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summary: between sleepless nights, bruised hands, and captain levi’s relentless attention, the line between self-preservation and self-destruction begins to blur. captain levi watches you like he’s waiting for you to make a mistake. the problem is that you can’t stop watching him back.
words: 4.1k
part: 4/? (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3.)
content warning(s): age difference, power imbalance, loss of innocence, canon-typical violence, circa season 1 of aot, aged up recruits, slight eren yeager/reader, not so slowburn, eventual explicit sexual content.
chapter specific warnings: kissing, edging, fingering, mildly dubious consent, levi genuinely being an asshole
author's note: idk why this took me so long. i decided to cut what was originally going to be this entire chapter in half so i could focus on some pacing? idk. im like proud of this and not at the same time. ok anyways. sorry if this is shit. go read freaks.
Levi pushed you onto your back, thunder crashed at the same time that your body pressed underneath him halfway on your bedroll and the tarp floor. His leg slotted between your own and you felt the harsh ridges of his body against your chest. Despite Levi being relatively shorter than most of the men in the regimen, he made up for it in strength. You could barely move underneath him, completely at his mercy while his hand grazed your throat, thumb cradled underneath your jaw with the rest of his fingers splayed across your cheek near your ear.
You sighed into his mouth, one of your hands resting at the base of his neck, fingers brushing against his undercut. Right as you were getting comfortable in that position, underneath him, your hand in his hair, kissing him like you had no other desire in the word, he pulled away, gripping the wrist of the hand in his hair. Levi’s pale grey eyes looked over you, panting with his mouth slightly parted, a sight you only saw with the flash of lighting. You felt him put the hand down, next to your face, held down by the sheer weight of him.
“No touching,” He said, to which you gave him a strange look, even though you could barely see him in the darkness. Was he seriously saying you couldn’t touch him when he had you like this? The time for setting boundaries had clearly already passed considering the position he had you in and how many kisses he already gave.
You raised your other hand to touch him. “Are you serious?”
He sat back on his knees and grabbed that one as well, holding them both in front of you and putting both your wrists into one hand. “I’m serious, Cadet.” It felt incredibly wrong for him to say that in this context, and you hated how much you actually liked it, a stinging, hot feeling flooding in your chest. The grip tightened, pushing down until they were above your head. You hated feeling so exposed, so pliant underneath him but you really had no other choice.
“But how am I —”
“I can stop if you don’t want to listen.”
No. No. You didn’t want him to stop. And you knew Levi, maybe not like this, but who he was as your Captain. When he ordered you to do something, you were supposed to listen. He wouldn’t give you any legroom, he wasn’t that type of person. It was either all or nothing, and you definitely didn’t want him to stop and go back to the awkwardness that had been growing in the tent earlier.
When you didn’t speak nor fight against his hand, he seemed to take that as a response, leaning back over you using his forearms to keep him up. Levi’s lips were on your again, other hand travelling down your waist until it settled towards the base of your shirt, stalling like he was thinking. In the meantime, he busied himself with your mouth, using your parted lips to his advantage to lazily sweep his tongue inside. A test. And when he decided that he liked the soft whimper that left your mouth, he did it again, much bolder this time, breath mingling with your own.
You wished you could touch him. All you wanted to do was wrap your hands in his hair or grip onto his waist to pull him as close as physics would allow you to be. It felt like torture, completely at his mercy, taking whatever he allowed you to take. He seemed to relent with the pace of his kisses, taking more time between them, soft and reverent but still harsh, bruising. He wanted you to remember even though you knew you would never forget.
The hand on your wrists eased a bit, his mouth pulling away from your own, teeth grazing your bottom lip in a crude sort of bite. “I’m going to let go of your wrists,” he said, barely audible over the rain pattering on the top of the tent. “Don’t move them, keep them there, can you do that for me?”
You nodded, completely forgetting that he could barely see you.
“I said: Can you do that for me?” He asked again, this time with bite in his voice.
“Yes,” you spoke, panting from lack of air. “I can do that.”
Levi released his grip then on your wrist, the same hand gripping your jaw. “Good.”
As filthy as it was, you felt yourself swimming in the little praise he gave you. It was the same type of praise as when he would tell you your form looked good. Except this time it felt better, this time it made you want to please him.
You felt his fingers splay against your waist, tucking them underneath the edge of your shirt, finally making contact with your skin. It was tentative at first, gauging your reaction, allowing you to press your hips up into his. A tiny groan left his lips, a desperate thing, cracking the perfectly built walls of his composure. You couldn’t help but grin against his mouth, you had a tiny victory against him even if he wanted to have your hands above your head. It wasn’t in your nature to be completely compliant, he should know that. You had proved that to Levi that night in the library when you almost threw yourself against him.
His fingers continued to travel up, gaining some more clarity and dominance, pressing against your ribcage before going higher, the callouses rough against the softness of your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps raising on your arms and legs. Then, his hand finally made contact with your covered breast. Gasping against his mouth, you clenched and unclenched your hands, itching to coax him to go faster. But Levi didn’t, he was doing the same thing to you as before, stretching out your resolve so slowly it made you lose your mind.
Levi squeezed, pulling away from your lips to watch your reaction while he hooked his thumb under the underside of your bra, pulling it up over it, replacing the fabric with his hand. It was so embarrassing that such a tiny touch from him had such an effect on you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when his fingers squeezed your nipple, a shockwave of a feeling. A bolt of lightning hit again, just bright enough that you could see his face above you, in his eyes a mix of curiosity and intensity.
That’s when it all fell apart.
He was greedy, hands becoming hard and steady against your chest, fingers twisting against your perked nipple while the other came down to pull your shirt up, just enough to expose your chest. It took everything in you to keep your hands above your head, watching him scootch lower so he was face to face with your exposed stomach. Levi pressed a kiss right next above your abdominal muscles, and then another one, followed by a tiny bite. His kisses trailed up, hands pushing up your sports bra to expose your bare breasts to him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered against your skin, tongue darting on the bottom of your breast, licking a clean stripe up before taking your perked nipple right into his mouth.
“Shit,” you breathed, heartbeat pounding against your chest so hard that you were sure he could feel it. His other hand pressed against your waist, keeping you steady so you wouldn’t squirm effectively pinning you. Levi shushed you, mouth moving to the soft flesh, using his teeth to deliver a bruise you knew would show up in the morning.
And he just kept going, using your tiny gasps as fuel while he kissed your chest, your stomach, right next to your waistline, occasionally nipping at the skin to deliver those tiny red marks. You’d seen bruises like this on your comrades' necks from time to time, usually after days of rest where all of you snuck out to the bars and didn’t come back until the early morning. But Levi was marking you somewhere where no one would see, a secret between the two of you in the dark of the tent, so only you would know that you were truly his. It was better this way, trapped in this little bubble where the outside world didn’t matter.
After a long stripe across your abdomen, Levi looked back up at you, being met with your gaze, watching him with a look of something similar to devotion. Slowly, you betrayed his orders and reached out to place your hand on his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. Instead of reprimanding you, like you thought that he was, Levi let out a groan, cheek pressed firm against your stomach while he leaned into the touch, needy. Maybe this is what he meant when he didn’t want you to touch him, because his composure would break too much and he wouldn’t know what to do with the pieces of him scattered around when he truly let himself go.
The soft moment broke again, replaced with the searing urge of him to go farther. Your hips pressed up against Levi’s own, making him come back up to face you, holding your jaw in place. You thought he was going to say something again, chastise you, but instead all you could hear was his ragged breathing, hand pushing down your stomach to slip below your waistband.
Your eyes widened, finding his in the dark, mouth parting when his hand finally made contact with you between your legs. It was nothing like how it was when you had done it to yourself the miniscule amount of times you had attempted it. There was never any time to yourself when you shared a room with a bunch of other people. In those rare moments when you had done it, it was hurried and impractical, not knowing exactly what felt good.
But Levi knew exactly what felt good, his fingers spreading you open, knee kicking against your legs to move them wider. The second his thumb came in contact with your clit, your back arched against the bedroll, head throwing back and a loud moan leaving your lips. His empty hand clamped around your mouth, the salt of his sweat coating your lips.
“Do you really want to wake up the whole camp?” Levi whispered, his voice a mix of his typical commanding tone and a tease. “Have them know what I’m doing to you?” Almost as a punishment, his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing a harsh circle against it that sent you reeling.
Your face reddened, thinking about the possibility of everyone finding out. It was unlikely, given the weather, but the way he was making you feel now was only the beginning. You could imagine the look on Eren’s face in the morning, asking you why you’d gotten yourself mixed up with Captain Levi. There would be no way to deny it, especially if they heard your moans, you two were sharing a tent together, which would be evidence enough of the indiscretion.
The friction he created with this thumb was relentless, a punishing heat that made your vision begin to blur at the edges. What you couldn’t see in the darkness was his sharp, grey eyes tracking every single tremor that was elicited from your muscles and every breath hitched from your throat. He was watching your body with the precision he applied to all things, cold and ruthless, never a step less or a step forward than what was necessary. Levi was playing with you, much like a predator played with his food.
A particularly satisfying circle on your clit made your whole body almost freeze up, your hands, which had stubbornly not stayed where he wanted them to stay, continued to grip onto his hair, his clothed bicep, his back, anywhere that you could stay grounded. “Right there?” Levi muttered, head dropping down to the shell of your ear, a low timbre. When you didn’t respond right away, he did the same thing again, making your toes clench as your legs tried to close. The sensation was too much to handle, he was making you feel too good. “I need words, or I’ll stop. And you don’t want me to stop, right?” He repeated the same thing he said earlier, always threatening to stop, to put the walls between the two of you back up. Your mouth felt dry, unable to find the words you wanted to say.
So, you shook your head in frantic agreement, and he didn’t need light to see it, letting out a low, dark huff of amusement, a vibration in his chest you could feel against your own. He didn’t ease up; he leaned into the feeling, shifting his weight, thigh pressing firmly between yours to keep you held open. There was no hiding from him. Granted with better access, his fingers, slick and warm from you, moved more purposely. His index and middle finger swiped against your slit, being met with the soppy feeling of your wetness.
“You’re so receptive, Cadet,” Levi muttered, head pulling up just an inch, breath fanning against your cheek. “Who knew this is all I needed to do to remind you of your place?”
The arrogance of his tone didn’t bother you like it had previous times, his dominance was borderline primal. He didn’t command authority the same way that he did on the field as your Captain, he reached for it and grabbed it right by the throat.
Those same two fingers pushed inside of you, an intrusion that would normally hurt from your inexperience, but your body was so open to him. He could’ve fit more in with ease, your hole eager and waiting just for him.
“Levi . . .” You finally managed to gasp out, finding your voice again with just his name, a breathless little plea. It was the first time you had ever called him by his actual name instead of his rank, which made his hand stall for only a moment, obviously stunned by what normally would be an indiscretion on your part.
You waited for the reprimand like always, thinking he would stop.
“Say it again,” he commanded, teeth grazing your jaw. In the brief moments of the rain letting up its assault on the tent, you were met with the slick, wet sounds of his movement. “Tell me exactly what you want. Don’t just nod like a damn fool. You know it’s hard to see in the dark.”
He was being cruel. It’s what you had called him back in the library. Cruel for leaving you high and dry there, and cruel for giving you exactly too much. It was a vicious cycle, testing your limits and forcing you to strip away the last of your professional composure. He wanted to hear the desperation of your voice, crumble into something raw and honest. His fingers curled inside you in a ‘come here’ motion, stretching you and hitting that sensitive, perfect spot with a deliberate thrust.
“Please,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand. “Don’t stop, please.”
You didn’t realize how loud you were being, how much the outside world still existed. Levi tsked, his other hand reaching for your jaw. With your mouth parted, it was easy to slide two fingers into there as well, the intrusion of salty, sweat coated fingers against your tongue. It sent a jolt of pure shock through your system, your eyes flew wide, staring up into the dark void where his face should be. He multitasked with a terrified, singular focus, the fingers in your mouth keeping your cries muffled.
The friction sent you right to the edge you had only reached a handful of times, teetering on the line of complete submission, the tension in your core coiled into a tight vibrating knot. The tension was this close to that unbearable peak, one you wanted so badly. That was when Levi decided to slow. The change was so jarring, you were sure you would’ve cried out if it hadn’t been for the fingers slotted between your lips. Fingers transitioned into a slow, agonizing glide, barely touching you. A light, teasing brush, barely enough to maintain the brutal sensation from before but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
You tried to say something around his fingers, something close to his name as well as a curse. The tightly wound spring in you twitched in anticipation for a feeling that never came. He was withholding the very thing you were dying for.
“Not yet,” he cooed, pulling his fingers out for a moment so that his thumb could brush against your cheek to catch a stray tear or a beat of sweat, you weren’t sure which one. He held all the supplies that you wanted and you were starving. You needed to reach that peak or you felt as though you would die, your whole world reduced to this tent where nothing mattered except him. Levi leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss, more of a taunt than a comfort. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” he whispered. “I can feel you trembling, how much you’re begging for it.”
“Levi — I can’t —”
“You can. You just have to wait, you’ll stay right on this edge until I decide you’ve earned it.”
You felt completely unraveled, a heavy pulsing ache of frustration settled deep into your bones. Hypersensitive to the slightest movement of his hand. Every time that feeling threatened to lurch forward, to force that release from your body, he was a wall of iron will, pulling back while you were held at that agonizing limbo.
The word please spilled from your mouth so much it began to lose its meaning, a desperate mantra. Your hands began to claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt like you could somehow pull the mercy out of him. “Feels like . . . I’m going to break,” you whined.
“Then break,” he countered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He wasn’t being soft, and he definitely wasn’t being nice, he demanded total surrender. Perhaps what you thought was you surrendering wasn’t enough. He wanted to break you into pieces with no intention of putting you back together. His fingers continued their deep thrusts, reaching in places you didn’t even know existed until now, while his thumb on your clit stalled, fingerpad just barely touching you.
You weren’t even sure how long he had you like this, the seconds blurring into minutes, minutes blurring into five, and possibly ten. All you could focus on was the push and pull, seeing just how much he would make you endure before he decided it was good enough. How could you prove that you were good enough when he would barely let you move your hips? How he put his fingers back into your mouth so you could barely speak? It was torture, beautiful agonizing torture. Every time you attempted to buck your hips up to reach for even a semblance of your pride, he mocked you by slowing down even more.
“Don’t be a brat,” he murmured. “Tell me who owns this feeling, tell me who's going to decide when you finally get to break.”
He wanted you to bed, not just for pleasure or release, but for permission to exist for only a fraction in his world. And you couldn’t, you couldn’t speak or find the words inside of you. “I’m quite certain I gave you an order, Cadet.”
“You,” you choked out, not even knowing if you actually said it or if you were screaming in your mind instead. It was a barely audible sound against his fingers, a lewd, spit filled sound. You wished there was light, so your face could do the talking for you, your eyes reached into the darkness with a piercing gaze.
“Good.”
It was a sound of satisfaction, making your heart hammer against your ribs. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, but before you could draw a full breath he replaced them with a harsh kiss. It was a claim, like sealing a contract you had unknowingly surrendered to. And then, his mercy finally came. His fingers didn’t tease you anymore, they didn’t slow down. The pace quickened, two fingers plunging deep over and over while his thumb became violent and frantic. He didn’t just guide you to release, he was forcibly throwing you over the edge. The dam finally broke, the tension snapping, and you basically screamed against his mouth, a loud snap of thunder outside concealing it.
Your entire world didn’t shatter, it dissolved into a violent sensation that was so absolute you weren’t sure you were still breathing. A tidal wave of unadulterated sensation that ripped right through your bones, your veins, your muscles, leaving you gasping and trembling all over. Your back arched enough to where it could practically snap, fingers digging into his shoulders enough that it could bruise. Levi didn’t let go of you, he didn’t let you go down easily to admire his handiwork. He led you through that beautiful wreckage, hand staying heavy against you, fingers working deep to milk every last drop of it.
Eventually, the climax began to subside into shuddering aftershocks, his hand pulling away from you. Your whole body was layered with a thick coat of sweat, heartbeat struggling to return back to normal. Levi pushed off of you, obviously content with himself reducing you to a trembling mess. The sounds of the tent began to return back to normal, just your breathing and the faint pattering of rain on the tarp above you. When you finally got the strength to push yourself up onto your elbows, Levi was already sitting back on his bedroll, like he hadn’t just given you the most mind shattering orgasm of your entire life, his shadow unmoving. You weren’t even sure if he was looking at you or not. It felt like a slap to the face.
You practically inched over to sit completely on your bedroll, heart thrumming once in a while, refusing to settle. The silence between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife and you refused to even glance at him, realizing how easy it was for the power dynamic to fall back into place between the two of you. You had initiated first, and he left you a gasping mess with ease, pulling at the strings of you like you were nothing more than a loosely knitted sweater to unravel.
Now there were things sitting between the two of you that weren't there before, or maybe they had always been there and it was the first time that both of you had addressed it fully. The library, the night you couldn’t sleep, it was all a test of fleeting moments into one sharp and heady encounter. Would there be more? Or would everything go back to the way it was before? You couldn’t even imagine going through the rest of this expedition not talking to Levi about it. But he was always so composed, so stoic when he wanted to be. You had to throw yourself at him to even get him to break, and who knew you would have the courage to do it again.
Reality seemed to settle over the both of you. In the morning, there would be the same expedition, the scouts outside riding closer to the next destination. Morning would come whether you wanted it to or not. The thoughts of intimacy hadn’t ever felt frightening before. Not because you were scared of him, but because you realized you were already thinking of the possibilities of next time.
“You should sleep,” Levi said, breaking the fragile silence. So normal and so composed. You expected as much, the familiar mask of Captain Levi replacing whatever the hell was there before, not even bothering to acknowledge the line that had been so thoroughly defiled and crossed. It was a deflection, but you were too tired to prod him more. You were exhausted now, and your muscles felt like melting ice.
So you laid down fully, turning your back to him making a point, even though he couldn’t see you and it was a stupid petty childish thing in the first place.
Sleep consumed you regardless and Levi haunted your dreams. Instead of the what ifs that your brain concocted weeks ago, they were memories. Pieces stitched together by your subconscious, mocking and unyielding.
summary: between sleepless nights, bruised hands, and captain levi’s relentless attention, the line between self-preservation and self-destruction begins to blur. captain levi watches you like he’s waiting for you to make a mistake. the problem is that you can’t stop watching him back.
words: 6.3k
part: 1/? (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4.)
content warning(s): age difference, power imbalance, loss of innocence, canon-typical violence, circa season 1 of aot, aged up recruits, slight eren yeager/reader, not so slowburn, eventual explicit sexual content.
chapter specific warnings: tension? mentions of death. reader passes out.
author's note: this is the first chapter of a multi-chapter fanfiction cross posted on my ao3. hope you guys enjoy! my inbox is open for fic requests and headcanon requests, as well as just to chat.
Sticking your tongue into the junction of your upper and lower teeth, you swung your sword with purpose.
Thwack!
The enemy did not relent, casting his arm over his head to shield the blow, while the other arm jutted its own weapon out towards your hip. With practiced ease, you maneuvered your body to spin, using your own momentum to propel yourself forward. Your blade slotted in the space between his collarbone and neck, pinning him down onto the ground with your knees. It was here that you had him, one more slice and he would be gone.
Eren’s green eyes widened as he looked up at you, soft tufts of grass displaying around his head like a crown. “Did Mikasa show you that and not me?” He asked as an obvious surrender, tone shifting into that of concern instead of determination. “I told her that you two training together would do more harm than good.”
He pushed himself up, face only a few inches from yours when he grinned childishly. “I mean, it would do more harm than good for Armin and I. You two would be unstoppable if we all got into an argument.”
You laughed, setting your training sword on the ground in order to crawl off of him, looking in the distance at the other cadets sparring in the low evening light. A moment later you held out your hand, to which he grabbed and used your leverage to anchor himself up, brushing the dirt off of his tan pants. “You seem too cocky for someone who was put on their ass a second ago,” you muttered.
Around you, the field buzzed with the humming sounds of cicadas clinging to the trees, the dull percussion of training blades intercepting once in a while over their song. The evening sun hung low, bleeding gold across your friends face.
“Seriously,” Eren continued, panting for breath, “whatever Mikasa is showing you, she definitely skipped over with the rest of us.”
“Maybe she just likes me more.”
A snort was heard nearby from Sasha, who was sitting cross-legged in the grass, nursing a bruise blossoming along her jaw. Next to her was Connie, muttering an apology for hitting too hard to cause harm. You took a moment to admire the scene in front of you, soldiers paired up with one another as they practiced their sparring before calling it a night, taking the last bits of light until it was replaced with the moon. It had been a month since you and your friends had joined the Scouts, desiring the freedom that came from being outside the walls. The Battle of Trost was still fresh in all of your minds, enough to where sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
The scattered conversations around the field began thinning and practice swords eventually lowered. You could see the weight of their exhaustion in their shoulders. Towards the end of the day all of you got sluggish, sleep so close yet so far away.
Sasha groaned dramatically. “I think I’m dying.”
“You say that every time someone touches you,” Connie said.
She stood up from the ground and looked down at him, giving him a light kick. “Because all of you are violent.”
You smiled despite yourself, hand reaching to your shoulder to rub absently. Everything hurts lately. Bruises were layered over older bruises before they had the time to fade, muscles sore from drills specifically were designed to push recruits until they collapsed. Hange had cheerfully informed all of you during breakfast this morning that the pain meant that your body was learning, to which you had to physically hold Jean so that he didn’t throw a spoon at them from across the mess hall.
Eren began to say something else, which you half listened to while your gaze drifted to the far side of the training grounds. It was there that you saw Captain Levi, standing near the wooded perimeter fence. One hand rested against the hilt attached to his hip while the other held him steady against the wood. He was watching the group to your right, and then in an instant, he was looking at you.
Heat crawled unpleasantly up the back of your neck.
It had become a recurring problem over the past two weeks, where you always caught his attention at the worst possible moments. His attention always shifted at times where you were idle, like now as you stood talking with your friends while you were supposed to be training, or the night that you were ordered to clean the mess hall floors and took a little bit too much time filling the bucket with water. It was as though he could sense the exact moment that your focus slipped.
You looked away first. He was difficult to look at directly for too long. His gaze was sharp in a way that made you feel abruptly aware of yourself. Your posture. Your breathing. The dirt on your boots. Though, it was too late. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him moving closer. The conversations began to dull almost instinctively, quieter in the way that you all became whenever Captain Levi crossed the grounds. Everyone tried to make themselves look busy. Sasha stood up from her sitting position while Connie pretended he was fixing the laces of his boots. Eren grabbed his sword from the ground along with yours, handing it to you.
Levi stopped a few feet away from your group, his gaze sweeping across your groups scattered training swords and half-resting soldiers. His mouth twitched.
Disapproval.
“That’s really interesting,” he said in a flat tone. “I don’t remember dismissing any of you.”
“We’ve been training for over three hours,” Eren muttered under his breath, as if to only say it to your group instead of the Captain. The moment it left his mouth you could see the regret on his face because Levi heard him anyway, and you could see your friend reconsider every life decision that led him to this moment.
“And somehow you still can’t fight for shit.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, the fleshy skin anchoring you hard enough to stop yourself from smiling.
Unfortunately for you, Levi seemed to notice that too. “You think that’s funny?”
Amusement vanished from your expression. “No, sir.”
“Hm.”
You knew that he didn’t believe you and for one unbearable second, his eyes lingered on you. Cool gray analyzing your face with the same focus you had noticed him giving broken equipment or badly cleaned floors. Your stomach dropped, preparing for another snide remark thrown your way, another way that he could spot out your lack of attention or drive.
Instead, his gaze fixed downward to the sword hanging loosely at your side in your hand.
“You’re holding it wrong.”
Your fingers instinctively tightened around the grip of the base. “I—”
“In real combat you would lose two fingers trying to catch it once it falls out of your grip.” His voice was straight as he spoke, like he was bored. “If you weren’t already impaled by the enemy.”
Heat rose to your face.
Levi extended his arm toward you expectantly. And for a second you only stared at him, blinking in confusion before realizing that he wanted your sword, which you quickly handed over. His finger brushed yours briefly, the contact of calloused fingers dragging against your skin before he stepped back. It was less than a second, but it still left you aware of your own heartbeat thumping in your chest.
He rotated the sword in his grip, like it was made for him. He was confident in the way that he held it, as though he would be able to do considerable damage with a sword that was dulled for training. You watched as his fingers curved against the hilt, thumb pressed into the leather handle to steady it.
“You’re compensating too much with your wrist,” he stated, like it was obvious. “You’ll never get a good slash on a titan with the way you were holding it. You’re better off just standing in front of it and letting it eat you.”
“I wasn’t that bad,” you muttered.
Levi’s eyes squinted.
“No,” he agreed, an amusing lilt to his voice. Would he actually compliment you for once?
“You were worse.”
Typical.
“I don’t understand what his problem is,” Eren said to you, passing a piece of bread your way from across the table. The mess hall was filled with multiple different conversations, all ranging to wildly different things. Though, after your encounter with the Captain on the training yard, your group was focused on debriefing what had happened before he let everyone go for the night. You caught the bread before it could bounce off your tray, tearing a piece from it and plopping the bit into your mouth. It was still warm.
Across from you, Armin winced. “I think the Captain is like that with everyone.”
It was typical for Armin to try and see the bright side of things, even when it came to your brooding Captain. His words comforted you more than you let on, giving him a sympathetic look before returning your gaze to the bowl of some type of stew in front of you.
“No,” Jean interjected. “He definitely enjoys being mean to her specifically.”
You shot him a glare.
Jean raised his hands up, one of them holding a spoon as he said, “What? It’s true! He just insults us. She gets a play by play of everything she did wrong.”
Eren kicked him underneath the table. “You aren’t helping.”
