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laphixsoka · 1 year

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Birthday boy.

Eren x fem reader

(Girl I was rushing to publish this so some parts aren’t proof read.)

CW: Smut, weed , drinking

Being “easy.” Wasn’t something you’d been known for. You’d never really entertained to many guys except for Riner, but after he did you foul you’d been harder to get with. Hell to even invite to anything cause you’d just decline.

So it came to everyone’s surprise when you’d accepted his invite. He didn’t even really treat it like a big deal either he kept the new nonchalant demeanor he’d recently gained.

“You don’t even need to give me a birthday present, just show up ” He joked as he chewed his gum.

“Imma have to do a rain check.” You joked. Then said your goodbyes heading across the campus for your next class.

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You were in line at the rented out club. It was cold as shit and you regretted your outfit choices. Should of came in some sweats to damn cold for this skimpy dress! You stood holding your arms together till you felt a familiar pair of hands.

It was Jean and behind him was Marco, Marco had a whole ass stress ball squeezing it. You could tell Jean dressed him with the creams and browns.

“Look who’s paying for the consequences of being fast.” Jean said slapping his coat on you, you were about to die from the whole cologne store he had on the bitch.

“You can have the shit back.” You started to see why Marco was about to break the damn stress ball. He needed about 60 dealing with Jean alone. Jean took his coat and settled on line with you. Some people in the back started to complain.

“Where the fuck is Sasha and Connie?” Jean was scrolling through his messages.

“They said they were pregaming and eating a wing stop.” You said putting your hand out for Marco’s stress ball. He gave up on half and you two squished it together.

Jean closed his phone and put it in his pockets and all three of you started to chat.

“Eren is not this goddamn popular.” Jean messing with Marco’s earing.

“You saw how Mikasa was handing out them flyers and Zeke know half of the colleges in the state.” Marco said squeezing some more.

“That’s right the Yeager’s are overachievers.” You said said nodding you head at Marco.

“The fuck Eren overachieving at selling weed with Floch?!” You and Marco laughed as you let go of the ball and rubbed your hands on your short silk dress. To keep them warm.

“Hey y’all!!” Sasha shouted and she dragged Connie to the front of the line were you all were. She then stopped and looked at you. She knew what you were doing. “You trying to get a peice of that birthday boy!” Sasha said and the rest besides Marco started to tease.

“She ain’t gonna get nothing with guard dog ass Mikasa.” Connie said before blowing in his hands. You just rolled your eyes while they all laughed you know Jean didn’t though.

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Once you all got to the front they bouncer looked at the list for the names.

“Okay you guys can-.” Before he could finish all y’all was in the door immediately feeling the heat. The music was bumping through your chest, and the lights thrashed all over the main room. “Jean you trying to dance.” You asked. “Where’s Marco-.” You two looked and saw him finding a rotation to join.

“You done stressed his ass out that bad.” You said as y’all headed to the bar to get drinks. Jean decided to ignore the comment and order for the both of you.

“Got us drinking heavy ass brown we just got here!” You put up a fuss but still down the cup faster than Jean. You ain’t really party but you said you don’t be drinking?

“Let’s get our ass on that floor the suit light up!” Jean shouted and you were right behind him.

You you twerked all over Jean and he caught every your threw. It was just code as friends he loosely held your waist and you whined on him. You could hear him hyping you up and you’d laugh out from the fun of it.

But you could see Eren from a little gap in the crowd. Girls had been throwing themselves on him and the party just got started. You’d like a good chase why not entertain yourself a bit.

“Jean let’s go to the front Mikasa up there.” You didn’t want to wait for his answer so you pulled him along. The bass could be felt through all your bones, you let the brown and lust kick in for a few minutes. You knew Jean’s answer as soon as you two started dancing. Y’all wanted and y’all are going to get.

The playfulness between you two, you’d miss his hype ups cause you’d be staring into Eren’s soul. He’d looked back he grabbed some girl and had her dancing with him so he could one up. You could tell he was bored she’d have the same two little wags. The same thing would go on for thirty minutes, and you and Jean left the floor for some water and more alcohol even a little weed.

After a while Jean ran after Mikasa he’d saw her head up the stairs, which left you alone at the bar. You drank and looked at your phone. Till you saw Eren pull a chair up next to you. “Thought you was only gonna dance with me.” He said leaned into your ear. You rolled your eyes at him and put your hand on his lap as you went next to his ear to talk to him.

“You’d have to work for that I don’t dance with anybody, you might not even be able to keep up.” You said letting your hand linger a bit on his lap before pulling away.

“Don’t worry about me keeping up just throw I’ll catch.” He said his voice was sending tingles through your body. You started to wonder what was so special about him that you wanted him. Staring at him as he ordered a drink the soft light highlighting his features, and the way his Adam’s apple would Bob as he spoke. You started to even count the wispy hairs on his head. You watch as his ring infested hand took the glass from the bar tender. You even caught a glance of some tattoos from his rolled up sleeves riding up. You bent forward to talk and he put his hand at the hem of your dress to keep it from riding up.

“What made you invite me to the party?” You asked he let go of your dress and went to speak.

“I just seen you in the hallway a few times and those small conversations we had made me want to invite you…Maybe talk to you bit more.”

You were about to lean in but one of his friends came up. “Birthday boy we need to start that birthday blunt.” Floch said eren got up and pulled your arm. You got down with the help of him and you three headed up to the lounge. You saw Marco up there in the rotation messing with a dude. You weren’t about to say shit cause you were about to do the same.

You came down to the fact they you haven’t had none and ms. Toy from target wasn’t cutting it. You can’t get to emotionally attached anyways.

They sat down and everywhere was filled up. “C’mere you can sit with me.” He patted his land on his lap three times and went to rolling. You went over and sat on his lap. You watched his tongue as he licked the wrapper sealing it off. He handed it to Floch to light it up and rested his hand on your waist. His fingers rubbed the silk on your dress together as everyone sung him happy birthday, till Floch passed him the first hit.

He eyed you almost like he was beckoning you and you went closer once he passed the blunt over, and he shotgunned the smoke into your mouth. You didn’t let it last long just to tease him and he knew it cause he gripped your thigh while giving you the “I’m finna get you.” Look, and you could feel his hand getting higher and higher. He’d rub little circles on your skin.

