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✥ - Explicit Sexual Content
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please understand that some fics are 7 years old (I was a 15 year old virgin who didn't know shit), which will be marked by a ^, I have recently returned, so I hope you enjoy my recent writing more. English is not my first language so any mistakes on the '^' please don't point it out, I already cry about it when I re-read them.
If you don't see a link to the story it’s because Tumblr took it down but I will be reposting them
Levi Headcannon
The flower shop owner next door *New*
It's not what it looks like:
Levi x K-Star Reader
How it started? With you falling. No, literally falling off the stage into his arms. The media had, had a field day with both of you. But now? Well, his hand wasn't going up your thigh for no reason. It isn't what it looks like... perhaps it's worse...
Chapter I * | Chapter II *| Chapter III * |Chapter IV *
How not to get caught:
You had rules, unspoken rules. Rules that would keep you safe, out of trouble. Rules that would prevent everyone in the Survey Corps from finding out Levi was fucking you all over the base. Rule number one? Noise.
✥ Chapter I - Noise * | 𖥧 Chapter II - Provocation *
Dad Levi:
Charlotte was exactly like her father, stubborn to the core. Even though Levi would never allow her to join the military, she gives him a run for his money. Read as your teenage daughter turns your husbands day completely upside down when he agrees to have her join him for work for a week. Who knew someone other than you could break the Corporals composure so easily.
Little Charlotte and Levi drabbles too
Daughter of Mine - Chapter I * | ⌁ It's Just a Hobby - Chapter II * | A father's duty - Chapter III *
❥ Mini-Me (5 yo Charlotte) *
Dirty Talking:
Modern AU
New York, the city that never sleeps... but I can think of a couple who also prefer staying up all night. Follow the story of you and Levi in a funny One-shot connected story of seducing each other in a different situation. Although your methods are very bold and ... creative, Levi's vengeance doesn't lack imagination either.
Hi 🙋🏻♀️ forgive me if this comes out as rude. Can you make separate masterlists for dad Levi and dirty talking series? You know tumblr becomes glitchy and sometimes it doesn’t show all reblogs. Masterlists are easy to access and shows all the content. It’s ok if you ignore it.
Hello! Not offended at all. Sure I can make like separate posts for each of the sections but I would still leave the master post ✨
This is a repost, Tumblr took down my original post.
Warnings: Rough sex
Summary: Want to know what rough is? Ask Levi.
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Rougher is Better
"Fuck"
Levi moaned into your ear as he pulled out. You panted trying to catch your breath while sweat rolled off your skin. What time was it? You turned to look at your alarm clock on the nightstand; in bright red numbers you read 3:44 . Had it really been 3 hours since you started?
"What are you looking at?"
He asked calling back your attention, you responded by smirking and wrapping your legs tighter on his waist brining him even closer. He glared at you and proceeded to look at whatever was on the nightstand that had taken your eyes from him. 'Oh' he thought, and looked down into your eyes again your coy smirk becoming wider. Your hands found their ways to his back and painfully you dug your nails deep into his skin. He frowned.
"Tch, horny brat"
You simply smiled at him you could feel him getting hard again.
"You're not one to judge"
You whispered; your throat extremely soar from moaning, panting and screaming. He grabbed you lifting you quite roughly from the mattress and making you sit on him. As he repositioned you, you felt his hard dick entering you again instantly making you moan and arch your aching body towards him. As soon as you felt the entirety of his shaft inside you, you panted. He thrust his hips forward.
"a-aHHH"
You said involuntarily while throwing your head back enjoying the feeling it brought; you would never be able to get enough from this man. You brought your head forward meeting his eyes; you bit your lip before starting to hump his dick. This was by far Levi's favourite position, you got to feel you working to pleasure yourself it was almost as erotic as watching you masturbate. He grabbed your hips and helped you go on a faster pace.
"Fuck, you are so fucking good"
He remarked letting out a muffled moan. Your head was now resting on his shoulder as your hips kept swaying, your pants filling the otherwise silent room. However, you wanted more, you wanted something even rougher so you opened your mouth and bit down into Levi's shoulder blade. To this he fingers dug into your ass, separating it a giving him more space to fill you. Now it was your nails that began working, this was going to leave scars.
"Ah-ahhhh ah ah ahhhh Moreeeeee~"
That did it, Levi slammed your hips together making him pant faster and faster he would feel you getting there.
"Say my name"
He ordered. You were left at his mercy, you loved this side of him, not wasting a second you complied to his every whim.
"Levi"
You began moaning again.
"Leevi"
His thrust going faster and harder every time you said his name.
"Levii!"
You couldn't stop his name from rolling out your mouth; it flowed so naturally like water.
"LEVI!"
You screamed and came for the fifth time that day. You could feel him close too. He went faster and until he too came inside you filling you up even more than what he had already done not 40 minutes before. You looked down at your connected parts; semen was dripping onto your thighs. He looked down too and smirked. You collapsed into his arms your eyes droopy with exhaustion. You literally could not feel your legs anymore.
"Finally satisfied?"
He asked holding your body closely. You hummed in response, you heard him chuckle and the vibration from his throat. He kissed the nape of your neck lightly sucking it while he laid you back on the mattress. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck not permitting him to separate himself from you.
"I like you inside me"
You commented on his ear while he pulled out from you once again. He unwrapped your arms from him and proceeded to pin them above your head with one hand.
"Are you trying to make me hard again?"
He said with his mouth on your neck nibbling on it lightly.
"Maybe"
You responded turning your head right to allow him more space.
"If you do. I'll make fucking sure you can't walk for the next two days"
He warned and bit harshly earning an exquisite sound from you.
"Levi, I won't be able to walk already, fuck me again"
You said opening your already numb legs for him to position himself in the middle again.
"Fucking brat, I'll show you what it feels like not to be able to move"
He said taking one of your already bruised nipples between his teeth.
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Apples
It felt nice
There was a faint breeze today. It was refreshing especially after morning practice. It was a warm day but the breeze felt cool and soft against sweaty skin.
Today was not special, there wasn’t anything particular happening in HQ or in town. But, perhaps, that’s what made it a good day. How many days did he have that were normal? Never, that’s when.
He wasn’t complaining. He had grown up in chaos, his day-to-day life had consisted of planning, strategizing making sure he could live another day. Even now, his life hadn’t changed, he still planned, strategize and still had to make sure he lived yet another day. So between the gentle breeze and the bright blue sky, he sat down and inhaled the cooler air.
He chugged the remaining water of his flask. The invigorating liquid reviving his insides. It had been a long uninteresting morning. It felt nice.
The bushes behind him shook, the muted rustling calling him- urging him to look up. He smelled it. Apples.
He looked up, there you were, smiling. Your hair twisting itself betwixt the breeze. You weren’t looking at him, simply smiling down at an open book on your hands, a pale dress whooshing on the side softly and barely being lifted by the wind.
Apples. He was sure it was you. Perhaps your shampoo, but it was there. He could smell the faint scent of summer apples lingering. So faint, so soft, anyone else could have missed it. Anyone, but him.
You turned your book’s page, the page susurration foreign against its surroundings, yet, it felt natural as if it was always meant to belong. Like you, sitting, your eyes looking down at the worn down pages.
Apples.
He could still pick up the scent if he tried.
It was sweet, not sweet like peaches or flowers but, mellowed and subtle.
Apples were his favourite fruit.
He had never had a favourite anything.
Between his chaos and unimportance, nothing had seemed valuable enough for him to prefer it. But apples... apples were now his favourite everything.
Ok, I know I’m behind on my requests but hell i just wrote this mini drable called Apples and I couldn’t have written a more fluffy thing (except perhaps if Charlotte was involved)
It’s about Levi seeing you for the first time. It’s coming today at 7 ✨
Lime! Levi x Reader - How not to get caught - Provocation
Warnings: Chocking, at times dominant and submissive behaviour, provocation
Summary: You had rules, unspoken rules. Rules that would keep you safe, out of trouble. Rules that would prevent everyone in the Survey Corps from finding out Levi was fucking you all over the base. Rule number two? Don't provoke the Captain.
Thank you to @animelover-vashi and @levischlongpegger for beta reading
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Provocation
Chapter II
It was the crack of dawn; the sun had barely shown its face and you were barely up and not really ready to greet it. You rubbed your eyes, a little unceremoniously, blinding you for a couple of seconds. You sighed trying to will the tiredness off your bones. Your back was killing you; yesterday you had spent three hours cleaning the hallway that had the Squad Leaders offices and then, some.
“You’re finally up”, a low grumbling voice spoke. You turn opening your eyes just enough to make out his silhouette leaning against the small desk in his bedroom. You hummed a quiet response. “Did you sleep well?”, he asked walking towards your sprawled out figure. You hummed again, making him click his tongue. He wasn’t a fan of your mute responses, but he knew you were still tired and could barely muster enough brain matter to both process what he was saying and answer. “I brewed some tea”, he says settling a cup on the nightstand before sitting gently next to you, making the bed dip towards him. You felt as he tangled his fingers through your hair, combing the locks softly. You pushed your body upwards enough for your head and shoulders to fall on his lap. “Tch”, you heard the vibration through his skin, he sounded displeased, yet, his fingers continued memorising every strand of hair on your head. His fingers felt nice, despite their roughness, he made a point to be soft, as soft as he could. Moments like this, he treated you as if you were a porcelain figurine, one that could break if touched too harshly.
He moved a strand of hair blocking your sleeping face, placing it behind the ear he could see. You looked peaceful, completely at ease. He liked seeing you unguarded. His eyes settled on an angry red mark at the base of your collarbone, his eyes narrowing darkly. “Good”, he thought. It suited you. Not that anyone would see it. No one could see it anyways. Your hand twitched next to his thigh. His eyes fell lower, you were still naked tangled between his sheets. He would never allow anyone to look at you like this. Then, there was a soft knock at his door. His face immediately turning to observed the wooden entrance.
He glared.
Nothing good could come from a knock so early in the morning.
“Tch, who is it?”, he called out, shaking your body lightly. Your eyes opened, still a bit groggy. You looked up to him, his eyes planted firmly at the opposite side of the room. With still half a brain asleep you followed his gaze to the door. “The door?”, you thought a little confused. “It’s Armin, Captain Levi”, a soft voice called from outside Levi’s bedroom.
In an instant your eyes opened wide; panic was written all over your face. You clutched the sheets closer to your body, your heart rate rapidly increasing. “What the hell was Armin doing here?”, you thought unnerved. Levi’s eyes shifted from the door to your face, his eyes narrowing at your expression. Why were you so worried anyway? His fingers stop their movements. “What do you want?”, he said loud enough for the boy outside to hear. Your eyes were still cemented on the door, scared that it would open at any minute and expose you.
Levi didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
“I am on your service today, sir!”, the boy replied quickly. Levi had no doubts he would be standing to attention, even when the boy knew he could not see him. Levi liked Armin, he wasn’t physically strong and still had a long way to go with training but the boy was smart. He was able to grasp strategies and even comment on movements and formation with ease. But at this second, Levi despised Armin.
“Start by cleaning my office”, Levi ordered his tone harsher than what he intended. You still didn’t look at him, making him frown. “Yes Captain!”, Armin responded, soft footsteps echoing away from the door.
You sighed relief flooding through your body. Your head fell again to Levi’s lap and he felt you relax into him. His frown grew. He felt strangely annoyed. “Oi brat”, he growled. “Mmm”, you answered with the same ease as when you first regained consciousness. His eyes narrowed, irritated at your impassiveness. “Get up”, he ordered standing up from his bed. You fell from his lap as he stood, “Why was he so pissed so early in the morning”, you thought stretching your sore body. He observed you, scowling in displeasure. You looked like a cat, your breasts poking from the safety of his sheets. His steel orbs spotting them instantly. There were similar red marks around your nipples. He pressed his lips together watching you as you rolled away from his watchful stare.
