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. Liz
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. 18 + lives here
An SNK roleplay & creative writing blog. For short people.
Characters I can (try to) do:
• Historia • Levi • Hange • Petra • Erwin • Porco • Jean • try me?
Characters I ship:
Give me chemistry. I’ll ship it. That’s it. (I draw the line at Levi-horse. Levi-Jean, however, is fine.)
Headcanons, RP, One-Shots. Go -
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
There was the smallest sound of fabric rustling, and then her breathing quickened. The change was slight, almost imperceptible, but Levi knew.
He’s dreamt about the way she pants and moans under him countless times.
His mouth was dry as she teased him.
He only gripped the chair tighter, not wanting to bite just yet. He could hear the way her voice sounded lighter, the way she sounded whenever he would unravel her. When in the throes of pleasure, she always got breathy and dreamy.
He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to shift in his seat.
“What are you doing, Historia?”
The cool cadence of his question made her breath catch. She let out the smallest moan - quiet, but enough to let him know exactly how she was feeling as she took care of herself in his place.
“I’m doing what you should have been over an hour ago, Levi. I’m finishing off what you started in the break room.”
She slowed her movements, sliding a finger inside herself, another sigh escaping her. Her eyes didn’t leave him - she could see the way his grip was only growing tighter on the arms of his chair.
“Would you like to help?”
Levi could kill Zackley right now.
The talkative bastard cost him time with Historia, and now Levi’s left to pay the cost, having to listen to her touch herself.
“Oh?” Historia responded breathlessly, continuing to push herself steadily towards her own climax. She could see the way he clenched his jaw; see the desperation in the tense way his body sat rigidly in his seat.
“Not yet, though. Think I’m good.”
She couldn’t help a smirk at what her refusal was clearly doing to him.
She nudged his knee with the tip of her shoe. “You can touch yourself, instead.”
Levi exhaled sharply when she withheld permission.
She was a brat.
Such a fucking brat.
Historia could feel her eyes grow hooded with desire as Levi took his sweet time.
Damn him.
Even when giving up so much control to her, he couldn’t help but remain so damn cool about it.
She watched his jacket placed neatly on the floor beside him. And then he was rolling up his shirtsleeves, those wonderfully sturdy forearms of his on display. She let out another soft moan, her own movements only growing more purposeful.
She was already close. It couldn’t be helped, with the way he was sitting so attractively before her.
Her brows furrowed as his belt buckle clicked undone, and then he was at his fly.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered at the sight of him, fully erect for her as he took himself in his hand.
The image of him stroking his cock, mouth parted in a sigh, eyes hidden, was all it took to finally send her hurtling over the edge of her climax.
“Shit! I’m gonna come.” The words fell from her breathlessly as her body trembled through her orgasm. “Don’t you dare, though,” she managed to bite out at him between gasps.
There was something exhilarating about not being able to watch Historia bring herself to her orgasm, but also being on display while he had his cock out at the same time. He felt himself unraveling, his composure dwindling, and his face was hot as he began to lose a rhythm of how he stroked himself.
Levi could hear the whine in her voice as she came, and he felt so close, too, but his movements stuttered with her sharp words.
“You’re shitting me,” he growled, though he didn’t take his hand away from himself. He was positive that his cheeks were flushed, his ears red, all with his cock in hand, so his animosity must have looked comical. Still, he refused to break. He would not be the one to slip when he’s already had the control stripped from him.
Despite the sheer power trip she was on, he complied, and he slowed his movements when he felt his abdomen tighten with an approaching climax.
Historia smiled at him lazily through her post-orgasm glow.
He looked so damn good just sat there in his office, dick in hand, blindfolded with his tie. All because of her.
She couldn’t help but revel in the control he was granting her; almost a little surprised when he slowed his movements according to her instructions, even if it was with a scathing remark.
“Hmm. No, I’m not. Now we’re even from earlier. Would you like some help?”
She licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself lazily, and decided before she even gave him chance to answer that she needed to feel him. Immediately.
She leaned forward, her voice low. “Come here.” Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, although gently, encouraging him up out of the chair. Her bare thighs brushed his sides as she pulled him towards her. “Hands on the desk. No touching.”
When she was quiet, Levi wondered what she was doing and panic began to set in for him. Was she beginning to regret this? Perhaps run out? Take an incriminating photo?