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After a few more hits y’all did the shotgun again and it was a full on make out, passing some to one another him gripping hard on your ass. He had to pass it while you were devouring his lips. Nobody cared cause everyone was getting some for real. Marco and the guy had got up and left to a different room. You and Eren would of been in the same predicament, but you two wanted to play games.

He was borderline fingering you and you’d be grinding against him. Y’all were in your little world till you came to your senses. “Ren I wanna dance.” You moaned into his ear cause he was still there rubbing. “You think I’ve worked hard enough?” He was eating you being whiny up.

“Yess let’s go dance.” Your voice was soft from being high as shit, he was basically the only thing holding you up. He didn’t answer you the second time he was talking to home more friends that came up. He’s went back to rubbing the silk on your dress together. You started to doze off but he softly bounced his leg, as they wrapped up their conversation. You felt your sensitive bud against that knee as it softly and quickly rubbed against it.

You’d never been this down bad, to were a dude knee had you in a chokehold. Something that was intended to keep you up, had turned into something completely different.

You heard them about to wrap up and Eren patted your hip. “Let’s get up and dance.” He said watching you closely as you got up.

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The floor was at its most packed at this moment, which was good cause what y’all had going on needed to be covered up. Your ass rubbing ass over the center of his pants. His hands letting your dress ride all the way up, as he watched your ass bounce all over him. You made your way back up and you two were just leaving no type of room for anything. His hand traveling all under your dress, as you danced you felt his lips press against your ears.

He started to speak about all the things he’d do to you. You kept dancing grinding and dancing, he kept up caressing every inch of your body. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel how wet you’ve gotten over the course of the night.

Lust took over all your senses.

His hair, his rings, his tattoos, his opening on his shirts, the way his voice rattled you, and how nonchalant he was about everything. God he was driving you fucking nuts.

“Eren I need you now.” You said in his ear you pulled away and dragged him upstairs.

As you entered one of the private rooms, they had they had their own music. Soft lights adorned the room he sat down on the booth that was infront of a small poll. You weren’t going to touch something that you had no idea how to use. So you went to straddling him he instantly went to both hands on your ass. You hands cupped his face as you two kissed, it was deep and hungry. You grinded against his lap as you felt him practically knead your ass.

You could feel him getting hard and you gently got his hands off your ass. And you went down between his legs. You undid his pants and he poked out immediately. You began to lick at his base and you could see how his face changed. You could hear his groans as you worked your way up, the tip being the loudest. Then your started to put him in your mouth with your hand in the base. Bobbing your head as you moved your wrist in repeated motions at the bottom. You were making nothing but slurping noises and it was driving him crazy. Then you’d stick it all down Your throat and come back up, but he was so Into it he held your head down. You struggled to come up for air but it added to the effect. The heartbeat down there was getting stronger along with the heat.

When you got back up you looked up trying to catch your breath, Eren wiped your tears as you kept pumping and licking. You wanted him to cum as you watched his face change. You put your mouth over the tip, and let all of it come in your mouth you swallowed it all.

You eyes kept contact through that and he patted the seat. “Let me have my cake.” He told you as you got up on the booth seat. He pulled your panties off as soon as he got down there.He opened your legs with his hands and littered the inside of your thighs with kisses.

Once he had you comfortable with that he started to go in. He started to eat like he was starving. It had you moaning as you gripped his hair. It felt so good your toes curled and your eyes shut. It was so much intense stimulation, cause you never had been ate out before.

It felt like heaven, you could even tell Eren a proper thing. Everything would be broken up as you moaned and your words were clumped. You couldn’t think properly not with him. As he began to start to glide and flick and do some more tricks.

You’d cum.

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You both were on the bed they’d had lube in the room and Eren had fingered you. Like him eating you out like a hungry man wasn’t enough. His fingers had you clutching onto pillows, as he rubbed and pumped his way to your spot. He hit it so good you saw stars early on.

Once you two got deep into it, you cling to his back as he was ontop of you. He looked into your eyes and you watched him as his face would change. His little wispy hairs had flown forward, the green eyes started to see more and more Intimate. He was pumping you so deep you thought it wouldn’t come out your mouth. The only thing you could say was his name, and a weak please as cream coated his dick with each pump.

Your nails grip on his back got harder as you both got closer. You squirted as you came from him continuing to pump as he came inside of you.

—————-

“Did you like your birthday present?” You asked as you both cleaned up.

“My best one tonight.”

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cryinginthebackseat · 1 year

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breaking sugar - ch i

AO3

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Mikasa Ackerman

Word count: 10.671

Summary: So, it goes like this then: if he can shut the door, he can run away. It should be easy. He can escape this. But it’s the leaving that’s hard.

Warnings: Swearings, a large chunk of lemon

Author’s Note: my first anime fanfic ever. kinda went above and beyond with this one and the smut. so far it clocks in at an egregious 17k-ish on my docs and i'm nowehere near done with the story, cause it’s purely self indulgent but self indulgence = self care.after mulling over on how to post this for eons, instead of making it into a one shot, i decided to divide the story into two parts. i hope i can post the next chapter soon.this is part one.

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I’m building memories on things we have not said. - Fiona Apple

“How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.” - Pablo Neruda

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In the morning, the agony and guilt often coalesce, merging like earth stones. One darkness bleeds into the other.

Like every story that ends with guilt, it all starts with a decision. Some would call it karma, reaping what you sow; like plucking roses with a blindfold on and your fingers end up dripping crimson petals at your feet and it’s worse knowing that you could have avoided it all from the beginning.

But no one’s really good at this, isn’t it? Making the right choice? There is very little gravity when it comes to weighing between what’s right and wrong, the good choice and the bad one, and too often we let the latter collapse in on ourselves.

The point is, it’s frustrating how we simply can't see beyond our own, introverted cocoons. Constantly digging around in the same old hole.

The point is, there’s a knife lodged in his chest, engraved with her name.

And he knows he’s too far gone.

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But now, there’s only the night.

And tonight, she comes to him.

The knock on his door has never sounded more like thunder in his head. He considers ignoring it. He always tells himself he’s smarter than this. That he’s not a suicidal maniac, that label is reserved only for Eren fucking Yeager.

He opens the door anyway, clad in a white shirt and black trousers.

Their eyes meet and there’s a stretch of small smile that tugs the edges of her mouth. Her cheeks- her entire face- an infernal red like the scarf she likes to wear.

He stands before her, leaning against the door jamb. His arms folded over his chest.