He didn’t like you very much at this second either.
“Hurry up and leave before the rest of the cadets wake up”, he said still narrowing his eyes at you. You twisted your head to look at him, your body still facing away from him. “I thought you brewed tea?”, you asked innocently. He pressed his lips again into a line, the sill warm cup of tea sitting on the nightstand. “Tch, Arlert is already up and you want to drink tea?”, he questioned. You propped your body up into a sitting position, your upper half body completely exposed. His eyes could bare graze the curve of your breast before you pulled your legs up to your chest coving your breasts once more. He frowned again. Your arms hugged your legs and you rested your head against your knees, your head sideways looking at Levi. “Can’t we spend a couple of minutes together before I go?”, you asked ignoring his previous question. His frown deepened.
“No, now get up”, he replied harshly. You pouted, disappointed at his response. Normally, you would sneak back into your own dorm but you always made it a point to wake up with enough time to at least spend half an hour in bed with Levi. “Please?”, you asked your eyebrows slanted. He breathed out loudly, placing a knee on the bed, his body leaning towards you. His hand caught your chin between two fingers, pulling it from its resting place. You looked at him, his eyes changing from a steel grey to a darker tone. “Are you defying your commanding officer?”, he asked in a low and husky voice.
You blinked.
He was jealous.
He had acted like this too when Mike had apparently looked at you the wrong way. Or what he described as “Eye fucking you”, because on your free day you had worn a really nice dress to go with your friends to the market.
“And if I am?”, you asked, your eyes mirroring his. His nose flared once. “Try me”, he dared. And then he saw it, that sparkle, a small twinkle in your irises that told him you would dare. “Remember my threat of the supply closet?”, he prompted gripping your face slightly. There had been several, but you knew exactly which one he was talking about.
Keep your fucking mouth quiet before I shove my cock in it and do it for you.
Yeah, that would do it.
“Which one”, you challenged back earning you a dark, deep, growl from his throat. You always provoked him. Always knew what to say or do to get under his skin. He let go of your face, distracting you enough not to react in time when he pushed you flat against his bed with him on top straddling you. You could see the bulge in his pants grow. “One word”, he said threatening you, your hands firmly pinned above you.
Oh, you could say plenty.
You smiled, cockily opening your mouth,
“Make me”
you said, emphasising each word making sure to rub every letter on his face.
You didn’t know how to describe his expression. It was as if a shadow had covered half his face, his eyes glowing with rage. You had stepped into the lion’s den, a hungry, angry lion. He held your hands with one of his, his other one resting at the base of your neck. He was pissed. “I’ll make you alright”, he said viciously, his tone feral animalistic in nature. His fingers tightened on the sides of your neck erasing the cocky smile from your lips. His thumb caressing the nape of your neck, feeling your artery stand to attention. “I’ll fuck your throat raw”, he chastised tightening and untightening his grip. His eyes became more impassive as he watched your chest rise and fall faster with every stroke of his thumb. He let go of your throat instantly earning him an involuntary whimper of protest. “Impatient, little brat”, he said unzipping his pants with one hand. His erection poking out from the rigid material.
Knock knock
Furious, he spun burning with his eyes the entrance door. “Captain”, came a shaky voice. It was Armin, again. “WHAT?”, screamed Levi, his grip tightening on your wrists. “There seems to be a situation”, said the nervous boy. Levi turned, looking at you with narrowed raging eyes. “What is it?”, he screamed out again. His hand returning to your throat. “It seems that (y/n) hasn’t been seen since yesterday, today we had dorm inspections and the girls in her dorm don’t know where she is”, Armin informed, “Captain Erwin wanted to know if you knew where she was”, he asked. Levi clicked his tongue, “Tell Erwin she’s fine”, he called out. His eyes still burning against yours. “Make a noise and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to talk the rest of the day”, Levi warned in a soft low growl. You smiled, “Is that a promise?”, you asked quietly making his eyes narrow. His hand grabbed your face by your cheeks pushing them together so that your mouth formed an ‘o’ like shape, “Don’t tempt me”, he warned harshly letting go of your face.
He sighed, reluctantly letting go of your wrists and then getting off you. “Report to Erwin, tell him I had you clean my supply closet all night”, he said walking towards his bathroom. You stared at him, his back flexing with every movement. You sat up, rubbing your cheeks. He paused, turning his face to the side, his eye-catching your figure, “Don’t think you’ve gotten off the hook”, he growled, slamming the bathroom door shut.
(Lemon!Modern!AU) Levi x Reader - Dirty Talking - Tease
Warning: Mature content
Summary: It's a fresh new day and a fresh new win for Levi.
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It was morning. Six in the morning to be precise. The alarm kept spitting out incoherent sounds.
"Oi, get up", Levi said pushing your legs off himself.
"no", you mumbled picking up a pillow and putting it on your face. Your head felt like it was splitting open, your body felt like it was breaking. You couldn't even open your eyes, not even if you wanted to.
"Shitty brat", Levi grumbled removing the pillow from your face and lowering himself to inspect you.
"This is what you get for drinking", he whispered in your ear. You simply whimpered in disapproval and turn yourself away from him. "Tch, running away?", he questioned pulling you to face him again. You grumbled still half asleep. "I want to sleep", you pleaded still unable to open your eyes. "Get up", he repeated shaking your shoulder. "Whyyyy", you complained turning to huddle against yet another pillow. "You're not going to get up", he said, sighing loudly. You relaxed feeling his weight leave the bed, you were safe, "Finally some sleep", you thought snuggling further into the pillow.
Last night had been... something.
He not only fingered you in public but ripped your very expensive dress and ate you out in his car and if that wasn't enough, he fucked you in the parking lot too. He had at least given you his dress shirt and carried you to the apartment.
"Oi, I said", you suddenly heard him at the foot of the bed and just as suddenly your legs were yanked down towards him. "AHH!", you screamed your eyes flying open. "Get up", he finished, still holding both your ankles. You felt your heart in your throat. You were wide awake now. "Ey! What the hell", you complained, looking up to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt. You swallowed some saliva. Your hands reached up to touch your heart. Fuck, he had given you a heart attack. He stood there, amused expression in display with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "We're going to be late", he informed finally forcing you to use your elbows as support to look up to him. "Wa?", you managed to ask earning you an eye roll from his part. "We have the Company getaway?", he said sarcastically. "So get up", he said pulling your legs a little more.
"Let go you- you- hound!", you said wiggling your legs. His right eyebrow cocked up, quizzically looking at you. You looked up to him realising what you had said. "A dog?", he asked eyebrows still up. You looked side to side thinking of an excuse, anything to say to defend yourself, "I-umm-I mean- ummm", you incoherent tried. "I can put you in fours if that's what you're asking", he taunted, tightening his grip on your ankles. "Shit", you thought trying even harder to free yourself. "I should punish you more for last night", he said in a dangerously low tone. And, God damn you if you didn't know that tone. He was going to rearrange your organs if you didn't do anything about it.
"You ruined my dress, wasn't that enough", you said frowning at the memory. You had really liked the dress. Plus, you looked amazing in it. "Stupid jealous Levi", you thought pouting.
But, Levi... Levi didn't find you cute, instead, he frowned back at you splitting open your legs. "Eepp", you said watching him kneel on the bed his hands on each side of your abdomen. "You can wear whatever you dress you want", he said climbing further into the bed, his body hovering over yours. "But", he said reaching your face. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. He lowered his face so that his steel greys eyes could look into yours. He looked as serious as he had been last night. "I will rip them like I did last night", he finished his mouth reaching your neck.
You couldn't say anything. He looked hot. It made you want to wear more dresses like yesterday's. You wanted him to look at you the way he had last night, hungry and angry, wanting to put you back in your place; underneath his cock.
You felt his warm lips work your neck, opening slightly and his teeth sinking into the soft skin. You moaned, which only encouraged him. Your hands flew to his hair tangling your fingers in his locks. Immediately he released your neck making you whimper in protest. "no", he said bringing his arms to yours. You felt his hands slide up your arms until he reached your hands. His face was now against your ear, "You need to be reminded of what can happen to you if you provoke me", he said interlacing his fingers and yours. He then pinned both your arms above your head.
You whined feeling your nipples harden against the silk of your nightshirt. He bit your earlobe letting go of one of your hands and his other capturing it. You were pinned bellow him, for him to do whatever he pleased with you.
"Levi", you moaned feeling him nuzzle his neck on the side of your neck. His free hand grabbed your neck, right above your nape, he pressured the sides of your neck. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, your lower stomach tightening in expectation. "Now, be a good girl and moan for me", he whispered moving his hand upwards towards your jaw. He held your face in place, his thumb caressing your cheek. Your eyes looked glossy with desire. "Now", he ordered grinding his erection between your legs. "Ah", you inwardly moaned. Fuck, you were so turned on.
He smirked looking at your face contort with every movement of his hips. "Horny brat", he said. You moved your hips against him, he growled, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "tch", he said his hand gripping both your wrists. You smirked. Two could play that game. "Levi", you said as if out of breath. You also knew what pushed his buttons. He glared down at you, as you gave him your best innocent eyes. He looked away, punishing you by grinding harder against you. "Don't start something you won't be able to finish", he warned pressing himself against your chest. "Do it", you challenged. He narrowed his eyes. His hand moved so that his thumb was now on your lips. "Open", he demanded, you obediently complied. He rubbed his thumb against your lower lip and then stuck the tip in. "Suck", he commanded.
You smirked eagerly welcoming his digit in your mouth. He pushed it further in, your tongue greeted him by wrapping itself against it. He groaned feeling your lips close around him. Your eyes met his and without warning, you sucked his finger pushing it against the roof of your mouth. His erection pushed further against your thigh. He grew bigger the harder he became. He was already above average before, you would have never guessed he was also a grower, and the little captain grew.
"Fuck", he said underneath his breath, pulling his thumb from your mouth. Your smirk growing. Maybe this way he would suffer as you were.
BEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEP
The second alarm you had set up rang. You both turned up to look at the time, the digital clock flashing '7:00' in red. "Tch", Levi complained lifting himself from your body. He let your hands go as he stood up. "We need to go", he muttered annoyed. "Levi, please", you whimpered still laying down. You wanted him, you needed him. He looked down at you, a drop of sweat running down the side of your face and smirked. "I can also be a tease", he said walking towards the bathroom.
Concept: Flower shop reader, tea shop owner Levi (fostering Gabi and Falco)
Warning: Fluff, pure fluff
Dediacted to 🌟Anon
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The flower shop owner next door
✥ The building next door had always been empty. Like many buildings on the street, it has two floors. The first floor was intended for a shop and the second for living. It was bigger than your modest flower shop too. But now? It was getting painted with a fresh coat of navy colour.
✥ The first time you had seen him was when the workers that had been buzzing around the last week and a half had finished just some small maintenance. He was using a wheelchair, half his face was scared deeply, two of his fingers missing. He looked impassive, so tranquil as he stared at what had been a ghost building before.
✥ He had caught you looking too. He didn’t smile, you didn’t either. Instead, his long eyelashes blinked and he nodded in your direction. You had been watering the plants on display. Your throat had felt a little dry.
✥ He was, apparently, not alone either. Two kids had moved in with him; Gabi and Falco. They opened a tea shop. At first, you had thought them to be his actual children, turns out he was more of a guardian.
✥ Gabi came often to your shop. She always made you laugh. Always giggling and her eyes filled with curiosity every time you showed her a new type of flower.
✥ The first time you had gone into the tea shop was because of Gabi’s insisting you try Levi’sblends- that had been his name. You had seen him a couple of times since that first day and he always nodded in your direction.