If she walked out on him now, his dignity would leave with her, but so would a piece of him that he didn’t want to acknowledge quite yet.
The way his fingers glanced her thigh as he obeyed sent a shiver through her. She almost caved; it would have been so easy to just say to hell with it and let him have his way with her, as he had done so many times before in this office.
But something held her back. Something felt different today. She was enthralled by his willingness to be vulnerable with her - it was like a drug; she wanted to glimpse more of this side of him.
She wondered just how far she could push it, before one or the other of them broke.
She brought her face close to his, noses brushing, his uneven breaths mingling with hers.
“This.” The word was whispered against his lips as she took his cock in her hand, stroking him in a slow, even rhythm.
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
There was the smallest sound of fabric rustling, and then her breathing quickened. The change was slight, almost imperceptible, but Levi knew.
He’s dreamt about the way she pants and moans under him countless times.
His mouth was dry as she teased him.
He only gripped the chair tighter, not wanting to bite just yet. He could hear the way her voice sounded lighter, the way she sounded whenever he would unravel her. When in the throes of pleasure, she always got breathy and dreamy.
He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to shift in his seat.
“What are you doing, Historia?”
The cool cadence of his question made her breath catch. She let out the smallest moan - quiet, but enough to let him know exactly how she was feeling as she took care of herself in his place.
“I’m doing what you should have been over an hour ago, Levi. I’m finishing off what you started in the break room.”
She slowed her movements, sliding a finger inside herself, another sigh escaping her. Her eyes didn’t leave him - she could see the way his grip was only growing tighter on the arms of his chair.
“Would you like to help?”
Levi could kill Zackley right now.
The talkative bastard cost him time with Historia, and now Levi’s left to pay the cost, having to listen to her touch herself.
“Oh?” Historia responded breathlessly, continuing to push herself steadily towards her own climax. She could see the way he clenched his jaw; see the desperation in the tense way his body sat rigidly in his seat.
“Not yet, though. Think I’m good.”
She couldn’t help a smirk at what her refusal was clearly doing to him.
She nudged his knee with the tip of her shoe. “You can touch yourself, instead.”
Levi exhaled sharply when she withheld permission.
She was a brat.
Such a fucking brat.
Historia could feel her eyes grow hooded with desire as Levi took his sweet time.
Damn him.
Even when giving up so much control to her, he couldn’t help but remain so damn cool about it.
She watched his jacket placed neatly on the floor beside him. And then he was rolling up his shirtsleeves, those wonderfully sturdy forearms of his on display. She let out another soft moan, her own movements only growing more purposeful.
She was already close. It couldn’t be helped, with the way he was sitting so attractively before her.
Her brows furrowed as his belt buckle clicked undone, and then he was at his fly.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered at the sight of him, fully erect for her as he took himself in his hand.
The image of him stroking his cock, mouth parted in a sigh, eyes hidden, was all it took to finally send her hurtling over the edge of her climax.
“Shit! I’m gonna come.” The words fell from her breathlessly as her body trembled through her orgasm. “Don’t you dare, though,” she managed to bite out at him between gasps.
There was something exhilarating about not being able to watch Historia bring herself to her orgasm, but also being on display while he had his cock out at the same time. He felt himself unraveling, his composure dwindling, and his face was hot as he began to lose a rhythm of how he stroked himself.
Levi could hear the whine in her voice as she came, and he felt so close, too, but his movements stuttered with her sharp words.
“You’re shitting me,” he growled, though he didn’t take his hand away from himself. He was positive that his cheeks were flushed, his ears red, all with his cock in hand, so his animosity must have looked comical. Still, he refused to break. He would not be the one to slip when he’s already had the control stripped from him.
Despite the sheer power trip she was on, he complied, and he slowed his movements when he felt his abdomen tighten with an approaching climax.
Historia smiled at him lazily through her post-orgasm glow.
He looked so damn good just sat there in his office, dick in hand, blindfolded with his tie. All because of her.
She couldn’t help but revel in the control he was granting her; almost a little surprised when he slowed his movements according to her instructions, even if it was with a scathing remark.
“Hmm. No, I’m not. Now we’re even from earlier. Would you like some help?”
She licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself lazily, and decided before she even gave him chance to answer that she needed to feel him. Immediately.