Despite reminiscing about your close call with the Captain earlier, you felt some of the tension you had been holding begin to loosen. The mess hall buzzed, steam rising from bowls that smelled like vegetables and broth. It felt normal, or as normal as things could feel after Trost. Your gaze drifted absently across the room, watching your fellow soldiers crowd together. Some laughed too loudly, others were falling asleep hung over tables, a few just stared at nothing.
“You know,” Connie started, “I think the Captain paying attention to you is probably a good thing.”
“That’s the worst thing anyone has ever said to me,” you replied flatly.
He grinned, but leaned forward. “No, listen. Captain Levi barely notices most people. Or doesn’t care to notice people.” A beat. Before he said, “Maybe he just thinks that you have potential.”
Jean pointed at you with his spoon. “Or maybe he thinks you’re going to die horribly.”
“That too.”
Eren raised to your defense again, but the argument blurred into the familiar background noise of the table while you tore at another piece of bread, dipping it into the broth. Potential. You doubted that it was that. There was no way that the Captain was picking on you because of that. He probably thought that you were a dumb little girl who wanted to play with swords and decided to join the Scouts to try and make a name for yourself. Or maybe he thought that you had a death wish, and he was trying to teach you that even if you die, you would die fighting. You hated that you wanted to prove him wrong.
With every fibre of your being, you just wanted to prove him wrong.
You wanted him to look at you and think you were capable instead of careless.
Sasha said something to you and you pretended to hear it, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. A hand came and laid on your own. Eren. “He’s just a dick, don’t take it personally, really,” he said, trying his best to comfort you. “He needs to get laid.”
Mikasa scrunched up her face. “Ew.”
Connie burst into laughter loud enough to turn a few heads from the nearby tables, while Jean nearly choked on his drink.
Armin looked horrified. “Eren,” he said weakly. “You can’t just say that. We should not speculate about the Captain's personal life like that.”
“Why not?” Sasha asked.
“Because if he hears us talking about this we’ll probably die.”
After the bit of laughter had settled down, Armin forced a subject change.
You couldn’t sleep.
You tried to reason with yourself that it was the bruise that was blooming on the back of your thigh from taking a fall earlier that was making you too uncomfortable. But you knew that it was because of the nightmares that plagued you the moment you closed your eyes. In the darkness, Trost waited for you.You saw blood spilling across the stone streets, dust and smoke making everything blurry. ODM gear screamed through the air alongside your fellow soldiers begging for help that never came. Titans wandered through your thoughts like gods at the top of the food chain, mouths opening and eating soldiers between rows of teeth. And afterward, the vomiting. The regurgitated mangled bodies on the ground because its stomach had become too full.
With a quiet exhale, you shoved your blanket away and sat upright. Carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, the wooden floor creaking faintly beneath your feet.
Maybe fresh air would help.
You moved through the halls, pulling the door open just enough to slip outside. Once the cold air hit your face, the sharpness grounded you. For a moment, you stood there beneath the moonlight and breathed. The air was almost sweet smelling. Unlike the air you were used to behind the walls that smelled faintly of smoke and livestock. The grounds looked entirely different at night. Softer. The noise of the day had stilled into silence which left only the trees to rustle their song, the occasional owl hooting.
Your gaze looked upward toward the stars. So many people had died beneath this sky, so many people that you weren’t sure you could remember all of their names anymore.
The thought settled heavily in your chest.
“You’re going to freeze to death standing out here.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the voice. And when you turned your head, Captain Levi was there, sitting on the steps near one of the other entrances, half-shadowed by darkness. He was impossibly still. You wouldn’t have even known that he was there if he hadn’t made you aware of it. In his hand, there was a teacup. You could see the steam rolling off of it.
You crossed your arms against your chest instead of answering him, gaze drifting toward the stretch of trees in the distance. The forest looked endless from here. Almost consuming. Neither of you spoke to fill in the silence, which should have felt uncomfortable. Instead, however, it settled strangely still between the both of you.
He spoke again. Slightly louder this time.
“You’re useless to me if you get yourself sick.”
You considered immediately going back inside. That was probably the smart decision, because the thought of being alone at night with Captain Levi felt inherently dangerous to the peace you tried to keep in your mind, especially after the disaster that had happened earlier during training. But a part of you knew that leaving now would make it look like you were afraid of him. Which, for the record, you absolutely were, though, not in the way that he probably thought.
“I’ll survive a little cold air,” you answered instead, keeping your voice firm. Though it was after hours, he was still your Captain.
Levi made a quiet sound against the rim of his teacup, a sound that seemed like half agreement and half dismissal. “You recruits are all stubborn in the exact same way,” he muttered. “You’ve barely spent any time out of here and you think that you can survive it.”
“I survived Trost.”
“If I hadn’t come and protected you and your friends while you tried to pull Yeager out of that titan, you would have died. And we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”
The words thrummed through the soft air like a chord struck wrong. Your jaw tightened immediately, fingers curling against your arms. It was cruel. You tried to reason in your head. He was cruel. He spent all of this time trying to beat you down and even when you were off-duty he did the same. Images of that day came back uninvited, like you were asleep again, and you could see Eren’s titan collapsing, you could feel the absolute desperation that you had felt while trying to break him free before more Titans arrived. And then Captain Levi, cutting through them like it was just another day.
“I know that,” you answered, something defensive behind your words.
“Do you?”
Irritation flooded you.
“Yes.”
It was then that Levi stood from his spot on the steps, stretching his legs for a moment before walking closer towards you. He looked different now when you saw him in this low light now that you could see him completely. Less composed, less sharp. Like for almost a moment he wasn’t the strongest soldier that humanity had ever seen and he was just . . . Levi. He stood before you, teacup lazily slung in between his fingers of the hand that rested beside him. You stepped back a pace, and then another, wanting to put as much space in between him and you so that he wouldn’t see just how terrified you actually were that day.
“You say that,” he replied, “but you throw yourself into training like you’re trying to prove something. You overextend your swings, you ignore openings, and you stop thinking when your emotions get involved. If you want to survive more than a week when we go on our expeditions, you need to start thinking like a soldier instead of a scared little girl. Or maybe you just have a death wish. Is that what you want?”
The words were like a slap to your face. It knocked you in the same way that it had on the training field. Something sharp twisted violently into your chest. You always hated the way that Eren blew his top off before thinking about his words first, always chastising him while you were supposed to be considered the more level-headed one. But Captain Levi had struck a nerve, one that you couldn’t find in you to settle. It wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to die. You wanted to survive. Levi watched you carefully, gray eyes fixed on your face with that same unbearable focus. He was testing you, you knew this.
“You’re angry,” he stated. Baiting you.
“No shit.”
“You need to figure out what you want. Then you’ll become a good soldier.”
Levi stepped closer, and this time you didn’t move back. He was close enough that you could see the push and pull of his chest raising with every breath he took. You could smell the faint smell of tea leaves and clean linen beneath the cold night air. If you looked down even slightly, you would notice the way his fingers rested loosely around the porcelain cup. You kept your eyes fixed stubbornly on his face instead. The corner of your mouth raised for a moment, trying hard to keep your emotions underneath the surface, pretending that your skin wasn’t crawling and heating up at the same time because of how close he was.
Silence was deafening. Even the owls had ceased to hoot. The trees were listening. Understanding. Your eyes watched his, a connection pulled so tight that it felt as though it could snap at any moment.
“If that’s the key to becoming a good soldier,” you asked softly, “then you must have gotten what you want, right, Captain?”
The muscle connecting his jaw to his throat tensed. You wouldn’t have even noticed it if you weren’t so close to him.
“No.”
The answer came immediately. Like it was the only thing keeping you from tearing open his ribcage and examining his heart on a silver platter. Flat. Certain. The answer lodged itself somewhere beneath your sternum, your body keeping it for later. Levi looked away first, breaking the eye contact that had briefly connected you.
“Go back to bed,” he said.
Then, after a beat:
“Before I write you up.”
The cicadas started to hum again.
The next few days passed in a blur, constellations of different moments that could only be equated in the same way that more bruises and more aches made its way on your body. Training. Cleaning. Repairs. More training. The Scouts did not seem particularly interested in whether or not recruits were exhausted and although you could complain, a part of you liked the routine of it. You were able to get lost in yourself and you always were doing things with your friends. You were barely ever alone in the things that you suffered with.
At least now you had stopped waking up screaming. That counted for something.
When you were in those moments where you weren’t with your friends, your thoughts betrayed you and you thought back to that moment with Levi.
Then you must have gotten what you wanted, right, Captain?
No.
No. A single word that danced through your entire body if you thought too much about it. No. Spoken so plainly and so sure-of-himself. It lingered, lodged deep inside of you no matter how many drills you threw yourself into, or how many hours you spent scrubbing blood from training gear or patching tears in your uniform or Eren’s. Captain Levi had looked at you that night like he saw directly through you.
And worse, sometimes when you laid in bed and thought about the way that the moonlight cast across his sharp features, you came to a mutual agreement between yourself.
You had seen something in him too.
“Move your arm.”
Eren grabbed your wrist as it twisted to tie the last of the laces against your brown boots, leaving them to fall flat. You were sitting on the edge of a bench outside with him before you were supposed to run drills with your ODM gear.
“Ow.”
“You really need to take better care of yourself.” He brushed his thumb over a bruise.
“You are possibly the worst person to have that thought considering how hard you pushed yourself all through basic,” you teased, snatching your wrist back from him and continuing to tie your shoes. Morning light spilled through the makeshift shades, catching along both of your bodies. Eren frowned at the bruise for a moment longer, like it had personally offended him.
He opened his mouth, but he was cut off by Mikasa. “We’re going to be late.”
Your group walked briskly to the forest edge, the path worn into the grass that had been walked through by probably hundreds of soldiers throughout the years. All to the same spot in the middle of the forest where you practiced slipping through the air with your ODM gear. The morning air smelled damp, last night’s rain storm helping to emit dew and pine. Somewhere high above, birds called to one another.
After Trost, all of you had become almost painfully attached to one another. Which wasn’t a bad thing, even though soldiers were supposed to stay unemotional and professional on the field, you couldn’t help the connections you had made along the way.
Even Jean.
A sharp whistle cut through the forest, and you fiddled with the last of your gear while staring forward at the noise. There were older Scouts there looking like they had been training for a while already, ODM gear attached to them like they were made for it. In the middle, Captain Levi was there, obviously the source of the whistle to gather everyone's attention. Morning light shined through the trees overhead into fractured pieces, catching against the metal canisters strapped to his thighs, illuminating onto the dark green cloak hanging from his shoulders.
Levi’s gaze swept once across the larger group of recruits that had gathered, expression unreadable. When his eyes passed over you, you could’ve sworn that they had slowed. Barely, but enough for you to recognize the faint glimmer behind them. And then they moved again, mouth open to state, “Today’s drills will be focused on maneuvering through dense coverage. Meaning that if any of you idiots decide to slam yourselves into a tree, at least try not to break the equipment while you’re at it. They’re expensive to make.”
You heard Connie stifle a laugh from behind you. “He definitely practices saying those things in the mirror.”
“Pair off,” Levi ordered. “If I watch any of you nearly kill yourselves today, I will make the next drill worse.”
Everyone immediately disbanded the group into pairs, Eren slotting himself beside you. Not that you minded, training with Eren was easy in the same way that breathing was. You knew each other’s habits too well after all the training you did together in basic. It was you who helped him, along with Reiner and Bertholdt, to train on the ODM gear that kept him in the military. He knew that you always favored your left side, and you knew the exact second that he was going to do something stupid before he even thought about it.
Around you, soldiers began to launch upward through the trees one by one, the familiar sound of the ODM gear firing with sharp metallic bursts. You had always loved this part, the moment right before taking off where gravity seemed to loosen its grip on you. Eren nudged your shoulder. “Race you to the far marker.”
“You will never beat me,” you chided.
“If you have enough time to flirt during drills, you clearly aren’t training hard enough, Yeager.”
Captain Levi.
Before you could even look behind at your Captain, you shot up into the air. “See you there, Eren!”
“Not fair, you didn’t tell me you were —” Eren’s voice dulled into the trees as you swung forward.
The world launched beneath you, gas hissing sharply from the canisters strapped to your hips while your wires shot forward to the trees, catching thick branches in their wake. You had practiced so much with this gear that it was as easy as walking. Past you would be proud, knowing how hard it was to gain the skills that you used so effortlessly now. Momentum grabbed hold while you swung between the trees, sunlight breaking across your vision. Release, fire, anchor swing. It was freedom. This was why you endured everything else. Nothing else mattered in the world when you were flying through the trees.
When you made your way to the first marker that had been slashed into the top of a tree, you took the time to look behind you. Eren was a few meters away from you, his green eyes looking into yours as you turned the corner for the next portion of the route.
A grin had spread across his face. “Oh, so now you wanna slow down?” He shouted.
You laughed softly. “You’re just too easy to beat. I wanted to give you a little help.”
Eren gained enough speed to almost catch your shoulder, shooting through the trees side by side with you for several seconds. This has always come naturally between the two of you, the movement and the instinct of it all. Eren angled sharply around a branch and for a split moment he was ahead of you, attempting to cut you off before the next marker.
Absolutely not.
You fired an anchor higher, slinging your body upward instead of around. You soared right above him perfectly, your stomach flipping with the sudden height. A laugh escaped him, loud and unrestrained. You hadn’t heard him laugh like that since Trost and that thought made your chest soften. It was good. This was good.
“Watch it!” A voice cut through the forest, suspiciously close to you.
When you looked forward, there was no mistaking it. Someone cut right in front of you, the move almost perfect if you hadn’t been lost in your own thoughts. Instead, their wire crossed dangerously close to yours. In an attempt to slow yourself, you angled a hook farther down, as low into the trees as possible as the metal of your gear shrieked.
It wasn’t enough though. Wires collided with a metallic shriek that almost sounded violent. For one horrible second, momentum yanked your body sideways while the tension of your gear snapped beneath you, a singular wire holding you up on the branches that broke under the weight of its tension, snapping in two. Trees blurred together as your balance disappeared entirely.
You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of a tree to hit your body. But it never came, instead you felt the curve of another body hit your back, a strong arm catching around your waist on instinct just as the two of you slammed through a cluster of lower, yet still large, branches. Leaves exploded around the both of you, the sound of splintering wood cracking through your ears.
The ground was next.
Pain burst across your shoulder as the impact knocked the air from your lungs. Damp earth smeared against your uniform while the world seemed to be rolling in a collage of green and blue. You leaned your head forward, the sound of ringing in your ears overcoming any other noise until you finally seemed to have some grip back on reality.
Breathing. Close enough that you could feel it against your skin. A part of you almost wondered if you had crashed into Eren during the fall, since he was the closest person to you at the time. When you rewound your memory, you could barely see the person who passed in front of you. It could’ve been Eren. It had to be Eren.
Your eyes blinked open slowly, vision swimming for a moment before finally focusing enough to understand exactly what you were looking down at.
Captain Levi.
One of his arms remained wrapped tightly around your waist, instinct having forced him to catch you before the both of you hit the ground. His green cloak was twisted around you, branches and crushed leaves tangled through the fabric of his uniform. His fingers were dug hard enough through the harness that you could feel the pressure of them. It was apparent that he kept holding on before the both of you had slammed into the ground.
You were sprawled almost completely over him. The impact had tangled you together in a mess of limbs and ODM wires, one of your thighs resting between your legs while your chest pressed up against his own, so close that you could feel the weight of his heartbeat between your own. In the chaos of the fall, your hands had twisted into the front of his grey shirt, clinging onto him even now as you struggled to catch your breath, your knuckles white.
Too warm.
Too close.
Leaves continued to fall all around you, a considerable hole in the canopy of the forest, allowing for more sun to come peeking through than normal. There were several leaves caught in Levi’s dark hair and a stick poked right out of a hole that had formed in his shirt near his shoulder. The forest floor was littered with bark and snapped branches, obvious evidence of a disaster. Your racing heart was slamming blood so hard into your veins that you could hear your pulse. Levi was staring directly up at you, eyes sharp and narrowed beneath strands of hair that had fallen out of their neat place, splaying across his forehead.
The hand around your waist shifted, tightening reflexively before it seemed he realized he was touching you and released it to fall onto the ground. Your own hands unclenched from his shirt and you stretched your fingers, ignoring the way that you could see ten fingers on one hand instead of five, an obvious sign that you hit your head a little bit too hard. His gaze flickered from them to your face.
“You’re bleeding.”
Were you? Blinking a few times, you quickly sat up and assessed what you could see of your body, still sitting on top of him, your hips slotted against his own. When you reached one of your hands towards your face, it was then that you felt the gash on your cheek, splitting down your cheekbone and stopping, before another cut was felt on your top lip. Blood speckled against your fingertips, maroon in color, still flowing out. You turned your attention back to Captain Levi, who widened his eyes like he was trying to motion at something. Like he was trying to say —
Get off.
You scrambled backward, elbow slipping against the wet leaves beneath you that you almost toppled sideways. Pain flared from your shoulder, but humiliation was the only thing that you could feel. “I —” your voice cracked, making you clear your throat quickly, mortified while trying to untangle your ODM wires from his and somehow making the knots worse.
Levi sat upright in one smooth motion while you were fighting for some sense of dignity on the forest floor. Dirt was streaked across one of his cheeks while leaves seemed to stubbornly stay tangled through his hair. He looked deeply offended, though not as much with what happened with you but with the uncleanlyness of the whole situation. You probably would have laughed if you weren’t actively feeling as though you would die from the humiliation of it all.
So instead you fought with the tangled mess of wires, the metal cables groaning angrily in protest. He watched you for a few moments before reaching over.
“Stop,” he said, flat and immediate. “You’re just making it worse.” Levi leaned closer as his fingers moved through the wires while you sat there and pretended that you didn’t notice how close he was again. His knuckle pressed briefly against your thigh and he pulled against a particularly stubborn knot near the harness of your hip. He hummed in annoyance and you wondered if he had been in this situation before with anyone. If anyone had felt his pulse thrumming through his body like you did.
The thought hit you so suddenly that you recoiled from it like it had physically hit you. Your eyes fixed on his hands, noting the way that he was becoming more irritated the more that he loosened one knot and moved onto the next. There were callouses along his knuckles and the pads of his fingers and you hated that you took so much time to map the contours against his skin. He gave one final sharp tug against the last cable and the wires finally snapped, shifting your body slightly forward from where you sat.
“I— Captain I’m so—” You stuttered out.
“Save it,” Levi interrupted, hands braced against the harness at your hip for a second longer before he let go, standing up despite the obvious wince spread across his face. It created enough distance between the both of you that you finally felt as though you could breathe properly again. “We just have to wait for someone to come and help. I really don’t feel like lugging your concussed ass all the way back to base. And with the way you screamed, someone should be coming soon.”
He didn’t help you up, but a part of you didn’t want him to. The thought of standing up almost made you want to vomit. You stayed where you were on the ground with the crushed leaves, one hand pressed against the cut on your cheek while trying really hard not to acknowledge how violently your head was pounding now that the adrenaline of the whole ordeal was wearing off. You tilted your head back and forth to try and ease the tension in your neck, watching as the forest seemed to magnify and tense the more you did it.
“Will you stop moving?” Levi told you, scoffing and shaking his head, crossing his arms across his chest. “You’re making things worse, again. Stop.”
A sharp metallic hiss echoed through the trees.
“Finally,” Levi stated.
Commander Erwin landed first, wires retracting smoothly into place. His frame towered over you for a moment, staring at you before looking at Levi, obviously expecting some type of answer for what happened. Then from the trees you saw Hange begin to land, falling into the ground with not as much ease as Erwin, but still with a similar commanding authority. Erwin looked around the clearing that the two of you had forcibly made along with the shattered canopy and broken branches barely hanging on the trees.
“ . . . I see,” Erwin said carefully.
Hange’s eyes lit up behind their glasses with immediate excitement. “Oh my god,” they paused, spinning in place while looking upward through the trees. “Did you two fall from there?”
“No,” Levi said. “We teleported.”
“Really!?”
“No, you blabbering idiot.”
Hange seemed to barely process the insult and instead crouched directly in front of you, hands reaching for your face with unsettling enthusiasm crossing their features. “Oooooh, nasty split on the cheekbone,” they said, tilting your chin carefully to see it more clearly in the light. “This is awesome, we can finally see what type of injuries happen when someone falls from that height! Can I—”
Erwin stuck a hand up. “Maybe we can keep the scientific questions for later?”
You looked at Commander Erwin with a puzzling look. “Woah,” you said, your vision begging to fuzz and blacken. “Why do you have two hands on one arm?” Your body began swaying farther to the ground with every passing moment.
Somewhere, far away now, someone said your name.
Then, nothing.
The last thing you could see was the dirt on the forest ground getting closer and closer to your eyes.
story summary: Omegas had never been allowed within the ranks of the Scout Regiment, that was until Erwin took over as Commander. Now, it’s commonplace for Alphas and Omegas to work side by side and harmony has prevailed.
That is until one Omega slips up and triggers their first ever heat, that Omega is you…
“Shh, little one. Let me take care of you like you asked. Your skin is divine to touch… soft and smooth. It makes me want to bite it all over,” he admitted. “If you were mine, I would—” Erwin let the sentence falter, not knowing if it was wise to admit exactly what he would do if you were his. Nor did he want to admit just how badly he wanted you to be his.
pairing: Alpha Erwin Smith x Omega female reader
word count: 10.1k (brings snacks and get comfy)
warnings: omegaverse AU, no mention of titans, abundant mentions of heats/ruts, boss/subordinate dynamic, knotting, breeding kink, biting kink, aggression surrounding reader (they remain safe throughout), scenting, protector Erwin, internal conflict, mini appearances of Hange and Levi, spit, mounting, look… it’s a lot of smut and smutty thoughts all the way through 😆
thanks to @littlefreak-1 for volunteering to beta read this behemoth
Before Commander Smith had taken over The Scout Regiment, Omegas had not been allowed to serve within the division. The school of thought was generally that it would not be safe for any Omega to be around a military division largely occupied by Alphas, and not just any Alphas, but some of the strongest and most ferocious.
Erwin disagreed with that idea.
“If any of my soldiers cannot control their nature and act accordingly around an Omega then they do not belong in my ranks. We must protect those that cannot protect themselves and do so without appearing superior. No Scout worth their salt would dare defy me.”
He recalled the stunned silence he was met with when he laid out his reasoning for the draft of new recruits he was bringing into the Scouts. Even his closest ally, Pyxis, had glanced at him with doubtful eyes and a twitching moustache.
It was a brave decision, and he knew that. However, history would not tell the tales of the meek and whilst Commander Smith was not looking for fame or glory, he was certain that this generation of Scouts would become infamous. He would ensure it was for good reason and not from disgrace.
From that moment, Omegas were welcomed into the ranks and two years of peace and harmony ensued.
~
“What seems to be the problem?” Hange asked, lifting their gaze from the clipboard in their hand to peer at you over the rim of their glasses.
“You’re not a doctor. Where’s Doctor Hamilton?”
Hange clicked their teeth and rolled their eyes in exasperation. “She’s out sick. I might not have a doctorate in medicine, but I am the best we have as a stand in until she returns. I have several other patients to see so I suggest you ‘chop chop’ and tell me what you need.” They made a chopping motion with their hands, and you wanted to die right then and there.
This was exactly what you didn’t need.
Hange couldn’t know. They mustn’t know why you were here. You couldn’t afford to be turfed back into the monotonous boredom of clerking for the Military Police. There were only so many transcripts of interrogations of clearly wrongfully imprisoned patsies you could write up.
You had your limits and to go back to ‘The Pen’ as it was not-so-affectionately called, would be enough for you to consider calling your career in the military quits altogether. Then what would your mother say?
The thought of her smug expression and the ‘I told you so’ that would be written plainly across her face was enough to sour the contents of your stomach. She couldn’t understand your desire to venture even a toe out of the safety of the MP and their dedicated Omega squad. It was like being herded sheep. Every second you had hated, once again being judged on only your position on the ladder of power.
When the opportunity for non-alphas to join the ranks of the Scout Regiment arose two years ago, you had worked diligently to secure a transfer. It had not been easy, but was anything worth fighting for ever easy?
It had been nearly a full year since your new post begun and, in your time here, you had never felt more fulfilled in your whole life. You had a job that you didn’t hate, you felt like you were actually making a difference, and most importantly, you had friends. Real, true friends that were not simply others considered of the same social standing.
More so, your most recent post had put you directly into the path of a man you had admired quietly from afar for many many years… Commander Smith was everything you could ever want in a man.
That last thought surprised you, although you had long admitted it to yourself. It was not your place to lust after a man of such high stature, especially not the man in charge of the entire division and your direct superior. What surprised you was that you had allowed it to escape into the frantic hive of your mind.
It was something you had been suppressing since taking the promoted post as Commander Smith’s new personal assistant. You had made a vow to yourself that you would keep your wicked—carnal—thoughts about the blond hulk of an Alpha to yourself. Work was work and the filthy fantasies that played out when you were laying in bed in deepest nighttime were between you and your poor overused vibrator.
“It... doesn’t matter,” you said, standing abruptly.
“Uh, no no. Sit your butt back down and tell me why you asked for this appointment. I was told you indicated it was an emergency,” Hange countered with a frown.
They moved to block your view of the door, eyes narrowing at how you were obviously considering a dash for the exit. This was not helping. A flush ran the course of your spine and spread over your head. Another minute or two and sweat would be leaking from your pores as if you had just emerged from a sauna.
“Fever?” Hange asked curiously.
“Yes! I mean, yes, a fever... that’s it. I think I’m coming down with something.” You clutched at the lifeline they had unwittingly thrown.
Hange reached for a thermometer and the stethoscope laying on the orderly doctor’s desk. They approached slowly, the reassuring smile doing nothing to calm the racing pulse which would be discovered all too soon. They took the necessary measurements and drew back with their nose scrunched.