✥ The shop was not fancy, but the second you stepped in, the aroma of a fresh black tea brew hit your nose. He was legit. Most tea shops weren’t really that good. The last time you had tried good tea had been before the war.
✥ This time he was using a shiny black cane. So he could walk. Gabi had told you about how they were all soldiers and had hinted that Levi had been a great one at that. You could never imagine what he had to live through to have sustained those injuries.
✥ He looked up from the end of the shop, his steal winter eyes meeting yours. He looked tranquil. The gentle breeze coming in from the opened store door softly made his black locks dance. “Hello”, your voice came out more like a whisper than anything else. “Hello”, he answered back. His voice was deep and calm, like the ocean.
✥ His eyes turned to your hands. You brought with you a bouquet of pink roses with pear blossoms. “Gabi invited me over”, you felt like you had to explain. “I see”, he answered. He was handsome. “Do you like black tea?”, his rich voice filled the empty shop. “Yes”, you replied your eyes glued on his figure. “Do you care for a cup?”, he asked already reaching for a second cup. “Yes, thank you”, you said walking into the store.
✥ “I can take care of those”, he said eyeing the flowers. “O-of-course”, you stammered feeling him brush his fingers against your own as he took the bouquet. You watched as he retreated behind the counter and pulled a vase from one of the cupboards. “You own the flower shop next door, right?”, he asked his attention on filling a quarter of the vase with water. “I do”, you answered as he delicately placed the flowers into the vase. “Most customers come in carrying a bouquet”, he commented placing the vase next to the cash register. “Most of my customers can’t stop complimenting your blends”, you noted. He smiled. He looked... genuinely pleased.
✥ Turned out Gabi was out but he insisted you stay and enjoy the rest of the teapot. That afternoon had passed by in a blink of an eye. You learned that he liked to read, mostly classics but he also liked history books, mostly to do with myths and old Gods. His tea was also amazing, finally, someone who knew tea. The two of you had gone through three teapots; black tea, oolong and Assam. The day had ended with him inviting you to try green tea blends that weekend and you promising to bring more flowers and biscuits.
✥ It became a routine really. You coming over with new flower combinations and biscuits from the bakery a few doors down. He would make you try new blends or new tea from a different supplier. You had started reading the books he recommended, they were
actually good. On the weekends you would take Gabi and Falco to dinner in town. It was a comfortable routine.
✥ You were a regular in his life, it became rare the days you wouldn’t stop by. You had added game night to the routine. Gabi falling asleep mid-game, Falco dozing off on the couch. By now, you knew their house like your own. Levi would also come more often to the flower shop. It happened slowly, sometimes you would feel his eyes linger the slight brush of his fingers on your hand igniting your skin.
✥ The day finally came a particularly chilly night, the kids were asleep you were in the living room picking up the teacups to take to the kitchen. “You know”, came Levi’s voice from the door frame. “This weekend”, he started your face twisting to look at him, “We should go to that French restaurant”, he suggested his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Sure, I think Falco will really like that”, you answered smiling. You heard his breath out heavily, “I mean just you and me”, he corrected his eyes watching your every move. Your heart could have stopped. He was asking you out. “Ok”, you breathed out.
✥ You felt nervous wearing the nicest dress you owned, even wearing a delicate pair of black heels to match. He knocked on your door, your breath got caught in your throat when you saw him; white button-down shirt and a nice jacket to match. He brought you your favourite blend which made you smile. After you went to drop his gift at your kitchen, he offered you his arm and grabbed his bicep. You blushed a little feeling firm muscles behind the thin shirt. You had always wondered how strong he was, even years after the war he was very muscular.
✥ The night had gone better than you could have imagined, it wasn’t awkward, in fact, it felt even more natural than the routine you had developed. After dinner you went on a walk around the streets, stopping to sit on a bench when his leg started to bother him. You had rested your head on his shoulder, which made him inhale sharply. You giggled, feeling him narrow his eyes at you.
✥ After a while you took your head off his shoulder and turned to look at him, his grey eyes already awaiting you. He leaned in the tip of his nose ticking your cheek. You closed your eyes feeling soft lips touch yours. He kissed you softly, it was a peck really. You felt him retreat and opened your eyes. You smiled gently up to him and he leaned in again this time moving against your lips.
✥ That night had established a new routine for you.
Summary: When a killer emerges in Mitras, imitating Kenny the Ripper, it sparks fear and worry among the upper class. Under pressure to stop the murders before an annual summer ball, the military police reluctantly approach the survey corps believing humanities strongest could help. Under Erwin’s command, Levi finds himself in the unlikely position of helping the case. Yet, when he finds you hovering over a recent victim it sparks off a series of events neither of you could have predicted.
Word count: 6.3k (it flows)
Warnings: descriptions of violence, murder and strong language. I’m marking this as semi - canon divergence since there was some details that wiki fandom just couldn’t tell me. So I had to go with my intuition (mostly canon compliant!!)
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The cacophony of heart wrenching cries was the first sign that something was wrong. With the bright morning sun illuminating the day, you had expected the streets to be as calm and quiet as any other early morning. Yet, as you made your morning walk, you rounded the corner and saw that a small crowd had gathered. Military Police monitored those who gathered, urging people to stay back, but it seemed the low whispers and general unease felt by the crowd was enough for them to not go closer. Angling yourself in a different direction, you peered around the others only to practically freeze at the sight a moment later.
Four bodies lay on the ground, past the crowd. An attempt had been made to conceal their identity and a white cloth was respectfully draped over their corpses. Yet, one of the victim’s arm was sprawled against the ground, out of reach for the sheet to cover it and the all too familiar insignia indicated that it was an MP. Blood pooled under each of the victims, the white sheet managing to protect the identity of those murdered, but the blood, splattered and staining the cobbled street, was unable to hide the crime that had taken place.
Casting your eyes away from such a horrific sight, you found your attention moving towards the woman who’s cries you had heard in the first place. Hand clutching her mouth she would have looked to be on the verge of collapsing if a relative was not supporting her close to their chest.
You found yourself looking away not long after, it felt wrong that someone had experienced such a deep loss and was surrounded by prying eyes. When you looked back at the scene again you could see how unsettled the military police were, standing to the sides and talking in hushed tones, their expressions grim and etched in worry.
This had been the second attack in a row. It had only been two weeks ago when the attacks were first reported in the newspapers, but you were more inclined to believe that the murders had happened before then and had been covered up to avoid public unrest. Because once the attacks had been published, a dreaded sense of unease befell the Capital. Somewhere, it had originated that the killer was imitating Kenny the Ripper, their style of killing and their targeted group fitting the description perfectly. As far as the newspapers reported, the attacks were sporadic and had no pattern, but now with this being the second attack in a row, it seemed there was a pattern forming.
Wavering for just a moment longer, you turned on your heel when you saw a cart coming by the scene and Military Police unload stretchers to transport the bodies. It would do no good to linger any longer than you had, at some point the crowd would have to disperse and the scene would be examined more extensively before the evidence would be cleared.
As you continued your morning walk, it was a difficult scene to shake from your mind, the harrowing sights and the wretched grief-stricken cries would not fade easily. By the time you arrived on the merchant’s street, it was a welcome relief to see the familiar merchants outside their storefronts and preparing to open their stores. Moving towards the bakery settled in between a flower shop and a tailor, you saw the ‘closed’sign displayed in the window.
“Good morning y/n.”
A small smile formed on your lips “Good morning Amira.” The florist was in the process of placing white wooden buckets filled with blooming flowers outside the storefront, a bright glint in her eyes. Having owned her shop longer than you had worked here, she had been more than welcoming the first time you had met and ever since both of you had found friendship with one another. On her breaks she would often leave the flower shop in the capable hands of her assistant and come into the bakery, indulging in a fresh pastry, and offering easy conversation.
After setting down one of the flower buckets on the window ledge, Amira moved closer until she stopped a short distance away, arms crossed over her chest a slight frown appearing on her face. “I heard there was another attack.”
The smile faltered on your lips and you nodded once. “I had to walk by this morning, that makes it two nights in a row…”
Amira hummed lowly in disapproval and she sighed. “It will be all the customers will talk about all day.”
Most if not all, would express a comment on it, especially with the other attacks still fresh in everyone’s minds. “I expect we’ll get a bigger delivery of newspapers.” Musing on the thought absentmindedly, you found your gaze trailing to the bakery front door where usually a stack of papers, secured neatly with twine, was there to greet you. But none had arrived yet this morning.
Following your line of sight, another sigh passed Amira’s lips. “They must still be writing the story if they haven’t delivered it yet. Not to worry, I’m sure the Military Police will sort it out.” And even though a small smile was painted on her lips, the both of you shared a glance containing unspoken words to avoid prying ears perceiving anything else.
“I’ll see you around lunch?”
“You will, I’ll bring over some of those flowers you love so much.”
“And I’ll have your favourite pastries waiting for you.”
With the promise of that for later, you both returned to setting up the business for the day. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries greeted you once you stepped inside, the head baker having been here since dawn preparing for the day. Flicking the sign at the front of the shop to ‘open’ you took off your coat and hung it up before donning an apron. Exchanging morning greetings to Miro, you slowly found yourself setting into the familiar morning routine. It would be enough to momentarily deter the horrific sights of the morning from your mind till a customer, or the newspapers arrived to remind you all over again.
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It had been mid afternoon when Levi received word from a soldier that Erwin was looking for him. Dismissing the soldier, it had taken him a moment to look over the training field where Hange was currently experimenting on Eren’s Titan abilities. In the past few weeks since Historia’s coronation, Hange had amplified Eren’s training experiments, spurred on by the new information they had gathered. Mikasa watched astutely from the side-lines and Armin hovered nearby too. Levi was certain one of them would intervene, if and when, Hange got blind sighted in the search for advancing knowledge and failed to see when Eren could no longer continue.
Even so, Levi turned to face Moblit who had been standing near him, watching diligently as his section commander was invigorated by the experiment. “Moblit, tell Hange that I’m with Erwin and make sure this doesn’t go too far.”
“Yes sir.”
Levi had no doubt he would do just that and he turned on his heel to return to headquarters.
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Standing by the window in his office, Erwin turned around for a moment when Levi entered, returning to his previous position a moment later. Striding forward, Levi took a seat in the visitor’s chair and noticed how two steaming cups of tea were already waiting on the desk too. Beside the tea was a newspaper, the headline immediately capturing his attention.
‘slashed and slain: the brutal killings in the Capital’
Reaching forward, Levi gathered the paper in his hand and his eyes skimmed through the article. Majority of what was reported was full of scaremongering language, brutal, savage, lack of remorse, silent and lethal. From what he could see, there was more written on how awful an attack it was compared to what had actually happened and once he observed that, he felt inclined to believe that they, in fact, did not know what had happened.
“Commander Nile Dok visited me this morning.”
“Oh?” Lowering the newspaper, Levi watched as Erwin finally turned around, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Whatever they discussed, seemingly weighing on his mind.
“The attacks in Mitras are growing out of control. Last night an upper-class civilian was killed alongside three MP’s and it has changed the narrative.” Erwin took his seat in front of Levi and pushed forward a cup of tea in Levi’s direction, before picking up his own by the cup handle. After taking a few sips, Erwin paused with the cup mid-air. “The military police are under pressure from all sides, public unrest, their own soldiers and the government. Nile wants you to aid their investigation.” Levelling his cerulean blue eyes on his steel grey ones, Levi couldn’t help scoffing at the suggestion.
“Are the MP’s really that incompetent that they can’t catch a murderer?” It was difficult to believe they were that idiotic to let someone run rampant and unchecked. At the very least, Levi could have considered the interior police capable of doing something almost useful.
“Perhaps, or the murderer is more intelligent and is evading their efforts.”