“Finally learned how to knock?” he drawls teasingly, watching the way her gaze falters but she doesn’t blink; he does. He straightens up and lets his eyes roam her from head to toe. “You look beautiful, Mikasa.”

Mikasa gazes at him with those large, butterfly-eyes that never fail to clip his wings and tug him back down to Earth.

“Thank you, Levi,” is her response.

The Levi in question, watches her in return, mesmerized.

He has always watched her, right from the very start. Before the Female Titan, really. A long time ago.

“Can I come in?”

Levi doesn’t answer her– he doesn’t think he has the capacity for it. Words are superfluous, anyway, when it comes to this, so he merely nods in response and steps aside, letting her pass through the doorway. Half of her body brushes against him as she does that. His heart does something strange at the contact, making it feel as if it would fall apart at the seams.

He really is too far gone. He knows well he’s crossed the Rubicon now. It’s only a matter of time before his Rome collapses, might as well let it bury him underneath it.

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Levi Ackerman first met Mikasa Ackerman years ago.

On the battlefield, her eyes, as if by accident or design, met his.

Odd that her eyes reminded him of arrowheads. It was even odder that he found them beautiful. So beautiful that he had to classify them as dangerous and that’s horrible. Horrible because her stare had stirred something deep within him in a way he didn’t associate with his adrenaline rush.

And couple that fact with this one: Levi couldn’t seem to get a read of her expression.

Eventually, he forced himself to look away.

(Later, he would often revisit this strange, little exchange between them in his head. Had he known she would want to bite his head off after he’d kicked Eren’s at his tribunal, he wouldn’t have bothered— but now, now Levi thought of the weight of Mikasa’s stare against his and that tight tangle of confusion as it was draped by something else).

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“Can’t sleep?” Levi questions once the door clicks shut behind them. Mikasa stands in the middle of the room, jangling nerves and breathing too loudly.

“Yes. It’s just one of those nights, I think.” She shrugs, her voice steady enough and he hums in return.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I’m sorry, I was held up by Eren.”

Levi arches a curious brow. “I didn't know you two are on talking terms.”

She shakes her head. “We aren’t. He just swung by my quarters, saying he wanted to talk but I managed to shake him off.”

“And you decided to come here, of all places.”

“Of course. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Mikasa tells him all this glibly, casually, a night-blooming confession passed over like a carafe of wine. Every time, it’s a clean strike against his heel.

She feels him drawing closer.

She touches the uneven thud at her throat.

He never fails to elicit that far-away longing.

Levi is behind her now. Something coiled tight in her stomach, a stretched band ready to snap at the very primitive idea of him touching her– why hasn’t he touched her?

“Now, that you’re here…” He says. Low. Rumbling. His mouth skates against her ear. She leans back against his chest, closing her eyes shut as his arms circle around her waist. “What, then?”

“I think you know.”

Levi turns her around. She opens her eyes and sees him, gimlet-eyed and smirking, all dark and predatory. Mikasa thinks she likes this particular look of him. It makes something inside her twist, something like power, knowing she has this hold over him.

His hand replaces the one on her throat. Mikasa tilts her head back and gasps noisily in the dim room.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Levi kisses Mikasa, and it still confuses her greatly, how the earth upends and shakes itself apart every time he does that.

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The girl was a creature of habit, which made finding her outside the headquarters relatively easy.

That late afternoon, that summer, during an unexpected hot spell, Levi found Mikasa in the greenhouse. She had finished tending the garden and was now reading at the table.

He stood over her. Mikasa lifted her head at him from her book.

His brow arched. Her neck was bare. It was the first time he’d seen her without her scarf.

“Can I help you?” she asked flatly. Her fingers turned to the next page in her book without looking away from him. “Sir,” she added, as if an afterthought.

Levi’s face dipped into a frown. “Why on earth did you do that?”

“Did what?”

“That.” He nodded to her book. “How are you supposed to read it if you look ahead?”

She shrugged. “I can always revisit the book later.”

“That’s absurd. And a damn waste of your time.”

“I don’t really care.”

“You’re not supposed to read that way, brat,” Levi pointed out.

Something like a scowl invaded her gaze and Mikasa, perhaps out of spite, perhaps she only meant to establish that he held no power over her or a combination of both, flipped another page. All with her eyes still glued to him.

Levi stepped closer, but he didn’t know where to land his eyes, they kept flicking from hers to her neck and her mouth. If Mikasa noticed this, she yielded no words, instead craning her neck to meet his stare. He had forgotten how crucial eye contact was, and now, looking at her, he was fighting back with everything he could against her overwhelming offense.

“I think I can read however I like, Captain,” Mikasa said offhandedly. And then Levi placed a hand in the center of her book and pressed it down flat against the table, the spine parted to the force.

Her hands were still grasping hard on the sides of the book, holding it open the same as his hand did in the center of her book. Their fingertips nearly touched. Levi hadn’t realized this until he dropped her gaze, looked down and swallowed. Her fingers were small and slender next to his, he realized. She could make powerful men start a war for her with just her touch if she wanted, he thought, make them bend her will.

He raised his eyes to her again. Mikasa blinked, once, twice and then pulled the book shut. He retracted his hand to his side, and his thumb and index finger ghosted over the back of her hand. He saw her cheeks flush and breathed heavily through her nose. Levi took a ragged breath of his own.

He reached for something to say. “You’re not wearing your scarf.”

“It’s too hot for a scarf,” she admitted quietly, a hand idly touching the bare skin of her throat.

“I see,” Levi replied dazedly, eyes following the shape of her fingers on her skin.

The bell toiled in the distance, pulling him back from the ruins of his mind. Levi shook his head, chased away that bashed-in look to him, like she’d clubbed him in the head or something. He couldn’t do this. He came to the conclusion he’d have better odds facing ten abnormal titans than whatever the fuck he’d tried to do.

He looked out in the direction of the sun then cleared his throat. “Carry on, Ackerman,” he said, even-toned, and then he was gone.

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He thinks, amidst his lust-induced haze, that kissing her feels like running headfirst into a wall of fire.

Her fingers caress his face, but her kiss is far from gentle. Her teeth knock his and it’s bruising and hot-blooded and dominating and fuck, she’s going to kiss him until he spirals and he finds himself kissing her back just as fervently, and trails his lips down her jaw, the arch of her neck. Nipping on her skin just so he can hear his name rolling off of her tongue again and again and again.