“It’s none of my business, but a word of advice — you might want to consider using less perfume. The smell is a little overpowering and what with us having a keen sense of smell, it’s probably not wise.”
Oh.
“R-right, sorry,” you stammered shyly.
If Hange only knew the truth of it.
This perfume was the only thing masking the first bloom of your scent. It was faint right now, but soon it would be so potent that Alphas from miles away would catch a whiff on the wind if it was in blowing in the right direction.
There had never been an expectation for Omegas to mask in the Scouts. Suppressants were not a mandated requirement to work here, and as far as you were aware, there had never been any incidents of Alphas overstepping. Of course, things like that could have been kept hush hush from the lowly subordinates, but there was something inherently honest in everyone you had dealings with here in Trost.
You did choose to suppress; a decision you were no longer entirely at ease with. Growing up it had been expected; the monthly injections and daily medication started the very second you entered adolescence. It was tedious.
Perhaps that was why you found yourself in this current predicament—out of suppressants and your monthly injection days away from expiration. Were you subconsciously rebelling?
The more you considered it, the more it made sense. You were in your late twenties now and the thought of experiencing what was meant to be a large part of your societal culture and physiological needs… it didn’t disgust you as it once had when you were younger.
It was just a shame that the only Alpha you wanted was well and truly out of reach.
“Alrighty then. Your core temperature is slightly elevated but not enough for me to be overly concerned. There is no noise on your chest and apart from your pulse being a little quick...” They paused, cutting a curious glance in your direction and making you jump from your wayward thoughts. “I think the best course of action would be a day of bedrest and plenty of hydration. If it gets worse come back and we’ll see about referring the symptoms to Doctor Hamilton for antibiotics to be prescribed.”
Nodding fervently, you stood quickly and surreptitiously steadied your balance with a palm on the wall beside you. The need to be out of this too small room was clawing nails down your skin, a wave of dizziness draining the blood from your face which thankfully went unnoticed as Hange became far more interested in a manilla folder in their hands.
“Thanks. I appreciate you seeing me on short notice, please send my regards to Doctor Hamilton.”
You had never dashed so swiftly to your quarters, only breathing a long sigh of relief once the door was closed behind your back and the lock clicked into place. Slowly, you slid to the floor and curled your arms around your knees.
What am I going to do?
Something stirred inside the depths of your brain, an entity shrouded in sleepy shackles that were ready to snap at any moment. A pulse of heat erupted in your stomach then vanished as fast as it had arrived. You sensed a smile stretching wide in anticipation.
Sleep found you surprisingly easily that night, all your anxieties melting away into insignificance as your body prepared for what was coming. Your silly concerns mattered not to your beastly side, they needed you fresh faced and in peak physical condition.
Your first heat was coming, there would be nothing to stop it this time.
~
Erwin drummed his fingers on the polished cherry wood desk. He was already bored to tears by the man droning on and on about... something or other. Truth be told, he had tuned out soon after the speech started. For this was absolutely a speech and not the informal conversation that had been sold to him initially.
His cool blue eyes glanced to the corner to watch you scribbling furiously on a secretary’s pad, your tongue between your teeth in concentration. He did not envy you this task, especially when he was certain you were under the weather.
“I’m fine, Commander. Please don’t relieve me from duty, I need something to focus on and we both know you don’t want to have to listen to Commander Dok. I’ll scribe just fine, I swear it!”
Erwin was fond of you, more so than he wished to admit.
Only recently had you taken over as his personal secretary when the previous one had retired from active service after finding their mate, a feat he was more than happy to witness since it was far from guaranteed in the world they lived in.
He enjoyed your sharp wit and dedication to the Scouts. Your smile had a way of lighting up the room, although he was certain that was not something he should have taken note of. You were young and enthusiastic, bright eyed and bushy tailed as some might say.
Shakily, you pushed strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes back behind your ear and he felt a deep crease form between his eyebrows. Now that he was looking at you closely, he could see a thin sheen of sweat decorating your skin.
He had to do something, and now.
“Nile, I must apologise for interrupting,” he interjected, lifting a placating hand, “but I have another engagement that I must attend to. I had no idea you wished to take up so much of my time or I would have scheduled a longer appointment. However, given that nothing you have mentioned is especially pressing, I will endeavour to meet with you again next week. How does that sound?”
Nile bristled at being dismissed so readily. “You’ll never not be a pain in my arse, Erwin Smith.”
“Ahem, no need to include that in the transcript,” Erwin said jovially, casting a twinkling smile in your direction which was not returned, much to his disappointment.
Another twenty minutes was spent negotiating with Nile, off record, before the man finally departed. When the office door finally closed, Erwin watched as your posture relaxed and your arm fell limp to your side with the pen still dangling between your fingertips.
“You’re sick,” he stated matter-of-factly.
The Commander rose from his chair and stalked closer, eyeing you carefully to assess your condition. He stopped a few feet from you, sniffing subtly before shaking his head. He was being ridiculous. He had to be.
Your eyes cracked opened slowly to roam around the room before landing on his midsection and rose up up up until you met his piercing blue gaze. If he didn’t know better, he would say you were under the influence of alcohol or something far more illicit. A glaze coated your eyes and turned them… sultry.
Erwin stiffened; his spine lengthened, and his stance fell back to one of familiarity from years in the military. He couldn’t help but watch your chest rise and fall, the rhythm unnaturally fast and it only drew his attention to the top three buttons of your blouse, ones that were normally fastened but were not today.
He should stop.
“I know you said you needed something to focus on, but I cannot have you falling over at your desk. Consider yourself on bedrest for the rest of the week—”
“But Sir! I’m fine,” you interrupted loudly. The shock of his words jolted you upright in your seat and nearly had you toppling out of it altogether just as he had warned.
“Since when do you answer back to your superior like that? This is highly uncharacteristic from you, and I refuse to allow it to continue. You are relieved of all duties until Monday morning, do you hear me?”
He hated being strict when you were so obviously out of sorts. This was not behaviour he had come to expect from you, along with his growing affection, he silently cursed himself when your eyes turned red and misty.
Standing, your head bowed in submission. “Yes, Commander. I apologise for my outburst.”
Erwin clicked his tongue against his teeth and despite thinking better of it, he raised his hand so that two fingers slid beneath your chin. “There is no need for that. All I ask is for you to get better, okay?”
It was a mistake, but one he only realised once it was too late.
A soft purr seemed to emanate from your chest, an enticing sound the likes of which he had not had the pleasure of hearing for the longest time. Erwin pulled his hand back like he had been scorched. The heat of your skin increased tenfold, and for a moment he had the desire to look at his fingertips to see if they did in fact sizzle like how they felt.
He watched you leave; dumbstruck and frozen to the spot as if he had taken root on the antique rug beneath him. It had been so long since he had first-hand experience of an Omega approaching a heat that he almost dismissed the signs as figments of his imagination.
However, the animal inside would not be so gullible.
~
That evening and the following day were a total blur.
You had no real clue how much time had passed since you were dismissed by Commander Erwin, neither did you know what time of day it was currently.
All you knew was that you were too hot and that even the thinnest bedsheet was too much for your overheating body. You writhed atop your mattress, naked and unbearably uncomfortable. The cotton from the fitted sheet was clammy from your sweat, droplets rushing from places you never dreamed of.
For the millionth time, your hands passed over your body and you hissed like a wounded animal when you grazed the stiff peaks of your nipples. You tweaked at them in turn, the painful pleasure echoing between your legs…
Speaking of which, your cunt was completely soaked.
After ruining four consecutive pairs of underwear with the rivers of slick flowing easily from your aching hole, you had endeavoured to remain entirely naked. Nature was preparing you for the only thing that would calm your mind, lift the fog that had descended and satiate your body. The abundance of lubrication present to help your Alpha ease into your body, to feed you their cock and eventually their knot with minimal discomfort.
Except, you didn’t have an Alpha.
It was funny how you knew the symptoms and process of a heat, but the theory was nothing compared to experiencing them first hand. You had no idea how those who chose not to suppress dealt with this routinely. It felt like hot knives were carving through your insides, shredding you apart until you didn’t recognise yourself. The reflection in the mirror would be someone—something else.
Distantly, you heard knocks coming from the door to your quarters, but you paid it little attention. It wasn’t like you could walk the short distance to it anyway, nor were you in any state to answer. Voices followed the knocks which grew in determination.
Hange, maybe? You couldn’t be sure. Although, you wouldn’t put it past Commander Smith to send someone to check in on you, especially if he discovered you had visited the temporary doctor recently as well as your outburst in his office.
All you could do was roll over onto your side and press your palm between your thighs, stimulating the bundle of nerves with the heel of your hand in an effort to ease the continuous throbbing sensation. You screwed your eyes shut, the black of your eyelids turning into a kaleidoscope of colours until they formed a figure—a figure you were well acquainted with—and had no right to be thinking about in this context.
Commander Erwin Smith’s silhouette shook like a desert mirage until it thickened and materialised in your mind’s eye. If you strained enough, you could smell the scent of his understated cologne and beneath that, his unique musk that was all him.
Those natural pheromones that dominated all others and highlighted his status as Alpha. Not just any Alpha, but one of the most powerful Alphas in Trost. The Alpha you admired the most if you let the little voice in your head speak freely.
Your nose twitched again, and your eyes shot wide as you realised it was stronger when you moved your head closer to the edge of the bed.
On the floor lay your blouse and skirt, the ones you had worn during his meeting with Commander Dok. Without hesitation, you grabbed up the blouse and held it beneath your nose to inhale deeply.
There it was.
A spicy scent unlike any other. It was warming and comforting, for the first time in, you didn’t know how long, you could breathe a little easier and the heavy feeling in your heart and gut lightened. You nuzzled the blouse. Holding it against each cheek in turn before returning it to your nose.
Why couldn’t you scent it directly from his skin? It wasn’t fair. You could bury your nose in the hollow of his throat. Lick lazily at the prominent bob of his Adam’s apple. Grind your feverish body against his until he was hard and ready to take you.
You should stop pretending.
Gods… what were you doing?
There was no denying the primal desires swirling like a building vortex in your brain. You wanted to be full, stretched to the breaking point. You needed to be bred like the good little Omega you were. You wanted a knot so badly you could cry.
None of these were thoughts you had experienced before and had you been in your right mind, they would have shocked you right down to the core.
Delicate shaky fingers sought out your aching hole, two slipping easily past the ring of muscles until your knuckles were lodged against the gumminess of your walls, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
Without an Alpha here to pin you down and split you wide, you would suffer. Without Erwin here to smother you with his impressive weight, you would continue to feel bereft. Wronged by a universe that danced to its own tune without thought for those affected.
Yes, it would pass eventually, but you doubted your sanity would be intact when that time finally arrived. A hurt-sounding howl escaped your throat, a lament aimed at a world that was proving to be unfair and unjust.
With a final wail, you curled in on yourself and fell into a pain-filled sleep. All the while, the commotion on the other side of your quarters door continued unabated.
~
Erwin had not needed to be notified of the ruckus kicking off in the living quarters assigned to secretarial and support personnel. He could hear it from all the way in his office. At first, he assumed it would be dealt with as all other little scuffles were, but after ten minutes, his concern heightened.
He was met with a very red-faced soldier whom he could not recall the name of. “Commander! We have a situation. Captain Levi sent me to find you… there is, well—”
“Spit it out, we don’t have all day.” Erwin demanded, barely halting in his purposeful strides in the direction of the noise. He could hear arguing, but almost above the rabble, a soft howl of distress caught his attention. It sounded familiar, and his pace quickened.
“An Omega… they are going into a heat. It seems to have riled those living in close proximity.”
Erwin stalled. “What?”
Fury bleed from his pores. Had they all lost their damn minds? This wasn’t the first heat to happen since Erwin’s command, and there had never been this level of disorder. He rounded the final corner and was confronted by six men in various states of dress, some with visible injuries on their faces and hands and at the door which he assumed led to the Omega in question, Levi stood on an overturned chair looking equal parts haughty and furious.
“Enough!” Erwin bellowed over the heated voices. “Pull yourselves together or I will be forced to take further action.”
An awkward silence descended almost immediately. The power of his voice along with the blast of authority he projected towards the troublemakers was more than enough to have their metaphorical tails lying limp between their legs.
“About damn time,” Levi snarled.
He leapt to the floor and shouldered past two engineers with matching bruises blooming purple beneath their eyes. They dared to bare their teeth, but remained silent, nonetheless. Levi seemed oblivious, or more likely he considered them so far removed from a threat that he took no note.
Levi’s eyes cut up to Erwin, an eyebrow arching at the high blush that was slowly coating the Commander’s cheeks. He knew what had caused the pandemonium and what shamed him the most was his inability to remain unaffected.
A first heat.
They were special for most Omegas and could be extremely traumatising if not handled delicately and in the right way. From experience, Erwin knew that it was commonplace for Omegas who were unattached to seek out help from other Omegas in their family or close friends. They could ride out the worst of the heat whilst knowing they were safe and being cared for, but this… he couldn’t imagine what they were going through whilst trapped in a den of literal wolves.
“You can smell it, right?” Levi whispered out of earshot of the others. “It’s a first heat and I must be honest; I am barely hanging on myself. Hange sought me out when they couldn’t raise an answer at the door, and by the time we returned… well, this was the scene. Some of the men were tearing at each other to get to the door and they had started to break it in places. Apparently, she presented at the clinic three days ago under the guise of a fever, Hange now suspects that they were suppressing and had run out of the drugs. She seemed unwilling to admit it to Hange, perhaps because they are an Alpha and Doctor Hamilton is not.”
A fever? Oh no. With alarming clarity, the puzzle pieces fell into place. Erwin knew why the howl he had heard seemed familiar, why the scent of arousal mingled with pheromones tickled his nose in such a way that he was struggling to stop himself from huffing the air like the men now forcibly being returned to their rooms.
It was his sweet little personal assistant. You weren’t sick, you were in need, and he could help you.
No! He mustn’t. He would control himself, but he could at least ensure you were safe.
“You there,” he gestured to the bloodied men who were starting to disperse. “Find cots in the dormitory for tonight, I cannot trust that you won’t try this again and I will personally cut down anyone who tries to enter these quarters without express permission. Captain Levi will escort you.”
Erwin turned to Levi and ignored the scowl emblazoned across his face. “See that the dormitories are guarded by those you trust the most and have everyone in this part of the wing relocated for the next night or two.”
“Don’t go in there, Erwin.” Levi’s warning was barely above a whisper.
The Commander clapped a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and moved past him towards the barely intact door. “And Levi? Ask Miche to replace this door within the hour,” he asked calmly without acknowledging the words of warning, stepping directly into the breach.
For once he wasn’t going toe to toe with powerful enemies, he was facing a different beast altogether and somehow, he was more nervous about this situation than any battle he had participated in…
Your small apartment space was orderly with minimal decorations, but he noted a family photograph nailed to the wall and an arrangement of plush cushions resembling animals piled up on the cramped little couch.
His gaze swivelled absently around the room, in truth, he was doing everything in his power not to make a direct line for the bedroom. Your scent hung like thick molasses now that he was inside, hands fisting by his sides to remain where he stood. Erwin was the master of his body, not his instincts but the fight was not a fair one on this occasion.
He had never smelled anything quite as inviting, and that was entirely the problem. Whilst, he had had partners in the past, even gone through a heat or two, none of them tempted him in the way he felt tempted right this second. It was as if the scent was visible on the air, seductive tendrils writhing around him and beckoned him to move closer to the source.
It was as if all his favourite sweet treats from his childhood had melted into one tantalising scent crafted especially for him. Saliva gathered behind his clenched teeth. German chocolate cake. Fire roasted marshmallow. Raspberry jam straight from the jar. He wanted to drink it down like a man discovering a bountiful oasis after days without water. It made him feel younger, though he was hardly past his prime, but the scent invigorated his heart until he was certain he could best the top cadet in a foot race.
If someone told him that the vapour was tickling him beneath the chin, he would believe it.
After several moments of calming breaths which did little to actually calm his nerves, Erwin dared to venture deeper. He told himself that he needed to assess your condition, which was true, but if his instincts could speak, they would announce loudly their desire to catch a whiff of your scent directly from the honeypot.
The bedroom was dark, though it mattered little given his ability to see well in low lighting, and what he saw on the bed, stopped his heart for what felt like a full minute. A huddled mass lay in the very centre, your body in the foetal position with a hand buried between your legs and the other arm covering your naked breasts.
He should look away.
He should stop staring at your skin glistening with dewdrops of sweat and sticky slick pooling beneath you.
He should cover your vulnerability and walk away, leave this to someone else, but there was no one he trusted to handle this situation in his stead.
Your breathing was even and deep, a blessing given your predicament. As voices approached in the hallway outside, Erwin snapped out of his drunken stupor and did the first thing that came to mind. He pulled off his jacket and laid it over your body. It barely reached mid-thigh, but it would do.
With your modesty protected, somewhat, he retreated to oversee the work on your door being replaced. What he didn’t see was the smile of contentment on your face and the visible relief of being draped in his scent loosening the tight ache of your muscles.
In sleep you burrowed into the jacket warmed by his blood.
~
It was the sound of pages being turned in a book that roused you. It shouldn’t have, given how carefully the reader was being to not make noise, but the ache in your gut had returned and the fatigue was no longer severe enough to allow you to sleep on.
For a long moment you kept your eyes carefully closed, wondering what it was that weighed so nicely over your body and kept the worst of your current dilemma at bay. It felt like being held by a loved one, as if you were young once more and your mother was wrapping you in her protective and caring embrace.
“You’re awake.”
Commander Smith’s rich baritone rumbled from somewhere behind you. It froze the very blood in your veins until another wave of desire pulsed through you, causing you to writhe and buck, to your shame. Not him. Anyone but him.
Lies! You want him most of all… don’t deny it.
You couldn’t look at him—not now. Instead, you steeled your voice and spoke to the wall. “Commander Smith… why are you in my bedroom?”
“I apologise if you have the wrong impression, however, my presence was rather necessary given your… predicament,” Erwin supplied, sounding more uneasy than you had ever heard him. “I must be honest with you because that is only fair.”
He sighed and the sound caused a moan to bubble inside your throat, barely caught before it slipped out. Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you waited for him to continue not only because you needed to know, but the sound of his voice soothed you in ways you didn’t wish to examine closer.
“Your heat triggered some displays of aggression amongst your neighbours. There may have been attempts made at getting to you, but do not worry,” Erwin stressed when he saw how you tensed on the bed. “Your door has been replaced, and I will personally ensure your safety until it has passed.”
“Aggression? You’re telling me that—oh fuck.” All rational thought and ability to speak coherently died on a single spasm between your thighs. You should be absolutely appalled that anyone had tried to get inside your quarters without permission, but that animalistic instinct reared its head and grinned wickedly into the dark space of your mind.
It was what you needed. To be taken, filled, consumed… bred.
“Don’t speak right now, it’ll pass so just breathe for me,” Erwin coaxed softly whilst the sound of a chair creaked as it was dragged across a wooden floor. “A first heat can be very difficult. I assume you have suppressed since adolescence—you don’t need to answer. I-I don’t have any personal experience to draw upon, but I will do whatever it takes to help you through this.”
Fuck me… you thought, enraged that you wanted it so badly that you were chewing your lips bloody from speaking it aloud. Your spine bowed at the ripples of heat spreading outward from your centre to the ends of your fingers and toes, to the top of your head.
“Can you walk? I’ve run a lukewarm bath which might help cool you down.”
“No. Commander—you shouldn’t…” You broke off on a sob, wracked with another wave of scorching fire attacking the insides of your thighs at the steady drip of slick covering your skin.
“Please, it’s Erwin. Given the situation, I don’t think formalities are necessary right now. I’m going to lift you into my arms, okay? I’ll be gentle and you may hold on as tightly as you need to. Once I’ve got you in the bath, I will step outside to give you some privacy.”
The bath water was just cool enough that you sighed happily as the water sloshed over you. It was no comparison to the relief you felt whilst held in Erwin’s careful arms, but simply thinking of how easily your arms had wound around his neck gave you shivers of a completely different kind.
You did your best to refute all those lustful thoughts from months of working closely with the Commander. Of course, you hadn’t noticed how broad his shoulders were or how the short undercut at the nape of his neck tickled your fingertips when you held on. Nope. Nada.
Your nose was growing at an alarming rate with all this lying.
Through drooped lids you watched whilst he glanced around your meagre bathroom looking for goodness knows what. He was too large, too imposing for such a cramped space but despite it all, you liked him in here—wanted him to stay.
Where others may have taken full advantage of having a naked Omega within reach, not to mention an Omega in heat, Erwin had shown you nothing but diligent care. It made you wonder if your state bothered him at all, and somehow the thought that it might not… well, that bothered you.
He was an Alpha; shouldn’t he want you?
“Stay… please?” You purred when he made to exit and give you the privacy he had promised.
Erwin paused in the doorway. His piercing artic eyes roamed your face and dipped towards the fluttering pulse in your neck but ventured no further. You could see the tic in his cheek work at the same time his jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared. He was fighting himself.
One soapy hand reached for his clenched fist, bubbles dripping across his knuckles until the fingers finally—finally—loosened and gently entwined with yours.
“I shouldn’t,” he breathed more to himself.
You hummed in a half agreement, bolstered by the need thrumming through your body. “But you will, won’t you? Sit here.”
Erwin awkwardly perched on the corner of the tub before reaching for the towel he had laid out for you to wipe his wet hand. There were wrinkles in his normally crisp shirt, the top buttons unfastened and the bolo tie that rested around his throat suspiciously absent. This was by far the most casual you had been afforded to see him. You guessed not many had received such a luxury.
“Does it hurt?” he asked whilst he began to roll his sleeves towards the bend at his elbows. It was hard to follow the movements given he was sat near your shoulder, but you twisted enough to keep some of him in view, sloshing water in the process.
You took a second to assess, listening to the competing demands being screamed in your mind and body. This was certainly the most lucid you had felt since the heat had started, and you had an inkling that Erwin’s presence had a lot to do with it.
Would you ever be able to express your gratitude?
In short, yes it did hurt. However, there was a will to prove that you were not so easily overcome or beaten down. A sly voice echoed around your mind, purring and shunting you to ask for more of your Commander—far more than you had any right to.
“Not badly, I guess. But you could make it better… if you were inclined to. I think I would like it very much,” you urged gently, once more finding his hand and leading it towards the rippling surface of the bath.
Erwin didn’t stop you.
He didn’t seem to breathe or blink. Blindly, he allowed for his fingers to skim the water before breaking the surface and slipping over the wet flesh covering your shoulder. His cock strained against his underwear and trousers; the rigid length trapped along his thigh whilst thick pearls of precum oozed out to stain the heavy fabric.
He had been aroused since he first identified your scent, more so when he felt your heat descend over his like a vaporous fog. Finding you naked in bed had not fed his desire, if anything, it infuriated him and roused his protective nature.
Now that you were awake and calm enough to speak without letting out whines of distress or angry expletives… now he was truly struggling to maintain his composure.
“Do you have any idea what you are asking of me?” he murmured, wet fingertips tracing swirling patterns over your collarbone and across your clavicle. One pad dipped into the hollow of your throat, eliciting a soft moan that nearly broke him.
If you responded, he didn’t hear it.
You were sweltering to the touch; the lightly perfumed oil he had added to the water slicked your skin so the journey down your chest was made all the easier. His fingers skirted over the mounds of your breasts, avoiding your nipples although you did your best to thrust upward and force his hand so to speak.
Erwin’s tongue clicked against his teeth in a commanding tsk. “Behave.”
He continued to explore you, slowly and methodically. It was bliss. It was torture. Your head rested against the tiled backsplash; eyes closed as you concentrated solely on the sensation of his hand on you. Erwin traced the sides of your breasts down to your soft stomach; he circled your navel then ventured back up to give attention to your neglected nipples.
His breathing was more of pant when he tweaked your tender little nub between a rough finger and thumb. Your eyebrows creased when he pulled it taut and tugged firmly, the echo of the sensation causing your clit to throb in unison. It was difficult not to wriggle but you wanted to be good for him, to behave as he had asked.
“Com—Erwin… please? It hurts so bad.”
“Shh, little one. Let me take care of you like you asked. Your skin is divine to touch… soft and smooth. It makes me want to bite it all over,” he admitted. “If you were mine, I would—” Erwin let the sentence falter, not knowing if it was wise to admit exactly what he would do if you were his. Nor did he want to admit just how badly he wanted you to be his.
“You would… what?” You tried to cajole, moving just enough so that his fingertips brushed the opposite nipple, and you let out a long exhale of relief.
He couldn’t deny you, not in this matter or any other, not right now. It was funny how there was a systemic flaw in society’s hierarchy. Alphas were meant to be the ones on top, but it wasn’t always true and especially not for those who found their mates. Omegas held the power and never was it more evident than this moment here.
Erwin Smith was your superior in the literal sense. He was the Commander of the Scout Regiment, and he held responsibility for every soldier and support worker under his command. Yet here he was in the tiny bathroom of his assistant—his direct subordinate—with his hand submerged to the elbow and his cock so hard he wanted to tear the damn thing off.
You held all the cards, and you didn’t even know it, because if you did then there was no way you wouldn’t have already pounced given the instincts running through you.
“I shouldn’t be saying this, but,” he enthused when you started to whine pitifully. “I would not have allowed for you to become as delirious as you did. It must have been agony, and you were alone—I don’t like that. Any heat can be torture to endure if you deny yourself the only plausible relief, not to mention this is your first. If you were my… mate.”
Erwin paused again; aware his hand had moved without his prior notice. He was cupping your cunt in his palms, stretching and flexing his thick fingers along the seam of your labia. With ease he sought and located your jittery bundle of nerves, circling the pad of his thumb with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Tell me, Commander— ‘wanna know how you’d treat your mate.”