“Its more likely that they aren’t putting any effort into this.” Levi grumbled under his breath, images of how those idiots would gamble and piss away their time drinking came to mind instantly. “Why do they want my help? They should have asked you; you could solve it in a few hours.”
A small smile curled on Erwin’s lips and he raised the cup to take another sip. Yet, with this issue remaining unresolved, Levi couldn’t bring himself to indulge in his own tea just yet.
“They are calling the killer an imitator of Kenny the Ripper.”
While his expression remained indifferent and unchanged, Levi suddenly became more aware of what exactly they were discussing. For a moment he simply froze. “Kenny is dead.”
“I know.” Erwin agreed with him. The last few moments of Kenny’s life had been a complicated addition to Levi’s relationship with him and with it only having been a few short weeks since his death, Erwin knew he had to tread carefully. Levi wasn’t one to voice his feelings, but that didn’t mean that when he discovered Kenny was in fact his uncle, only on his deathbed, he wasn’t greatly impacted. “Nile thinks you could add a valuable insight to the investigation, not to mention your reputation would be an invaluable asset.”
“If the killer is targeting civilians now too, then that is different than how Kenny operated. They’re unpredictable.”
“Even so, join a patrol around Mitras and lend your effort.”
Levi clicked his tongue at the command “Yes sir.” Folding the newspaper, the crisp pages crinkled before he tossed it back on Erwin’s desk and reached forward to grasp the cup of tea by the rim. It was thankfully still hot by the time he took the first sip.
Erwin watched his Captain closely while still maintaining a casual way of doing so. Issuing Levi an order to patrol Mitras was certainly outside of his regular duties, but sometimes it was called for. This situation could lead to civil unrest and sheer panic at being hunted inside the walls where they were supposed to be the safest. The events of the last few months with the female titan attacking the Stohess district and the whole ordeal occurring with Rod Reiss, had undoubtedly left civilians spooked. The only stability and reassurance had been Historia’s coronation. Even so, it wouldn’t take much for the situation to spiral out of all their control.
“I have an audience with Queen Historia tomorrow morning and will be travelling to Mitras in a few short hours. Come with me then and go on patrol this evening in case they attack for a third night in a row.”
Levi’s jaw seemed to tense at how quickly the entire situation had developed, he had only been monitoring Eren’s training a few moments ago and now he was involved in some sort of a crime investigation. With far too many smart comments on the tip of his tongue, Levi decided to busy his mouth with indulging in the tea instead.
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Having made for Mitras on horseback, two additional soldiers had joined them. Levi hadn’t thought much of it, sometimes they had travelled with just the two of them and other times they had a slightly larger company. Yet, they stayed a small distance behind the for the entirety of the journey. It was close to nightfall by the time they finally arrived in the Capital, forgoing their horses outside the wall by an area that had been set up to accommodate travellers. Levi found himself producing an apple from his saddlebag and offering it to his horse, both as a reward and an apology for having to leave now.
One of the additional soldiers took the small bag he had brought for the overnight stay and Erwin confirmed that they would stay in the usual inn they had frequented on visits to the Capital. With the logistics sorted, Levi offered Erwin a curt nod before making his way to where the MP’s were meeting to discuss tonight’s patrol. After embarking beyond the walls for so long, accompanied by his gear and blades, it was different to be only carrying two knives on him that night. But, having learned to fight with knives first, it meant he was no less covered.
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For the whole day, the modestly sized bakery had been bustling with customers. You had been kept on your feet baking fresh pastries with Miro for most of the day. The window in the kitchen had been thrown open halfway through, the mixture of the heat from baking and the start of the summer weather making the space grow stuffy quickly. As you had earlier predicted, once the newspapers had arrived, the stack had been larger than usual. After setting the newspapers on a stand beside the till, you had tucked the delivery docket safely in the record book stored in the owner’s office and found yourself baking pastries for the entire day.
While Miro consistently baked in the kitchen, storefront and bakery work was rotated between yourself and the third employee, Dan. Which meant while you could peacefully bake away to your hearts content, Dan was subjected to each customer comment on the tragic murders. Halfway through the day he had popped his head through the kitchen, imploring you to switch with him, but you’d only smiled to yourself and said you’d bake him something nice for getting through it. Once a freshly baked apple turnover was placed in front of him, he seemed both content and revived to continue. It was only fair, after all you had been subjected to his position yesterday.
By the end of the busy day, it was only yourself and Dan left to close. Miro had long gone home, his shift having started and ended before both of yours.
“Long day huh?”
“Not as long as others.” You half agreed, while Dan swept the floor and you wiped down the counter, brushing the crumbs into the palm of your hand.
“Want me to walk you home?”
“No, its fine. Amira usually goes in the same direction as me, so we’ll walk together.”
Sweeping the last of the dust off the floor, Dan set the broom back resting against the wall. He lingered for a moment and you glanced in his direction, eyebrow arching wondering what he was thinking. “Something on your mind?”
“This killer situation seems to be growing out of control… there’s talks of them implementing a curfew.”
Tossing the crumbs in the palm of your hand into the bin, you made to take off the apron and hang it back in its usual spot. “Seems likely, it wouldn’t be a bad decision to make.”
Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed and etched in a worry you’d seen quite frequently on others that day. “I think we should talk about walking home together in the evenings, its not as safe anymore, especially now if civilians are being killed too.”
You found yourself unable to disagree with his point, it would be safer to walk home together. “Alright, I’ll discuss it with Amira and I’m sure she’ll be grateful for it too.”
The worry eased off his face and a lighter smile wound its way through. “I’ll see you tomorrow then and the three of us can figure it out.”
“See you.” You offered him a small wave as he gathered his coat and left the bakery with one last look in your direction. With most of the work done, you found yourself blowing out the last of the candles lighting the shop and gathering your own coat before stepping outside into the cool summer night. Locking the door behind you, you pushed the key into your pocket just in time for Amira to join your side.
Looping her arm through yours, the two of you set off down the quiet and all but empty merchants street. “I saw Dan before he left, he seems quite concerned over this killer thing doesn’t he?” Voice hushed and spoken low; Amira leaned in towards you to share her thoughts.
“I suppose he is a bit spooked, but aren’t many people? We’re told that the safest place for us is in the walls and now this happens.”
“But its not as if crime doesn’t happen normally, they just get to it before the newspapers can notice.” You didn’t think it was possible for your friend to speak any lower, but somehow she managed it. It still didn’t stop you from feeling uncomfortable for her to voice such thoughts. The most notable place for crime was the underground, you knew of it by reputation alone and never once wanted to set foot down there. You wouldn’t survive it. You hardly understood how any children raised there could, but deep down you knew they were forced to survive it by whatever means necessary. Still, some criminal activity did occur above the surface, only the area was so well policed, and criminals were quickly detained.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to discuss this out in the open any further. The killer has to be in the walls, and we don’t want to be considered as suspicious.” Your voice came out almost as a breathless whisper and you glanced around just to be certain that there was no one else nearby, luckily there wasn’t. But it didn’t mean there wasn’t an open window somewhere or someone willing to give information to the military police.
Amira pipped down after that, instead changing the conversation to something more light-hearted, about her new stock of flowers coming in in the next few days. It was enough to tie you both over until you reached where you’d part ways. With nothing but a light-hearted promise to see each other tomorrow and to enjoy the rest of the night, you went in a different direction, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat. It would be good that tomorrow the three of you would have organised a safer system, but for tonight, walking by yourself would have to do. Your fingers brushed lightly against the switch blade hidden inside, a necessary precaution, one you took on a regular day, but even more so since hearing about the murders.
You mused on how strange the killings were on your walk home, how it was hardly clear what the point was. A political message? A personal agenda? Thoughts ran endlessly in your mind as you tried to make sense of it, but each possibility was soon replaced with another that was just as likely as the last. You wondered about the details that were being kept from the public eye, certainly there was some, there had to be.
Wrapped up in your thoughts and brushing your hand absentmindedly against the switch blade, you almost didn’t notice when you stepped in a puddle. It took you a moment, you even walked by, before you froze. It was the start of summer; it had not rained that day. Your eyes widened while you stayed glued to the spot and slowly, you pivoted back, the lanterns illuminating the street just about cast a light on a crimson pool a few metres behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat and full of trepidation, you took a step forward. Where the shadows of the night fell, it concealed the poor soul, a middle-aged woman laid slumped against the wall, deathly still and unmoving.
Your hand instantly went to clasp your mouth in shock, she was an ordinary civilian, completely unarmed and unthreatening from the looks of it. Shit – before you could even think of what the fuck you were to do now, report this? Was there even someone nearby? What if you look suspicious? The woman suddenly twitched and her eyes blinked open and closed before opening again.
Audibly cursing you took a step back as the woman’s eyes pleading and fearful turned on yours. She parted her lips to speak, but a dreadful gurgle passed her lips instead, her hand went to clutch the wound on her stomach, as blood trickled down from her lips the killer strikes victims by their throat. You thought and only for one more second did you remain standing stupidly before you swiftly knelt beside her. Not wasting another second, you moved your hand to securely press against her wound, in the hopes of adding pressure and avoiding her bleeding out on your watch. “Don’t try and speak.” Your voice came out shaky and hurried. As much as you wanted to ask her multiple questions, the dreadful coughing fit that overcame her gave you an indication that it would be useless either way.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why this happened to you.” The words came from your panic and shock at the situation, how quickly a walk how had escalated to you kneeling beside a woman on the verge of death. You hurriedly glanced around you hoping to see someone else that could call for help, afraid if you left even for a moment that it would cause more harm than good. The woman clutched your arm weakly, her eyes swimming with unshed tears and she tried to part her lips again, but it was utterly futile as it only led to her coughing out more blood. Despite the predicament, it didn’t stop her from taking your hand and guiding it towards the pendant around her neck.
She desperately urged you to clutch it and when you broke eye contact for a moment, looking down at the pendant, that was all the time it took for when you glanced back at her again to see her eyes stilled and utterly unmoving. You bit down on your lip staring helplessly at her lifeless eyes boring into yours and for a moment you closed your eyes tightly, taking a few deep breaths to calm down your heart. When you finally gathered yourself to open them again, you purposely avoiding looking at her eyes and slowly removed your bloodstained hand from her wound.
Tentatively and utterly respectful, you unclasped the pendant from around her neck and paused for only a moment before slipping it safely into your pocket. It had been important to her, somehow, and you would figure out why exactly when you figured out what the fuck to do next —
The edge of a cool metal blade was pressed against your neck, the edge so sharp, a warning for how easily it could break your skin. “Don’t make another move.” The low voice spoke the words tinged with as much warning as the blade accompanying his actions. Frozen to the spot for the second time that night, you found your gaze pinned on the wall above the woman who had just died before you. Suddenly aware of how badthis situation looked; you found your heart begin to race again. If only you had moved quicker you could have gotten on top of this story before it had gotten on top of you.
“It’s not what it looks like.” You managed to grit out, the words a seemingly safe bet, you weren’t sure who the person could be, an MP? Or the killer come back?
“Oh?” Their tone was mildly amused, most likely by your choice of words. “And what else does someone crouched over a dead body covered in blood look like?”
“Someone who tried to help.” For the first time that night, your voice came out with more bite to them, perhaps it was how quickly the entire situation had escalated which leant the tone to come out harsher than your usual demeanour. But there was no way you would stand to be accused of this atrocity.
The figure standing behind you continued to hold the blade against your throat, but they stayed silent. The sound of approaching footsteps filled the area, followed closely by hearty laughing. If you were to guess, you would wager with the way they were laughing, they had indulged in a drink or two. A hand harshly gripped the back of your coat and hauled you up onto your feet, the knife disappearing from against your throat. Everything moved quite quickly, the cloaked figure grabbed your arm securely and with his smooth hurried strides, you were brought down an alley, before you knew what was happening. Beside some lined barrels, hidden in the shadows, the figure paused, before pushing the knife into your hand.