She leaned forward, her voice low. “Come here.” Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, although gently, encouraging him up out of the chair. Her bare thighs brushed his sides as she pulled him towards her. “Hands on the desk. No touching.”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
There was the smallest sound of fabric rustling, and then her breathing quickened. The change was slight, almost imperceptible, but Levi knew.
He’s dreamt about the way she pants and moans under him countless times.
His mouth was dry as she teased him.
He only gripped the chair tighter, not wanting to bite just yet. He could hear the way her voice sounded lighter, the way she sounded whenever he would unravel her. When in the throes of pleasure, she always got breathy and dreamy.
He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to shift in his seat.
“What are you doing, Historia?”
The cool cadence of his question made her breath catch. She let out the smallest moan - quiet, but enough to let him know exactly how she was feeling as she took care of herself in his place.
“I’m doing what you should have been over an hour ago, Levi. I’m finishing off what you started in the break room.”
She slowed her movements, sliding a finger inside herself, another sigh escaping her. Her eyes didn’t leave him - she could see the way his grip was only growing tighter on the arms of his chair.
“Would you like to help?”
Levi could kill Zackley right now.
The talkative bastard cost him time with Historia, and now Levi’s left to pay the cost, having to listen to her touch herself.
“Oh?” Historia responded breathlessly, continuing to push herself steadily towards her own climax. She could see the way he clenched his jaw; see the desperation in the tense way his body sat rigidly in his seat.
“Not yet, though. Think I’m good.”
She couldn’t help a smirk at what her refusal was clearly doing to him.
She nudged his knee with the tip of her shoe. “You can touch yourself, instead.”
Levi exhaled sharply when she withheld permission.
She was a brat.
Such a fucking brat.
Historia could feel her eyes grow hooded with desire as Levi took his sweet time.
Damn him.
Even when giving up so much control to her, he couldn’t help but remain so damn cool about it.
She watched his jacket placed neatly on the floor beside him. And then he was rolling up his shirtsleeves, those wonderfully sturdy forearms of his on display. She let out another soft moan, her own movements only growing more purposeful.
She was already close. It couldn’t be helped, with the way he was sitting so attractively before her.
Her brows furrowed as his belt buckle clicked undone, and then he was at his fly.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered at the sight of him, fully erect for her as he took himself in his hand.
The image of him stroking his cock, mouth parted in a sigh, eyes hidden, was all it took to finally send her hurtling over the edge of her climax.
“Shit! I’m gonna come.” The words fell from her breathlessly as her body trembled through her orgasm. “Don’t you dare, though,” she managed to bite out at him between gasps.
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
There was the smallest sound of fabric rustling, and then her breathing quickened. The change was slight, almost imperceptible, but Levi knew.
He’s dreamt about the way she pants and moans under him countless times.
His mouth was dry as she teased him.
He only gripped the chair tighter, not wanting to bite just yet. He could hear the way her voice sounded lighter, the way she sounded whenever he would unravel her. When in the throes of pleasure, she always got breathy and dreamy.
He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to shift in his seat.
“What are you doing, Historia?”
The cool cadence of his question made her breath catch. She let out the smallest moan - quiet, but enough to let him know exactly how she was feeling as she took care of herself in his place.
“I’m doing what you should have been over an hour ago, Levi. I’m finishing off what you started in the break room.”
She slowed her movements, sliding a finger inside herself, another sigh escaping her. Her eyes didn’t leave him - she could see the way his grip was only growing tighter on the arms of his chair.
“Would you like to help?”
Levi could kill Zackley right now.
The talkative bastard cost him time with Historia, and now Levi’s left to pay the cost, having to listen to her touch herself.
“Oh?” Historia responded breathlessly, continuing to push herself steadily towards her own climax. She could see the way he clenched his jaw; see the desperation in the tense way his body sat rigidly in his seat.
“Not yet, though. Think I’m good.”
She couldn’t help a smirk at what her refusal was clearly doing to him.
She nudged his knee with the tip of her shoe. “You can touch yourself, instead.”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
There was the smallest sound of fabric rustling, and then her breathing quickened. The change was slight, almost imperceptible, but Levi knew.
He’s dreamt about the way she pants and moans under him countless times.
His mouth was dry as she teased him.
He only gripped the chair tighter, not wanting to bite just yet. He could hear the way her voice sounded lighter, the way she sounded whenever he would unravel her. When in the throes of pleasure, she always got breathy and dreamy.
He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to shift in his seat.
“What are you doing, Historia?”