“Mm. I’d have taken a leave of absence the second the signs of your cycle came to light. I’d bite that lovely creamy skin at your neck where the scent gland resides, hold you in my jaws whilst I fed my cock into your drenched cunt. I’d have loved you exactly as you deserve—worshipped every inch of your scorched skin with my mouth and hands. Whispered words of devotion into your ear until I was ready to give you my knot, and more importantly, when you were ready to take it. I’d have you come time and again until you were properly sated,” he admitted with a heated growl.
You mewled at the images he fed you, his words dripping with hungry conviction and accompanied by the ministrations of his skilful hand playing between your thighs like a damn savant.
Your imagination ran at full speed imagining the knot he would give you, of the painful pleasure from his sharpened teeth piercing the scent gland at your neck and how you wished it was the mating mark he was leaving you.
As two thick digits worked inside your aching, needy hole you thought of the fullness that would come with having his cockhead buried against the neck of your womb. Gods, you wanted to be split in half until his name was carved into your gummy walls. The searing heat of being stuffed to capacity that would be far more pleasurable, unlike the current stinging sensation you were experiencing.
You grasped at Erwin’s forearm and revelled at how the muscles flexed as he continued to pump two fingers into you, his thumb aggressively rubbing at your swollen pearl. It was just enough to bring you to the peak, the waters barely disrupted, Erwin working furiously but only from the wrist down.
“You’ve no idea how badly I want to climb into this damned tub and make you take me. I won’t. I swear it. I’ll protect you and keep you safe… from me. It’s okay. That’s it—there we go. Feel it consume you.”
He was babbling—switching rapidly between commanding and anxious. His large frame threw a shadow over you; bending more he buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply. You thought he might have whimpered but you were too far gone to be certain. Your nails dug bloody marks into his arm, encouraging him on until you gave one final shuddering spasm and broke apart like a star finally imploding.
Tears burned in your eyes. Your stomach contracted over and over whilst you rode out a high that didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped it would. The desire in your gut rekindled like a dying fire fed oxygen.
What had been enough no longer was.
“Erwin… please. I’ll be so good for you, don’t hold back. I want—I need it all. Everything you described! The fullness. The bite. I want to feel your weight pressing me down, dominating me. Can you...? I just want to know what it’s like,” you wailed in utter misery, absolutely convinced that he would deny you.
“I’m a nobody,” you continued, releasing your grip on his arm to wipe at your tears. “I appreciate you even going this far. I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again, but I’ll always be grateful for this. You’re a good man, Commander Smith, I’ve admired you for years.”
His laughter warmed your heart just a little. It was robust and genuine, and whilst you wanted to turn and see for yourself what expression he wore, you didn’t want to witness pity—not from him. “You can go. Just leave me a towel and I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll sleep it off or—”
Erwin’s hand twitched and you almost yelped, biting into your tongue until you tasted coppery blood. His fingers slid along the wet pulsing length of your gummy walls and slowly rose from the water. You closed your eyes, turning away when you felt him rise to his feet.
You didn’t expect him to say anything.
You certainly didn’t expect two muscled arms to plunge into the waters and lift you up and out in one smooth action. Dripping wet from shoulders to toes, you soaked his pristine uniform shirt. Only then did you dare to peek up, and the look Erwin levelled at you… it stole your breath.
Those clever blue eyes were alight with cool fire—the flames licking around his swollen, lust-blown pupils. The thick set of his eyebrows were draw close together and he looked positively furious, but in a way that only made you squeeze your thighs together all the more.
“Don’t you ever—ever—call yourself a nobody. I may be the Commander here but behind every great figure are those in the shadows who make that figure shine brightly. My ma—I mean, my assistant is brave and beautiful,” he declared with absolute conviction.
Words alluded you.
Every single thought, other than the animal voice begging you to cling to this Alpha with every available ounce of strength and never let go, had fled. Not that you needed to speak, not when he strode from your bathroom with determined steps.
Erwin lowered you to the stained sheets of your bed and stood back with an apologetic look. “I’d offer to change them but there would be no point. We’d merely end up ruining a second set.”
The heat of your body had dried most of the water from your skin, all except the thick, tacky arousal coating your tender pussy and streaking the insides of your thighs. His head canted left when you spread your legs, bending at the knees so that he could see the most intimate part of you on full display.
“Little minx,” he teased with a wry smile. His fingers fumbled at the buckle of his belt and your gaze raked him in hungrily. “Warm yourself up for me, won’t you?”
There was no modicum of inhibition left in you. You were working on pure instinct and when you were told to warm yourself, you did just that. The heel of your palm rotated against your clit whilst you spread the lips of your pussy apart and let the fingertips fuck an inch into your cunt.
Your eyes remained glued to the man at the end of your bed. He was a powerhouse of strength and virility, thick chested and decorated with battle scars. You longed to run your fingers and tongue across each faded silvery scar—to show him just how much you appreciated his every sacrifice. Erwin shucked out of his trousers and underwear in record time, but it was not before you noted the large stains on both thighs. It made your smile turn saccharine, sultry and feminine.
The length of his cock sprung upward to smack wetly against his abdomen, but the weight was too much to stand, which left the impressive sight to hang heavily between his thighs. The golden hair on his torso seemed to glisten despite the lack of a light source in the room, and perhaps it was a trick of your eyes. He rolled his neck from side to side, never once breaking his concentration on how you were toying with yourself at his command.
He fisted his swollen cock, rolling the foreskin back until the beating red tip shone from the arousal dripping out the slit. Thick veins pulsed beneath his calloused fingers as he gave a few cursory pumps, moving his grip to his heavy pendulous balls to tug them loose from where they had nestled tightly near the base.
Muscles that only came with age, experience and dedication rolled beneath his skin, smattered by those lovely coarse hairs that you wanted to feel against your cheeks. Erwin was a handsome man, that you had always known, but naked he was even more glorious—a chiselled God.
Saliva pooled in your mouth, and you swore it seemed like your teeth elongated at the simple thought of biting into the solid wall that was his chest. His biceps. The cords in his neck. His strong jawline. Everything.
Your appreciation did not go unnoticed. If anything, it made his chest puff with pride that you would find him so attractive. For the first time in years, he had no desire to put aside his wants in favour of someone else’s.
Erwin wanted you entirely, and whilst he was certain you didn’t understand the full implication of that, he would take his time. Courting you would be a slow waltz, not some frenzied race to the finish line.
He appreciated how contrary that was given he was about to fuck you into a drooling coma, but the situation called for a drastic intervention to alleviate the both of you. It had been many years since his instincts ruled him. Your intoxicatingly sweet musk had bewitched him thoroughly.
Erwin felt like a young man again—in his prime. Back when his mind did not rule his body with an iron fist.
“If you want this,” he tugged on his shaft for emphasis, “you’ll get on your knees and present like a good Omega.”
Stepping close enough that his shins met the edge of the mattress, he observed you scrambling into position, his tongue wetting the plush of his bottom lip. He hadn’t tasted your mouth yet, something he would remedy at the earliest opportunity. Right now, you would nip and bite and snap at him, something he liked, but your first kiss should be more restrained than that.
“That’s it. Good girl… look at you dripping for me. Fuck—sway your hips like that again and we won’t leave this room until you’re round and full of my pups.”
You dropped to your elbows when you felt the bed dip behind you. Your molten cheek came to rest on the sticky sheets, the angle just enough to cut your eyes up and see him approach.
Commander Smith.
Erwin.
Alpha.
He filled his broad palms with the fat of your rump, stretching you wide until your cunt flexed in want, pushing out slick in anticipation. Erwin thumbed at your entrance before raising a hand to his mouth and licking the flat of his palm right to the tips of his fingers. The saliva felt that much hotter when it connected with your needy flesh.
You’d be mortified by the obscene squelch of your juices and his spit mingling together if you were in your right mind. It was filthy—pure and simple.
What you couldn’t see was Erwin coating himself in your abundant arousal, viscous strands succumbing to gravity to drip over his balls. He was breathing heavily now, the muscles taut in his neck and shoulders with the restraint of not being inside you. A wide mitt of a hand rested at your hip, massaging whilst he shuffled closer and let the weight of his tip notch at your cunt.
“Erwin—please! Need it now. I might di—oh my fuccccckk!”
The stretch was immediate despite how well primed you were. You knew he was thick, heavy, long… but the girth was the real killer. His cock bullied into you, inch by slow inch.
“Ha-! Don’t… squirm. You wanted this, right?”
Erwin clenched his fist to prevent the warning smack he nearly inflicted on your peachy butt. He was a lot to take, he knew that, and you were not accustomed to him—not yet.
You would learn in time. He would ruin you for anyone else.
Sweat dripped along your spine at the sweltering heat of his body engulfing yours. Erwin draped himself over you like a personal blanket, his lips and tongue and teeth exploring your skin and marking you in places you would have to contort to be able to see in the mirror come tomorrow.
“Taste divine. Smell like nirvana. Gods, your cunt is moulded to me, sweetheart. Can you feel me here?” he asked with a thrust that made your knees wobble and stars spark in your eyes. He was lodged right at your cervix, just as you had imagined when all this began, although not from the man in question.
“Uh-huh!”
It was all you could manage, drool slipping past the seam of your lips as Erwin set a pace that suited him. It wasn’t the frantic fuck you expected, neither was it slow nor deliberate like his fingers had been in the bath. What he managed to achieve was a combination of pace and force that knocked the air from your lungs each time he impaled you fully. It left you whining for him when he retreated, and soon the sensation of his balls swinging directly against your swollen little nub became so overwhelming that you were certain you wouldn’t last long.
As if he sensed your dilemma, he grunted mid-stroke and reassured you as he said, “Follow your instinct. Let your body do what it wants, what it needs. I want to feel you try to milk me.”
Erwin grunted; jaw clenched tightly. His knot was inflating, and he didn’t feel anywhere near ready for this to be over. Rationally, he knew that once would not be enough for you. There would more time to kiss and fuck and touch and learn, but he still clung to this first time like it really was his very first time.
In a way it was. It was his first time with you. It would not be his last.
The intensity of your orgasm nearly had him lose his bearing, if his wrist hadn’t caught the brunt of his weight then you would have been flattened into the mattress beneath him.
Your cunt was a greedy little thing—sucking and pulsing around his cock with little room for him to retreat. All he could do was ride out the pleasure through gritted teeth and determination not to blow his load like some young pup.
“Bi—Bite. Bite me!”
Christ… you were temptation and sin, and love and beauty all wrapped in one body.
Erwin scented along your back, mounting you like any animal would and dragging the prominent ridge of his nose over the fluttering pulse in your neck. It was beating wildly, a rhythm unique to you and he hummed his appreciation when you turned to give him more access. “Here?” he asked unnecessarily.
You chewed your lip, near delirious from the warmth and continued fullness of his cock sawing in and out of your core. He was licking the scent gland that attracted all Alphas to Omegas and Omegas to Alphas, but it was not the one on the other side that only those considered mates would bite and mark.
“Y-yes.”
A lie. He could smell it.
“Are you sure?”
“I-I… of course!”
Erwin smiled into your skin and sighed, knowing he was reaching his limit. “You are not being honest with me, but that’s okay. I won’t press you right now, we will have time.”
“Oh god. This won’t be enough?” You whimpered in realisation, shame coating your features and you were glad he couldn’t see how flushed your face was.
“Can you feel my knot growing?”
You nodded once, meekly, and he continued. “Once I plug you as nature intended, you will be fine for a good few hours, certainly until we can part safely. It’ll be enough for you to sleep and actually rest, but no… it will not be enough. I’m not going anywhere, darling.”
“But you have duties! You’re the fucking Commander… why are you laughing?” you asked with an evident pout.
“I think you’ll find you’re fucking the Commander.”
“Really? We’re really going to do dad level jokes whilst you’re balls deep and I’m desperate for you to bite my damn neck and knot me? Hey—mmm.”
Your wits scattered once again as Erwin spread his weight further, mounting you more fully than you thought possible. He braced one palm at the small of your spine and his jaw snapped wide.
His teeth grazed your earlobe, the sharp points travelling past the carotid artery until his hot breath huffed out in a wave of heat that tickled down your spine. He was losing his pace, hips beginning to snap harsher against your perfectly plump rear in a faltering tempo. You held your breath as you sensed the moment near.
He was so deep—so damn deep in your guts. Erwin lunged for you, his jaw stretched, and his perfectly pointed canines pierced into your flesh like a hot knife through butter. It made you tense all over, your walls clamping down around his ready to burst cock and it tripped his orgasm with a blinding flash. Heat unlike anything you had ever experienced speared your insides, and for a second it felt like your innards might be cooked alive.
Wave after wave of cum painted the neck of your womb. Your neck throbbed from where he held you in his beastly maw. His tongue lapped at the skin trapped between his teeth, soothing the hurt in any way he could whilst he grunted and growled spilling inside you endlessly.
You could feel the knot ballooning. It travelled further into your body, and you’d be damned if you could accurately describe the sensation. In simple terms it felt like you were being filled and stretched to the very limit of your body’s elasticity.
Finally, it came to rest right where it was needed most. A stopper for any seed escaping and you knew that it could be some time before you could untangle from each other. The orgasm from having Erwin’s potent essence flood your cunt was unlike any other.
It felt like it soothed the animal inside and sent it into a tranquil slumber. With a final cry of bliss, your knees slid out from under you and sent you both falling the final few inches to the mattress below.
Erwin licked over the wound he had inflicted, wincing at the harsh purple bite mark and dribbles of blood oozing sluggishly from the shallow wound. Hooking an arm around your front, he shifted you both, so his weight was no longer suffocating you, shushing your little whimpers when the repositioning slightly moved how you were joined.
“Sleep, my pretty little Omega. Let me watch over you.” Let me trace my fingertips over the curve of your shoulder, memorise the position of every freckle and divot in your skin.
He left those parts out, afraid of overwhelming you. Fearful that you might agree to things simply because of his power and position. There was no doubt in his mind that you were his mate, but could you say the same about him?
Erwin listened to your breathing even out, the heat dissipating from your skin until you were comfortable enough to nuzzle your face into the crook of his elbow beneath you. Strands of your hair fell across your eyes, and he was careful to move them aside to watch your eyelashes flutter in sleep.
What a lie it was… that an Alpha had all the power.
You could make or break him completely. You were the Goddess in his world and the fear of not being enough for you tore at his heart. He dropped his head to your shoulder and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come and soothe him like it was for you.
“I can’t wait to kiss you under the moonlight. When you accept me as your man, your mate, your Alpha.
I will change this world for the better… for you.”
| A Dark Night - A Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader One Shot |
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: The reader wakes in the cabin at the beginning of season 3 and feels something is wrong. They go to investigate and dont find exactly what they were expecting.
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This is very light fluff, it did start as a short suspense story but I can't help but write about our raven haired Captain. Creds to 3Rosethorns on Quotev for the beautiful picture of Levi in the header. I may write a Part 2 if anyone is invested in this slow burn♡
There was no scream. No crash. No bang. But your body lurches forward from the old bed. You clutch your chest. Your wide eyes scan the dark room. The shadows cast by the small slivers of moonlight danced against the wooden furniture, stretching and shrinking with every passing cloud. You sat there, completely still. Your heartbeat hammered beneath your palm. A lump in your throat rose. Something was wrong.
Around you, the slow breathing of your squad fill the eerie darkness. A blanket rustles. A soft snore echoes through the room. Familiar sounds. Safe sounds.
Yet something had pulled you from sleep. You could feel it. A knot of unease settled in your stomach as you slowly moved toward the door. Careful to not stand on the others as you reach for the rusted handle. You step into the next room.
The fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting the room in a dull orange haze. Beyond the windows, the forest stood motionless. Endless black trunks disappearing into deeper darkness. The wind gently shook the window in its pane. Nothing seemed out of place. So why was your heart still racing?
A sharp crack echoed from outside. Every muscle in your body tensed. The sound wasn't loud. It could have been a branch shifting. A deer wandering the forest floor. The wind knocking against the old cabin. But then it came again. Closer this time. More like a footstep.
You cross the room to the front door quickly and silently. You fling your cloak around your shoulders and grab the small dagger from the window sill that the Captain had left there. You hesitantly turn the knob and the creak of the door makes your shoulders flinch. Your breath was unsteady and your mouth dry. Your heart felt as though it may break through your ribcage at any second. You peek out. Knife at the ready. No movement among the trees. No signs of a threat. Relief flooded your chest. Then your eyes drifted to the chair. The chair placed to the right of the door was empty. Whoever was supposed to be on watch wasn't there...
Who was supposed to be on watch? Your hands tremble as you push the door open wider. The cold wind whips your cloak as you step onto the wet grass. You hold the knife up, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. You side step carefully around the side of the cabin. Your eyes darting around frantically at every movement or noise. As you edge around the right side of the cabin you stop dead in your tracks. A whistle. It was faint. You press your back against the splintered wood wall readying yourself. Then you jump round the corner to come face to face with.... nothing. You stare blankly at the empty space at the back of the cabin. The whistling gets louder, just by a fraction. You realise it's coming from inside the cabin.
You duck beneath the window of the kitchen. You count to 3 under your breath before peeking up and over the windowsill. The glass is foggy from the steam rising up out a kettle. Your eyes lock onto another pair of eyes glaring down at you. It's Captain Levi. Your heart nearly stopped.
"Captain!"
Levi didn't so much as blink.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Heat rushed to your face as you nearly slipped back beneath the windowsill.
"I—"
You pointed vaguely towards the front of the cabin.
"There was nobody on watch and I was worried."
Levi glanced at the knife clenched in your trembling hand.
"Clearly."
You lower the knife and tug the cloak around your shoulders. Relief flooded through you but also embarrassment. Levi sighed and shook his head.
"Get inside."
"Captain I–"
"Before you give yourself hypothermia."
You nod your head once and trudge towards the back door leading to the kitchen. You open it sheepishly, the wind whipping your hair around as you hold your head lower to avoid his gaze.
"Wipe your boots. Don't want you leaving wet footprints." Levi grabs a second mug before taking the whistling kettle from the heat.
You wipe your boots more than enough times and some more wanting to avoid further judgement from the Captain. You had been around his cleaning habits long enough to know it wouldn't be enough. Levi places the mugs down on the small round table in the centre of the kitchen. You place the knife down on the kitchen counter and turn to face him. He was perched on the small chair, leant back, his right leg crossing over his left. His slender fingers curled around the rim of the steaming mug. His intense gaze fixed on you.
"Captain I woke to noises and when I realised the watchman was gone–"
Levi interrupts "I am on watch. I was gone for two minutes."
Your eyes widen. Well that solves that mystery. Suddenly feeling very stupid you turn on your heel and aim yourself for the archway back into the main room.
"Sit."
You turn your head slowly your eyes darting from him to the second mug. You close your eyes for a brief second mustering the courage through the embarrassment. You pull out the second chair and sit gently. You wrap your freezing hands around the warm mug. The steam rising to hit your face, numb from the crisp wind outside. You close your eyes again. This time a small feeling of peace settling, until that familiar voice cuts through the space.
"So what exactly was your plan?" Levi raises the mug to his lips, his eyes watching you over the rim. Not angry. Intrigued.
"Well Captain– I... heard a noise and when I found no one on guard I went to check for threats." You gulp hard realising now how idiotic you sound.
"By yourself?" Levi's eyebrow arches slightly.
"Yes Captain, I was trying to move swiftly incase of an emergency." Your fingers tap the side of mug anxiously.
"Ballsy." He states before leaning forward.
"Although, idiotic." He adds. You swear if your Captain was capable of smiling he would be right now. You stare into your tea.
"Fair."
The corner of Levi's mouth twitches. So faintly you aren't entirely convinced you saw it. The kitchen falls quiet. The weather outside grew worse as rain began to tap softly against the windows. The lantern hanging above swayed slightly casting a warm orange hue across the table. The warmth had finally begun to return to your fingers and face. For the first time since waking, your shoulders relaxed. Levi noticed. Of course he noticed. The man noticed everything.
"You were scared." It wasn't a question. His gaze remained fixed on the tea in his hands. You swallowed. Hard. Feeling ever so slightly vulnerable.
"A little."
"A little?" Levi repeated.
You huffed out a laugh. "Fine. I thought we were all about to die."
"Hm."
You waited for a sarcastic remark. One never came. Instead Levi lowered his mug and placed it gently on the table. One hand pushed the dark strands of his hair from his face as his gaze returned to your face.
"Not many of us sleep well."
Your breath caught in your throat. Your stoic, battle-hardened and stern Captain had just been comforting. You had seen it. Only a handful of times, especially with the new squad from the 104th. It had been there before, with your old squad. Small pockets of advice and softer looks but since the 57th expedition (which you barely made it out from) your Captain had been different.
"No. I guess not Captain." You trace the rim of your mug absentmindly. Your eyes trained on his. The steel grey that merged into a silver blue in the light of the lantern. They were captivating. Always had been. You would follow your Captain into whatever hell lay ahead. You always had.
Levi sighs softly and leans back in his chair. He picks up his mug again, in the strange way that he does and takes a sip. His eyes close briefly, savouring the taste of the tea. Despite always making it black you had never minded his tea, it wasn't bitter. It had depth. Almost sweet. You don't even realise you are still watching him.
"You're staring." The words break you from your minds absence. Levi is looking down into his mug.
"Sorry Captain. Just thinking." You subconsciously copy and look down into your mug also.
"Tsk. Dangerous thing to do. I know the future is hanging in the balance right now but is that any different than normal?"
You ponder his question for only a moment because the answer is simple really.
"No sir." You pause. "Just feels different this time."
Levi nods slowly at your answer. He understands. More than anyone. You had been under his command long enough that you knew he had faced uncertainty his entire life. You almost felt silly confessing your worries to someone who had been through so much more than you. You glance back to his face. The lantern cast a soft glow over his skin. Shadows gathered beneath Levi's dark hair, softening the sharp lines of his face. You quickly look back down at your tea.
Then he speaks again. Softer this time.
"We will work it out."
Simple words. But, he used we.
Your eyes betray you immediately. The sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled to his forearms. His posture was relaxed in a way you rarely saw during the day, the usual tension absent from his shoulders. His gaze was lighter, he looked at you through half lidded eyes. Your Captain. Suddenly your face felt very warm so you look back into the swirling tea.
"Thank you... Captain."
It comes out more of a whisper than you meant it to. But before you can think about getting up Levi catches you by surprise.
"Tsk. Call me Levi."
The words didn't register at first. You blinked.
"Sir?"
Levi sighed through his nose. "You heard me."
When you've spent years calling someone "Captain," hearing them ask for their name feels like being trusted with something. Like they're setting down a piece of armour. Just for a moment. Your mind drifts to the comrades who aren't here. The faces lost to expeditions, Titans, and a world that never seemed content with taking only one thing at a time.
The horrors you had faced together.
The years of grueling training.
The failed missions.
The injuries.
The endless uncertainty.
You thought you knew him. Perhaps you did. But sitting across from him now, in the quiet glow of lantern light, watching steam curl from forgotten mugs of tea, you felt as though you understood him a little better.
Not Captain Levi.
Just Levi.
The man beneath the title. The man who carried more than anyone ever asked him to. Your throat tightened.
"Yes..." You paused, the name feeling unfamiliar on your tongue after all these years.
"Levi."
Levi's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before lifting his mug once more.
Outside the rain continued to drum against the cabin roof. The wind rattled the windows. The creaks of branches in the forest echoed through the night. But inside, for the first time in a long time, the silence felt comfortable. Somehow, it felt like enough.
YOU WHO WILLED THE SUN | Levi Ackerman x F!Reader x Erwin Smith (1/2)
Having had enough of your father pushing suitor after suitor on you, you make a vow: before the night is over, you will experience pleasure on your own terms.
But as the saying goes, forbidden fruit is the sweetest—and no fruit is more tempting than the one your two knights have to offer.
FANDOM: Attack on Titan
PAIRING: Levi Ackerman / Female Reader / Erwin Smith
CONTENT: 18+ - MDNI · Royalty AU, Inspired by HOTD, Attempted Assault (not by Erwin/Levi!), Period-Typical Sexism, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Drinking, Pining, Eventual Smut, Threesome, First Time
NOTES: Painting used in the header is by Hubert Robert (1733-1808), divider to seperate scenes is by @/strangergraphics.
WORDS: 5.5k
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"Princess Reiss, her Royal Highness, First of her Name, and Heir to the Throne of Paradis!"
The attendant bellows out your many titles, the sound of which echoes in the great halls of your forefathers.
In the distance, a crowd has amassed where your father sits on the throne. All eyes turn as you step in, and you realize there was a reason behind your lady's maid fretting over your hair this morning.
Your eye twitches.
Another day, another suitor.
"This is Floch Forster, your Highness." The Hand of the King gestures towards your father's latest pick. "Lord of Utopia."
The man—Floch—runs a hand through his hair as you set your gaze on him.
He's tall, you suppose, and handsome enough. But he looks at you like some trifling prize to be won, and that makes your jaw tight. You will be Queen of the Realm one day—someone he owes allegiance to, not the other way around.
He won't do.
The meeting does not go well, and you send this Floch character on his way quickly enough. You can tell he's displeased, what with the way he bristles and huffs like a peacock, glares at the floor like it had personally insulted him. You don’t care; you can't imagine a union with a man like him—someone who'd never see you as his equal, but try to undermine your influence and power every step of the way.
Masculine arrogance truly knows no bounds.
In truth, the prospect of marriage has never appealed to you. If it were up to you, you’d ascend the throne by yourself, and rule without the presence of some man who'd expect you to push babe after babe from your womb. But, of course, as a woman, you have little say in the matter.
"I will not tolerate you not marrying, daughter," the King warns later on.
You're now dining with your father in the main halls—alone, aside from the presence of knights and servants. You pay neither your father nor them any mind, digging into your vegetables solemnly.