“Stay down, stay quiet and don’t move till I’m back.” His voice was filled with an oddly calm urgency and you found yourself nodding, hardly even realising what you were agreeing to till he had turned on his heel and all you saw was the dim lanterns cast light against the wings of freedom on his cape.
You clutched the knife close to your chest and leaned your head against the wall, hardly even daring to breathe loudly. You could hear the voices in the distance.
“Shit…another one… third night in a row…”
“Fuck what are we going to do…”
“If you idiots hadn’t pissed yourselves getting drunk this evening then this wouldn’t have happened.” The voice of the caped man filtered into your attention, sounding audibly pissed off.
“Its your fault as much as ours.” One of them growled back, but the accusation was followed by a string of drunken hiccups, completely taking any validation away from his point.
The caped man scoffed at the words, his voice coming out dangerously low. “This isn’t my fucking job… You look less shitfaced, go find the nearest patrol unit to here and report what has happened.”
Whoever he had given a command to return a slurred ‘yessir’ before his footfall faded into the distance.
Time faded away from your grasp, you were vaguely aware of others arriving too and the distinct voice of the caped man taking charge of the situation. From what you gathered, the woman must have been covered and taken away, the sound of sloshing water made you think they were attempting to clean the blood off the cobbled streets. Your heart ached as you thought that at least it hadn’t been long enough for it to dry yet. But you could feel the caked blood on your hands start to dry… You remained where you had been told to stay, clutching the knife so tight in your hand that it strained your skin. You weren’t sure exactly what made you obey the man’s command, maybe it was how his voice had been filled with finality and such authority that no thought made you think that you shouldn’t. Besides, it was clear from what you had overheard that he was clearly the one thinking rationally here and that the MPs hadn’t responded correctly.
Eventually, you became aware of approaching footfall and having gripped the knife so tightly and anxiously for so long as soon as the figure came into view you found yourself automatically moving. Your strike was instantly parried, your wrist captured in his hold and having stepped out of the line of sight of the barrels, you found a little bit more of the lantern light filtered through. From under his cape hood, you were greeted with indifferent grey eyes, not a flicker of surprise at your actions. Instead, the figure continued to grasp your wrist and you only faltered for a moment to realise you’d attacked someone who in a way, had helped you.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Where to?” The fact that you’d been told to hide gave you the impression that he’d dropped all suspicion of you unless you had misread the situation.
“Let’s go.” Dropping his hold of your wrist, he turned on his heel and began to lead the way without a further explanation. A small huff of annoyance at being brushed off passed your lips and you only wavered for a moment before following him.
Pushing the blade up under the sleeve of your coat, you let the cool metal rest against your skin, and you pushed your blood covered hands into your pocket as you trailed after him. You passed by the sight of the crime, all but void of what had transpired, only a dark water stain appeared on the ground, the blood seemingly having been cleaned. The caped figure before you didn’t even spare it another sight though and you didn’t linger any longer.
You wondered what his name was, but now didn’t strike you as the best time for introductions. Instead, you stayed quiet, observing the direction that he was leading you. You could make a break for it if needed, he’d left you to walk behind him, as a sign of trust? Certainly, he didn’t seem like a man who would do something without good intentions. Your mind wandered to various possibilities for the situation as the two of you walked in silence.
Only when you saw a familiar sign for an inn, did your find yourself slightly confused as to why you were brought here. The caped figure pushed open the door and stepped inside, the warm glow of the inn flooded out into the dimly lit night and he held the door open for you just long enough for you to hold it for yourself before he continued onwards. It was most likely ungodly hour by now and the inn was not packed. There were only two workers behind the counter busying themselves with a game of cards, briefly they glanced in both of your direction before returning to the game. However, the jovial sound of drinkers wound through the silence of the inn, the adjoined tavern sounding packed with customers.
You followed the stranger down the winding halls, until he stopped at a door and glanced in your direction once as if to finally check you had followed him all along. Turning the handle door, he stepped inside and left the door open for you to follow. When you got closer you heard there was another man inside too and for a second you completely faltered wondering whether this was the best decision. Neither of you had introduced yourselves, you had been caught in the moment and blindly trusted him, when all he had given you to go off, was an accusation, an avoidance of handing you over to the military police and telling you to go with him, with no other explanation. The bottom line was, he was a stranger.
With both of your bloodied hands in your pockets, you once more found your hand brushing against your switch blade, but realised his knife still laid under your sleeve. If he had any malignant intentions, surely he would’ve disarmed you with it entirely and not left it in your care. Inching closer towards the door, you heard how both men talked in hushed voices and when you finally stood in the doorway, you earned both of their gazes.
Cerulean blue and grey eyes glanced at you, taking you in the full light and you were almost painfully aware of how unkempt you must look after everything. “I followed you here.” The words fell slow from your lips, hoping he would take it as an invitation to explain what you were doing here.
“Close the door.” Surprisingly, it was the blonde man who spoke, and you had the door shut behind you with a soft click.
The figure that had led you here lowered his hood finally and you had to stop yourself from outrighted staring at him, instead you tried to cast casual side glances in his direction, but when his indifferent gaze met yours, you quickly looked away.
The room that you were in seemed like a seating area, adjoined to no doubt a bedroom. While compact, it was fully functional with a couch and two chairs opposite, separated by a low coffee table that currently had a bowl of fresh fruit and a jug of water, accompanied by some glasses. Some mundane paintings hung on the wall, an attempt at sprucing up the area, but it was an inn first and foremost, functional, and not decorative. The candlelight cast flickering shadows against the wall.
“Wash your hands before you take a seat.” With only a jerk of his head, the steely eyed man indicated which door led to the bathroom and he turned away from you, seemingly ending the conversation there.
All too glad at an opportunity to wash the dead woman’s blood off your hands, you made your way inside. With so much having happened in the evening and little to no answers, you soon enough found yourself leaving the bathroom with freshly clean hands, coming back to both men once more engaged in hushed whispers. Only this time, the man that brought you here looked visibly more annoyed.
Taking a seat on the couch, it wasn’t long before both men sat before you.
“I’m Erwin Smith, Commander of the Survey Corps and this is Captain Levi.”
You found yourself almost sitting up straighter at being in front of such high-ranking soldiers. You knew the names instantly but having never seen them in person you had not put their faces to the names until their introduction. Glancing over in Levi’s direction, his gaze was purposely elsewhere, seemingly disinterested in being introduced in such a way. Nevertheless, Erwin’s compelling gaze remained on you and you offered “I’m y/n.”
“I understand you were at tonight’s scene of the crime.”
Your throat became quite dry suddenly, was this an interrogation? “I was.” You confirmed.
“How did that happen?”
Your hands clutched in front of you, almost uncertain as to why you were nervous when you had nothing but the truth to explain. “I was on my way home from work when I stumbled upon – upon her.”
Levi’s gaze flickered back to you for only a second before it found interest elsewhere.
“Where do you work?”
“A bakery on the main merchant’s street.”
“I see.” Erwin mused on your words for a few moments, silence falling in between you all. Having found something of interest in what you said, he looked to Levi and the Captain only levelled a stare in return. The look did little to deter the Commander though and he returned to look at you again. “Captain Levi has been assigned to assist the investigation. It appears the criminal is well versed in the area and we believe they are someone living in Mitras.”
This surprised you slightly to hear, but what surprised you more was what Erwin followed with next. “It is likely you know the individual and it is a possibility that they have a connection to Levi. Your connections with the local people would be invaluable to this investigation.”
“What are you saying?”
“We want you to help the investigation.”
“How would I be of help?” You were untrained, surely working in a bakery wasn’t the exact skillset they needed for this.
“Neither of us reside in Mitras and while Levi is assisting with this, he has commitments to other duties. We need someone on the inside, to alert us to information that might otherwise not be passed to us.”
Glancing between them, you couldn’t believe this was the proposition they had no doubt been whispering about moments before. “You want me to act as a personal spy?”
“Correct. It is likely you will hear information from sources that may not be willing to tell either of us. It would be an invaluable addition.”
Sitting back against the couch, you tried to take in what they were asking of you. With Amira’s connections, it was highly likely you would hear something that wouldn’t be reported in a newspaper or to either of them, information that might otherwise surpass their awareness. It didn’t take much convincing for you to know what was right to do, one thought back at the innocent woman who had died before you tonight were all it took. She had died alone, with only you, remorseful and alarmed at the scene by her side, someone had chosen to take her life for no valid reason. You couldn’t save her, but if there was a chance that you could hear an important piece of information, then it was worth it for you to do this. It was worth it to work with them.
“Alright, deal.”
A small smile broke out on Erwin’s lips, not an ounce of surprise on his features, in his eyes you only saw confirmation that he knew you would make this choice.
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There’s only one thing better than someone tantalizingly taking in your form, allowing you to place a hand on their firm, toned bicep and leaning in to whisper secrets in your ear that have you feeling as warm as the environment of the party around you.
And that’s the chilling, deathly glare Levi is giving you and the man who has taken it upon himself to entertain you tonight.
God, you really shouldn’t like riling him up as much as you do. But his reactions are always so delicious that you never can help yourself. Just the mere idea of him skimming over your skin with his talented fingers, making you soaking wet before he even properly touches you, just to show you how much better he is than anyone else you could ever be with, has you fanning yourself in the ladies’ room.
It isn’t long until you feel him behind you, hand snaking around your waist as he icily tells the man that he’s going to have to steal his wife away for a dance.
The second your arms are around his neck, he’s tilting his head to darkly whisper into your ear.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Ignoring your racing heartbeat, you answer serenely. “Just making conversation. He was very nice.”
Levi’s grip tightens on your waist. He tugs you closer and hisses, “You’re so in for it when we get home. You think this is funny?” You nod, and he growls.
“Now here’s what’s going to happen, ma belle.” His hot breath hits your neck and you do your best not to crumple against him right then and there. “We arrive, and you don’t even think about taking this tight little dress off until you’ve shown me just how sorry you are. You’re going to get me off with that slutty fucking mouth and nothing else, and when I’ve fucked your face to my satisfaction, you’re going to strip. Slowly. Are you listening?”
“Mmhm,” is all you can manage to say, already feeling your pussy moisten from his voice.
“Good. Once you’ve stripped, I want you over my lap, no questions asked. I’m going to punish you as I see fit, and you’re going to count each spank I give you and fucking thank me for it. If you’re really good, I’ll even let you come on my fingers.”
The whimper that you let out is muffled against his neck. Levi kisses your ear, blowing on it gently.
“And then, once I’m satisfied, you get on the bed on all fours. You’re a smart girl. Do you know what happens next?”
You do know, but you want him to say it, so you remain silent.
Levi x K-pop! Reader - It's not what it looks like - Chapter IV
Summary: Did he... Kiss you?
Based on @cakeswashere KISS CAM prompt: x
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It's not what it looks like
《 Chapter IV》
It had been a long day at the office. This month had proven a little overwhelming, R.I.E, three months before, had bought a small marketing firm in order to integrate it into its ecosystem. Every month without fault there was some kind of miscommunication with them that resulted in some sort of internal problem. And who had to fix it? Him, it was always him. He would have stayed later at the office if he hadn’t made plans with you.
He looked down at the tickets in his hand; You’d gotten floor seats.
“Did you find her?”, Hange asked. He didn’t answer instead his eyes wandered around trying to locate you. There you were. Sitting, one leg hammering the floor, your face glued to your phone. He smirked, “There”, he said pointing his nose at you. “My Queen!”, Hange screamed waving ferociously. He saw your face detach from your phone, your eyes scanning for Hange’s voice. You couldn’t locate them, his smirk deepened as he scooting into the row, Hange trailing behind him.