The cool cadence of his question made her breath catch. She let out the smallest moan - quiet, but enough to let him know exactly how she was feeling as she took care of herself in his place.
“I’m doing what you should have been over an hour ago, Levi. I’m finishing off what you started in the break room.”
She slowed her movements, sliding a finger inside herself, another sigh escaping her. Her eyes didn’t leave him - she could see the way his grip was only growing tighter on the arms of his chair.
“Would you like to help?”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
Levi felt his shoulders grow tense the instant Historia’s touch left him, the click of her heels not going far from him. He heard her situate herself back on his desk, but then suddenly, something with a hard point met his leg. He deduced that it was the heel of her stiletto that ran up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where he wanted her touch. He held still, except for when she rolled him closer; he lifted his heels from the ground so he didn’t give resistance in the movement.
Her voice made him lean toward her instinctively as he sought her out. He barely flinched back when she touched his mouth, tracing his lower lip. He opened his mouth just enough so she could slip her index and middle finger past, and he could take the hint to suck on them to wet them for her.
His heart hammered in his chest as he wondered how he’ll be able to hold back if she plans on completely leaving him in the dark.
He could deduce what she’s planned to do with the same fingers in his mouth, and while he contemplated taking off the makeshift blindfold, he gripped the arms of his chair in a white-knuckle grip to will himself to keep his hands exactly where they were.
The sensation of his warm, velvet mouth as he wet her fingers for her was enough to make heat gather rapidly between her legs.
It was almost enough to make her break, too, and kiss him. But she didn’t.
Instead, she placed one hand behind her on the desk to steady herself, parted her legs properly, and slid a hand between them.
“Would you like to know what I’m doing right now?”
The sight of him, blindfolded and completely at her mercy, knuckles white as he gripped the armrests, was intoxicating. She drank in the image of his suave appearance; his toned body clearly on display due to the fitted cut of his dress shirt. Her eyes dipped to his belt, and she bit her lip to stifle her rapid breathing as her fingers circled, the tension building.
“Go on - ask me.”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
When she brought her other hand to his shoulder and gave a squeeze, he felt somehow reassured and his anticipation amp up all at once. Her passing touches were always a welcome, fleeting experience, and he treasured these simple ones, like squeezing his shoulder.
Levi assumed where she was going with his tie in her hands, and he was correct as she lifted to his face. He noted how she paused, waiting for any protest. He was silent, though he wondered if she could hear the drum of his heartbeat while she blindfolded him with his own tie.
Her voice in his ear sent a shiver through him.
Finally, at her words, he began to break.
He lifted a hand, blindly touching the side of her face, his fingers gentle against her cheek. He turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing her lips.
“I trust you,” he murmured, hoping that she understood how deep that emotion ran for him.
I trust you.
The words made her skin tingle as they were pressed to her cheek. Such a simple phrase, and yet; from him, it meant a great deal. Levi was not a man to give out his trust easily. Here he was, though, willingly putting himself in an extremely vulnerable position with her. She could so easily screw him right now; a few clicks of the camera on her phone; a couple of emails … his reputation at the company would be ruined. He obviously must know that she would never do that to him. He must know she cared a great deal about him - probably more than she’d care to admit to herself, actually. The idea made her heart skip.
But his words were also an invitation to continue, and so, she did.
“Make yourself comfortable, then.” She whispered against his ear once again, and then her hands left him, and she was walking around to the desk again, the click of her heels the only sound breaking the quiet around them.
Once she reached it, she hopped back on to the edge. She brought her foot up, running the toe of her stiletto up the leg of his trousers and along his inner thigh a little way, before lifting it over his leg and hooking around the armrest of his chair, all the time very much aware of the view he would be getting were he not blindfolded with his own tie currently. She rolled him a little closer to the desk.
“Levi …?” she began, leaning forward and running her fingertips along his bottom lip, hoping to coax his mouth open for her to slide them inside.
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
This woman.
This beautiful, intentional, goddess of a fucking woman.
Historia hummed at his reply. “Good.”
She brought her free hand to his other shoulder, squeezing gently. She could feel his sturdy physique through the material of his shirt, and it made her bite her lip.
This had all started out as a way to get her own back on him for making her wait, and yet; the longer he let her take the lead - the further he let her go - the more exhilarated she knew she was going to become.
Levi was not a man that relinquished control easily. She knew that even from the few months they’d spent fooling around together like this.