"Do you have nothing to say?" your father grumbles. "Nothing to apologize for? This is the third match you send away! Soon, the realm will run out of suitors."
You lift your cool gaze at him. You know your father means well by introducing you to suitors, that he loves you in his own way. But the way he keeps on pushing man after man on you is simply suffocating. If you were to ever marry, you would much prefer for it to be with someone you actually cared about. You'd want for things to happen naturally.
But the future of the realm, of securing a bloodline, waits for no one.
"I don’t see the issue here," you say. "I will marry when I find the right candidate."
"Yes, and when will that be? When I am dead and buried underground?"
You roll your eyes. "Really, must you be so dramatic, father?"
"You are the reason your father is so dramatic!" Now he stands. No longer is the look he sends one a father gives his daughter—no, this is the look that a king gives his subject. "My advisors tell me I am too lenient with you, but long have I ignored their plights. Now, I see that I have been blind."
"And what of my plights, Father? Do I have no say in my future? What if I wished to rule alone?"
"Your plights are of no consequence to the realm, foolish girl. A woman cannot rule alone." Your father’s jaw locks, tight as a bowstring. "You will marry before this year is over. Is that understood?"
You scoff. "You cannot possibly—"
"Oh, but I can because I am your king and when I speak, my word is law," he snarls, slamming a fist on the table. A jug of water tips over—neither of you pay attention to it. A servant scurries to handle the mess. "You either listen to me now, or I will force you down the aisle myself until you produce heirs of your own."
His threat hang in the air. You feel its weight on you, like physical chains summoned around your wrists. It makes you grit your teeth, setting your glare onto your curled fists laid out on your laps.
The tension could be cut open.
You push your chair back, the feet rattling against the stone ground, and stand up. "Fine. Breed me like a brooding mare, if that’s all you care about."
Your father grates out your first name. "And where do you think you're going? We aren't done."
"But we are!" You swerve your attention back on him, shooting him a look of absolute vitriol. You don't remember the last time you had such an argument with him. "I'm going back to my books, while I still have the liberty to read freely."
"Daughter—"
"—or will you take that right away now, too?"
At your words, your father's eyes gleam furiously. "This is not the end of this. You will marry, and if you don't make a choice soon, I will make it for you."
You say nothing in return, letting the echo of your scattered footsteps be the answer to your father’s penance.
As you exit the halls that night, you don't see the worried looks your two guards exchange as they follow you out.
You do not go back to your books.
As soon as you’re inside your chambers, you lock the door shut, only to hurl a nearby vase across the room. It shatters in a hundred pieces, but it gives you none of the relief you thought it might. With blood pumping through your veins; you heave like you just escaped an apex predator’s claws.
You grit your teeth.
It’s all so unfair. That your father expects you to fall back into line, to do as he says, simply because he commands it. Has he forgotten the child you once were, or does he simply refuse to see the real you?
Damn him. Damn this whole system that cursed you the moment you were born. Another princess might have wept or accepted her fate, but not you.
Tonight, you’re breaking free.
"Princess?" a concerned voice comes from the other side of the thick wooden door.
It is soon followed by two knocks, slow and firm. The voice belongs to one man, the knocks to another. Your guards.
"Leave me," you tell them. "I do not wish to be disturbed,"
The two men, Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman, have known you since childhood . They understand you well enough to recognize that you're not actually fine, but thankfully, they seem to respect your need for privacy. Erwin lets you know they’re just outside the door if you need anything. You already know you won’t call for them.
Not tonight.
No, tonight, they can’t follow you down this path. Despite being lifelong friends, this journey is one you must make alone.
You eye the corner of your chambers.
There is a secret passage just behind the bookcase of your bedroom. It is not known by many—just you and your guards. It is the same passageway you would often take to meet Levi and Erwin in secret, to watch them spar on the training field, to talk about books and dreams when all still seemed within your grasp.
It seems you must grasp one more dream for yourself.
The streets of Mitras are lively in the evenings.
Filled with jesters and children, dancers and sell-swords, merchants and entertainers, there is much that is happening tonight. The thick stench of sweat and mud, the taste of tart pie and mead, the sound of songs and gossip. It paints a study in the everyday lives of common folks.
As you make your way further down the web of the city, you feel equal parts thrilled and anxious. This is the first time you’re out without your guards and you can’t help but feel bare without them. Clad in a cloak with a dagger and bag strapped to your hip, you know to remain prudent.
You’re on a mission, after all, one that is personal, and you do not wish to be stopped.
Sex.
The concept isn’t foreign to you. You know what coupling is; you’ve seen peaks of it in stories, You know that sex isn’t simply something that people do to procreate, but that it is immense pleasure. Men and women do it, but also men and men, women and women, and all genders that come in between.
You think that this is what pushed you to step out of the comfort of your room tonight. Pleasure, with someone who would be willing to do it for you—not because you must, but because you both want to.
Only now that you’re here, you hesitate. The Perfumed Quarters, where you now stand, carry the finest brothels. You’re certain that with the coin you carry, you might find one that would be discreet enough to give you the pleasures you desire.
Man or woman, you would have your pick.
But are you really daring enough to do this?
You close your eyes, fidgeting with your hands as you eye the entrance door. You had a glass of whiskey before leaving—some liquid courage for the road—but now... you suddenly wish you’d taken the whole bottle with you.
"Hullo there, pretty thin’," slurs a voice close to your ears. The stench of alcohol that permeates makes your stomach wrench. The face of a man gazing at you greets you. The man smiles. "My, y'ar quite the sight. Skin like velvet..."
He reaches out to touch your face, but you flinch back.
"Dressed so prettily too... Are ya one of the whores working here, hm? An escaped rabbit from her cage?"
Your brows knit together. "You misunderstand, sire. I'm not a working woman. I simply—"
The man does not listen, seizing one of your wrists. Your brows scrunch low, and with your free hand, you slide out your dagger, showing him you're no helpless thing.
A callous bark rumbles out of him. "Is’tis part of the act, hah? The little rabbit has fangs, and I get to eat ya whole?"
Before you have a chance to show him just how real your fangs are, however, your peripheral catches a flash of silver. A long blade cuts the space between the two of you.
"Get your filthy hands off of her."
You freeze; you could recognize that baritone anywhere.
Sure enough, no later than a second after, you catch sight of Levi and his golden cloak. He’s the one delivering the threat, though you soon realize he’s not alone: Erwin, to his right, assesses the situation with a hawk-like gaze.
"Golden cloaked guards from the palace." The stranger's eyes are wide with fear as he stares back at you. "But that means, you must be..."
"No one you need to concern yourself with," Levi says dryly, stepping in between you and the man, "now, I won't repeat myself, if you wanna live—scram."
The knot in the man's throat bobs uncertainly, but he seizes his chance while he still can—he scurries away. You scowl, watching his retreating form. You know Levi only let him go to avoid needless attention, but that criminal deserved a lot worse than what he got. Under your rule, you'll make sure the people working the streets receive better protection.
You do not get time to contemplate this ethical dilemma for much longer, however, because you’re soon reminded of your guards' presences.
Levi's eyes narrow in your direction. "Explain."
"Not here." Erwin steps closer to you as well, looking over his shoulder. "We’re drawing unwanted attention."
Levi sheathes back his sword, his glare still set on you. "Fine. Let’s go then."
Despite their words, you stay rooted to your spot.
"It wasn’t a request." Levi turns, clearly exasperated. He grabs your wrist.
You grit your teeth. "I will once you unhand me."
Levi’s gaze levels with you, looking at you like you were glass. He finally releases you, but not without his own flair; he crosses his arms over his chest, staring at you like he expects you to make a run for it, to fight him on this.
You roll your eyes. How dramatic. Even if you could somehow outrun them, your interest for tonight has all but soured.
And so, you diligently follow them, with Erwin leading, while Levi walks behind you. Both of them are quiet on the walk back, the sound of their armors clinking through the cobblestone streets of the city. Neither wish to attract attention to the fact that they are escorting the future queen of the realm, heading straight into the castle's back way passage.
It is the calm before the storm.
"What the hell were you thinking, Princess?" is the first thing Levi says the moment he ceremoniously drags you into your chambers, hand firmly attached to your elbow.
Levi forces the cloak and weapon off of you, a glint in his eyes that makes it clear he's pissed.
You glare at him, ripping your arm away from him.
Out of your two guards, Levi Ackerman is always the one quickest to rile up. You think he has a bad temper and a mouth that ought to be washed with soap. For this reason, you often bicker with him, partly because you're often too prideful to admit defeat, but also because you secretly enjoy the banter.
Tonight, however, you do not have the will to fight.
"I do not know, Levi." You sigh, heading towards your vanity to place down your bag. "I just wished to wander by myself, I suppose."
"Into the Perfumed Quarters?" he grumbles. "Don't you know what business goes on in that part of town?"
You whip your head around. "Of course I know. I'm not an idiot."
"Really?" Levi sneers. "Could've fooled me, Princess."
He pops the p in your title, just the way he knows you hate it. Your eyes narrow.
"Let her regain her breath, Levi," Erwin interrupts, effectively breaking apart this building feud. He's made sure to close every door, every window, shut. He sidesteps the broken vase, the pieces of which are still scattered by the entrance. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for all of this."
Erwin observes you, seeking to understand. He's different from Levi in that way. He's more patient, more calm than his counterpart. Still, under that mask of stillness lurks a cleverness that you've learned not to take lightly.
You hate this—hate that you've ended up caught red-handed by these two men, by your friends. How did they even notice you were missing? You thought you were being discreet. Knowing them, they probably defied your orders and checked on you, only to discover your treachery. You sigh, cursing yourself inwardly. Out of everyone who might have caught you, why did it have to be them?
This feels like a cruel joke from the Gods.
The three of you grew up together. First as a girl and two young squires, later as a princess and her two knights. Yours is a relationship forged in friendship, in trust, in loyalty. Where the princess goes, so does her two guards. There is no one she trusts more.
You've heard the whispers over the years. The words that rivals in court like to spin—those who'd rather slit their throats than see a woman like you sit on the throne. A whore, the little birds whisper. A princess that dared to lower herself by opening her legs not to one, but to both her guards.
None of it is true, of course.
But perhaps it is the spirit from earlier that emboldens you, but you find yourself wishing it were, to at least have this part of yourself that would be yours.
"Earth to the princess of the realm," Levi's chastising voice echoes in your ears, making you retreat out of your thoughts. One of your eye twitches as you glance at him. "What the hell were you doing tonight? Don't you know what those places offer?"
"Of course I know, Levi. Did you ever consider that I sought such an establishment for that exact purpose?"
"What?"
It is no secret that Levi’s mother used to be a prostitute. You know he doesn’t see the job of a working woman or man as lesser, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t look down on people who take advantage of workers and enable establishments from profiting off their labor.
It must bother him, your words.
You try to soften the blow. "I did my research, Levi. I picked one run by a woman, one that treats its workers fairly, with good compensations and living conditions."
"But, why the hell are you looking to... to go to a brothel? You've never… your chasteness—"
"Fuck my chasteness."
Levi’s brows knit together, though the rest of his face looks more in a stupor than anything else. You, on the other hand, are now filled with explosive rage.
"Why did you seek such a place, your Highness?" Erwin finally speaks up, his smooth voice easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "Why not talk to us about it first?"
Your eyes flicker towards him. There's Erwin. Level-headed, calm, clever Erwin. Always asking just the question you most wished he didn't.
"Because…" you hesitate, "because I wish to know what it is like. I wish for things to be my decision for once, to decide how and where I..."
You close your mouth, feeling yourself growing hot. You know you shouldn't say these words to them. A princess shouldn't want pleasure. A princess shouldn't sneak off to seek a brothel. And a princess should especially not discuss such matters with her two male guards.
"You could have at least asked one of us to accompany you," Erwin points out.
"Would you? Would you have let me go?"
At that, both your guards seem a little torn. Levi's eternal frown hasn't wavered, while Erwin's eyes are intently set on you, as if you were some great puzzle needing to be solved.
You swallow, sitting at the edge of your bed, interlacing your fingers into a knot.
"You heard my father earlier. Soon, I will have no choice... I will marry. And I know it is my duty, I know it. But the idea of someone forcibly taking this part of myself before I am ready to give it up makes me ill. So yes, I went into town. Because I wanted to find this side of myself on my own."
Silence falls. You feel their gaze on you, heated and intense. Their expressions tell you enough.
"You see," you say bitterly, "even if I had explained beforehand, you would have stopped me."
Steps usher towards you. In a heartbeat, Erwin is kneeling in front of you, eye-level with you. His gaze speaks of compassion, of soft understanding. "It is because we worry for you, your Highness. We've known each other since all three of us were children. We do not wish to see you harmed at the hands of a stranger."
For some reason, Erwin's words make you glance at Levi.
Levi clears his throat, a pout forming on his lips. "Princess, not every lover is created equal. You should... you deserve to know someone who pleases you."
Something heavy fills in your chest.
"And a brothel wouldn’t give that to me?" you ask in a crestfallen tone. "Aren’t they trained in the art of love-making?"
"That is not for us to say, or to judge," Erwin answers. "But it doesn’t stop us from worrying."
You stare at your bare hands, reeling them into a fist over your lap. This whole situation feels so deeply unfair.
"Tell me, why must my body simply be used for breeding?" you ask, more to yourself than to anyone else. "Why must my value only be placed for what’s between my legs?"
Erwin stands back up, his presence a warm shadow on your side. To your surprise, both he and Levi take a seat next to you, with you in between them.
"Princess, it is not for us to voice what is right or wrong." Erwin places a hand over yours; it sends jitters straight to your stomach. "But we wish for you to be safe."
Next to you, Levi interlaces his fingers on his laps. His nails are so clean and well-trimmed, even when compared to your own. How gentle his fingers look, amidst a sea of armor. You wish he'd place one of his hands on top of yours, just to feel both his and Erwin's touch at the same time.
"You have known me since I was young," you say instead. "Don't you grieve for who I used to be? Who I could have become? Why must I let some stranger do what he likes with me—"
You stop talking, feeling nausea churning in your belly. Clearly, you’re saying things you shouldn’t.
But this is Levi and Erwin. Somehow, with them, words always come out easier. With them, things have always come easier. Natural.
"Princess." Erwin squeezes your hand. You still don’t look at him, but you admire his broad fingers, filled with scars that speak of past battles. "You know we will defend you no matter what. If your future husband forces you—"
"But what if I never want him? What if I want you both instead—"
You don't finish your sentence. Sandwiched between them, their breaths caressing your bare skin like silk, it's hard to think.
To your surprise, Levi is the first one to speak up, "Finish what you were about to say."
Your eyes flicker to him. He's close. His gray-blue eyes are relentless and charged, defying you to speak, like a great storm gathering in the distance. And his lips—
Are moving.
"Tell us," Levi says again, grating out your name.
But you've never been one to say what you want directly—you've never been allowed to. Now that Levi is asking you to tell him, you hesitate. You raise a hand to your face, concealing your shame. "I'm sorry. I know that the two of you are, well, together. I don't know what's gotten into me. I don't know why I'm saying these things to you."
You know what the two of them are. Lovers. You know it to be true, because you see the way they look at one another, the way they talk. You’ve long felt envy in your heart—not at one of them in particular, but wishing you could be a part of it. Wishing that they would embrace you with open arms.
The truth is, you love them. You’ve loved them for a long, long time.
And you suddenly wonder: was this what you were seeking to find tonight? Did you simply search for them in others?
"Princess, we've both—" Erwin's voice beckons you back to the present. Your gaze falls on him. He tilts his head, smiling softly. "We have long known how we both feel about you. If duties and titles were shirked away, don't you know what we would have done by now?"
It is a bold thing he is saying—what a guard is saying to his princess. He could be exiled for such a statement, or worse. But Erwin has always been a bold man, one that takes gambles.
You just never thought you'd actually see the day where he would take a chance on you.
Before you can move, fingers slip between your own, filled with questions. You watch as Erwin carefully runs his thumb over your knuckles, gently turns your hand on his lap.
Instinctively, your head turns towards Levi, afraid that you'll find betrayal on his face for the way his lover is touching you.
Wrong.
Levi's eyelids are half-lidded, an intensity to his expression as he assesses your every movement. It turns the spikes in your belly to butterflies.
"I..."
"Just say it." Levi inches closer. "Just give us the command."
But you do not wish for this to be a princess' command. You wish for it to be a woman and two men, bound in pleasure and feelings.
"I wish for your touch," you hesitate, "but not because I command it, but because you wish for it. Otherwise, let us never speak of this again. We can forget and—"
You mean to stand back up.
But a warm hand—Erwin's—snakes up to the back of your neck, forcing you to turn in his direction.
And then his lips meet yours.
He kisses you.
He kisses you and your mouth parts in surprise, feeling a buzz of energy vibrate across your body, a path of tingling sensation scattering upwards like dozens of tiny birds flapping their wings. Erwin's kiss is chaste and innocent, like a schoolboy kisses a crush. Soon enough, he leans away, vibrant blue eyes gauging your reaction, and when you stare at him, he smiles.
He should have known you’d want more. You’re a spoiled thing, after all, used to the finer things.
Which is why you grab him by the collar and demand another kiss.
Erwin's chest vibrates as he chuckles, and his hands gently fall on your waist as he reciprocates the kiss. His lips open up to you, like a flower blooming under the sun. His thumb fumbles with the thick of your dress, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as you lean away.
A lopsided grin graces his lips and you can't help but return it.
"Forgetting about me, already?"
You turn to Levi, amused at his sudden impatience. He's got a brow raised, staring at both of you with a slight pout on his lips. The sight makes you stare back fondly.
"I would never," you promise.
Levi’s flicker to your lips.
Where Erwin was bold and self-assured, Levi seems more prudent, like he thought you might catch on fire if you touch him.
And so, you make sure to set you both ablaze by pressing your lips to his.
For a moment, nothing happens, Levi just sits there, frozen.
And then, like a lever pulled abruptly, Levi's hands move to cup your jaw, his fingers winding into your hair, along your scalp. His restraint slips past him as he slides his tongue into your mouth, warm and alive.
And oh... your mind reels from the sensation, so different to Erwin’s softness. Levi tastes like black tea, the kind you always see him drink each morning. Levi pushes into you, making you bump against Erwin’s broad chest, and your heartbeat soars the moment you feel Erwin’s steady hands on your shoulders.
Who knew that kissing could feel so lovely, so intoxicating? Who knew what it would be like to feel the embrace of two lovers, of the two people your heart has yearned for?
Levi groans against your lips, his fingers cupping the valleys of your cheeks. Your movement pushes you further onto Erwin, forcing him to lie down as the bed creaks under your combined weight.
When Erwin chuckles, his husky voice vibrates against the back of your skull.
"Ngh —s-slow down, Levi," you huff. "I'm suffocating here."
"Can you blame him?" Erwin says languidly, the back of his fingers brushing across your exposed forearms. "You're a delight."
Levi finally slides away, his blown-out pupils taking in the sight. You, all disheveled, resting against Erwin, whose eyes gleam with knowing pride, with love. The knot in Levi's throat bobs. What a sight he has in front of him, for only him.
With a swift hand, Levi undoes his cravat, neatly folding it and placing it on the nightstand. When he comes back at the end of the edge of your bed, he stands there, assessing you with hawk-like seriousness.
Shyly, you offer him your hand.
He takes it.
Without saying a word, you guide him back to his seat, nudging Erwin upright with your other hand. Slowly, you intertwine their fingers together, overlapping them on your lap. You watch with evident admiration at the marvel of golden, calloused skin blending with slender pale fingers, the expanse of their knuckles filled with scars that's a testament to their pledges as your knights.
A smile creeps on your face. Both your lovers watch as you lean back, propping yourself on your elbows while they stay seated upright at the edge of your bed.
"Now it's your turn," you tell them with a smile, "… if you want."
Understanding flashes on their faces, though it manifests differently for each of them. On Levi, it comes across as perplexed hesitation, looking from you to Erwin, like he didn’t think you'd want to witness this. Erwin, however, seems to have seen this coming.
His mouth twitches as he bends down to capture Levi's lips with complete confidence.
Levi outright melts into Erwin's touch.
You'd long imagined the two of them like this, kissing. Hands exploring one and another, lips moving in perfect accordion, eyes fluttering shut. But seeing it now, shared with you… it’s something else.
You love them. You love them so very much.
Because there’s so much adoration, respect, and mutual understanding to be seen here. Erwin’s patience, taking and enjoying, contrasted with Levi’s desire to be filled and devoured, all in the span of this little shared space that now belongs to the three of you.
When they break apart, you're certain your eyes are hazy with desire.
"We got a bit carried away," Levi mutters.
You hum. "I liked it."
A hint of pink kisses his cheeks.
He moves away before you can tease him further.
"So we're really doing this?" Levi grumbles. His eyes gleam on you, dark and heady. "It is a sacrilege, what you are doing, Princess. You are debasing yourselves with two people who are far beneath your station. We are not worthy to defile you."
You frown, looking from him to Erwin, searching for an answer on how to make it right. Erwin’s face is blank, and you understand it has to be you who convinces Levi.
You reach out for his hand.
"Levi," you say softly, sliding up next to him. As you speak, Erwin's fingers brush the nape of your neck, as if to praise you for this step. You look into Levi’s eyes, earnest and true. "In this life, there aren't many things that will be mine to pick. So, please... would you be mine?"
Levi melts at your platitude, before he glances away.
"The two of you are the same," Levi mutters beneath his breath. "So damn corny."
You let out a chortle that sounds more disbelief than it does laughter. Levi and his wild tongue. You still think it ought to be washed by soap, though you suppose that it’s got its charms.
Levi leans back, removing his shoes. Next to him, Erwin chuckles, reaching to unclasp his own armor. Like a giddy young girl, you help them, picking up each piece of worn leather and laying it at the base of the bed, making sure it is all neatly ordered for them to easily dress afterward. Once finished, the two men then take their turns disrobing the outer layer of your dress, with Levi grumbling, "how do you even breathe in this thing?" until you are clad in nothing but your chemise. You shiver. This is the barest you've ever been in their presence, a vulnerability that feels both thrilling and intimate.
For safe measure, you lock the doors—this time, you know no one will interrupt. Only you, Erwin, and Levi have a set of keys.
When you turn back around, Erwin and Levi are both gazing at you, their eyes charged with an intensity that makes your chest lock. They inspect you like you inspect them, their eyes sweeping over your form. A lifetime of knowledge, of love, of duty, and honor, hangs behind this moment, this relationship. It pulses in the air, a recognition that this, right now, is a turning point for all three of you.
You'll never see Hange at more peace than when they're slurping the fuck out of your clit.
You're a fucking mess right now. It's been hours. And this hasn't been light work, okay. Head from Hange is never light work.
They know your body so well it's scary. That plus the fact they didn't play around when it came to eating only made things worse for you. Every suckle of your clit, every kiss to your slit was for a reason. To get you to cum on their tongue.
No one else could make you cum as hard or as many yes as Hange could. Let this be someone else and you'd probably be sitting here bored out of your mind. But Hange had made you cum at least five times already...and they were aiming for a sixth.
Your body was shining with sweat, and the air around you two smelled of sex. You felt sticky everywhere, but especially between your legs.
Hange really knew how to make a mess out of you.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you sat up on your elbows, eyes looking at the Commander between your legs. "Baby i-", you want to say something, beg for a break. The plea is hot on your tongue
But they look so perfect right now. Life has just been so stressful on them lately. It broke your heart to see them forgetting to eat and sleep.
They honestly looked more relaxed than ever right now. Eye shut as their strong hands press your knees to your chest, keeping you in place so you have not even a hope of escaping. Their tongue is laving at your sensitive core. Hange's jaw had to be aching by now. But you'd never be able to tell, they looked like they were in heaven servicing an angel.
When Hange hears your voice they shake themselves out of their daze, resting their cheek on the plush fat of your thighs. Deep brown eyes peer up at you.
They were just as messy as your cunt, a filthy mixture of your juices and their spit running down their chin. Not that they really cared. They just wanted you to stop talking so they could get back to eating.
"....you were saying sweetie?" They speak, and Hange's voice is rough and low. Sending a deep shiver down your spine.
You blinked back the tears daring to fall past your lashes sucking up your complaint. If a bit of overstimulation would help Hange calm down, you'd sit here all night.
"Nothing baby....." you say, one of your shaky hands coming to card through their mop of brown hair. Gently, you push them back to your slit, watching as they eagerly get back to eating, easily getting a good rhythm again.
the morning after levi had turned your tears into bliss, sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets.
you stirred slowly, your body still humming from the night before—sore in the best ways, marked by his touch in places only he would ever see.
levi was already awake, of course; the man rose with the dawn, his discipline unyielding even in the softness of your shared moments.
he sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, his silver-flecked hair neatly combed, watching you with that quiet intensity that made your heart skip.
"good morning, princess," he murmured, his voice low and steady as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
you blinked up at him, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering ache between your thighs. "mm...morning," you whispered, reaching for his hand. he took it, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rare display of tenderness before his expression hardened just a fraction—back to the stoic mask he wore for the world.
your father was still away on his business trip, the mansion echoing with emptiness without his booming presence. but levi had no intention of leaving you alone.
he had an opportunity.
and he would take it.
as you showered and dressed in one of the cute outfits he'd bought you—a soft pastel sweater and skirt that hugged your figure just right—he made a call.
you overheard snippets from the bathroom:
"yeah, i'll stay at the house. keep an eye on things… on her. she's been… difficult lately."
his tone was clipped, professional, the perfect lie to your father, who grunted approval on the other end before hanging up.
levi pocketed his phone, a faint smirk ghosting his lips when you emerged, towel-dried hair framing your face. "all mine for the week," he said simply, pulling you close for a quick, possessive kiss.