When he reached you, he took a second to look at you. You were wearing a short thing that hiked up way too high up your thighs. His eyes lingered on your legs, they looked smooth. Without even thinking about it, he took off his leather jacket, throwing it brusquely on your lap. This visibly startled you, your eyes looking up to him riddled in confusion; your face half shaded by your cap. His expression was neutral. He looked good; his dress shirt looked a bit wrinkled, his sleeves rolled up. He probably came straight from the office. Of course, you knew that he had been dealing with a particularly tricky absorption. You smiled up at him, he didn’t correspond, simply stared. “My Queen, hello!”, greeted Hange, poking her head from behind Levi’s shoulder. He rolled his eyes and sat down.
You looked striking.
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed. It felt like the whole section around your little trio was pointing and taking pictures. Hange sat at your other side. He felt pleased, at least you wouldn’t be sitting next to a stranger. Sometimes you could be quite dense, like now, you were chatting away with Hange about some new singer, seemingly unaware of the lustful eyes around you.
He didn’t like it.
There was little he could do but glare when he felt the person too close to your seats. He sank into his chair, already feeling a bit riled up, being in the public eye was adding to his stress. He crossed his arms in front of his chest not really in the mood to engage in conversation. This didn’t seem to be a problem for you, too busy waving at nearby fans, smiling without a care in the world as people pointed and treated you like some kind of display. They could at least have the decency to leave you alone on your time off. Hange was no help, she was basking in the attention, poking you so that you would look across the court at gaping fans desperately trying to catch your eye. He was getting a little frustrated. Feeling a bit antsy, he took out his phone reading unnecessary emails. That would keep him distracted. Why did he come? This was far from a good idea.
He briefly looked at your lap, his jacket covering your lap. He couldn’t even begin to think the mess that would spur from that little act. Sure, the media now knew you were strictly just friends and that you actually went out together in a platonic way. But they hadn’t seen you in public, there were no pictures. Everything was just retellings of people who had seen you together like at the bar, the other day. He groaned quickly typing an email to PR.
Stop any stupid pictures from leaking.
It sounded threatening. “Serves them right”, he thought sending the short message. They had enough to prepare for what the media would do seeing you and him in public. He wasn’t completely delusional, he understood that not everything could be blocked but, this much they could and would do. After the hell that had been your little crowd diving, they needed to remind him why he paid them the exorbitant amounts of money they billed him monthly.
Contrary to what the media was spitting out, you and he weren’t all that different. There was a reason you were… friends. As had become painfully obvious, you both had a love for the same kind of food and wine, not to mention concertos. That first dinner, he had mentioned his favourite composer in passing, but you latched on to that for the rest of dinner. He hadn’t been able to talk to someone so thoroughly in a very long time. Perhaps that’s what made him venture into inviting you to a concerto. And boy was he glad he had. That had been the most pleasant of your surprises; that you shared so much in common with him. You even recommended a few modern composers that he had dismissed years before. And what’s worse? You had been right.
The one difference? He could never get used to how public you were. Even If the media didn’t publish any pictures of the two of you together, they always knew where and with who you were. Storied came a mile a minute with so many listed sources that he couldn’t possibly track them all down and shut them up. That had never happened to him. He was well known at best, but people barely knew who he was because he rarely showed his face. Recently, however, that had changed. He couldn’t go to his usual tea shop anymore without at least someone taking a picture of him. He knew why it was happening, but, if that was the price to have you close, he would gladly pay it.
He sighed, reclining further into his seat. He didn’t even like basketball, except, you had looked so proud holding the tickets. Your voice was so hopeful that he would come. He had stayed the afternoon watching videos to at least understand the game somewhat.
“Sorry”, you whispered at him. His eyes lazily looked at you, his face still facing forward. “For what?”, he asked a little taken aback. “I know you’re not exactly a fan”, you said apologetically. “Hmm”, he answered his eyes returning to watch the court. “I didn’t tell you this”, you said still whispering. The only indication that he was listening was his raised eyebrow, “but I also got us tickets for Yann Tiersen”, she said her voice dripping with excitement, “but I only managed to get two”, you explained further. Ahh, this is why.
Hange liked basketball. You didn’t want her to feel left out. “Then why am I here?”, he asked his voice deep and velvety. It made you feel as if butterflies had hatched in your stomach. “Well,” you said licking your lips, “I didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t understand what is going on”. He smiled, startling again the butterflies. He chuckled, covering his mouth with one of his hands. “Speak for yourself”, he answered playfully. “PASS THE BALL!”, Hange screamed, “PASS.IT”, she yelled. Both of you turned to watch her, frown in place, eyes glued at the court. You chuckled, his eyes now on you, he smiled. Perhaps basketball wasn’t that boring of a sport.
* * *
It had been a long fifteen minutes; too many noises, people hailing, complaining, everything had to be a scream. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the game, he kept getting distracted by your knees occasionally knocking into his. Every time without fault he would jolt to attention. You seemed to not notice at all; your attention fully on the game. This somewhat irritated him.
You were always like this, he knew you didn’t particularly enjoy basketball, in fact, he would bet his right leg that you didn’t even know any players besides LeBron James; but, like anything you did, you always got weirdly excited just immersed yourself in it despite your lack of interest. He had already seen you make your small hands into tiny fists and shaking them whenever the yellow team made a point. It was cute.
He sighed looking down at his phone, they were finally taking a break from the game and he could check on the emails that had already accumulated in the short period of time since he last checked. His thumb scrolled reading the latest proposal for budget from the marketing department; they were asking for, yet again, another increase in budget. He frowned, the overwhelming chatter around him dying down.
Something felt off.
He could feel the whole court staring his way. He turned to check on you. You were looking down at your lap fiddling with his jacket. You were nervous, his eyes narrowed. He could make out a pink tint colouring your cheeks. “Also embarrassed”, he noted. His eyes shifted to Hange, she was staring wide eyes mouth opened. His eyebrow rose in confusion. The fuck was going on.
“Well?!” Came a voice from behind him, “kiss her!”, the voice screamed.
He could have choked.
His eyes were fully alert, he twisted his body to turn to see who the fuck was talking. “The fuck?”, he asked annoyed. “Yeah! KISS HER!”, it was a woman this time. He quickly turned to see her. “KISS HER!”, yet another. “Kiss her!”, “kiss her!”, the crowd began to chant.
“It’s the kiss cam!”, mouthed Hange. He immediately relaxed. He looked up at the massive screens, sure enough. There was a heart-shaped filter focused on you and him, “kiss cam” scribbled at the bottom. Raising both hands and crossing them in an “x” shape at whoever was filming him. A chorus of boos echoed through the court. He sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest and sinking into the chair again.
He looked up at the screens, a failed animation playing. He sighed, the camera turning to another couple. “Calm down, it left”, he whispered. You nodded, unable to speak; your cheeks still flushed. His eyes scanned over your figure, they glimmered with curiosity. Smirking, he returned his gaze back to his phone, “Good”, he thought.
* * *
Yet another break came.
Finally, half time.
He just needed to get through another two breaks.
As he had decided, he took out his phone yet again, reading the budgeting proposal; they were finally making some sense. It looked coherent and well structured, they hadn’t asked an exorbitant amount either.
“Levi”, he heard Hange call out. Unwillingly, he twisted to look at the woman. “Look!”, she mouthed pointing at the goliath of a screen. He groaned, there he was, frown displayed on TV with you next to him, “KISS CAM”, written in big bold purple letters. He could see you blushing even from the low-quality camera pointed at the both of you.
“Just do it”, Hange said making you flinch. His eyes narrowed at your response. “Common! Kiss her man!”, someone screamed. “Yeah, kiss the girl!!!”, “Kiss her!”, “Don’t be a pussy! Kiss!”.
The previous chant echoing throughout the court, “Kiss her! Kiss her!”.
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, bones included, being rejected on national TV was pretty embarrassing. Did he not want to kiss you? Had this tension between the both of you simply been in your head? You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to want to kiss you.
“Fuck it”, you heard Levi whisper. Callous hands cupped your cheeks, softly guiding your head to face him. Steal grey eyes greeted you, his nose next to yours.
And then…
You felt it.
His lips came soft, barely gracing yours. The front of his bangs tickling lightly your cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded, avoiding your shocked irises. You couldn’t move. It had been so fleeting you that you could have missed it. You blinked, feeling the warmth leave your lips.
His face retreated from yours, his body returning casually to his seat.
You simply stared, too surprised to react.
Your stomach somersaulted, a faint ringing sound covering your ears; loud enough that you barely registered the crowed erupting in cheer and whistles.
His lips had been soft.
Your hand reached up to your lips, your fingertips touching gently your lower lip.
eren is the enemies to lovers trope. you hated everything about him and he felt that same way about you. in a moment of weakness, you let your guard down and eren in. then it was a mistake, but now you were more than grateful for it
armin is the rivals to lovers trope. everything was a competition when it came to you two. but being forced to work on a project together led you to putting your differences aside. armin wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought he was
mikasa is the love at first sight trope. picking up a girl’s pencil for her wasn’t supposed to be romantic, but you couldn’t control the pace of your heart when her gaze met yours. the pink painted on her cheeks must have meant she felt the same.
jean is the friends to lovers trope. you were content with jean being just a friend. but when playful banter turned into cheeky flirting, you wondered what being more than friends would feel like. luckily, jean wanted to find out, too.
sasha is the childhood sweethearts trope. the two of you have been picking flowers for each other since grade school. everyone thought your promises of marriage back then were silly, but seeing the two of you now, it wasn’t so unreasonable.
connie is the boy next door trope. imagine silly dance parties a window apart and deep conversations shared in the late hours of the night on the hood of his car. it was hard not to fall for him when he was so close to you.
historia is the forbidden love trope. her parents didn’t approve of you, they thought she could do better. so you kept your relationship hidden. maybe sneaking around wasn’t so bad if it meant you could be with her.
ymir is the opposites attract trope. no one ever expected the two of you to end up together. ymir was selfish and you were sweet, the two of you didn’t have much in common. but hey, opposites attract, right?
levi is the secret billionaire trope. you could have sworn he looked familiar, but he claimed to be just a normal guy. it was a believable lie, especially after your frequent meet-ups. levi quickly grew fond of you, telling you the truth after you’d earned his trust.
hange is the blind date trope. you didn’t know what to expect when your friend told you they had found you a date, but it certainly wasn’t hange. while they were like no person you’d dated, you could confidently say hange offered you a breath of fresh air.
erwin is the boss and secretary trope. office romances were taboo and erwin never thought he’d be part of one with you. reliable, hardworking, but knows when to take a break- erwin looked for all those traits in an employee, but he was lucky enough to find them in a partner, too.
Lemon! Levi x Reader - Dirty Talking - Bikini Bottoms
Warning: Mature content, semi-public exposure, fingering (f receiving)
Summary: Stupid fucking bikini. Making everyone stare and shit at you. He growled. You giggled. You fucking giggled. It made your breast jiggle. It wasn't even midday. He groaned.
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Bikini Bottoms
He hated this fucking trip.
He hated the beach, hated the sand and the ocean.
He hated it, all of. it.
He especially hated the sun right now.
It made you sweat, fucking sweat.
And he hated it. Hated how it ran down your skin making you glisten. Hated how it clung to the soft cloth of your, purposely small, swimsuit.
Stupid, fucking swimsuit.
It made them stare.
Levi’s eyes narrowed in a glare. He could see through his sunglasses not only the new hires but other men hawking shamelessly at you. You were by the ocean laying on a towel next to Petra and Hange, supporting your weight with your forearms thrusting your breasts upwards. Your fucking breasts. For the past hour and a half, he had blatantly glowered in your direction. “Behave, My. Fucking. Ass”, he thought. He knew you had worn the black bikini on purpose. Some sort of warped retaliation from the night out. He had fingered you in public, eaten you out in the car and fucked you in the parking lot.
