small fingers undo each knob from its clasp on his shirt, and it takes much longer than if he were to do it alone; his pants and underwear are already messily strewn on the floor ( another difference from levi — the smaller would fold it all neatly ) and he's waiting for you to finish with an amused, patient smile. only when you finish does he grab your wrists to settle them on your lap so he can shrug his shirt off himself, revealing broad shoulders and a torso filled with scars similar to levi's.
commander erwin is absolutely breathtaking in his naked glory, each of his flexing muscles bulging and just begging for you to worship them with your mouth.
"god," you whisper mindlessly. he's mesmerising without having to do anything.
the corners of his lips twitch with the urge to spread wider; it's been a while since he's had an intimate moment or heard himself being revered the way he likes. the sudden confession he made of wanting a taste of you was entirely true. it was difficult to watch you walk in the hallways without purposely inhaling deeper to take in your scent, to keep himself from asking levi if you tasted just as heavenly today when he'd come into a meeting with your nectar still staining his chin, both of your faces bright red.
erwin is a wise man; he won't take this moment for granted when levi could burst in at any moment to take you away.
"now let's see if the little one was exaggerating or not," his voice is playful, as is the gleam in his eyes, when he leans in to press his lips to yours. instantly, your lids flutter and you wrap your dainty arms around his neck to pull him closer, mouth parting to let him in, to let him wash away any trace of levi you'd had lingering on you. each flick of his tongue has you moaning underneath him and he picks you up so easily, resting your back on the bed so he's hovering over you, almost swallowing you up. the heat that pools in your stomach, in between your legs, is undeniable.
where levi's taste was sweet, the commander is heartier, as if levi was a freshly baked cake and erwin was a home-cooked meal fit for soldiers. levi would send you into a state of intoxicated dizziness, but erwin sends adrenaline rushing through your veins instead.
"sir," you breathe out in between loud, wet kisses, his large hands unclasping your buttons with much more fervour and accuracy than you did his. "a-are you sure?" but the question is more directed at yourself than him, and any resistance you've held on to slips away with your shirt and flimsy bra, to the floor with his discarded clothing as well.
"i think we're past formalities if we're soon to be wed, aren't we, darling? daddy doesn't mind." the single word has your head spinning and he takes this chance to slip off your pants and underwear off the long expanse of your legs, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.
"daddy," your voice is a whisper and you throw the word out to give it a taste, see how it moulds on your tongue. it doesn't feel right at first, but when you see the beaming grin on erwin's face, you tell yourself that it's perfect. "daddy, i really... really want to feel you."
erwin knows that preparation is necessary, especially when dealing with someone of his girth and size, but your quiet begging, the title, the irresistible sight of you on his messy bedsheets... all the feedback he's gathered through a slew of previous partners gets thrown out the window as he lets lust overtake him. if anything, he'll have to blame levi for speaking of you in such a lewd manner so openly, making erwin's curiosity crash through the roof.
he only nods in response, a hand grabbing at the base of his length so he can give it a couple of steady strokes until he's ready to press against your dripping slit. as much as he knows that he has to prep you, make sure you're ready to take him, the temptation of your ring of muscle squeezing around his tip has his mask of self control faltering and he pushes into you crassly, the hand wrapped around his base steadying itself on your hip for balance.
the guttural moan that slips from his mouth makes your eyes fly up to meet his eyes that've rolled into the back of his head. with your small hands, you grab on to his biceps and dig your nails into his skin, lower lip caught in between your teeth as you hold back grunts of slight pain; he's big and you're sure that no amount of prior foreplay could've prepared you enough to take him without the burning sensation that paints you from the inside out right now.
"just like heaven," erwin murmurs to himself. he sits inside of you, tip already kissing your cervix, and once his shoulders are no longer tense, he returns his gaze to you and cups your cheek with a large, calloused hand. "you alright, darling?"
you nod just once, despite the tears that've yet to dry at your waterline.
"levi wasn't exaggerating in the least, sweetheart," he mumbles again, the mention of the onyx-haired man just a few doors away making your heart twinge with guilt — you've ruined yourself; you're not just his anymore....but it's what he deserves, right? critical thinking is an inaccessible skill at the moment and the pang of apologetic feelings flutter away when the commander — your commander — starts to move his hips, pumping in and out of you at his own brutal pace.
the sound of the headboard rocking against the wall is thunderous, as opposed to the creaks you're used to, and so are erwin's moans of your name over and over.
crystal blue eyes bore into yours, rendering you helpless as your limbs melt into jelly ( maybe the feeling of him pressing urgently into that spongy bundle of nerves inside of you have to do with it, too ). his stare is so intense and you feel as if you've never been so bare before, giving the entirety of your self to your commander, and he takes everything you have to offer.
his pearly whites grind together with sweat beading and dripping down his temple as he finds purchase on both your hips with both of his bruising hands.
"i'm gonna fill you up, doll," he grits out and his hips piston against yours, sending your back arching and vision fuzzy with the merciless pounding against the most sensitive corner of your clenched walls.
"d-daddy— oh, god," is all you can get out, nails digging into his arms once more as you feel yourself tighten around him, and with one last thrust inside of you, you can feel him spill inside just as you reach completion and become undone, like a ribbon on a present. toes clenched and back arched, sweat creating a slick dew on your entire body — erwin swears he's never seen a sight so perfect and wills himself to commit what lies underneath him to memory.
"fucking beautiful," he whispers, chest heaving with deep breaths. slowly, he slips out of you, not without a groan, and you feel the loss instantly, clamping your legs together with embarrassment.
the bed thumps and bounces beside you as the commander lays beside you on his side, a serene smile you've never seen before graced on his lips.
"so, did i convince you to take levi up on that offer?" weren't you the one that came here to persuade him?
your eyes fight the cloud of drowsiness that, as per usual, takes over you post-orgasm, blinking slowly, but hard to keep yourself awake as much as you can.
"yes, sir," you mumble sleepily, back to the honourifics once again. the sound of commander erwin's rumbling laugh is the last thing you hear as you descend into a heavy sleep, the faint image of levi's broken expression painting the back of your eyelids before everything fades to black.
Here's my request: Levi and his s/o being happily together until one day, Levi has to marry a girl for the greater good of Humanity. I just want a lot of angst, a good ending is much appreciated though! Thank you!
yes!!!! i hope you don't mind that i'm getting to this MONTHS LATER and also, i fused it with another existing story because i thought it meshed well together. a happy ending what i plan for it by the time the series is finished, so hang on just a little while longer, please!!!!
I see that you're going to adapt my request as a series. I'm so excited :) ❤️ Thank you for this. I love how much invested you are and how much thought you put into it
omg no no no, thank you!!!!!! i really wouldn't have gotten this far without you <333 i hope that when the entire series is finished, you're satisfied with the result ><!!