She brought her hands together at the front of his chest, gripping his tie in both hands now, and brought it up to his face. When he didn’t move to stop her, she pressed the fabric over his eyes, running her hands around to the back of his head to secure it with a knot.
As she did so, she leaned down, pressing her lips to his ear.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you over, promise.”
His willingness to play along with her to this point had earned him at least that reassurance from her.
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
Levi usually loved hearing his name on her lips. The way she always sounded so musical, so inviting - and yet, the way she said it now was just as enticing, but in a different way. One he hasn't heard from her before.
He zeroed in on how she touched her leg, how she toyed with her stiletto. They were tall, almost bringing them to the same height when she stood, and the dark leather shone pristinely. He wanted to take off her shoes and run his hands up her calves, to her thighs, and higher, but he kept the distance between them until he was told that she left something for him.
With measured steps, he walked over to his desk. He felt her azure gaze burning into him as he looked down at his desk. The top was mostly cleared, his important documents left out now tucked away, his laptop gone, a few of his usual desk items like his stapler now neatly on the edge.
She's thought this out.
He glanced up at her with a cocked brow as he put his hand on the knob of the drawer. When she said nothing, he took it as a confirmation that he had the right drawer, and he pulled it open slowly.
Her black, lacy panties were placed atop his most recent proposal - one that he intended for her to proofread in the morning, actually - and his mind went blank.
His ears were hot as he gradually looked up, his gaze lingering on her crossed legs, now very aware of how there was nothing concealing her where the hem was riding up.
"These are for me?" He dared to ask, meeting her gaze evenly.
Historia watched Levi intently as he took his time moving around to his desk drawer.
She thought momentarily how nothing in the world could make this man go any faster in any given moment than he himself wanted to. His coolness in the face of her challenge made her palms hot. She itched to reach out and tough him; yank him to her by his tie, or untuck his shirt from his belt with eager hands.
But she wouldn’t.
She’d do her best stay as cool and collected as he was.
The way his ears grew hot at the sight of her underwear in his draw made her lips twitch up at the corners.
When he looked at her, though, she schooled her face back into a neutral expression.
“Yes. You can hold on to them. Won’t need them back just yet.”
She twisted around smoothly on his desk, so that she was now facing him. Her gaze fell to his throat.
“Take off your tie.”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
The moment Levi opened the door, he froze in the threshold.
Historia was perched on his desk, looking like something out of a filthy dream of his, but she did not appear to be happy to see him in any capacity.
Of course.
He toyed with her in the break room and left her on the brink of climaxing, and then ran late from an ultimately unnecessary meeting.
Despite her scowl, he couldn’t help but stare at her, and his eyes drifted over the expanse of her leg. Her dress was sinfully short, and the hem rode up with how her legs were crossed. When he met her narrowed gaze, he swallowed dryly.
Silently, he complied, shutting the door behind him and locking it without argument.
He remained near the entryway, though, and he didn’t move toward her yet.
“I didn’t mean to run late,” he told her plainly. “Zackley said to push my appointment back when I tried to slip out.”
The excuse sounds pathetic, and he knows it.
She simply stared at him as he did as he was told and then reeled out some crappy excuse.
She was unimpressed.
Sitting a little straighter, she clasped her hands together over her bare knee, glancing around at his tidy office.
Then she gave him her sweetest smile.
“Well, Levi, consider it pushed back. I’d still like my weekly review though, if it’s not too much trouble. Figured you wouldn’t mind staying late for one of your most valued employees.”
As she spoke the words, she ran her hands along the length of one of her legs absently, glancing down at her stiletto as she toyed with it on the edge of her foot.
“Maybe we can do things a little differently today, though.”
Her gaze snapped back to his, wiping the smile from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She tapped the desk, above his drawers.
“I left something in your drawer for you.”
Dirty Little Secret
For Rivahisu Week 2021, Day 4: NSFW
Prompt: promise • I’ll show you how to treat me like a Queen • I only bought this dress so you could take it off
Modern Office AU, with @sr-writes - contains sexual content, minors DNI
He’s late.
He is so fucking late.
Levi hadn’t forgotten about the Board meeting scheduled, but he certainly was getting carried away in the break room after Historia Reiss sat beside him.
The fucking bane of his existence right now.
Levi Ackerman.
Levi god-damn Ackerman.