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How does it start?

It’s all Erwin’s fault, really.

Or the MPs, he can’t really tell anymore.

Somewhere down the line, Levi knows he’s made the wrong turn, he lets his hands slip on the reins and the horses are speedrunning into the chasm and try as you might, you can’t change the ending. The predetermined outcome is no longer predetermined.

For example: an ashy letter had arrived on Erwin Smith’s desk on one gray and windswept morning. The envelope was pristine. On the front was her name written in an elegant cursive, a glaring testament to their prominence in the hierarchy. But it was the green wax seal on the back– imposing green unicorn, its mane glowing bright in the pale sunlight– that had caught Levi’s undivided attention.

“I want you to take care of this,” Erwin had said in that heavy, commanding tone of his that meant business.

“I doubt shooting the messenger would get the message across, but if that’s what you want.”

Erwin afforded Levi a tight-mouthed grin. “Causing another national conflict just right after we ended one, Levi? How very ambitious of you.” He harrumphed and dropped the smile. “But no, I was talking about Ackerman. I need you to tend to the girl.”

They were in his office. Behind his desk, Erwin’s face was pinched tight, acute exhaustion masquerading as stoicism while Levi looked at him dead-on with narrowed eyes. Pointy chin and curtained dark hair, his confused mouth asked, “What do you mean?”

Erwin didn’t say anything at first. One hand pulled open his desk drawer and took out a bottle of whiskey, placing two glasses on the table. He had that uneasy lies the head that wears a crown look on his face.

“Considering Ackerman’s recent highly-publicized falling-out with Yeager, Arlert has been suspecting that she will take the offer just to get away from him,” Erwin said after a pause. He poured on his, then Levi’s. Then poured more for himself. “We can’t let that happen. Not when the Operation to retake Wall Maria is drawing close.”

Levi reached for his glass and took a biting sip. When Erwin had summoned him to announce he had a discrete project in mind for the Captain, this had been the last thing he had in mind, but he would not be mystified. He was a soldier, first and foremost. He would obey and perform the task he’d been assigned without much fuss.

So naturally, the words that came out of his mouth were: “So, what do you want me to do?”

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Perhaps, there were many ways this could have gone.

(No, there was no way this could have gone differently. When the pieces of the board have been placed, when you know the names Mikasa Ackerman and Levi Ackerman are attached to the pieces, the possibility narrows itself down to that singular vanishing point in the middle of the page).

(To think of anything else is simply absurd).

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The main issue (one of the many, at least), that Levi recognized almost instantly, was that he might have overestimated his ability to carry out the task. He didn’t have a plan, not even the bare bones of it. He couldn’t remember the last time he operated purely on instincts. The heist, probably. And look at where it had led him.

Still, he visited the greenhouse and they ended up meeting each other there for most days. She would be tending the plants, and he would walk in and help her. Then they would sit at the table, him across from her. They would drink tea. Some afternoons they would talk and bicker and play chess, some afternoons they would simply ignore each other and read their books in silence.

That afternoon, he rifled through his pockets for a cigarette and lit it. She peered up at him from the pages before her.

“What does it taste like?” Mikasa asked with that wide-eyed wonder, undiluted curiosity that had a penchant to spin him on that dizzy edge.

Levi leaned forward to flick his cigarette on the ashtray, if anything to distract himself.

“You never smoked before?” Mikasa shook her head. “It tastes a bit like how they smell. Sort of like licking a burning newspaper or swallowing ash.”

She made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Levi’s mouth curved up, he hid it behind his hand, his cigarette. “I don’t really do it for the taste. No one does– maybe except for those disgusting ass-hats at the Military Police. Then again, there’s no accounting for taste.” He paused, cast a cursory glance at her, feeling inspired.

“Well, maybe not everything. Since they want to bring you into their fold and all,” Levi added, pivoting the conversation, trying to segue into the topic he’d been wanting to bring to the table.

She ignored it altogether. Instead, she asked: “Can I try?”

“What?”

Mikasa nodded towards the cigarette. “Can I try smoking it?”

A sooty brow quirked. “You’re not serious.”

Mikasa shrugged a shoulder. “It’s better than watching you hogging it to yourself, at least.”

“It’s my last and I’m not sharing, brat.”

“Now, you’re just being rude.” She folded her arms. Her face, a callback to that implacable and petulant ankle-biter she’d often worn at nineteen.

But she was hardly one now, wasn’t she? A kid. At twenty-two, Mikasa was that still stubborn, moonless-eyed sprite; a self-contained statuette situated on an ornate, little pedestal in a gilded parlor, meant to be shielded and worshiped by the world. As an objective observer, he’d been well aware of Mikasa’s beauty, alright.

But he digressed.

“Tch. Have I ever not?” Levi retorted. He delivered the words like something he could be proud of. Her scowl deepened. “Claws in, cadet. But my answer is still no.”

“Not even if I beg you for it, Captain?” Her face was stern, ungiving, but the question was less genuine and the implication of that made Levi freeze in his seat. The conversational equivalent of being struck in the knee.

Simply put, the question coaxed the stirring he’d felt into something darker. Levi released a shaky breath.

He shouldn’t feel this way. This was wrong. He shouldn’t have felt anything at all.

The Captain raised a hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Really Ackerman, you would beg just for a hit?” he gritted out, his voice wavered.

“But I will not be getting on my knees, if that’s what you mean,” Mikasa said. This impossibly stubborn creature.

Under the table, his hand had balled into a fist so hard it blanched his knuckle, nails digging crescent moons into his skin.

There was a scratch at the back of his throat that made it hard to breathe. The water was getting dangerous. Get out of here, his head said. This was a four-dimensional catastrophe in the making.

And yet…

“That’s a shame. That’d be quite a sight of the century, I’d say.” The words were out of his mouth before Levi could even reconsider them. He was crossing a very dangerous line here, but his mind was caught between the safe choice and the stupid choice at the moment, with the latter taking the lead. Maybe it was the hour, maybe it was her, but his self-control was this close to crashing straight into smithereens.

“Is that what it takes?” she asked him.

He blinked stupidly. “What?”

“For me to smoke your cigarette? Me on my knees, begging?”

He felt his mouth move.

"Yes,” he said, despite his better instincts.

Mikasa remained muted. Her face was that much impossible to read, though her eyes were dark, hooded. She was watching him, thinking.