"now, let's get you spoiled properly."
the drive to the mall was silent but comfortable, his luxury car purring along the winding roads leading to the upscale complex he owned—a gleaming empire of glass and steel, filled with boutiques catering to the elite.
levi parked in his reserved spot near the entrance, and as you stepped out, it took no time for both of you to lose yourselves.
he was already carrying the first bags: oversized plushies peeking from the tops, a fluffy unicorn and a teddy bear with embroidered hearts, gifts he'd insisted on grabbing from the toy store first thing.
"for my girl's collection," he'd said flatly when the clerk rang them up, but his eyes had flicked to you with hidden warmth.
the shopping spree unfolded like a dream tailored just for you. he trailed behind as you flitted from store to store, his arms laden with bags that grew heavier by the hour—dresses in flowing fabrics that would swirl around your legs, tops with delicate lace trims, shoes that clicked satisfyingly on the polished floors.
levi never complained, his face a mask of indifference as he swiped his black card without a second glance at the totals.
"whatever you want," he'd mutter when you hesitated over a particularly frilly blouse, his voice brooking no argument.
lunch was a quick affair at a rooftop café, where he fed you bites of your pasta with a fork, his free hand resting possessively on your knee under the table, thumb tracing circles that sent little thrills up your spine.
afterward, he indulged your whim for a manicure. the salon was pristine, all soft lighting and plush chairs, and levi settled into the one beside yours, legs crossed, scrolling through emails on his phone as if this were just another board meeting.
you chose a pale pink polish with tiny glitter flecks, giggling as the technician worked, and levi's gaze lifted occasionally, lingering on your hands.
"looks good," he said once, toneless, but you caught the approval in his eyes—the way they traced the fresh color against your skin.
by the time you were done, his bags were overflowing: more clothes, a few accessories, and those plushies that made your room feel like a secret haven.
now, as the afternoon sun dipped lower, levi steered you toward the final stop—the lingerie boutique tucked in a quieter wing of the mall.
it was one of the high-end ones, all velvet displays and dim, intimate lighting, showcasing pieces that whispered promises of seduction.
the sales associate recognized him immediately, her eyes widening slightly before she composed herself. "mr. ackerman, a pleasure. the newest arrivals are in the back. shall i prepare the private suite?"
he nodded curtly, "yes, yes...do as you wish."
the woman scurried off, and levi guided you inside with a hand at the small of your back, his touch light but commanding.
the private changing room was a lavish space: mirrored walls on three sides, a velvet chaise lounge, and a rack already being filled with the store's freshest stock—silks, laces, and sheer fabrics in every shade. the door clicked shut behind you, sealing you in privacy, and levi set the bags down before sinking onto the chaise, legs spread slightly, arms draped over the back.
his expression was stone-cold, unreadable, as if he were appraising a business deal rather than watching his love try on intimates.
"start with the frilly ones," he instructed, voice flat. you swallowed, heat blooming in your cheeks, but obeyed, slipping into the first set: baby pink panties with ruffled edges and a cute bow at the front, paired with a matching bralette adorned with tiny embroidered hearts.
the fabric was soft against your skin, innocent yet teasing, hugging your curves just enough to make you feel exposed under his gaze. you stepped out from behind the screen, twirling shyly.
"what do you think?"
his eyes raked over you, slow and deliberate, but his face gave nothing away. "turn around." you did, and he hummed faintly. "fine. next."
emboldened, you tried on more—white cotton boyshorts with playful polka dots, a set in lavender lace with scalloped trim that framed your breasts like a gift.
each time, you emerged, posing or lifting the hem to show how it sat on your hips, and levi's responses were clipped:
"adequate."
"show me the back."
"keep it."
he was stoic, unmoving, but you noticed the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the chaise a fraction tighter with each reveal.
the selections grew bolder under his silent direction. a sheer black babydoll that draped over your body like mist, nipples peeking through the fabric; crotchless panties in red silk that left you bare and vulnerable; a harness-style top with straps that crisscrossed your torso, barely containing your chest.
you modeled them all, heart pounding as you caught glimpses of yourself in the mirrors—flushed, eager for his approval.
"this one?" you'd ask, tugging at a scandalous thong that rode high on your ass, strings thin as whispers.
he'd lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing. "spin. slower." his voice was ice, but the air thickened with unspoken heat, your pussy tingling from the exposure, from knowing he was fighting to stay composed.
by the time you reached the dozenth piece, your skin was warm, arousal simmering low in your belly.
the final one he pointed to was deceptively sweet: those little pink panties again, frilly with sweet little flowers embroidered along the waistband, paired with a cropped camisole that left your midriff bare.
you slipped them on, the cotton soft and innocent against your slick folds, and stepped out, closer this time.
"come here." levi said, his tone unchanging, patting his thigh. "i need to see it up close."
you hesitated only a second before straddling his lap, knees sinking into the chaise on either side of his hips. his hands settled on your waist, cool and steady, holding you in place as his gaze dropped to the panties.
up close, you could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard line of his cock pressing against the seam of his black pants, but his face remained impassive.
"these suit you," he murmured, fingers tracing the flower patterns lightly, sending shivers through you. "my pretty girl in pink. so innocent."
the praise cracked his stoic shell just a bit, and you leaned in, lips brushing his. "thank you, levi."
he captured your mouth then, the kiss starting slow—his tongue sliding against yours, tasting and claiming, exploring every inch with deliberate strokes that made your head spin. his lips were firm yet yielding, sucking gently on your lower lip before nipping it, drawing a soft gasp from you.
you melted into him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, fingers digging into the crisp fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened, his tongue delving further, coaxing yours to dance in a rhythm that mirrored the growing ache between your legs.
but it deepened quickly, his grip tightening as he pulled you flush against him, chest to chest, the thin camisole doing little to hide the way your nipples hardened against him.
you whimpered into his mouth, rocking subtly at first, the friction of his thigh against your core sparking pleasure through the thin fabric of the panties.
the seam pressed right against your clit, teasing with every tiny shift, and you couldn't help but grind down a little harder, seeking more.
levi's hands roamed now, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, tilting your head for better access as he devoured your mouth, the other gripping your hip to guide your movements, encouraging the slow roll of your hips.
"fuck, baby," he breathed against your lips when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rougher now, laced with the desire he'd been holding back. his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling as he stared into your eyes, dark and intense.
"you're 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. look at you, all dolled up for me. my 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 little princess, sitting 𝘴𝘰 pretty on daddy's lap."
his words washed over you like warm honey, each one stoking the fire in your belly.
he kissed along your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed presses to your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there until you arched into him, a needy whine escaping your throat.
"no one else gets to see you like this," he continued, voice dropping to a growl as his hand slipped under the camisole, cupping your breast fully now, thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple just enough to make you jolt.
"just me. you're 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦—𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 frilly 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 soft curve. these little flowers on your panties? they're like you—sweet, delicate, but hiding how 𝘸𝘦𝘵 you get for me."
he rolled the hardened peak between his fingers, tugging gently, and you moaned louder, hips bucking involuntarily against his thigh. the pressure built steadily, your pussy clenching around nothing as the fabric grew damper, the friction turning slick and insistent.
you panted, lips parting as you chased the sensation, grinding down with more purpose now, the rough texture of his pants through the thin cotton sending sparks up your spine.
"daddy, f-feels s'good," you whimpered, voice breaking on the words, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes.
levi hummed in approval, his free hand sliding down to join the first at your hips, both now controlling your pace—lifting you slightly before pulling you back down, making you ride his thigh with deliberate, teasing slowness that had you keening.
"that's it, ride me...𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭," he praised, his mouth returning to yours in a messy, heated kiss, tongues tangling as he swallowed your moans.
"feel how hard you make daddy? all because of his 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 baby. you're doing 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, princess—look at how your pretty pussy soaks through those panties. all for 𝘮𝘦."
he flexed his thigh beneath you, the muscle tensing to press firmer against your clit, and you cried out into his mouth, the added pressure nearly pushing you over the edge already.
your nails scraped down his arms, leaving faint red trails on his skin, but he didn't flinch, only kissed you harder, his tongue fucking into your mouth in time with the roll of your hips.
tears slipped down your cheeks now, the intensity building to a fever pitch, every nerve alight with sensation.
"levi—daddy, please," you gasped when he broke the kiss to nip at your earlobe, sucking it between his teeth before whispering hotly against your ear. "need…need to cum."
your voice was a broken plea, body trembling as you ground down faster, the flowers on the panties utterly ruined, clinging wetly to your folds. he groaned, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours, his cock twitching against you from the friction.
"come on, cum for me, princess," he commanded softly, one hand slipping between your bodies to tug the fabric of the panties aside, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air before pressing it directly against the rough wool of his pants.
the sudden bare contact was electric—your slick lips sliding over the textured material, clit dragging with every thrust of your hips.
"soak daddy's thigh. show me how much you love being my little slut in these cute panties. you're so beautiful like this, baby—whimpering, shaking, all mine."
his other hand cradled the back of your head, guiding you into another deep kiss as he rocked you faster, his thigh flexing rhythmically to meet your movements.
the praise, the friction, the way he held you so possessively—it all shattered you. your body tensed, thighs quivering around his as the orgasm crashed over you in relentless waves, pussy pulsing and clenching as juices spilled freely onto his pants.
you moaned long and loud into his mouth, the sound muffled but desperate, tears streaming as you rode out the high, grinding through the sensitivity until you collapsed against his chest, spent and shuddering.
levi held you through it all, his kisses turning soft and soothing along your temple, murmuring quiet praises—"good girl," "that's my perfect baby"—as your breaths evened out.
he held you close, kissing your forehead as you caught your breath, his stoic mask slipping back into place for the world outside—but for you, in this private haven, he was all warmth and possession.
"𝘢𝘭𝘭 of it," he said finally, nodding to the pile of lingerie. "we're taking 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."
💚Thank you, @meldl18, for the request. I fear I have written another monster fic here lol…hope you enjoy💚
Description: After weeks of tension and unresolved feelings, a confrontation with Levi pushes everything to the surface—especially after your night out with Jean.
WC: ~8k
Tags: Jealous!Levi Ackerman x reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, jealousy, tension, emotional angst, dominance, canon typical violence, Jean Kirstein mentioned, (Oh shit!), SMUT ofc, and some fluff stuff towards the end (As fluffy as Levi can afford to be, anyways!)
MDNI!
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You don’t know when it started. The hostility, that is.
Or why it seemed to settle so naturally between the two of you, like it had been inevitable. It was as if he was destined to hate you even before he met you.
Captain Levi Ackerman, that is.
Maybe it wasn’t as personal as it felt. Levi didn’t take to anyone easily.
Still… it had been three years.
Three years since you joined the Scouts. You weren’t some wide-eyed recruit anymore—you were deadly. Not to mention appreciated by those around you. Captain Erwin had taken a liking to your tenacity, and even Mikasa liked to chat while you repaired gear.
So it didn’t make sense.
The way he looked at you—like you were something beneath his boot.
Levi was harsh with everyone; that much was true. But you weren’t blind—you saw it. He did care to a certain degree. Like the way his eyes tracked his squad during missions, always counting.
He did care.
Just not about you.
With you, there was no restraint. No quiet understanding. Just cold scrutiny—sharp and unrelenting.
And that made your blood burn. Because you knew what you were worth. You were strong—strong enough to stand beside the best of them. Mikasa included.
You didn’t ever break formation out of panic.
You did it because you refused to stand there and watch someone die when you could do something about it.
And every time—
he made you pay for it.
He would call you reckless. Airheaded. Or a dipshit.
Once, he’d even snatched you by the front of your cloak, yanking you close, his voice lethal as he tore into you for breaking ranks—publicly.
For “endangering the squad.”
For being selfish.
Selfish.
The word still made your head hurt.
You’d snapped back sometimes—chin high, refusing to be spoken to like you were dirt when you were only doing your job. It was your life to throw away. Not his. And still, he looked you dead in the eye and told you that you weren’t saving people for them.
You were doing it for yourself, he said.
So here you stood during morning muster, shoulder to shoulder between Connie and Jean, boots planted firm despite the tension coiling tight in your chest. Levi stood at the front, going over assignments.
It would be a dull day with no missions lined up.
Levi moved down the line, inspecting.
Then—he stopped.
Right in front of you.
Of course.
You felt it before you looked—his scrutiny, heavy and suffocating. Your stomach jumped, but you forced yourself to stay still. His eyes dragged from your head to your boots.
“Next time,” he said flatly, “try starching your uniform.”
He paused, eyeballing you from head to toe.
“It looks like shit.”
It shouldn’t have bothered you, but of course it did. Because as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted his approval.
“Yes, sir.”
You kept your gaze forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
Still, you felt his gaze linger a second too long before he moved on. When he was out of earshot, you exhaled, glancing at Jean.
“I swear,” you muttered, “he catches one whiff of my ass and comes crawling out of nowhere.”
Jean snorted. Connie barely held it together.
“I’m serious,” you pressed. “He’s always looking for something...”
“Maybe he likes you,” Connie said.
You shot him a look. “Yeah. I can just feel the affection.”
When they broke formation, Jean fell into step beside you, close as usual. You didn’t mind. He was easy to talk to, and you didn’t have to brace yourself around him.
“So,” Jean started casually, “we’ve got liberty tonight.”
You glanced at him with a half smile. "Yeah?"
“Thought maybe I could take you out again. For another drink, play some cards, take a walk...whatever you like.”
You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
Then there came that feeling. Like something pressing into your back, and creeping up your neck. You didn’t have to guess.
Levi was standing still, across the way. Watching, but not casually or passively. His burning gaze was fixed on you and Jean, smoldering.
And then he moved—straight toward you.
“Oh, great,” you muttered. “Don’t react,” you warned Jean, who was visibly confused. Levi was on top of the two of you before you could elaborate.
“Jean.” he shot, his tone flat and controlled. “I have you going out on a supply run.”
Jean straightened immediately. “Yes, sir.” His eyes met yours, saying a silent goodbye.
"Then go." Levi spat.
And just like that, Jean turned and was gone. Leaving you alone with him. You turned your attention to the ledger, pretending to read. But he was still there, standing far too close.
You glanced up—
What a mistake.
He was just looking at you, as if he didn't know what to make of you. You began to squirm under his gaze, heat rushed through you—sharp, and unwarranted, but not unwanted. At least not to your body.
What the fuck…
You began to internally panic, not knowing the right thing to say, the right thing to do. Why did he have this affect on you?
“It’s… cold out here,” you muttered.
“Then you should dress like it.” he lowered his gaze to your chest, where you noticed a button had fallen loose, and your chest was slightly exposed
His eyes moved slowly over you.
Your throat tightened.
Don’t react.
Don’t—
His gaze lifted and met yours, making your chest tighten in all the wrong ways. He stepped back, just like it never happened.
“Get your assignment and move.” He said, deadpan.
“Yes, sir.”
The armory smelled like oil, metal, and worn leather. You sat cross-legged on the bench, ODM gear spread in pieces in front of you. Your fingers worked methodically, tightening bolts—only for them to slip out of place again.
You sighed.
“I’ve always hated putting these things back together,” you muttered.
Across from you, Mikasa adjusted her gear.
“Mm.”
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Then—
“…Levi cornered me earlier.”
“Mmm. Shocker.”
You frowned slightly. “He was… weird.”
That got her attention.
“Weird how?” She puzzled.
“He wasn’t griping. Not even really bitching.” You hesitated. “Just… looking at me...like in my eyes, and lingering around.”
Click.
“…He obviously likes you.”
You blinked. “What?”
“He watches you. Like all the time.”
“That’s because he thinks I’m a liability.”
“He doesn’t watch liabilities like that.” A pause. “He lets them die of their own stupidity.”
You opened your mouth then closed it.
“…Well,” you muttered, wiping your blade harder than necessary, “even if he did—hypothetically—that doesn’t mean anything.”
Mikasa tilted her head.
“…You like him too.”
You froze.
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t—he’s just—” you gestured vaguely, “objectively attractive. And stoic. And strong—”
Mikasa raised an eyebrow.
“…and brave,” you finished weaker.
Silence ensued.
“And those are all qualities you’re attracted to.”
You groaned. “Oh my God.”
“But Jean is different,” you said quickly.
Mikasa waited.
“He’s… soft. Kind. He actually talks to me like I’m a person.”
Mikasa nodded once.
“That’s nice.”
A pause.
“But that’s not what you want.”
You stared at her blankly before going back to your work, but internally you cursed yourself, because you feared she could be right.
You were alone while getting ready in the barracks that night. Most people had someone to go home to—family, partners. Those who didn’t, like Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, had already gone ahead to the tavern.
You hesitated.
You wanted to be excited. Jean was using one of his few liberty nights to spend it with you—even though he had family he could’ve seen.
But Levi kept creeping into your thoughts...those stormy gray eyes...
You tossed your shirt onto the bed, arms crossing tightly.
“I’m not going,” you muttered.
It wasn’t fair.
One look from him—and suddenly everything you’d been building with Jean felt… shaky. It wasn’t fair to Jean either. You didn’t want to let him down.
But the heart wants what it wants.
He’d understand that.
“…Like hell,” you muttered, grabbing your blouse again. You undid the top two buttons, adjusted it slightly, and headed for the door.
The tavern was loud.
Laughter spilled over itself, glasses clinked, chairs scraped—heat and noise wrapped themselves around you like a blanket, dulling everything else.
And for once—
you let yourself relax.
Jean sat beside you, shoulder brushing yours as he laughed with Connie and Armin. His sleeves were rolled, hair slightly messier than usual, drink loose in his hand.
He looked… good.
After a while, he led you to a quieter corner. A small round table sat tucked near the wall. Instead of sitting across from you, he pulled out the chair beside his—and you took it. Now you were angled toward each other, knees interlocked underneath the table. Close enough to feel his warmth.
It made it harder to think.
You held your cards low in your lap. Jean mirrored you, leaning back, one arm draped over his chair, the other holding his cards near his thigh.
“Trying to peek?” he murmured.
You scoffed, tilting your cards closer. “Please. Your hand can't be that interesting.”
“Mm,” he hummed, glancing sideways.
Heat crept up your neck—but you only shifted slightly, making your knee rub the inside of his thigh as if it were unintentional.
“Funny,” he replied, leaning in just a little closer, voice lower, “I was thinking the same thing.”
You shuffled your cards.
“You’re losing.”
“I’m winning.”
“You keep saying that.”
“And I’ve been right.”
You reached across him to steal a card—his hand caught your wrist mid-motion.
You froze, then looked up. He was already watching you.
“…You always cheat?” he asked.
“Only when I’m losing.”
“That’s most of the time.”
“Wow,” you breathed, mock offended. “You’re bold tonight.”
“Maybe I’ve had enough to drink that I just don't care."
Your pulse picked up. You pulled your hand back slowly, but his fingers lingered a second too long before letting go.
The noise around you faded.
“…Hey,” he said softly.
You turned toward him.
“Yeah?”
His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted again.
“You know I—” He stopped, exhaling. “I’ve been meaning to—”
“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured.
He studied you.
“Yeah?”
You nodded. That was all it took.
He leaned in—slow enough to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. His lips met yours, soft at first—testing. Then you kissed him back. Your head spun as you sank into it.
Maybe it was the alcohol—
but he was a good kisser.
The kiss broke slightly as you both shifted, turning heads to kiss one another more deeply—And your heart jumped into your throat.
Because over Jean’s shoulder...you saw him.
Levi.
He was watching, unmoving. His gaze locked on yours. Not angry--no something worse.
Searing.
Why the hell is he even here…?
He should’ve been with the officers—not here with enlisted soldiers. He lifted his drink slowly, eyes never leaving you, then set it down harder than necessary. His jaw tightened.
He almost looked amused. Like he wanted to laugh.
Your stomach twisted.
Jean pulled back, noticing the shift.
“Something wrong? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you said quickly. “I just… maybe we should go outside. I’d rather be alone with you.”
Jean lit up instantly.
“Yeah—of course.”
He stood, taking your hand, leaving the cards behind. You walked wide around the tables—avoiding Levi entirely. Jean didn’t notice anything wrong, eager to lead you outside.
But you couldn't shake Levi's stare as you let Jean lead you out the door. His gaze was set on your back the whole way out.
As Jean walked you back to the barracks that night you felt defeated. He left you at the steps, giving you a small smile before turning and disappearing into the night. You stepped inside letting out a frustrated breath, then—
“FUCK!” you hissed, dragging a hand down your face.
You stood leaning against the door still, unwillingly remembering what had just taken place: The night air. The tree at your back. Jean’s mouth on yours—warm, and insistent—his hands had been needy, touching all over your body. The way you’d melted into it, let yourself get pulled under.
And still—
You hadn’t been there. Perhaps physically, yes, but in your mind...
Levi had lived inside of your thoughts. You imagined that Jean was him.
His voice.
His presence.
The way he groped you.
Levi's gaze had followed you both outside, clinging to you, threading through every touch until you couldn’t tell who you were feeling anymore.
You remembered pulling away, your breath uneven, and your thoughts all tangled up. And the look on Jean’s face when you told him you couldn’t do it. That you didn’t trust what you were feeling. That it wasn’t fair to him.
He’d taken it better than he should have.
That almost made it worse for you.
"Ugh! WHAT the FUCK am I doing?!" You shouted, believing you were alone.
“Making it harder than it needs to be.”
Mikasa’s voice cut cleanly through the room. You jumped slightly, turning toward her. She was sitting on her bunk, book resting in her lap, eyes already on you like she’d been watching the whole time.
“When did you get here? Care to announce yourself, I mean GOD?” you groaned.
“I've been here a while,” she said, turning a page in her novel. "Technically, you're the intruder here."
Of course she had.
You dropped onto your bunk with a frustrated exhale, staring at the ceiling.
“Well...I messed that up. Like...bad.”
Mikasa turned a page.
“Mhm.”
Silence.
Then—
“…So,” she added casually, not even looking at you, “you stopped because of Levi.”
You turned your head sharply. “I did not—”
She finally glanced up, completely unimpressed.
“You did.”
“I didn’t.”
“You were thinking about him while kissing Jean, weren't you?”
Your mouth opened—
Closed.
“…I hate you. Stay out of my head.”
“Mm...Right. I'll do that.”
A beat passed between you.
Then, with the faintest hint of dry humor:
“I told you so...”
You groaned, dragging your blanket over your face.
“Oh my GOD do you ever shut up?.”
Mikasa laughed, her eyes lingering on you.
"Sometimes I wonder the same thing about you." She snarked playfully. "In all seriousness, just take some time for yourself. You're obviously all tied up."
"Right." you shot back.
But she was right. You needed space. No Jean, no Levi, just room to breathe.
The next week—after you started taking a little space from Jean—was made worse by the fact that Levi had somehow grown even more impossible. He assigned Jean every unwanted job. And wherever Jean ended up, you were placed on the complete opposite side of the world.
You couldn’t even be upset about the distance—you needed it.
But you knew exactly why Levi was doing it--you were convinced:
It was because he wanted to punish you for being happy.
And yet—
Everywhere you were, he was near. Close enough to feel his presence, which made your heart race. Watching him train, his muscles rippling, leaning over maps and plans with Erwin, those sexy arms with his sleeves rolled up... But he was never close enough to acknowledge you.
It drove you insane.
Did I just ruin something good with Jean for a man who won’t even acknowledge my existence?
You refused to say it out loud—to admit it—even to yourself. But it was impossible to ignore the attraction to him. To stop the thoughts of you, paired with him. To imagine him fucking you in the captain's quarters with his tongue deep in your mouth, catching every single moan.
Ugh...What's wrong with me?!
Besides… how were you even supposed to know if he was interested when he acted like he couldn’t stand you?
The tension between you grew thicker by the day. He became more critical. More overbearing. He’d approach without warning, pointing out flaws that didn’t exist—adjusting your gear like you were a cadet fresh out of training. His fingers were quick and efficient… lingering just long enough to make you tingle, dragging over the skin above your neckline as he walked around you, tightening straps, his breath brushing softly over your shoulder...
Followed by some sharp, unnecessary correction. You always considered yourself a reasonable person, but by the time the squad's weekly sparring session had arrived, you were ready to snap.
You were paired with Sasha.
One by one, you had put down every opponent before her, but Sasha made you work for it. The two of you tangled, struggled—limbs locking, slipping, and striking—until finally, with a desperate burst of effort, you slammed her into the dirt.
Silence.
You stood over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping, and blood running from your busted nose, dripping down onto her uniform. Your hands braced against your knees. You’d been out there since early afternoon. Now the sun was beginning to set. You were exhausted. You offered her a hand, which she took, and you pulled her to her feet.
“Again.”
Levi’s voice cut through the field. A collective groan rippled through the group.
“Or you can all run,” he added flatly. The groan died instantly, and everyone began to fall back into formation, ready to pair with a new partner.
Heat prickled across your scalp, but not from exertion.
From sheer anger.
Fuck that.
“Then I guess that’s what we’re doing,” you shot back, straightening despite the way your body screamed in protest. Your hands planted firmly on your hips. “Because I’m not sparring again. Enough is enough.”
Silence pierced through the air like an arrow. Levi stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly, his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.
“Excuse you?” His voice was low and deadly.
You stepped forward, unrelenting.
“Excuse yourself. But before you do, how many miles do you want from me, Captain?” You gestured sharply toward the field. "We’ve been out here for hours—with no rest, and no food. I am beyond done with this shit.”
Connie choked on his water.
Armin shifted uncomfortably.
Reiner muttered something under his breath.
No one else moved. Levi’s eyes narrowed.
Then he moved. Fast—closing the distance. One second, he was across the field, and the next, he was right in front of you. Close enough that his breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to your face. You straightened instinctively, chest puffing—unwilling to back down.
Even as your pulse spiked.
He smelled clean.
Like tea and expensive soap.
It was distracting.
“I don’t care who you take down,” he said quietly. “If you don’t know the technique, then you’re dead weight to me.”