Three years of study at business school, two meetings with her highly influential father, and one what-could-hardly-be-called-an-interview, and Historia had found herself one of the newest employees at Scout Corporation- working directly under the revered Levi Ackerman as an assistant.
And directly under him is where she found herself less than two months into her employment. Not that she was complaining; in fact - she’d done most of the chasing. As soon as it became apparent that the perpetually cool and unflappable exec was unobtainable, well. She’d relished the challenge.
It was all fun and games. Where hadn’t they fucked in the work building? They’d even fallen into a little schedule of sorts.
Historia prided herself on her punctuality.
As, usually, did Levi. Except today. Except the day, of all days, where he’d spent most of their lunch hour with his hand slipped down the front of her panties. She’d parted her legs for him without hesitation beneath the table in the break room. All the while, he’d just sipped on his tea like he didn’t have a damn care in the world.
She was incredibly frustrated, and so ready for him to come and collect from her desk for her ‘weekly review.’ Which more often than not involved him bending her over his desk with his office blinds drawn.
Except today, there was no sign of him. She was aware he’d had to head off to some meeting, but that should have been done a good half hour ago.
She waited. And waited.
She knew full well what would be happening right now - the men would just be droning on about unimportant shit, probably not even work related. While she sat here, still very much aroused from Levi’s fingers bringing her almost to the brink earlier, like some little doll he could pick up and put down whenever he wanted to play.
Eventually, she decided that enough was enough. It was his turn to be at her mercy. She reapplied her lipstick, spritzed herself with perfume, and headed to his office without a word. No-one stopped her.
No-one else was brave enough to just walk in there when he wasn’t around, but she was a good assistant. Sometimes she’d pick up extra paperwork for him.
Yeah, right.
She took great care in removing the stapler and expensive stationary from his desk, tucking his laptop away, and moving his meticulously stacked paperwork to a side cabinet.
Then she slid off her panties, popping them in his upper desk draw, before perching on his desk, legs crossed and on full display in her sinfully short, black work dress; her stiletto bouncing agitatedly as she waited.
After another twenty mins or so, finally, she saw the handle to his office door turn.
She stilled her foot, leaning back casually.
As soon as he was inside, she offered no greeting; no smile.
She just arched a brow at him.
“You’re late. Lock the door.”
‘ if i love you , is that a fact or a weapon ? ’
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Weapons
Ackerman & Titan
Porco slips down the little side street in east Liberio. The cigarette in his mouth glows in the dim evening as he inhales. One of Zeke’s; stolen from his pack at their meeting earlier.
Their meeting about Willy Tyber, the threat that is Paradis, island of devils, and what Marley plans to do about it all.
The irony of his current situation does not escape him as he comes up beside the small, shabby hotel. He takes another drag on his cigarette, allowing it to calm his nerves a little, before tossing it onto the ground and crushing it out beneath the heel of his boot. His hands go to the collar of his jacket, straightening it, and then his fingers comb through his hair. He checks himself in the reflection of a window across the way. Then he reaches into his pocket, retrieving a couple of stones.
The first hits the window above him with a sharp smack. He ducks into the shadows of the building, out of vantage point from the window, but still so that he can observe it. If that fucking Captain of hers is the one to poke his head out, he’s not about to present himself on a platter.
Nothing.
Shit.
Didn’t she get his note?
He steps back, trying again. This time, the window swings open. Dark hair and sharp, gunmetal eyes emerge, and she casts around the alley below with a frown.
He steps into the moonlight.
Their eyes meet. She nods once, and then disappears back inside.
It’s less than five minutes later when Mikasa joins him outside. He’s in his usual spot, back pressed against the cold stone wall, one foot propped flat against it, knee bent, hands in his pockets. His brow is cocked as he takes in the sight of her.
She’s in a long, pale pink skirt, white blouse tucked in, navy cardigan loosely buttoned. Her neck looks oddly bare since she stopped wearing her scarf to their meetings. Porco likes the way her collarbone looks, exposed to the pale moonlight. Her skin is unblemished and smooth.
“I got your note.”
His eyes snap back to hers. He rubs his chin. “I can see that.”
They stare at one another a moment longer. Eyes full of conflicted feelings; words on the tips of tongues neither of them can dare to speak aloud. So much confusion amidst fire that burns unbridled - an inferno that was never supposed to get this out of hand.