And then, unexpectedly and briskly, Mikasa stood up. Determination flashed over her features, and there was a danger to be found in that. She made her way to the center of the room and got down on her knees, the floor dirty beneath her crisp, white pants.

And then: “Would you let me smoke your cigarette, please?”

Something nameless spun inside of him. Very slowly, Levi rose to his feet and approached her. There was a catch in her breath as he openly stared at her, in a way he never had. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t stop. His brain stalled. Levi didn’t know why she was doing what she was doing- if she was even aware of what she was doing, but Mikasa was drowning him. Head underwater, he didn’t know if she’d let him come up for air.

Her eyes fluttered as Levi stood before her. Mikasa looked up at him, at his eyes, feigning impartial and challenging. He inched closer. His hips were at eye level with her face. Her eyes flicked to his belt buckle for a millisecond, before they swept back up.

He took a deep breath and it sounded more like a tremble, the heady rush that comes when one’s about to commit either something brave or disastrously reckless or both.

He raised his hand with the cigarette to her face. Her breath on his skin was hot.

“Open your mouth,” Levi ordered, and so she did. Her lips parted open and curled around the tip, heavy in its suggestiveness. His fingers pressed gently against her mouth. She took a light drag, all with eyes still on him. Her cheeks flushed, her neck. Her eyes were entirely dark. He wondered if she would look as poised when she had his dick in her mouth. Walls. He was imagining fucking her mouth and that’s insane. The smoke touched the back of her throat, but didn’t make it all the way down. When Mikasa breathed out, she intentionally blew it in his direction.

By the time she was done, both were shaking. Levi yanked his hand back from her, but left the cigarette between her lips and she let him– he didn’t think of her that foolish, he knew she’d let him– and turned his back to her. He glanced down, his cock was pushing against his pants, rock-hard and obscene and what the fuck had he done?

“You can have the rest of it.” His voice was thick, like he had a mouthful of blood. What have I done? “I’ll see you at dinner.” And he went for the door. He didn’t look at her– he wouldn’t. He left, the idea of staying in that greenhouse for another minute made his head pirouette.

Levi made it to his quarters. He couldn’t stop thinking of what happened. What he had allowed to happen. He fell onto his bed, on his back, one arm over his face, the other skated lower and ran his fingers over the pre-cum gathering there. When Levi came, all he saw was Mikasa- on her knees, begging “please”, mouth warm around him- as he gasped her name.

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He would just like to reiterate: anything that happened, it wasn’t his fault. Levi is not above blaming other people for his own problems, but in this case, he really was just following orders.

“I want you to tend to the girl,” Erwin had told him, weeks ago, a month, last Thursday. Levi couldn’t tell anymore. Time’s all nonsense when the whole world is falling apart, anyway.

“I need you to ensure that her loyalty to the Survey corps is not compromised, by any means necessary. They’re expecting her answer by the end of this month.”

“By any means necessary?”

“Yes.” Erwin had looked him square in the eye, the message in his eyes was clear. “I’ll leave the hows and all to you, but I trust you to carry out this assignment in the most likely manner, Levi.”

Erwin hadn’t said anything else after that. He needn’t to. Even though it was non-specific, the implication was hard to miss. Levi had felt it, the beat and skip, the sudden rise of his pulse as he drowned the rest of his drink, winced at the burn and stood to leave.

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Dinner at the mess hall was interminable.

It was seven o’clock and his plate of turkey sandwiches was barely touched. Hange wouldn’t stop talking his ear off on his right, something about a successful experiment they had with Eren, but Levi wasn't listening. There was a distant buzzing in his head, the rapid opening and closing of his own heart overwhelming him.

“And then Eren threw these barrage of punches and kick the remainder of–”

“I think I lost the remainder of my appetite listening to you.” Levi got up from his chair. He glanced around the room, searching for that one particular face he’d dreaded seeing. Her usual seat was empty. His relief barely reached him. “I’m gonna call it a night. Don’t forget to bathe before you hit the sack, you filthy genius.”

Levi didn’t bother to wait for Hange’s response and headed back to his quarters, willing his mind blank.

Sometimes, Levi wondered if he was stuck in some sort of pain and pleasure feedback cycle. It was pleasurable to casually think about fucking Mikasa’s mouth, but the pleasure brought so much pain, the kind of pain that put its barbed fist down his throat and into his stomach and swished its contents around every time he remembered what he needed to do.

Not that fucking her mouth would be detrimental to the mission, probably, but by allowing what had happened to happen in the greenhouse, Levi guessed it was only a matter of time before the sand began its first trickle down the glass.

In more ways than one, Mikasa Ackerman would be his downfall.

Because she was well and truly under his skin. If he was frank with herself, he knew she’d been there for a long time.

He found the door to his room was ajar when he reached his isolated wing. Levi stilled in the doorway. He could see the candles were lit. More than that. He could hear movements inside. Someone pacing. He walked in only to freeze.

It was Mikasa. Fucking Mikasa was pacing back and forth in his fucking quarters.

The anger was slow-coming, but it was there, along with his confusion. He wanted to know why she was here. He wanted her to leave. He wanted her to stay. He felt like he was being tugged in every direction.

He kicked the door close with his foot and marched towards her.

“Brat, you better have one good reason why you’re trespassing into my private quarters or I swea–”

“You’re not supposed to be up here,” Mikasa snapped. She turned to face him, full-on, manic and too-bright eyes. Levi looked at her like she’d grown a second head.

“Are you even listening to yourself? You’re the one who barged into someone els–”

Mikasa stalked closer to him. Levi clamped his mouth shut, blinked in surprise at her.

“I mean here,” she interrupted him again, pointing to her head. Frustration bled into her voice. “You aren’t supposed to be in my head. Why are you up here?”

He did not reply to her for a long time; it’s the outwardly he could give her. Nerves thrum through him, something that threatened to be uncapped and his jaw twitched. He thought of his mission, the first time he saw her, his cock in her mouth, that day on the field when he’d witnessed her take down a cadet twice her size, the ramifications he would have to deal with if he acted on this foolishness.

It was not within Levi’s nature to heed his id, but she made it so hard for him to think logically.

“What are you…” he began to say, only to stop himself. Levi’s stomach made somersaults. He’d fought thugs from the Underground, an army of deadly titans. This was not a matter of life and death and she was nothing but a girl, but—

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” And just like that, Mikasa incapacitated him. Her voice barely above whisper but it was the loudest fucking gunshot in his ears. She really might as well have shot him.