You scoffed.
“You're so right. I’m sure the titans are going to be real impressed by my vertical suplex.”
Your voice was sharp, your glare unwavering. You were dangerously close to putting him on his back just to prove a point. Your palms sweated as you prepared to make your move. Your heel shifted upward. A hand landed on your shoulder just as you were about to lunge, holding you firmly.
Jean stepped in.
“That’s enough, y/n. Captain, please. She's just dysregulated...tired.”
His other hand settled around your upper arm, grounding, steady. Ensuring he could pull you back if need be. You didn’t move.
Levi’s gaze flicked to him.
Then back to you.
A quiet, humorless scoff left him.
“Tch.”
His eyes dragged over you—slow, deliberate.
Judging you.
“Of course,” he muttered. “Running to her rescue.”
Jean’s jaw tightened, and he lowered his gaze.
Levi leaned in just slightly—Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that you felt it in your chest.
“He can't save you from me,” he said under his breath.
Your stomach dropped. Your blood was boiling hot again.
“Look at you,” he added, straightening. “Covered in sweat, acting like you’ve done something impressive.” His lip curled faintly.
“You’re filthy.”
Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
Heat.
Sharp and sudden, it traveled directly to your core. It was an electric feeling.
You hated it. But your body loved it.
Really? He calls you filthy, and it does this to you?
You clenched your jaw at him, trying to hide the arousal in your eyes.
“Get cleaned up,” he said, voice dropping just for you. “Then come to my office.”
A moment passed. You wanted to hit him.
Kiss him.
Fuck his stupid brains out.
“I’ll deal with you there.”
He turned away like it was nothing.
“The rest of you are dismissed. Bunk inspection. 0500,” he yelled.
The formation broke quickly, murmurs spreading like wildfire.
You caught pieces—
“…she really said that to him…”
“…we’re all screwed…”
“…he’s gonna kill her…”
Eren stepped into your space almost immediately. “What were you thinking?” he snapped. “You can’t talk to him like that! You really think that's gonna fly?”
You shot him a look.
“That’s rich. Coming from you.”
He opened his mouth— then closed it, giving you an annoyed look before turning towards the barracks. You didn’t care. You were coming undone.
You were tired of the constant pressure. And with how infuriatingly he affected you. You hated how much you wanted him—and he hated you. That much was obvious. So why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? Why did every glance feel like something more? Why did you want him to fuck you through the wall?
You cut the thought off.
Hard.
No, no, no.
You weren’t doing that. Not here. Tensions were too high, you needed a cold shower to gather your composure and thoughts.
You’d cleaned up as best you could. The cold shower hadn't helped cool your irritated skin—or your troubled mind. The busted nose was still giving you issues, so you kept a handkerchief tucked in your pocket just in case it gushed again. Your mind raced about what to say to Levi.
He’s going to rip me apart for this.
The walk to his office felt longer than it should have. Your half-laced boots echoed against the stone, each step a reminder of just how sore you were. Your muscles were aching, shin splints throbbing, and your body was worn down to the bone.
Good.
You thought.
Let him see exactly what he’s done.
The halls were quiet at this hour; most had already turned in. Lantern light flickered along the walls, shadows stretching ahead of you.
You tried—once—to gather your thoughts. An apology or an explanation, but nothing stuck. Every time your mind circled back, it landed on the same thing—
his voice
his proximity
the way he looked at you
And the anger came rushing back.
Good.
You’d rather feel that than the other feelings that kept coming to the surface.
You stopped in front of his door.
For a second, you hesitated, your hand hovered.
knock. knock.
You straightened slightly, jaw crunched into a firm line, already bracing yourself for impact.
Levi
The knock came right on time.
Of course it did.
He hadn’t been looking at the clock—but he didn’t need to. Levi sat behind his desk, one hand resting loosely against the surface, the other wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.
He hadn't noticed or cared. His eyes flicked once toward the door, then back down.
"Tch..."
He should’ve handled it out there. Shut you down in front of everyone, and ended it. But no, you just had to push. He’d let it go too far. It needed to be addressed one-on-one.
An image flashed uninvited—
You, earlier.
sweat-soaked, and breathing hard,
defiant
looking up at him like that…
He cut the thought off immediately.
Irrelevant.
He set the cup down with a quiet click, shaking his head. He walked around the desk, propping himself up on the corner, and grabbed a sheet of paper, pretending to be observing the writing scrawled there.
“Enter.”
He kept his voice flat and controlled, not allowing any emotion underneath it. The door creaked open and you slipped in.,
For half a second, he didn’t look up, deliberately. He let you stand there, and let the silence set in steadily. He was in control here.
Not you.
Then, his gaze lifted and froze involuntarily. Because you didn’t look like you usually did. You weren't carefully composed, sharp, or even halfway prepared to defend yourself against him.
You looked—
tired.
But...disarming.
Your hair was still slightly damp and loosely combed, your shirt was thrown on without much care, and your collar was open more than enough to be noticeable. The fabric was thin and hung more softly on your frame than your uniform ever did; it looked loose and unstructured.
And underneath—
You wore nothing.
No support, and no effort to hide it. Just you.
Your posture was held together by will alone. You smelled clean. It was a faint, subtle scent—he recognized it now, a light hint of lavender. It wasn't too heavy; he could just hardly smell it as your presence filled the room, making him curious. He wished he hadn’t, because it immediately went to his groin. He wanted more of it.
He quickly composed himself.
"You’re late.”
You weren’t. But he didn’t care.
“No, I’m not.”
God he wanted to fix that mouth of yours.
“Shut the door” he demanded coolly.
You did as he said. He didn’t offer you anything. He just looked at you with a cold expression while assessing you.
“You’ve been getting careless,” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk, with his hands crossed.
Your brows pulled. “Careless?”
“You're defiant,” he corrected. “You think because you can hold your own, you get to ignore orders.”
“I didn’t ignore anything,” you shot back at him. “I defended myself, I pushed back for once because you are constantly on me, no matter how hard I try, or how well I do," you shot back, throwing your hands up at your sides.
He couldn't miss the way your breasts moved under that loose-fitted, thin shirt...He sharpened his resolve.
“You don’t push back.” He said plainly, leaning off of the edge of the desk and stepping a bit closer. “You follow orders. That’s it.”
Your jaw tensed until you felt like your teeth would crack. “Not when they don’t make a lick of sense.”
Tch.
“There it is.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you even stopped to consider that titans are not our only enemies?”
That hit you; he could see it in the way that your eyebrows knitted together. There was hesitation as you swallowed hard.
“Doesn’t matter,” you said, steadier than you felt. “Not if I’m too beat down to train properly.”
Excuses, excuses.
He knew how strong you were--he needed you to be stronger. On his level. He needed you to be able to protect yourself when he couldn't be there.
And he knew for a fact 'Jean boy' couldn't keep you safe.
“Or maybe,” he said, quieter now, “you've just been too distracted lately.”
Your eyes sharpened. “By what?" You laughed at him. "If there's something you want to say, don't be coy. Just spit it out, Captain."
He didn’t answer right away, because he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to pry without seeming as if he cared too much.
“You and Kirstein putting on your little show in front of everyone.”
Your expression shifted, just barely.
“You made a spectacle,” he continued. “Both of you did.”
“That’s not what that was—He was just trying to stop me from escalating the situation because you—"
“It looked like it,” he interrupted flatly. “And it’s enough to make the rest of the squad think they can fall out of line whenever they feel like it.” Silence hung in the air as he eyed you, studying your expression. You swallowed hard, and your breathing was faster.
“And whatever you think it is that you have with him… It’s going to cost you in the end. I've seen it many times. He can't keep you safe out there—he's just a distraction.”
Your eyes flashed with anger.
“You don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
“No,” you snapped, not even caring to explain that you had distanced yourself from Jean romantically. “I get it. You fucking hate me, Levi. You think me obnoxious and reckless, and now you're insinuating I'm a careless whore, so you know what? Just—kick me from the squad and get it over with.”
Silence fell between you.
He didn’t even know what to say.
You looked as if you would burst into tears; your watery eyes were swimming with defeat and shame.
His heart dropped at the sight of it.
He could admit he hadn’t been the warmest—hell, he never was with anyone—but he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone so wrong that you thought he felt all of that toward you…
When, in reality, he’d only ever wanted to be closer to you.
All the times he placed you near him on missions. The way he adjusted your gear without asking. He wouldn’t admit it—he had too much pride for that—but he hadn’t done any of it without reason. And he sure as hell didn’t want you walking around with the wrong idea about where you stood with him.
“Exactly." You quipped. "Nothing to say."
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you said, your voice choking; he could tell you were on the verge of tears. “Give you something to brag about—how you finally put me in my place, kicked me back to the cadets, or had me disbarred.”
You scoffed softly, already turning away.
“I’ll save you the trouble. I’m done.” You took a breath, hoping it would stifle the tears. “I’ll transfer. Find another section—or go to the MPs. I’ll talk to Erwin in the morning.”
You swallowed hard, forcing the words out.
“I won’t be a burden to you anymore.”
Your voice cracked anyway. You turned before he could see the pain in your expression, moving for the door.
He let you take one step.
Two...
Then his hand shot out, gripping your arm firmly. Stopping you cold in your tracks.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice lowered. “Stop talking like that.”
You turned sharply, trying to pull free—but he didn't let you. Instead, he pulled you in closely. So close that your forearms rested on his chest, you were gazing up at him with those big, y/e/c eyes. They were swimming with tears, as if you were going to burst at the seams at any moment. Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought to hold back the raw emotion, the sadness, and the desire that were mixing and bubbling up all at once.
He had never wanted you more than right now—right in this moment.
He wanted to fuck you until you cried for completely different reasons.
His grip tightened just enough to hold you there against him; his voice was low and measured, but no longer clean. He was cracking, but he didn't even care anymore. Stubbornness be damned. And the opinions of the other people on his squad. And certainly Jean.
“He’s not the man for you—he can't protect you like..."
The words fell just short. His pride was still trying to stand in the way of his feelings for you.
Fuck, she's killing me...
His jaw tightened up, and he breathed heavily out of his nose, his grip still tight around your wrist. He brought up his other hand now, holding the opposite wrist gently. There was so much tension that he was afraid he would explode. Your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were thrown off, but you weren't pulling away. A sign that you wanted him to keep going.
“Like what?” you breathed, barely above a whisper.
His eyes locked onto yours; something in them had shifted now. They were calm and doleful, as if you were anticipating him. Hanging on his every word like a prayer.
He just had to say it.
To let go.
“He can't protect you like I will.”
The room went still. That was it. That was the line. Now there was no taking it back. Your lips parted— and that was enough of a sign for him. He closed what little distance was left between you, and kissed you.
Y/n
He kissed you.
What in the fuck...
Your mind raced. This couldn't actually be happening. His lips were soft. He smelled like Jasmine tea. Like clean linen. Just like you had imagined he would.
You were curious. How could you possibly help yourself? You moved your mouth against his, in rhythm with him. He brushed his tongue against your lips, begging to deepen the kiss.
Finally.
You were getting to taste him—to taste his tongue as it coiled with yours, exploring you deeper. He tasted so sweet, like honey. You were aching for more. His hands moved from your wrists to your waist, holding you there for a moment before turning you towards the desk. He lifted you up effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, momentarily breaking the kiss while he sat you down on the desktop.
"He can't make you feel the way I will..."
"Yeah?" you sighed, lips crashing back into his as his hands felt up the hem of your shirt, reaching underneath and caressing firmly, making sure to stop over your soft nipples and pinch slightly--teasing you.
You exhaled sharply through your teeth, the intense sensation shot straight to your womanhood, wetness began quickly pooling there. He lifted the shirt over your head entirely, taking in your bare breasts. His tongue traveled down your neck, sending shivers all over your spine and goosebumps rising over your whole body. He smirked at how easily your body reacted to him.
He moved his mouth over one of your nipples while his hand moved to the other—massaging and toying lightly with his slender, expert fingers. At the same time, his lips worked softly, pulling you into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the soft bud, which was already tightening under his touch. Soft whimpers left your lips shamelessly. Levi's pants were stretching tightly around his waist as your moans brought him closer to his full length.
"He can't make you moan like this either..."
He continued the assault with his tongue, sliding his hand lower, tracing down your defined stomach all the way to your center, where you wanted him to caress most of all. His hand slid shamelessly into your loose-fitted pants; you hadn't bothered to completely button them. His fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them gently from out of his way.
He softly fingered your pussy, his digits sliding in and out slowly with ease. You couldn't help it now—you moaned loudly, helpless against his brutal assault as he quickened his pace, using his middle and ring fingers, curling them upwards inside of you, hooking into that most sensitive spot, drawing loud noises from deep inside of your throat.
"He definitely can't make you this wet...can he?” He paused slightly, his voice dropping low, dripping with malice, only for a split second—
“Has he…?”
You didn't answer—partially because you couldn't find a break in the pleasure long enough to breathe—your eyes were screwed shut, and your head thrown back, fighting not to get too turned on too quickly.
Too late…
You also didn’t answer partly because you didn't know what Jean was capable of. You hadn't had the chance to tell Levi that Jean had never done anything more than kiss or grope you.
"Answer me," he demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and circling them inside of you, bringing you back to reality—here with him, his fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy, causing you to shudder.
You moaned helplessly.
"N--no.." you offered. “He never touched me…”
You were shocked at his forwardness, it was amusing to you. “Why, are you jealous?” You teased.
He pulled away from you slightly to look at your face—his eyes were dark.
“Jealous…” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“Do I need to be jealous…?”
His hand slipped away from between your thighs, slowly—only to bring his fingers up to your mouth.
You barely had time to breathe before he pressed them past your lips. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue curled around them instinctively, tasting yourself, your eyes fluttering as you sucked them clean—soft, and needy. His gaze darkened at the sight. He exhaled quietly through his nose, something almost amused flickering beneath the surface of his gaze.
“…when I can do that to you?”
He didn’t give you the chance to answer—his hand coming up to tilt your chin as he took your mouth again, slowly consuming you. Your arousal still lingered on your lips as he swirled his tongue, mixing with his own unique, sweet taste…It was dizzying and intoxicating. He suddenly pulled back, leaving you yearning, and looked at you.
And just…looked at you
Really looked.
His gaze dragged over your body slowly, deliberately, like he was saving the moment in his memory for later use. It made your stomach tighten. You watched him in return, your pulse hammering as he pushed his pants down his hips, never breaking eye contact. The outline beneath the fabric alone made your heart beat faster.
You weren’t inexperienced—but it had been years.
Then he finished stripping. Your eyes widened before you could stop them.
…Fuck.
He was bigger than you expected. A lot bigger.
Your breath shook, chest rising a little too fast as you stared. Of course he noticed, he seemed to notice everything about you.
Levi’s mouth tilted—just slightly into a small smile.
“Tch,” he muttered, acting unimpressed by your reaction on the surface… but his eyes gave him away, they were brimming with satisfaction and pride. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Scared of it?”
His voice dropped, quieter now as he closed the distance between you.
“…Relax.” He paused for a moment, nestling between your thighs as your knuckles gripped the desk, you shifted your weight, knocking a pen that rolled onto the floor as you made room for him between your thighs.
“I won’t break you.” He brushed your lip carefully, ever so gently—as if he wanted to comfort you.
His length brushed along the inside of your thighs as he kissed you one last time. When he pulled back, his gaze dipped, his hand wrapping around himself, giving a few slow strokes before guiding himself into place.
Then his eyes lifted to yours, locked in.
He dragged the tip along your labia—slowly teasing—up and down your slick heat, watching the way your breath caught sharply, the way your body reacted to every movement. He was testing you. He was enjoying how easily he could unravel you. He didn’t look away, not for a second.
“Levi…” you gasped, grabbing his strong arm, and looking in his eyes. “It’s been a long time…”
His eyes didn’t waver.
“I can tell.”
He brushed your bottom lip softly with his thumb.
“Breathe.” He whispered.
You took a sharp breath inward...
Then—slowly—he pushed into you.
You gasped, your hand flying up to grip his shoulder, fingers tightening as your head tipped back. A shudder ran through you at the almost unbearable stretch, your breath shifted hard, and your head lulled back as he filled that space inch by inch.
His lips found your neck, hot and sloppy—unlike the Levi you knew previously who was precise and neat—a low groan rumbled against your skin as he pressed closer—until there was nowhere left to go.
The feeling hit all at once—so intense and raw.
“…fuck,” you whimpered, barely holding onto the word as you screwed your eyes shut.
“That’s excessive…” you laughed breathily, like it personally offended you.
Levi pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand sliding firm around your lower back, dragging you flush against him again—holding you there, making sure you felt every inch of him, every second of it.
“Your body says otherwise… you’re not exactly pushing me away…quite the opposite."
Heat rushed to your face—he was right. Your body betrayed you, your pussy was tightening around him without mercy. That sharp, pulsing ache settled deep as he touched your cervix.
You moaned deeply.
“I guess that means you like it?” he murmured, voice low—too calm for what he was doing to you.
“You have no idea…” you breathed.
He didn’t say anything further, just started moving.
Slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his impossible size. Each motion was calculated, like he was testing how much you could take before you broke. You felt every shift, and every pull, your grip tightened on him as your body reacted without permission.
A soft sound slipped from your lips when he pulled back.
Another when he pressed forward again.
Then he found a rhythm.
Which was relentless.
The desk trembled beneath you with the force of it, his breathing growing heavier. His gaze locked onto yours, sharply, holding you there so you didn’t have the option to look away.
And when his hands shifted—spreading your legs wider, and pulling you closer, you thought you would fall completely back onto the desk.
He was most intentional, as if he had already decided exactly how this would go down. You chuckled as he fucked you senseless. His hand quickly shot up in response, gripping your chin.
“Something amusing here?” He grunted, his voice a deep warning. He wouldn’t be taken lightly.
“Already had this figured out, didn’t you?” you murmured, eyes flicking up to his. “Been planning it? Exactly how and where you were going to fuck me?"
His next movement was swift as he hauled you across the room and dropped you onto the love seat tucked in the corner. You fell back, instinctively drawing your knees together, arms crossing over your chest—but that smirk was still there as you looked up at him. He towered over you, one hand braced on either side, caging you in—his presence was consuming and overwhelming in the best way.
“You’re exactly right,” he said quietly.
His voice was calm.
“And the next thing I had planned…” he continued, leaning in slightly, eyes dark, “is to make you cum right here on this love seat.”
Your breath hitched
"Uncover yourself.” he commanded, low and controlled, planting a small kiss on your bent knee. “Don’t hide from me.”
A pause.
His hands slid to your knees.
“Open your legs..." He said sharply, pushing them apart with steady, unhurried pressure, "And don’t close them again until I’m finished.”
His gaze locked onto yours.
“Understood?”
There was no room to argue, so you simply swallowed hard and nodded.
"Good...Just like that."
He settled between your legs, weight pressing you back into the cushions, his presence heavy. He entered you again and immediately started fucking you wildly. You moaned—long and languid as he hit the right spot with every single thrust.
He slid one hand between you, finding your clit as he drove you into the cushions. Your legs hung helplessly at his hips as his fingers moved in slow circles. You could feel yourself getting close—a sensation no one had pulled from you in years. Something you had only ever given yourself for so long.
And now here you were.
Letting him force it out of you.
“Levi… I—I think I’m about to—” your words came out broken, your voice pitching higher with each violent thrust. You could barely keep up with the feeling building inside you as he kept that same relentless pace.
“I know…” he breathed, voice rougher now, his control slipping away from him. “Do it now… fuck…” he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened slightly, holding you there while he pounded mercilessly into you.
And you did just that, as if he controlled your body— commanding it to do exactly as he willed it to. You quivered around him, nails digging into the small of his back as you rode out waves of pleasure. Each stroke started back up the orgasm all over again. The only thing you wanted him to do was fuck you as hard as he possibly could—
You must have said so out loud because his thrusts became intolerable, he rutted inside of you violently as he cussed and groaned under his breath.
Then the heat faded, leaving you with a raw, satisfied feeling. You zoned out as your high faded—you floated away in your mind, eyes clamped shut tightly.
He said something you didn’t catch, until he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto your belly—jolting you back to reality again. He dragged your hips up towards his pelvis, bringing you to your knees, and pushing your head downward into the cushion.
“Do what I say when I say it…” he warned. “We’re not finished just because you are.” He bit, gathering your hair into one hand before driving back inside of you.
You yelped.
Your aching core was so sensitive you didn’t know how much more you could possibly stand to take. You babbled and whimpered as he used you—taking every single wave. His name left your lips over and over, as if it were the only thing left that you could possibly remember how to say.
“That’s right…not Jean, not anyone else. Just me…Now keep saying it…”
His hips began to stutter, his breathing was turning uneven. He was losing that perfect control he always carried.
He was so close.
“Levi… It’s all yours…” your voice broke, tears threatening to spill as everything overwhelmed you at once. He gripped your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you up—firm but not rough this time—guiding you onto your palms, and pressing you firmly into that position. Your body trembled, and your back arched deeply, completely spent. Any rational thought left was slipping through your fingers. Emotion was taking over. And maybe that was why it came out so easily.
“I’ve thought about you every day… for months…” you panted.
You felt him shift closer, his breath hot against your ear.
“That right…?” he murmured—low and dangerous, but quieter than before.
“Yes!” you cried, tears spilling freely now. “I’ve always felt this way about you… There’s no one else for me… It’s only you.”
Your words broke apart as you spoke them, emotion finally spilling over as your body followed right behind, once again letting go around him. The tears fell freely, soaking into the couch beneath you as he drove into you unforgiving, like he was trying to force something out of himself just as much as he was forcing it out of you.
“…Don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” he muttered, voice rougher than before, control slipping. “… I’m not letting you take it back.”
“I never want to take it back…I only want you…fuck—please!”
Your voice—spent and needy— sent him over the edge. You could feel him pulsing inside of you as he filled you completely with cum in hot bursts. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you to him as he came inside, planting soft kisses on your shoulders and panting softly into your neck.
He slowly eased out, watching his seed drop from your swollen pussy—something that belonged only to him now. Your legs were shaking, and your hair was falling along your back and shoulders.
You slumped onto your side, body still trembling, as he pulled away and stood. He moved quickly, scanning the room before grabbing something to clean you with.
“Uhh… this’ll have to do for now.” He handed you a small towelette. “Clean up. Then get dressed.”
You frowned immediately, your brows knitting together.
“Oh… alright then…” you trailed off, your heart sinking as you instinctively covered yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you were.
Maybe that was all this had been.
A plan,
Then a moment.
And now, he would be done with you.
“Tch… don’t look so upset.” His voice cut directly through your thoughts. “You don’t plan on walking to my bedroom like that, do you?”
You blinked, the tension in your chest eased up just slightly.
“Oh… okay…” You let out a small breath, something like a quiet, relieved laugh slipping out. He clicked his tongue softly, like your reaction annoyed him more than anything else. "For a second I thought—"
"I’m not that kind of man,” he said flatly, cutting you off before you could finish. “Don’t start making assumptions.”
His gaze flicked over you briefly, taking in your naked body, as if he was satisfied with his hard work.
“I’m not going anywhere…so get used to it." He said, pulling on his clothes. "You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
You caught traces of a faint smile on his lips as he finished dressing, and though you knew he’d never admit it, you could tell he was smugly happy that he got his way.
Your heart fluttered joyfully again as you dressed and took Levi’s hand—leaving the office and following him to his room, where you were hopefully in for a much gentler round two.
The dim lantern light in the Captain’s quarters cast long shadows across the stone walls. Levi Ackerman stood with his back to the door he’d just locked, arms crossed over his chest, the crisp white cravat still perfectly knotted despite the late hour. His expression was unreadable—cold steel eyes fixed on you where you knelt in the center of the room, uniform jacket discarded, shirt untucked, trousers still on but belt already loosened by your own shaking hands.
You’d fucked up. Badly.
A sloppy formation during training. Hesitation on the maneuver gear that nearly cost another recruit their life. Levi had watched it happen from the observation platform, silent, jaw tight. He hadn’t said a word until the session ended. Then he’d simply jerked his head toward the barracks.
“Captain’s quarters. Now.”
That was twenty minutes ago.
Now he stepped forward, boots clicking deliberately on the floorboards. He stopped just in front of you—close enough that you could smell the faint scent of black tea and clean linen that always clung to him.
“Hands behind your back,” he said. Voice low. Flat. No room for argument.
You obeyed instantly, wrists crossing at the small of your back. Your heart hammered against your ribs.
He circled you once, slow, assessing. Like he was inspecting gear for defects. “You think discipline is optional,” he stated. Not a question. “You think a second’s hesitation out there is acceptable. It isn’t.”
He crouched in front of you—eye level now—close enough that you could see the faint scar running along his left eyebrow.
“Strip. Everything but the cravat. Leave it on.”
Your fingers fumbled with buttons, fabric sliding off shoulders, trousers pooling at your knees before you kicked them aside. Naked except for the black silk cravat he’d once tied around your throat as a joke that stopped being a joke months ago. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps across your skin.
Levi stood again. Reached into the top drawer of his desk without looking away from you. Pulled out a narrow leather strap—black, supple, well-oiled. Not his belt. Something purpose-made. Something he’d kept here for exactly this.
“Over the desk. Chest down. Ass up. Legs apart.”
You moved fast, bending over the scarred wooden surface, forearms flat, ass presented. The edge of the desk bit into your hips. You spread your feet shoulder-width.
He stepped behind you. You heard the soft creak of leather as he doubled the strap in his hand. “Count each one. Clearly. Miss one, we start over.”
The first strike landed without warning—clean, controlled, across the center of both cheeks. Sharp. Precise. The sting was immediate, white-hot, radiating outward.
“One,” you gasped.
He didn’t acknowledge it. Just waited.