His hands are on her without warning. He yanks her to him by her cardigan, so that now they’re both bathed in the shadow of the building. Out of sight, hidden from the view of a world that would rip them apart as soon as look at them; such are their transgressions.
He moans quietly against her mouth; he knows he must taste like ash, but she doesn’t seem to care. Her slender fingers are in his hair, and for a second, he’s irritated that it will be messed up. It doesn’t last though; all sense and reason are banished the moment she presses her body flush to his. She’s so fucking warm. They’re matched in height, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle that were always meant to interlock.
Except; they’re not, are they? They’re not even from the same picture.
She pulls back, breathless. “We shouldn’t do this here. Let’s go somewhere.”
“Yeah.” He takes her hand and pulls her along.
They duck and dive through narrow side-streets and dingy alleyways; two spectres dancing together through the night, afraid of the glow of street lamps and the idea of discovery.
Eventually, they make it down to the promenade; mostly deserted at this hour. Their feet carry them with the brusque, quiet steps befitting of trained soldiers, although they act as anything but tonight.
At the end, it’s easy to vault over the railings.
They pick their way down to where the hushed sighs of the ocean against the breakwaters are their only company. He lifts her up onto one of the rocks, her skirt immediately damp from the wet left behind by the spray. She doesn’t seem to mind this, either. Her arms wrap around his neck as he gazes up at her.
“We’re fucked if they catch us.” His words are blunt; a stark contrast to the reverence in his warm, amber eyes.
“They won’t, not here,” she whispers, barely audible above the ocean waves and Porco’s thumping heart. And then she’s kissing him again, and his hand is sliding up her bare leg. He can feel the power beneath his palm; she’s all toned muscle. She could probably kill him as quickly as she undoes him with her lips. Porco knows this. And yet, he doesn’t stop the journey of his hand as it dips below the hem of her skirt.
“No. Wait.”
Strong fingers curl around his wrist, and he pauses, his mouth hovering next to hers. He can taste the black tea she must have been drinking, before they left.
“No?”
“I …” She turns away from him; his lips brush her cheek as strands of hair fall across hooded eyes.
He presses his forehead to her temple. “You don’t want this.”
She sighs. “There are lots of things I want, Porco. I learned to stop asking a long time ago. Life doesn’t work that way. Facts like that just end up being weapons that can be used against me. Have been used against me.”
Her grip on his wrist tightens. The fingernails of her other hand skim through his undercut; the touch slow and contemplative.
Porco huffs out a breathe. The words leave him before he can claw them back.
“And if I love you? Is that a fact, or a weapon?”
He feels all of her tense. He leans against the rock, between her legs, waiting for the rejection. The horror.
Because he already knows the answer.
She turns her face back towards him, and now she’s staring him dead in the eye again, their noses touching.
He can see the flecks of silver in her irises, no longer hidden by heavy lids as her brows lift. He never knew grey could be such an enchanting colour.
It feels like he waits an age for her to speak. When she does, her voice is quiet. Defeated.
“We’re both weapons, Porco. We’re not allowed to love. Not like this.”
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Levi could only grumble when she nagged at him about the cold and his state of underdress.
He fastened his jacket quickly, before preparing his horse. Then it was time to leave.
He yanked her up into the saddle in front of him. It was an odd position to find himself in; whenever he’d ridden with soldiers who were injured or had lost horses out beyond the walls, he’d always ridden in front. His height hardly made it feasible to manage any other way. But Historia, even in her newly acquired womanhood, was still short enough for him to see past her blonde head.
It was a great effort not to fixate on quite how much he liked this fact. What’s more, she didn’t help matters in the least. Her back was pleasantly warm as she sat flush against his chest. He brought his arms around her waist, gripping the reigns tightly as his horse pawed at the ground impatiently, its movements causing their bodies to jostle against one another in a way that made the back of his neck hot.
Then she shifted back against him. With her ass.
Holy fuck.
He grunted at her words, trying his best to ignore the way static had just shot the length of his spine at the contact.
“Yes. If you’re going to keep fidgeting like that, I’m not going to be able to concentrate,” he bit out without thinking. The words only made his neck grow hotter as they registered. He cleared his throat. “Just sit still. I’ll move.”
He hopped down, waiting patiently as she shifted back a little in the saddle, and then remounted so that he was sat in front of her. This felt more familiar.
So why was the thought of her wrapping her arms around his middle causing his pulse to race so erratically?
Tch.