Levi closed his eyes. His face must be showing something, or worse, Mikasa might know him that well, because when he opened his eyes again he could see it. Her face softened, like a shade being pulled from her face. He gave her a brief shake of his head. “Ackerman…”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Mikasa breathed again. “And I’m so tired of it. I thought it should not be bad if it’s someone else.”

Levi didn't move, his mouth went flat and hard. “But it’s only bad if it’s me.”

“You’re not supposed to be in my head, Levi.”

Levi was struck with three things all at once. The first was that Mikasa had said his name. And he didn’t know how to process that. Only she could speak each syllable of his name like any other four-letter word you can bastardize into a sin. The second was that his heart was pounding so hard in his chest, like, potentially coronary failure fast. The third was that Mikasa was close, too close, there was nowhere to look but her; she was here and she smelled so good. Sweat and clean and irresistibly female, a hint of gardenia; she’d picked some of the flowers from the greenhouse to her room, he assumed.

He did the unthinkable. Levi gripped the back of her neck, sudden and fast and pulled her to him. Mikasa gasped. Their lips hovered over each other, a promise of a head-on collision. She formed a fist, bunched his shirt between her fingers. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Moved back up.

“And neither should you, Mikasa.”

It was easy then, to kiss her. To drag her to his bed. His hand yanked off the many layers of clothing she wore, and she, his cravat. Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Shoving her tongue into his mouth. A rough desperation to her movements that he reciprocated easily.

She fell to his bed first. Mikasa mewled under him, pulling him on top of her as Levi drove into her with no plan of stopping.

The discerning would call this a victory. He had her right where he wanted her. Erwin would likely get to keep one of his best soldiers after all, and Levi would get to prove yet again he was best at following orders.

The discerning would be wrong.

The discerning didn’t know shit.

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INT. CAPTAIN LEVI’S QUARTERS - NIGHT

Afterwards, they laid still in his bed. Mikasa, still damp with sweat, now on top of Levi, bare and suffused with color, wound her arms around his neck; his wrapped lazily around her midsection, his legs intertwined with hers under the covers. There was no sound safe for the steady thump of his heart in her ear.

“So…” Mikasa gulped, nervous and fidgeted, but she trudged on. “What now?”

Levi was silent in reply at first, merely staring at the ceiling. The room had grown darker, the air stuffy and hot because they couldn’t risk throwing the windows open, but his silence was what choked her most.

“I honestly don’t know,” he answered her, eventually. Except his voice was strained. “What do you want?”

Mikasa disentangled herself from him. Levi’s face fell. He looked almost crestfallen. Maybe he thought she was about to get up and leave, but she quickly amended that and rolled to her side to face him. She cupped his face in her hands. Something she couldn’t categorize flashed quicksilver over his face, but it was gone just as it appeared.

“I…” She really shouldn’t be considering this. He was her superior, for God’s sake. They shouldn’t have done what they’d done. They shouldn’t do it again.

But Mikasa, underneath it all, was a slave to her own heart.

“I think I want to try this. With you– if you want to, that is,” she admitted nervously. She thought, with a startlingly dizzying clarity, that she could shatter into him and call it a victory, even if it meant losing any semblance of her self-control around him. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Levi only looked at her. He seemed uncertain of himself, like vaulting over the wrong fence or donning someone else's gear. Fearful, even. His gaze kept shifting back and forth between her eyes and lips, and it made her anxious.

Then:

“You,” he answered after a long, miserable, lingering pause. Relief spread through her. Mikasa couldn’t stop smiling as she leaned in and crashed her mouth against his.

“Okay,” Mikasa took his hand, clutched it tight. He responded in kind. This is madness, but at least they’re in this together, she thought. “Okay. You have me.”

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The admission has haunted his waking hours and his nightmares. Levi doesn't know what he admitted that night, he can’t tell which is which anymore. He feels like he doesn’t know much these days.

None of this ideal– only in a sense of morality scheme sort of things, though, not in terms of the part where he gets to fucking rail her, because the fucking is really that mind-blowing actually.

Which probably explains why he keeps doing it.

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Mikasa’s back is now against the wall of his room and Levi stands in front of her, mind dizzy with pleasure, sucking on her lower lip, speaks without thinking too much, telling her that he wants to fuck her, hard, that he’s been wanting to fuck her all day; he’s gone full confessional today, it seems.

He will deal with the agony and guilt in the morning, as usual, but tonight, his mental back and forth, the voice that tells him why he shouldn’t be doing this is far away, trapped beneath the layers of aching lust.

“Is this what you want?” Levi asks in a drawn-out whisper. Mikasa’s fingers grip his hip, hooked at the waistband of his trousers. His thighs are pressed against hers. Then she reaches down to palm the tent in his trousers, and his brain nearly damn short circuits.

“Yes,” she whispers against the column of his throat and Levi is so hard he could barely think. Also, because what she does next is getting down on her knees, right in front of him where he stands, frozen. Realization struck him at what Mikasa is about to do. Despite the pleasant hum in his head, he can still hear her, muttering the word please against him— against his cock. He braces against the wall.

Mikasa rubs her face against the crotch of his pants. She untucks his shirt, shoves it up and drags her lips, her tongue over his toned stomach, making one of those needy, purring noises that drive him absolutely fucking wild. His body jerks against her, against her face and heaves a deep breath, as her hands work on his belt and get his trousers open and god, that just makes him harder.

The head of his cock is already wet, swollen and throbbing with anticipation. Mikasa leans in, darting her tongue at the tip. Levi watches with a harsh, guttural sort of groan as his member fully sinks into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Mikasa.” His eyes sear into her and he nearly bangs his forehead against the wall, jaw dropping open. Mikasa drags her hands up his thighs to his hips. They buck forward into her grip. Her mouth around him is that much heavenly, that much hell (it’s only hell because this is so much better than how he’d once imagined it would be– on her knees, begging “please”, mouth warm around him) and his thoughts cripple.

A hand traced down the side of her face, trailing down the hinge of her jaw as her mouth works. Mikasa looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Her chin catching on the zipper of his pants. She takes him further down, swallowing him up with a slurp. The wet, filthy sound of her mouth as she sucks on his cock only flares the desire within him higher.