He had half a mind of doing so again now.
The men, boys, he corrected, kept watching your little group from a row behind at the hotel beach chairs. They probably thought it was a “safe” zone since none of you three could tell they were watching. He could see their fucking dog mouths salivating. Petra had a beach robe and Hange was still in her shorts. It was you who had nothing but a bikini on. He knew they were looking at you, because, he was too. He couldn’t stop looking at you. He was going to cut the damn piece of fabric the moment he got his hands on it.
He hated their eyes.
Hated how they looked at you.
Hated how their eyeballs turned to look downwards at your breasts and the curve of your hips.
His eyes looked up now towards your little trio. You laughed. You fucking laughed. Hard enough apparently to unwillingly make your breast jiggle. The boys were having a feast. He curled his fingers, his fingernails digging into the armrest permanently leaving marks on it.
Still, he stayed exactly where he was.
Good God, it wasn’t even midday.
* * *
12:00 p.m.
“Eeeeverybody!”, shouted Hange jumping from the deck of the pool, “Luuunch is ready!”.
You were by now sitting enthusiastically talking with Petra and who Levi knew as Potato Girl. You looked tanned; the lines of your bikini branded on your skin.
He hadn’t moved the whole day, slowly simmering, always just before boiling point.
Sure, he was angry.
Sure, you had tried to provoke him with the bikini.
Nonetheless, he also knew you wanted the weekend to be a success. God knows the team needed this. It seemed that every department was disconnected and since your arrival communication lines did improve. Less mistakes were being made and you had caught someone scheming off money from the accounts.
But Good. Fucking. God. You weren’t making this easy for him.
The whole morning all he had been doing was cursing the blasphemous piece of clothing. Willing it to grow or to burn in hell. He thought he had gotten rid of it last time you had been at the beach. He had been wrong. He should have grilled the accursed cloth.
“Leeevi! Areeen’t you coooming?”, you shouted out from opposite him. His eyes lazily turn your direction. He could feel his vein popping on his neck. You had stretched your body leaning on your tippy-toes to appear taller. You were waving him to attention which, made your breast also wave him to attention. He pressed his lips into a thin line. You hadn’t just waved him to attention. He could see men he didn’t recognise behind you staring at your ass.
He wasn’t hungry.
He hadn’t even touched the double whisky he had somehow managed to order, three hours ago. He was sure that if he went near you, he would end up doing something that would expose you both.
“Levi?!”, you shouted, waving, even more, your breasts moving even more. He clenched his teeth, his jaw hurt. Stiffly, he stood up grabbing with him the whiskey. He inhaled the drink and as smooth as he could and made his way towards you.
You smiled seeing him walking towards you. But, before he would even close half the distance, Hange ushered you with Potato Girl into the reception towards the restaurant.
Fuck.
* * *
12:30 p.m.
He was thankful. You at least had the decency to sit at the other end of the table. Away from him. But still in perfect alignment with his eyesight. He hadn’t said a single word. Just sat, stiff as a tree, glaring at everyone and anything that moved. You, on the other hand, spend the last thirty minutes laughing, giggle and chuckling at anything Sasha and Historia(?) were saying.
“Captain”, said the boy next to him, potato girl’s friend. Levi sluggishly turned his eyes towards him, already annoyed. “Is the food not to your liking?”, he asked nervously. He was obviously trying to earn any kind of good repour with him. Well, that had stopped being an option when he had been ogling shameless his girlfriend’s ass. He grunted, not particularly keen on talking. Understanding, the boy returned to his own food.
“Are you okay Levi?”, it was Erwin. Levi sighed, “Yes”, he answered curtly. All he wanted was for everyone to leave him the fuck alone. Giggles. He could hear them all the way from the other side of the table. He could see a few eyes already turning your way. He clenched his fists. You hadn’t even bothered wearing a shirt at lunch. He narrowed his eyes focusing on your figure. It was as if you had plopped down your breasts on the table, like some sort of fucking shelf. He bit the inside of his mouth; your face was slightly sunburnt which, made you look as if you had a subtle blush adorning your cheeks and nose. Even your chest was two distinct colours, the inside of your breasts a lighter colour than your collar bone. He looked around again, even fucking Erwin was smiling at you. Exasperated, he, unceremoniously, got up from the table pushing the chair noisily to the side. He needed to leave.
“Levi?”, you asked as he passed by you. He paused shifting his head to look at you from the corner of his eye. You were biting your lip, a rosy colour flourishing from the indents your teeth were leaving on the soft tissue. Fuck him. He looked away. “Are you okay?”, your voice came again. Fuck him. You sounded so innocent. As if you didn’t know you had the whole table eating from the palm of your hand as if you didn’t know you had him practically starved. “Do you need me to get you anything?”, you pushed already half up. He glared. Yeah, you could get him a fucking shirt. “No”, he answered firmly, resuming his exit.
He paused.
He looked back at you.
You were pouting, your lips a little swollen from your teeth.
He could fuck those pretty pink lips like he had done in the car.
“I’m coming with you”, you insisted already catching up to him. He swallowed. His trunks were feeling slightly uncomfortable. He looked behind you, sure enough, they were eyeing your ass, again. Fuck it. He would show them who’s ass that was for. “Common then”, he said nonchalantly as you reached him. He put his hands on either pocket and left the restaurant.
* * *
12:45 p.m
“Where are we going?”, you asked looking around the hallways. The hotel was very pretty, with brownish rock walls, high ceilings and most importantly it was flexible enough to allow the activities you had in mind for the rest of the weekend. The real work would begin around 4 p.m. when you had had enough time to observe the interaction between everyone in the branch. You wanted to see who got along with who, who didn’t and if anyone was romantically involved. You had learned plenty, which would become extremely useful for tonight and the next two days. Everyone seemed to be having fun, well, except for Levi. He hadn’t even touched his food. “Are you okay?”, you asked a little timidly. He looked pissed.
Before you could even react, he had turned and pinned you against a wall. He was glaring at you, his hands at either side of your body. “What are you playing at?”, he questioned. You blinked, What? “Is this your warped idea to make me pay?”, he interrogated. He was riled up. You could feel your gut-clenching, your core heating up. He pushed his knee between your legs making your mouth salivate. He leaned in nuzzling his nose against your ear. “You think”, he whispered provoking a shiver run down your spine, “you can wear this shit”, he said pulling one of the straps of your bikini and letting it bounce against your skin, “and I would be okay with it?”. “Eep”, you exclaimed unwillingly. His eyes darkened. You clenched your thighs against his knee. You felt exposed, too naked for public comfort.
He dropped his face, his nose trailing down your neck. You cocked your head to a side allowing him more access. His hand on your shoulder gripping you firmly. “Do you have any idea”, his voice vibrated through your throat, his mouth at your collarbone, “how much I’ve contained myself?”, he demanded nipping the skin underneath his mouth. You moaned, the cursed sound reverberating up your throat. He smirked, you knew he was smirking, you could feel him smirking into your collarbone. His teeth grasp even more skin, his tongue joining them. You tasted like sunscreen and salt. He sucked the spot of skin he had been working with. You whimpered, his hand travelling from your shoulder to your breast. He squeezed. You arched your back to press yourself against his chest. His mouth moved upwards towards your neck. He moved his knee slightly teasingly, you panted, feeling his skin against your thighs and your bikini bottom.
“You wanted to provoke me”, he queried, his other hand gripping your waste. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, his stern grey orbs observing you. You could barely register his words, your brain half fogged. His fingers pried you from the wall, just enough for his finger to dig into your ass. “Well, here”, he announced, rubbing his erection against your hip. Your eyes widened. He was hard. “Levi”, you breathed out, the hand squeezing your breath moving to your back. “Take responsibility”, he said dipping his head down to capture your lips.
His lips were hungry, devouring your mouth, obliging your lips open. You moaned, feeling his tongue against your own. He kept rubbing himself against you, his fingers clutching your ass, his other hand pushing you further into his chest. Your hands found his shoulders, his skin was tough, tensed, his muscles flexed. You closed your eyes, feeling his knee move again. You were getting wet. His hand at your back moved down to grip your other cheek, you moaned in response.
Just as suddenly, he yanked you upholding you by your ass and pushing you against the wall, your legs immediately hugging his hip. “Good girl”, he mouthed, looking up to your eyes. Your arms hugged his neck, your fingers losing themselves behind his head into his onyx locks. Your lips located his and you lounged hungrily at him. You were starved too.
He pushed you off the wall, your mouth still dancing against his. He kicked a door open. It was the conference room you had booked for later that day. There was no one inside. There would be no one inside for a few hours.
He, brusquely, dropped you on the long wooden table at the centre of the room. He hoovered over you, your legs still securely around his hips. You let him guide you until your back touched the cool surface, you tightened the hold of your thighs. “I’m going to fuck you”, he said, “And then I will watch all those brats sit where I’ve fucked you”, he revealed. You could feel his shoulders tense. “Ok”, you panted, your chest slowly rising and falling. He growled, pleased at your answer. He lowered his face, his eyes inspecting your two-toned breast. He growled again, his tongue darting out to lick the exposed skin. You whimpered, your skin burning against it. You opened your mouth, breathing faster through it. His eyes looked up at your face, you were watching him too.
He pushed his erection between your legs making you throw your head back at the feeling. His arms, which had been holding him up, flexed, as if he was doing a pushup, he reduced the space between your bodies. He moved his right hand to grab your right leg, he tugged it, you loosened your grip on his hips. He tugged again finally getting your legs off him. You looked down at him, a little confused. But then, you felt it. His fingers pushing aside your bikini bottoms, exposing you. You bit your lip in anticipation. He narrowed his eyes, pushing a finger inside you. You were wet. Very wet. He groaned, pushing a second one inside. You felt warm and inviting. He saw you inhale sharply, he moved rubbing the top port softly. He could see you inhaling sharply again. He smirked. He knew where you liked it. His thumb joined his fingers by your clit, rubbing it in a circle like motions. You weren’t going to last long.
With his nose, he moved the black cloth covering your left nipple. You threw your head back, your eyes firmly planted on the ceiling, panting. You had been ready to cum since the morning when he had teased you and left you hanging. His fingers pumped inside of you, touching every delicious tissue they could. You needed him. You moaned out, “I-I’m soo clo-se”, you muttered, your fingers digging into his scalp. You felt his hot breath on your nipple and then his wet tongue. You groaned as he sucked your uncovered nipple. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, more and more with every insertion of his digits. “More!”, you demanded. He nipped you, his fingers rubbing the spot you liked faster. “I-am! Co-ming!”, you yelled, your hands fully pulling his hair as a wave of pleasure pulsated through your body. Your cunt squeezing his fingers. He kissed your breast, chuckling. When he felt your core stopped pulsating, he slowly pulled out his fingers. You looked down at his face, blushing, your eyes bolted on his dripping hand. He brought the soaked fingers to his face and inhaled deeply. You couldn’t stop staring, his mouth opened and he sucked his fingers dry. “Finally found something worth eating in this shithole”, he said voice laced with lust. You didn’t reply, too exhausted, the remains of your orgasm still circulating your veins.
Lemon! Levi x Reader - Dirty Talking - Bikini Bottoms
Warning: Mature content, semi-public exposure, fingering (f receiving)
Summary: Stupid fucking bikini. Making everyone stare and shit at you. He growled. You giggled. You fucking giggled. It made your breast jiggle. It wasn't even midday. He groaned.
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Bikini Bottoms
He hated this fucking trip.
He hated the beach, hated the sand and the ocean.
He hated it, all of. it.
He especially hated the sun right now.
It made you sweat, fucking sweat.