He needed to get a grip of himself. This was fucking ridiculous.
“Just grab on tight,” he muttered, before kicking his horse forward at speed.
The sooner he got her back to her quarters, safely tucked away at the castle, the sooner he could bid her goodnight and go and plunge his head into a bucket of icy water. He needed to have a word with himself.
Why, though, did he feel as though Historia may have other ideas?
♕ —-; She felt her face getting hot even with the brisk winter air. She breathed out; a puff of hair leaving her lips as she felt relieved that Levi was going to allow them to switch spots. Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t be able to breathe the entire ride there. When he sat in front, she could feel her heart settle a little, until she realized that the only way to sustain from falling off was to wrap her arms around him. Her hands were preparing to go in for the dive, under his arms and just around his ribs.
She shook away the trembles, not understanding why she was becoming bothered by something completely platonic. When he told her to hold on tight, she felt relieved. Gently, she gripped just above his waist, her arms not entirely long enough to do so without nearly having her chin on his back. But, she tried to give him some breathing space – not wanting to invade him entirely. Azure irises looked up at the moon as they road through the night, the only source of light illuminating their path back to Mitras.
The horse’s hooves stammering against the snow was the only sound accompanying the pair. Tiny snowflakes fell around them – probably brushing off the trees along the winds. But, in this split moment, the world seemed so beautiful and quiet. Without noticing, Historia’s body stopped being tense and she found herself laying her body against his back. It was so firm and strong. Boldly, she pressed her right cheek against him while closing her eyes. He was also incredibly warm.
“…Forgive me, I’m a bit tired.” She felt safe, on this speeding stallion, just resting against him. She remained that way for a while, bathing in the comfort he brought to her in silence. That was when she decided to bravely speak the words tracing along her heart from the moment they decided to return to Mitras together.
“Hey Levi…?” She knew there was no going back now and had to summon the courage to continue. “…I was wondering…once we make it back to the capitol…” another pause. “…if we could perhaps…spend the rest of my birthday together?” Her heart felt like it was going to explode with how anxiously she anticipated his response. She sat up and tried to save herself by saying,
“…I-I’ve had something to give you for a while now…but I’m not sure if maybe you’re too tired…” She buried her face into his back, as if she could hide from the world and the embarrassment she felt for acting like such a school girl. “…If not then…I’m okay with simply returning to my room…” She squeezed his coat beneath her fingers, hating herself for being so bold.
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Enveloped in her dainty arms, the warmth of her body pressed to his back, Levi felt himself caught between the oddest contradiction of sensations.
On the one hand, he was very aware of the fact that despite them being close as friends, they had never found themselves in a position like this before, and that fact set him on edge as he desperately tried to keep his mind focused on the road ahead of them.
And yet, on the other hand, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so comfortable next to another human being. Even with the snow now beginning to twirl around them, the heavens suddenly shrouded in a blanket of white, the heat between their bodies was enough to stave off the cold air. He felt as though he could ride out all night like this, with her wrapped so tightly around him; her clasped hands pressed against his stomach through the thick material of his coat. He found himself momentarily wishing she'd slip them beneath it - if only just to keep her fingers out of the night's chill.
When he felt what was unmistakably her cheek come to rest between his shoulder blades, Levi's heart sped up. She might as well be embracing him in earnest at this point. He resigned himself to the realisation that this was not an undesirable idea.
What was happening to him tonight?
Forgive me.
"There's nothing to forgive," he muttered back to her, but he didn't turn his head, just in case she'd see the heat he could feel spreading up his face.
Her next request only served to make his heart hammer harder, to the point he was sure she'd feel it beating right through his damned back, against that soft cheek of hers.
What could she possibly want to give him?
Shit. It wasn't anything to do with his birthday, was it? He hadn't thought to give her anything for hers. Should he have?
He suddenly felt like such an inconsiderate ass.
"No. I'm not tired," he answered her honestly. After a moment, he added, "I hope whatever it is you want to give me, you haven't gone to any trouble. You really sure you don't have anyone better to spend your birthday with than a middle-aged, miserable shit like me?"
His fingers tightened on the reins, and he found himself praying that in fact, she didn't. He could see the street lights of Mitras flickering up ahead as they were fast approaching the entryway to the city, and he really wasn't ready to give up her company just yet. He tried to convince himself that it was simply about her safety, but at this point, there was a large part of him that knew there was absolutely more to it than that.