His fingers snag in her hair, pulling the strands deliberately, his grip tight at the root, his fingernails briefly scratching at her scalp. She lets out a wet, gagging noise around his cock, saliva trailing down her chin. He lets his head fall back to avoid the overly stimulating sight. His thighs tremble when she hollows her cheeks. The sound is maddening as Levi fucks her mouth, harder and wetter, her hand now gripping at the base until her lips brush against the side of it.

Levi can’t think intelligently, it’s that sort of mind-boggling sensation where the world around him somewhat blurs, swallowed by the noiseless vacuum of slow motion and Mikasa is his only focus point at this juncture.

He thinks his eyes might have rolled up into his head; her tongue is back dragging around the tip, deliberate and insistent. He’s past any coherent speech, he’s about to come.

Levi tugs her by her hair and pulls her to her feet before it could happen. Without any gentleness or whatsoever, he spins her around, pressing her front against the wall and glides his hand down from her shoulder, hiking up her nightgown until the hem has ridden up past her hips. He yanks away her cardigan, dropping it to the floor. He feels her body shudder before him. His teeth drag down the nape of her neck and he slides his other hand down between her thighs.

He rubs leisurely at her, through the underwear and then under. Mikasa's head tips back at the skin-to-skin contact and moans shakily. He, on the other hand, is quiet, rendered unimaginably speechless. Just a taut, marveling “Fuck” before driving two fingers deep into her.

“God, Levi.” Mikasa makes a choking, groaning sound, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling, burning his scalp. It’s the pain more than anything else that goes straight to Levi’s cock, and he hisses and tenses behind her. Her hips buck against his cock and his hand. He exhales hard in her ear.

Levi nibbles at her earlobe. Pushing his fingers deeper and groaning along with her, telling her, as if drunk, “Now, tell me this,” he starts, voice dropping a whole octave. His rhythm is merciless and rough, and his free hand roams over her body, from her hip to the ridge of her ribs, her breast, her throat. “Do you want to come, Mikasa?”

Her breathing undulates. Her hips begin to rock hurriedly, desperately reaching for that high. Her cunt pulsing and clenches against his fingertips and dripping wet, slicking up his palm. Mikasa lets out a needy moan as an answer. A small laugh escapes him, smug and low.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he says, a dark insistent mumble. The wet smear of his mouth as he presses his cheek against her, and she gasps. “Say it,” he continues. "Say it, or we're done here." To prove his point, Levi’s fingers slow down, torturous enough that Mikasa whines at the loss of the sensation.

Mikasa snarls and tries to twist her hips, but he only holds her down. Stilling her movement. Finally, she relents: "Yes! Please, Levi, please, please, please let me come.”

Levi inhales quickly. And he gives her what she wants. What he also wants. He crooks his fingers inside her, reaching that spot that makes her legs quiver and sucks down air as he repeats the motion. Any sounds she’s making turn into winded, breathless cries as he feels her orgasm wracks her higher and higher until her body spasms and she is left panting violently in his arms.

He doesn’t fully expect it when he pulls away from her. Mikasa uses whatever strength she has and turns around to face him. She pushes him back towards the direction of his bed, her breathing over loud and labored, her gait unsteady but when his eyes find hers, the desire and determination behind them are simply unmistakable.

The raw animal ferocity that flashes over her face. The way she shoves him sitting down to the mattress with a strength that makes her an Ackerman, is a huge turn on and alarmingly staggering. Mikasa barely gives him time to catch his breath when she straddles Levi, grabs a fistful of his locks and kisses him quite, categorically insane.

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“Brat, what the hell are you doing?”

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor when he arrived. Exactly a day before she would be getting on her knees on the same dirty ground, submissive and begging and his cigarette wrapped around her glistening mouth.

In her hand was a hammer, and the other a sugar cube she’d produced from a small jar he assumed she must have had ‘borrowed’ from the kitchen.

Mikasa carefully placed the cube on the dingy breadboard.

“Breaking sugar,” she said, then he heard a soft, sudden impact, and saw some sugar dust coating the floor, her hair, clothes and her face.

“What?”

“Breaking sugar,” Mikasa repeated, only half-heartedly. Not when she was reaching out for another cube from the jar. “I heard from Armin they could emit flashes of light if you crush them.”

Levi studied her intently, as if she were a well-phrased headline or a foreign stamp.

Mikasa, he deemed, in his quiet and dignified way, was a walking contradiction. She’s brash and lethal, yet delicate and tender, which jarred Levi in a way that he would never admit aloud. That every time he thought he had her all figured out, he found her already walking two steps ahead of him and she was looking at him over her shoulder, smirking smugly like she’d tied his shoelaces the wrong way and the ground was slicked with rain and he was falling behind with this acute fairy-tale sense of doom whenever you know you probably wouldn’t make it to the finish line.

Maybe that explained why Levi didn’t expect this little display of antics from hers.

“I presume Arlert didn’t mention the part where you’d have to be in the dark to see it?”

She paused mid-swing. “Oh,” she said, suddenly growing sheepish. “He didn’t.” Mikasa stared at him, keeping her focus on his eyes, imagining his likely response. “And you know this, how?”

Levi rolled up his shirtsleeves on his arms and wandered over to her. He flopped down across from her on the ground.

He took a sugar cube and held it between his thumb and forefinger.

“When you’re stuck with the only resident mad scientist in the corps, you begin to pick up a certain knowledge from them, I suppose,” Levi mused cooly, staring at the cube, almost fractured in his touch, the fragments that had begun to dust his fingers, wondering to himself why did he bother to get himself all messy like this.

“I’ve liked always doing this, ever since I’ve learned what they’re capable of,” he continued. “I would look at people stirring their tea and think I knew a secret– that sugar was more than sweet.”

Mikasa told him, “According to Armin, it’s not the sugar, it’s the crystal. The structure, you know. If you crush a crystal, you get a light.”

Levi nodded. “The phenomenon is called triboluminescence. In this case, when you crush the sugar, some of the energy you use to push down on the sugar causes the positive and negative charges in the sugar molecules to separate. The opposite charges rush back together again- because they attract each other- and the energy released is converted into visible light.”

His eyes riveted back on Mikasa, face perfectly composed as ever. For a moment, she blinked, then something flitted in her gaze, but before he could place it, it was gone.

“I really didn’t know that,” she admitted, then shook her head, smiling faintly. “But then again, I didn’t bother to pay any attention to other subjects back then except on how to kill titans.”

“Tch. There’s more to this life than just fighting down those freakish giants, you know?”