“Two—”
The second came lower, catching the crease where thigh met ass. Deeper burn.
“Three—”
Diagonal now, crossing the first in a neat X.
By five your voice was shaking. By eight you were gripping the far edge of the desk so hard your knuckles bleached white. The pain had layered into a steady, throbbing heat that pulsed between your legs, betraying you.
He paused after ten.
You heard him set the strap down. Then his gloved hand—still wearing the damn things—settled on the small of your back. Not gentle. Possessive.
“You’re wet,” he observed. Matter-of-fact. Like noting the weather.
His fingers trailed lower, brushing the slickness coating your inner thighs. He didn’t push inside. Just teased the edges, letting you feel how exposed you were.
“You like being corrected,” he said quietly. “That’s why you keep fucking up. Testing me.”
You whimpered. Couldn’t deny it.
He leaned over you—chest pressing to your back, mouth at your ear.
“Last ten,” he murmured. “And if you come before I say, you’ll spend the night tied to this desk with my cravat around your wrists and no relief. Understood?”
“Yes, Captain.”
The strap cracked again—harder now. Faster rhythm. Each strike measured, never breaking skin, but building the fire until your legs trembled and tears pricked your eyes.
“Twenty,” you choked out at the end.
He dropped the strap. Both hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the fresh welts. You hissed.
Then—finally—his fingers slid between your folds. Two at once, curling deep, stroking that spot inside that made your vision blur.
“Quiet,” he ordered, even as he worked you ruthlessly. “Not a sound.”
You bit your lip until you tasted copper.
He brought you to the edge three times—pulled back each time—until you were shaking, pleading in broken whispers.
When he finally let you tip over, it was brutal. You came with a silent, full-body shudder, clenching around his fingers so hard he grunted low in his throat.
He didn’t pull out immediately. Kept stroking through the aftershocks until you were oversensitive and twitching. Only then did he withdraw, wiping his fingers on your thigh like it was nothing.
He straightened your posture with a hand on your shoulder, turned you to face him.
Eyes locked on yours—dark, unreadable.
“Clean yourself up. Report to morning training at 5am straight. And if I see so much as a single hesitation tomorrow…”
He let the threat hang.
Then he reached up, adjusted the cravat around your throat with careful fingers—tightening it just enough to remind you who it belonged to.
“Dismissed.”
You left his quarters on unsteady legs, ass burning, thighs slick, the taste of him still on your skin.
And you already knew you’d fuck up again.
Because next time, maybe he’d use something besides the strap and his fingers.
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₊˚ʚ ☕ ɞ˚₊ Barista’s Note ₊˚ʚ ☕ ɞ˚₊
This time I tried writing with 'you' instead of 'her' and I don't know how you guys prefer it... I honestly don't mind either.
hiiii! i just wanted to say first of all that i love your writing ur so talented!!
i wanted to request hange who’s a huuuge tease during sex, like she stops just as you’re about to cum to “study your reaction” while she has a huge shit eating grin on her face.
thanks a lot!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
"For science?" - Hange Zoe
Summary : Hange is absolutely wrecking you, and claims that it's all just for science!
Content : Finger fucking, female Hange, denied orgasm, teasing
It started out pure. You were sitting in Hange's office, half-asleep while she examined a piece of titan hardening. It was late, probably near 2 in the morning.
"Dear, do you think you could help me?" Hange's voice rang out, jolting you awake. You stood up, stretched, and walked over to her desk.
"Sure. What do you need?" Hange smiled to herself when she felt your comforting presence next to her. She stood up straight, turning to face you.
"This has nothing to do with the titan hardening. It's simply just something I've been thinking about testing recently." You could see how Hange's eyes lit up the more she talked; it was absolutely adorable. "You see, I think it would be quite beneficial to me if I studied your reactions when we have sex."
Your eyes widened. Hange was always upfront about anything and everything, even the sex life between you two. She had never outwardly spoken about something like this, though.
"It's your decision, of course. I just want to see how you react to certain things, so I know what to and what not to do. You saying that you like something just isn't enough backup. So please, for science?"
Hange waited eagerly for your response. "Of course I'll help you, babe." You answered after a moment; after all, how could you say no? Sweet sex with Hange and she gets to record her finding? It was a win for you both, going both ways.
"Alright! It's a bit late, so why don't you rest up, and we can get to work at midnight tomorrow? Levi hardly ever sleeps but he won't be near this room around then!" Hange was ecstatic. You two had sex in your recreational time, of course, but something about this being "for science" really lit a fire under her.
"That's fine, Hange." You gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." You let Hange give you a miss in return before leaving her office.
"Goodnight! I love you too!" She called behind you, sliding down into her chair when the door shut. Her mind was reeling with all the things she could try on you; she put pen to paper right away, writing out a list.
Midnight couldn't come fast enough for you or Hange. Knowing looks were passed between the two of you throughout the day, and you were all up in your head thinking about what Hange had planned.
At last, you found yourself stepping into her office just slightly past midnight. Hange was sitting down, hands clasped together on the desk in front of her. She perked up when she heard the poor open and shut, eyes starting to gleam when she saw your person walking towards her.
"I've been waiting for what feels like forever!" Hange said excitedly, jumping up and rushing over to you. You let her guide your over to her desk, jumping up to sit on top of it. "I decided that, for tonight, there is only one thing I would like to focus on."
Hange leaned closer to you, hands landing on her desk on either side of your thighs. You blushed, meeting her gaze. "What would that be?" You questioned.
Hange smirked, leaning up closer towards your face. "I'm going to keep that a secret; you'll just have to figure it out as we go." Her hands made their way up your torso, tracing over the buttons of your shirt. "May I?"
You nodded, giving Hange free reign over your body. Her hands were quick to undo each button, eyes immediately falling on your breasts, which were held by your bra. She slid your shirt off and tossed it aside, now reaching behind your back to take your bra off.
Hange undid the clasp, tossing the bra aside as well. She rubbed her thumbs across your hardening nipples, brain stimulated by your breathy whimpers. She pressed down on your nipples next, noticing your whimpers getting louder. She paused, turning to write down her observations.
"Soft noises from rubbing...louder ones produced from pressing." You tilted your head to the side, wishing so desperately that her slender fingers gripping the pen were inside your cunt instead.
"Hange." You hissed, reaching over to nudge her shoulder. She dropped her pen back down onto the paper, standing back up straight.
"Don't worry, my dear. We're almost at the good part." She said, voice a little too calm for the teasing she was about to make you induce.
Hange left your breasts alone for the moment, now helping you shimmy out of your boots and pants. Once those garments were forgotten on the floor, Hange planted her hands firmly on your thighs, spreading them open. She pulled your body forwards to tilt you slightly upwards, giving you a second to place your hands behind you on the desk to hold your postion.
Hange spread your legs a bit wider, leaning down to bring her face close to your cunt, which was thinly covered by your panties. Your arousal was evident on the light gray material, which made Hange internally happy.
"Look at that." She whispered, pressing her thumb to your folds. You gasped, finding yourself whimpering even more as Hange moved her thumb back and forth, the wet patch on your underwear growing with every movement.
Hange would have felt too bad if she left you hanging now to write more observations, so she catalogued your reactions and arousal in her memory.
She slid you out of your underwear next, stepping back to admire your naked frame sitting upon her desk. Hange reclosed the gap between you two, standing directly in your line of sight so all you would be able to focus on was her.
Hange pressed two fingers to your clit, moving them in gentle circles over the sensitive bud. You rolled your hips forwards, right hand reaching to grab Hange's arm.
A small smile crossed her lips, and she then moved her fingers to your hole, only pressing the tip of her pointer into your aching cunt. Groaning, you looked at Hange with pleading eyes; she was nothing short of a tease when getting intimate, and you knew this, so you couldn't really complain about the situation you were currently in.
"Patience, darling." She mewled, voice low. Hange slid the tip of her middle finger into you next, noticing how such a small stretch was already turning you into a mess.
She sunk her fingers deeper into the slickness of your walls, letting you take moment to adjust before starting to slide them in and out in languid motions. Your pussy clenched around her digits, juices coating her fingers as she went deeper into you with each pump.
"Ah, Hange...faster please." You moaned, head dropping down against her left shoulder. Hange abided to your request, speeding up the pace of her fingers just enough to satisfy.
Hange's curious fingers curled inside your cunt, hitting right up against your sweet spot each time she pumped them in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds of your cunt being abused by her filled the room, alongside your loud moans and whimpers.
You clamped around Hange's fingers, a sure sign that you were close. Quietly, you murmured a small "I'm going to cum" into her shoulder. Right before you came undone on her fingers, Hange pulled them from inside you.
You jolted back, eyes blown wide. Your hole clenched around air, empty from where it was previously filled. Hange brought her fingers to her lips, tasting some of your arousal before wiping her hand on a nearby rag.
"Let's see...sweet taste...shock when denied of an orgasm." You scowled, watching as he jotted down some other small observations.
"So that's what you're experimenting with? Seriously, Hange?" You caught her attention, and Hange stood back upright, returning to her position between your legs.
She chuckled. “You volunteered to do this, darling. Now just sit back and let me take care of you.” Hange brought her fingers back to your puffy clit, pressing and circling.
Whining, you let Hange have her way with you, fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt without mercy. She always made sure to stop right before you came, the sight of you begging her to make you cum incredibly mind-racing.
You writhed on the table, hips rolling forwards as you tried to grind into Hange’s hand.
“Hange, I’m close! Pl-please- let me- ngh, this time!”
Your pleas fell upon deaf ears. Hange continued to torture your abused pussy, studying closely each time your cunt would clench around nothing.
Her notepad was full of neat writing, you weren’t sure anymore if they were actual observations or if Hange was just bullshitting you. Either way, you continued to give in to her merciless finger fucking.
“You’re so reactive.” She would coo into your ear, watching your thighs tremble with a shit-eating smirk. Small tears rolled down your face, head lolled to the side. You were close to calling it quits.
Leaning in, you tried to find Hange’s lips, desperate for some other touch. She responded with a shell of a kiss, lips barely grazing yours before she pulled back.
“I’m…Hange…” your voice was weak, clit throbbing in sync with the rythme of Hange’s fingers. Convinced begging would get you nowhere, you didn’t finish your sentence.
Hange didn’t pull her fingers from your pussy, but instead paused them, meeting your burnt out, hungry eyes once again.
“You’ve earned your orgasm, dear.”
You sat up straight in a flash, back arching as Hange plunged her fingers back in, her pace faster and harder than it had been this whole night. You were already on the brink of climax.
Hange leaned her face in close, letting you capture her lips and slide your tongue into her mouth. You wouldn’t break the kiss even for air, not until you came.
Your hips jutted forwards into Hange’s fingers once, then twice…
It was like a coil unraveled in your stomach, your orgasm hitting you hard. You cried out into Hange’s mouth, hips grinding downwards while Hange fucked you through your release.
She broke free from your lips once your body had started to settle. Hange stepped back slightly, spreading your pussy lips with two fingers to analyze the mess you had made.
With a satisfied hum, she turned to write some final observations on her notepad. You looked down between your thighs, sticky cum coating your skin and seeping into the wood of Hange’s desk.
“Delicious, as usual.” Hange said softly. Looking up, you noticed the small traces of your cum that remained on her lips. You blushed, reaching out to wipe it off with your thumb.
“Did this further your ‘scientific research’?” You questioned sarcastically. Hange grinned, relieved you still had your usual spark.
“It stopped being for science about halfway through, darling.” She responded, to which you sighed dramatically. Hange placed a hand on your thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”
You nodded, hopping off the desk, your wobbly legs throwing you off balance. Hange covered you, and proceeded to quietly guide you to the bathhouse.
“I think I should help you with your sex science more often.” You whispered, walking tight against Hange. She gasped excitedly, lowering her tone after remembering that others who are still awake might hear. Hange replied with a heartfelt smile:
Levi groaned as the first rays of morning spilled over the horizon and speared straight through the uncovered window—one he must’ve forgotten to blind the night before. His eyes stayed shut, but the light still burned, insistent, pressing through his eyelids. With a low grunt, he rolled onto his side, clinging to the fragile edge of sleep.
Then something warm shifted against the bare skin of his waist. The thought of rest evaporated instantly.
Levi stiffened, fully awake now. His steel blue eyes snapped open, and his bed was suddenly—and alarmingly—not empty. A spill of hair lay against his chest, unfamiliar and unmistakably real. Slowly, carefully, he brushed it aside.
The face that emerged stole the breath straight from his lungs.
Recognition hit hard as he stared down at the peaceful figure curled against him, her features slack with sleep, impossibly close. “Shit,” he muttered.
Him. The Humanity’s strongest. The Captain of Survey Corps. Levi Ackerman. He bedded his own solider.
His mind flashed back to the previous night, bits and pieces coming back in flashes and images. The drinks. The laughter. The way she had clung to him, her hands wandering over his body hungrily. Levi’s jaw clenched as he realized what he had done. He’d brought a soldier into his bed. Worse, it was one of his newest recruits, one who had just recently completed training and joined the Survey Corps.
He silently berated himself for letting his guard down like that, for letting lust overcome his better judgment. He was supposed to be a captain, a professional. And now he had crossed the line with a subordinate. It didn’t matter if she was of legal age and consenting. He was still her superior officer, and there were certain boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.
But as he looked down at her, her face still smooth and carefree in sleep, he couldn’t deny the way his own body responded to the sight of her nestled against him.
Levi exhaled slowly through gritted teeth, torn between his desire to push her away and his undeniable attraction. She looked so innocent and vulnerable lying there, her hair tousled and her eyes closed in peaceful slumber. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that she was his direct subordinate, someone he had the responsibility to protect and lead, not to… to take advantage of. He gently moved a stray strand of hair out of her face, his touch almost tender.
He tensed as he heard the change in her breathing, knowing that it likely meant she was beginning to wake up. He quickly schooled his features, trying to put on his usual cold and distant demeanor. As much as he wanted to reach out and touch her, to run his fingers through that silky, soft hair, he didn't. He couldn't.
He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open, her gaze foggy and disoriented from sleep. He could see the moment her realization of their situation sink in.
Levi shifted, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched her sit up, the blankets slipping down to pool around her waist. He took in the sight of her, trying and failing to ignore the way the morning light cast a soft, warm glow over her features, or the way her hair was tousled from… from their activities the previous night.
He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Morning." His voice was gruff and low, betraying nothing of the turmoil stirring within him.
Levi's eyes flicked down to the blanket as she hid herself beneath it, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he almost sighed at her obvious display of bashfulness, but he restrained himself from commenting. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, his chest bare and exposed. “You don't need to hide," He said bluntly. “I've seen it all already."
He watched as her big eyes widen even furthermore. She appeared even younger than she already was at the moment. Her fingers held that little bit of sheet against her naked breasts, leaving only little to imagination.
"Last night," He started bluntly. The words hung in the air between them, a stark reminder of what had happened the night before. He shifted, the sheet draped low on his hips, revealing a good portion of his bare chest and the sharp lines of his muscles. He looked almost relaxed, his blue gaze steady as he watched her reaction. “Do you remember last night?”
He leaned his head back against the headboard, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he looked at her head shaking. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the reality of the situation sank in. The fact that he, her superior officer, had allowed himself to cross a line he had sworn to never cross. And she, a young new recruit, had allowed herself to be swept up in the passion of the moment.
Levi watched her from his position, awaiting her response. Would she be angry? Embarrassed? Regretful? He couldn't tell.
“I uh… did we… do it, Captain?” The young girl asked almost in a whisper. An awkward cough followed her innocent question.
Levi's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of something — something that might have been amusement or satisfaction — flashed in his eyes.
"Yeah, we did." He responded bluntly. He didn't bother to sugar coat it, didn't bother to soften the blow. He never sugar-coated anything. He simply stated the truth, and left it up to her to process it however she wanted to.
He watched as a rosy blush spread across her cheeks, her eyes wide and vulnerable. He could almost see the thoughts racing through her mind, the way her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket, holding it tighter against her body. She looked so innocent and vulnerable in that moment, so out of her element, and it made something stir within him.
He pushed the feeling down, forcing himself to maintain his usual stoic expression. He was her captain, not her boyfriend or her lover. He was supposed to be her leader, not her bed partner.
A silence settled between them as he allowed her a moment to processed what he'd said. He could tell she was uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Maybe even ashamed. And for some reason, that only made the stirring feeling within him intensify. He felt almost... protective over her. Which was ironic, considering the things they'd done the night before.
He shifted again, the bedsheets rustling slightly as he did so. He spoke again, his voice low and gravelly, “Got any regrets?"
The girl just dismissed his question bluntly. Levi raised an eyebrow at her response, a small frown tugging at the corners of his lips. He could tell that she was holding something back, that she was being intentionally vague and noncommittal.
"That's not an answer." He tched right after that. He moved closer, the mattress squeaking softly beneath his weight. He was now just a few inches away from her, the heat of his body radiating against hers.
He reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes roamed over her face, studying her expression. He could see the mixture of emotions in her eyes. Uncertainty. Embarrassment. Desire. He leaned closer, his voice a low whisper, "I asked you a question, brat. You gonna answer me properly, or do I have to force it out of you?"
She let out a slight gasp at the suddeness of his touch. His hand was warm, rough and used up from the battle field.
Levi sighed at her reaction, his grip on her chin tightening just a fraction. He could see the small twitch of her body beneath the blanket, the way her breathing quickened just a bit. He found himself enjoying the way he could ruffle her feathers so easily. "You're such a mess,” He said, his other hand coming up to move a strand of hair out of her face. His touch was gentle, yet firm. “Can't even bring yourself to give me a simple answer, can you?"
He could see the way her eyes darkened, how they fluttered shut briefly as he touched her hair. He had the sudden urge to pull the blanket away from her, to see the way her body would react to his touch, but he held himself back. Barely.
"I'll ask you again. And I expect a proper answer this time," He leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Do you regret last night?"
“Yes, Captain.”
His eyes darkened at her response, the low rumble of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He could smell the faint scent of her, a subtle mix of sweetness and innocence. "Smart girl," He murmured, his tone almost approving. He released her chin, his hand dropping back to his side. He shifted again, moving to sit back against the headboard. “Now get up.”
She started moving her body up until she remembered her nakedness. Her eyes searched the room, looking for her discharged clothing from last night. Knowing Levi, he probably folded it up somewhere already.
He knew exactly where her clothes were. He had, in fact, folded them neatly and placed them on the chair in the corner of the room. He pointed at them with a jerk of his chin.
"They're over there." He said, nodding his head towards the chair. He watched as she hesitated for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to drop the blanket and walk over to get dressed. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the internal struggle she was facing. He let out a low grunt, “Go on, brat. I've already seen it all. No need to be shy now."
Her face reddening even more at his words, she slowly shifted, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She held the blanket firmly to her chest, not quite brave enough to let it drop just yet. She looked at the chair across the room, her eyes flickering back and forth between the folded clothes and his face. She couldn't help but notice the expression that was playing on his lips, the gleam in his eyes that told her to hurry up.
Watching her hesitate, he almost found himself amused by her bashfulness. He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his bare chest, "You're being awfully shy today." He observed, his eyes roaming over her form beneath the blanket. “You weren't this shy last night, if I recall correctly."
"I was drunk last night." The girl said in a low tone, once again shyly. Her scarred body reached over to pick up her folded clothes from the chair where Captain left them last night before they passed out.
Levi studied the girl he bedded silently. The thought of him, Humanity's strongest solider, bedding his recruit seemed uneasy to him. The last time such thing happened to him, he was a teenager back in the Underground.
She was known for being very silent and mostly shy. She would blush every now and then, especially when she did something incorrect and him or some other upper officer had to correct her.
That got the man thinking, he didn't even think to ask her last night if she had ever done such things before. She wasn't that young, legal at least. Usually nineteen year olds in the military had already lost their virginities. Usually.
The Captain watched as the girl limped at her walk to the chair. A small huff left his lips, "Limping like a teenager. I didn't even go that hard on you, brat." A scoff goes out right after that.
The girl answered his mocking attitude with silence as most of the time. With a shirt already up her body, she put on the rest of her clothing.
After a bit of thinking, he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, "Come here." The man eyed as the girl slowly and hesitantly walked back over to him, standing too far for his liking. He pulled her closer, her figure now standing in between his spread naked thighs.
He once again studied her. Studied her distant glance, tense shoulders, marks over her body that her shirt did not do a good job at hiding and most importantly, the tremble in her form.
After another tsk, he opened his mouth to speak, "Last night. Any specific reason you regret it?" A silent Is it my performance or the drunken state that makes the regret went through Levi's mind.
The girl finally looked him in the eye. Her mouth opened then closed. Opened again, but this time with words, "I... was a virgin, Captain." As soon as the word virgin left her shaky mouth, the Captain froze.
She was a virgin? How the hell did he not see it? Sure, he'd known she was innocent, but did not expect her to be that innocent. The girl standing in front of him, the girl he was so rough on last night, was innocent. And drunk with that.
Levi stayed silent for several moments. His mind went back to last night, thinking about her hesitant touched, gasps that weren't supposed to happen, tremble he thought was pleasure when in reality, was from pain.
"Why the hell did you not say something, cadet?" His voice was silent. The man's steel blue eyes glaring daggers into her still trembling body.
The girl obviously stayed silent once again. With a long sigh, Levi pulled her close. His arms wrapped around her waist as he laid back on the bed, back resting on the headboard. Her body was pressed against his broad chest. He was going to make this right. He might act cold and distant time to time, but he was not a monster.
For a while both figures stayed silent. After few moments, Levi pushed her aside, gently, as he went to retrieve something for pain. Later, he came back with salve and pills.
Levi got in between her legs, looking at her with a nod towards her legs; permission to take off her trousers. She hesitantly nodded and lifted her hips. The man took them off once again together with her panties. His brows furrowed when he saw slight redness around her private part, together with dried virgin blood.
How had he not see it? With yet another sigh, he took the wet cloth he brought together with pills and salve and cleaned the blood first. He was too ashamed to even look her in the eye at this moment. After finally applying the salve, he managed to look up.
"Does it hurt bad?" Levi asked as he pushed a glass of water and a pill toward her shaky hand. He watched her reactions, they were more open now.
The girl slowly nod as she drank the water after swallowing the pill. Shit. He had hurt her. His recruit. Levi laid down next to her, still not speaking any further.
She spoke first this time. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, sir." The girl managed to get out, "I was drunk and my mind did not work. I want you to know that this is not your fault at all. It's completely on me."
"Bullshit." Levi scoffed. "I should have seen it coming. I mean, come on, you're more innocent than any other recruit I've had. This one's on me, kid, and I'm sorry. I should have been smarter."
"Don't blame yourself, Captain! I threw myself on you. But now what's done is done." This time the girl sighed herself.
Another wave of silence filled the room. None of them talked, not even moved. He wasn't proud of his actions. A third-five year old has no business sleeping with a nineteen year old, his recruit to add up.
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After that day, Levi put the girl on cleaning duty until she felt better. Well, cleaning mostly his office. He wanted somewhere where he can keep an eye on her.
He also found himself thinking more of her in his private time. The once cold Captain with no favourites, became more and more protective of one innocent recruit.
Few weeks later when she way back to training, the man closed one eye when she did something wrong, that he would eat her up for before. He would stop barking orders at her, ordered her with calmer tone. Also did not punish her with extra laps whenever the brats she hung out with were being annoying.
The man noticed her presence more. Caught himself staring at her at the Mess hall, nodding her way in the hallway, glared at any teenager boy from other or his squad when a pervy comment came towards her.
Erwin and Hange noticed as well, of course they did. How could they not notice their once distant comrade become even more distant overtime. They often noticed his special treatment towards that once specific girl.
One specific night, at dinner time, when all the Scouts were gathered together at their usual tables, Levi found himself looking over at the table of Eren Jeager. His usual friends, and also parts of his own squad ate there. Of course, the girl was there as well. She was a part of their little clique. He just recently took her under his wing as well. Befriended brats soon enough.
Levi watched as she openly talked with Jean about something that seemed to excite the both. He had never really seen be that open and talkative, as she was usually silent. The two laughed with the rest of his brats.
Hange, ever the observant one noticed her friend staring holes at yet the same girl. She was thinking of taking her under her wing. After Levi heard of it, he snatched her before she could even open her mouth to Commander Erwin. Interesting.
With a big smirk on her lips, she bumped his shoulder, "You'll burn holes in her if you keep on staring at her like that." That got the man's attention. He tched and took a sip of his tea. "Awh, Captain Grumpy likes someone!"
"I don't like anyone, Four-Eyes. Even if I did, it wouldn't be a brat." Lies. Lies and lies. More lies. Hange knew, he knew. Erwin who was listening as well knew.
At another table, where Levi's brats sat, another conversation was taking place. All to when Eren did not change it suddenly. "Damn, Captain Levi is staring at YN again. It's his fifth time this night."
The table took a small glance at the table away from them. Connie and Sasha smirked to themselves as if they had a private joke only they knew of. Mikasa slowly glared daggers back at the Captain while Arming just chuckled awkwardly. Jean and the girl both stopped their conversation and distantly blinked the Captain's way.
She had noticed the stares, how could she not. The only thing that was different from observations of her friends, was that she knew the reason. It had to be connected to that night. She told no one of it. They said they wouldn't.
The eyes of two suddenly met, and they both knew that their story did not end that quiet night. That was just the beginning of some story. The genre? They'll find on the way.
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Do you guys like this new theme I'm trying... also, I'm wondering if people read Tumblr on computers, phones, tablets etc.?
This was not supposed to be written in more parts, but it went a bit flop right in the beginning as I was writing it because I originally started this in like February... lost motivation and remembered it tonight so I finished it.
Do you guys want a part two, if so what would you like to happen with Levi and YN.
Also, does anyone mind me using 'The girl' when talking about YN? Because of those CEO and YN TikTok shit I feel cringed when writing YN lol.