And he hated it. Hated how it ran down your skin making you glisten. Hated how it clung to the soft cloth of your, purposely small, swimsuit.
Stupid, fucking swimsuit.
It made them stare.
Levi’s eyes narrowed in a glare. He could see through his sunglasses not only the new hires but other men hawking shamelessly at you. You were by the ocean laying on a towel next to Petra and Hange, supporting your weight with your forearms thrusting your breasts upwards. Your fucking breasts. For the past hour and a half, he had blatantly glowered in your direction. “Behave, My. Fucking. Ass”, he thought. He knew you had worn the black bikini on purpose. Some sort of warped retaliation from the night out. He had fingered you in public, eaten you out in the car and fucked you in the parking lot.
He had half a mind of doing so again now.
The men, boys, he corrected, kept watching your little group from a row behind at the hotel beach chairs. They probably thought it was a “safe” zone since none of you three could tell they were watching. He could see their fucking dog mouths salivating. Petra had a beach robe and Hange was still in her shorts. It was you who had nothing but a bikini on. He knew they were looking at you, because, he was too. He couldn’t stop looking at you. He was going to cut the damn piece of fabric the moment he got his hands on it.
He hated their eyes.
Hated how they looked at you.
Hated how their eyeballs turned to look downwards at your breasts and the curve of your hips.
His eyes looked up now towards your little trio. You laughed. You fucking laughed. Hard enough apparently to unwillingly make your breast jiggle. The boys were having a feast. He curled his fingers, his fingernails digging into the armrest permanently leaving marks on it.
Still, he stayed exactly where he was.
Good God, it wasn’t even midday.
* * *
12:00 p.m.
“Eeeeverybody!”, shouted Hange jumping from the deck of the pool, “Luuunch is ready!”.
You were by now sitting enthusiastically talking with Petra and who Levi knew as Potato Girl. You looked tanned; the lines of your bikini branded on your skin.
He hadn’t moved the whole day, slowly simmering, always just before boiling point.
Sure, he was angry.
Sure, you had tried to provoke him with the bikini.
Nonetheless, he also knew you wanted the weekend to be a success. God knows the team needed this. It seemed that every department was disconnected and since your arrival communication lines did improve. Less mistakes were being made and you had caught someone scheming off money from the accounts.
But Good. Fucking. God. You weren’t making this easy for him.
The whole morning all he had been doing was cursing the blasphemous piece of clothing. Willing it to grow or to burn in hell. He thought he had gotten rid of it last time you had been at the beach. He had been wrong. He should have grilled the accursed cloth.
“Leeevi! Areeen’t you coooming?”, you shouted out from opposite him. His eyes lazily turn your direction. He could feel his vein popping on his neck. You had stretched your body leaning on your tippy-toes to appear taller. You were waving him to attention which, made your breast also wave him to attention. He pressed his lips into a thin line. You hadn’t just waved him to attention. He could see men he didn’t recognise behind you staring at your ass.
He wasn’t hungry.
He hadn’t even touched the double whisky he had somehow managed to order, three hours ago. He was sure that if he went near you, he would end up doing something that would expose you both.
“Levi?!”, you shouted, waving, even more, your breasts moving even more. He clenched his teeth, his jaw hurt. Stiffly, he stood up grabbing with him the whiskey. He inhaled the drink and as smooth as he could and made his way towards you.
You smiled seeing him walking towards you. But, before he would even close half the distance, Hange ushered you with Potato Girl into the reception towards the restaurant.
Fuck.
* * *
12:30 p.m.
He was thankful. You at least had the decency to sit at the other end of the table. Away from him. But still in perfect alignment with his eyesight. He hadn’t said a single word. Just sat, stiff as a tree, glaring at everyone and anything that moved. You, on the other hand, spend the last thirty minutes laughing, giggle and chuckling at anything Sasha and Historia(?) were saying.
“Captain”, said the boy next to him, potato girl’s friend. Levi sluggishly turned his eyes towards him, already annoyed. “Is the food not to your liking?”, he asked nervously. He was obviously trying to earn any kind of good repour with him. Well, that had stopped being an option when he had been ogling shameless his girlfriend’s ass. He grunted, not particularly keen on talking. Understanding, the boy returned to his own food.
“Are you okay Levi?”, it was Erwin. Levi sighed, “Yes”, he answered curtly. All he wanted was for everyone to leave him the fuck alone. Giggles. He could hear them all the way from the other side of the table. He could see a few eyes already turning your way. He clenched his fists. You hadn’t even bothered wearing a shirt at lunch. He narrowed his eyes focusing on your figure. It was as if you had plopped down your breasts on the table, like some sort of fucking shelf. He bit the inside of his mouth; your face was slightly sunburnt which, made you look as if you had a subtle blush adorning your cheeks and nose. Even your chest was two distinct colours, the inside of your breasts a lighter colour than your collar bone. He looked around again, even fucking Erwin was smiling at you. Exasperated, he, unceremoniously, got up from the table pushing the chair noisily to the side. He needed to leave.
“Levi?”, you asked as he passed by you. He paused shifting his head to look at you from the corner of his eye. You were biting your lip, a rosy colour flourishing from the indents your teeth were leaving on the soft tissue. Fuck him. He looked away. “Are you okay?”, your voice came again. Fuck him. You sounded so innocent. As if you didn’t know you had the whole table eating from the palm of your hand as if you didn’t know you had him practically starved. “Do you need me to get you anything?”, you pushed already half up. He glared. Yeah, you could get him a fucking shirt. “No”, he answered firmly, resuming his exit.
He paused.
He looked back at you.
You were pouting, your lips a little swollen from your teeth.
He could fuck those pretty pink lips like he had done in the car.
“I’m coming with you”, you insisted already catching up to him. He swallowed. His trunks were feeling slightly uncomfortable. He looked behind you, sure enough, they were eyeing your ass, again. Fuck it. He would show them who’s ass that was for. “Common then”, he said nonchalantly as you reached him. He put his hands on either pocket and left the restaurant.
* * *
12:45 p.m
“Where are we going?”, you asked looking around the hallways. The hotel was very pretty, with brownish rock walls, high ceilings and most importantly it was flexible enough to allow the activities you had in mind for the rest of the weekend. The real work would begin around 4 p.m. when you had had enough time to observe the interaction between everyone in the branch. You wanted to see who got along with who, who didn’t and if anyone was romantically involved. You had learned plenty, which would become extremely useful for tonight and the next two days. Everyone seemed to be having fun, well, except for Levi. He hadn’t even touched his food. “Are you okay?”, you asked a little timidly. He looked pissed.
Before you could even react, he had turned and pinned you against a wall. He was glaring at you, his hands at either side of your body. “What are you playing at?”, he questioned. You blinked, What? “Is this your warped idea to make me pay?”, he interrogated. He was riled up. You could feel your gut-clenching, your core heating up. He pushed his knee between your legs making your mouth salivate. He leaned in nuzzling his nose against your ear. “You think”, he whispered provoking a shiver run down your spine, “you can wear this shit”, he said pulling one of the straps of your bikini and letting it bounce against your skin, “and I would be okay with it?”. “Eep”, you exclaimed unwillingly. His eyes darkened. You clenched your thighs against his knee. You felt exposed, too naked for public comfort.
He dropped his face, his nose trailing down your neck. You cocked your head to a side allowing him more access. His hand on your shoulder gripping you firmly. “Do you have any idea”, his voice vibrated through your throat, his mouth at your collarbone, “how much I’ve contained myself?”, he demanded nipping the skin underneath his mouth. You moaned, the cursed sound reverberating up your throat. He smirked, you knew he was smirking, you could feel him smirking into your collarbone. His teeth grasp even more skin, his tongue joining them. You tasted like sunscreen and salt. He sucked the spot of skin he had been working with. You whimpered, his hand travelling from your shoulder to your breast. He squeezed. You arched your back to press yourself against his chest. His mouth moved upwards towards your neck. He moved his knee slightly teasingly, you panted, feeling his skin against your thighs and your bikini bottom.
“You wanted to provoke me”, he queried, his other hand gripping your waste. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, his stern grey orbs observing you. You could barely register his words, your brain half fogged. His fingers pried you from the wall, just enough for his finger to dig into your ass. “Well, here”, he announced, rubbing his erection against your hip. Your eyes widened. He was hard. “Levi”, you breathed out, the hand squeezing your breath moving to your back. “Take responsibility”, he said dipping his head down to capture your lips.
His lips were hungry, devouring your mouth, obliging your lips open. You moaned, feeling his tongue against your own. He kept rubbing himself against you, his fingers clutching your ass, his other hand pushing you further into his chest. Your hands found his shoulders, his skin was tough, tensed, his muscles flexed. You closed your eyes, feeling his knee move again. You were getting wet. His hand at your back moved down to grip your other cheek, you moaned in response.
Just as suddenly, he yanked you upholding you by your ass and pushing you against the wall, your legs immediately hugging his hip. “Good girl”, he mouthed, looking up to your eyes. Your arms hugged his neck, your fingers losing themselves behind his head into his onyx locks. Your lips located his and you lounged hungrily at him. You were starved too.
He pushed you off the wall, your mouth still dancing against his. He kicked a door open. It was the conference room you had booked for later that day. There was no one inside. There would be no one inside for a few hours.
He, brusquely, dropped you on the long wooden table at the centre of the room. He hoovered over you, your legs still securely around his hips. You let him guide you until your back touched the cool surface, you tightened the hold of your thighs. “I’m going to fuck you”, he said, “And then I will watch all those brats sit where I’ve fucked you”, he revealed. You could feel his shoulders tense. “Ok”, you panted, your chest slowly rising and falling. He growled, pleased at your answer. He lowered his face, his eyes inspecting your two-toned breast. He growled again, his tongue darting out to lick the exposed skin. You whimpered, your skin burning against it. You opened your mouth, breathing faster through it. His eyes looked up at your face, you were watching him too.
He pushed his erection between your legs making you throw your head back at the feeling. His arms, which had been holding him up, flexed, as if he was doing a pushup, he reduced the space between your bodies. He moved his right hand to grab your right leg, he tugged it, you loosened your grip on his hips. He tugged again finally getting your legs off him. You looked down at him, a little confused. But then, you felt it. His fingers pushing aside your bikini bottoms, exposing you. You bit your lip in anticipation. He narrowed his eyes, pushing a finger inside you. You were wet. Very wet. He groaned, pushing a second one inside. You felt warm and inviting. He saw you inhale sharply, he moved rubbing the top port softly. He could see you inhaling sharply again. He smirked. He knew where you liked it. His thumb joined his fingers by your clit, rubbing it in a circle like motions. You weren’t going to last long.
With his nose, he moved the black cloth covering your left nipple. You threw your head back, your eyes firmly planted on the ceiling, panting. You had been ready to cum since the morning when he had teased you and left you hanging. His fingers pumped inside of you, touching every delicious tissue they could. You needed him. You moaned out, “I-I’m soo clo-se”, you muttered, your fingers digging into his scalp. You felt his hot breath on your nipple and then his wet tongue. You groaned as he sucked your uncovered nipple. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, more and more with every insertion of his digits. “More!”, you demanded. He nipped you, his fingers rubbing the spot you liked faster. “I-am! Co-ming!”, you yelled, your hands fully pulling his hair as a wave of pleasure pulsated through your body. Your cunt squeezing his fingers. He kissed your breast, chuckling. When he felt your core stopped pulsating, he slowly pulled out his fingers. You looked down at his face, blushing, your eyes bolted on his dripping hand. He brought the soaked fingers to his face and inhaled deeply. You couldn’t stop staring, his mouth opened and he sucked his fingers dry. “Finally found something worth eating in this shithole”, he said voice laced with lust. You didn’t reply, too exhausted, the remains of your orgasm still circulating your veins.