“I know, it’s just…” she sighed. “You know how it is, we are the strongest of them. I feel like I can’t lose sight of what's important if we’re to protect them.”

“That is true, but while we may be servants of humanity, we’re also human,” he said quietly. “Life doesn’t revolve around the war, Mikasa. A world awaits, and if you want, at least a portion of it could be yours for the taking. You just need to have the strength to hold onto both sides. It’s not going to be easy— heck, nothing is, but life is so much more meaningful when it’s not one dimensional.”

There were those bottomless, doe-like eyes, that narrow-eyed study she did, looking at him. And Levi felt pinned, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was being observed, processed and assessed, although he could give a rat’s ass about what other people thought of him, he was desperate to know Mikasa’s two cents.

He cursed inwardly. Shit, he was getting uncharacteristically uncoordinated over a belligerent soldier with a savior complex.

“Oi, what are you staring at me for?”

“Nothing.” She was quiet for a moment, as though unsure of what to say. “I guess if I’d known just how clever you were, I would have tried being nicer to you.”

Levi snorted, relief disguising as apathy, and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be a brat,” he said, a faint hint of amusement crossed his face. She mirrored his expression, mouth quirked up and eyes glinting like melted iron under the afternoon lights, then licked her lip. There was no intention to seduce, to dazzle- there was nothing because her eyes translated nothing of the sort, yet Levi’s stomach dropped nonetheless. His smile faltered, eyes falling to her lips for a breathless second and he knew he was trapped.

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The rest of their clothes come off quickly. Mikasa’s fingers curl into the front of his shirt and quite literally tear off the material like paper. He hears some of the buttons clanging on the floor.

“You’re sewing all that back tomorrow, brat.” Levi feels her breath against his mouth as she giggles.

“Whatever you say, grumpy.”

Her mouth then moves down to his jaw. His neck. His collarbone. And Levi is rendered weak. He glides his hands over her thighs, bunching up her nightgown. Mikasa, understanding his intent, leans back and pulls it over her head with intentional slowness. The sight is insanely erotic. She drops the garment on the floor, and he shrugs his own shirt off. He’s only just tossed it across the room before she pushes him flat onto his back.

Levi, primed supine on the bed, gazes up at her. His eyes track up her body as she hovers over him; her eyes spangled with lust, her neck flushed pink, hair messy and fuck. He imagines he’s looking much worse for the wear, absolutely ravaged by desire, but he could care less. Because she is leaning down on him and goes for it– she licks along his top lip and nips. He makes a sharp, eager sound, and sucks on her tongue in return before devouring. He kisses her greedily, very much uncoordinatedly.

He angles his hips between her thighs and grinds his cock against her clothed, sensitized cunt; still slick from post orgasm.

Mikasa gasps at the contact. Her body jerks slightly. Levi clasps her waist, holding her against him and sets a rhythm, deep and steady. His attention is rapt in the low light as he thrusts upwards in time with her movements. She sits up. She plants her hands on his pecs, pushes down and rolls her hips faster against his cock, rapid, rough and does it again. He snarls under her, muttering strings of expletives and her name.

“L-levi,” she cries out in return, a husky edge to her voice that has him smirking. “Please.”

Levi waits until Mikasa throws her head back before he swiftly scrambles up, grabs her. Guides her to the other side of the bed, knocks her onto her back. When he positions himself atop her, her eyes have considerably widened.

“No, I get to be on top this time,” he mutters against the side of her face, that teasing lilt is back in his voice.

Mikasa closes her eyes and mumbles his name again, thick and slow, which he surmises is her conceding with him. He grins. Dragging his attention downward, he runs his mouth over her clavicle, a mixture of tongue, teeth and lip as he explores the expanse of her chest.

She makes one of those pleasurably appreciative faces when Levi kisses the outer side of her breast, inward; draws one pink, pert nipple into his mouth and sucks and bites.

“Do that again,” she says.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please.”

And Levi obeys. He licks his smile against the same sensitive, spit-slicked bud, biting down harder, drawing a strangled gasp from her.

“Too hard?”

“No, I like it,” Mikasa manages to say and holds onto his shoulder and drags her nails up to the undercut part of his head. “I like it a lot.”

A breath of a chuckle before Levi speaks, low and a playful rumble: “What else do you want me to do?” He asks, his mouth already hovering over her other breast, hands skimming down her sides. She arches into him. “Tell me.”

He lavishes on the other nipple, mouth obsessive. Another gasp. Her nose nudges against his hair. Levi pulls back and moves up again, his breath hot against her throat, back up to her mouth.

“I can fuck you with my fingers again.” And aforementioned hand worms its way back down her body, her skin overly hot against his. His hand suddenly stops, refuses to move beyond her hip bone, his fingernails prick lightly at the flesh there and she shivers. “Or I can use my mouth and eat you out until you won’t stop shaking,” Levi promises, more a growl than a murmur, against her parted lips. He thinks he might like playing the role of a torturer more than he would ever admit. “Or I can do both. All you have to do is tell me.”

“No, I want… I want,” Mikasa can barely get the words out. “Your cock. Please. I want your cock inside me.”

Levi makes a low noise deep in his throat. He can’t resist her even if he tries. She’s like a celestial body with her own gravity well, trapping him in her orbit.

Without wasting another moment, his hands move to her underwear and he peels them off. He moves out of the bed to kick off his unmade pants. He’s nearly breathing as hard as she is, his blood racing, boiling and frenetic as he shuffles his way back on top of her again.

He threads his fingers through her hair and kisses her, then reaches down, aligns his cock between her opening, and slides his dripping erection up and down. Goosebumps take over her body as he feels her breath leave her in shuddering gasps.

Levi pulls back, and can feel his spit still connecting his lips to her.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, sex-fogged and fucking thrilled, his composure threatening to break.

“Yes! Just like this, please.”

That does it for him. Levi slowly pushes himself inside her and fucking fuck, sweet mother of fucking Titans it’s so good, like really fucking good. If paradise does exist in this fucked up corner of the world, then it has to be this soft pink matter between Mikasa Ackerman’s thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is what he chants when he brings his cock deeper. He peers down to watch the inches disappear inside her, the very pornographic image nearly wrecks him completely. It’s all sensory overload. “Shit, Mikasa. Do you have any idea how good you fucking feel?”

“You feel— you… Good– oh my god,” Mikasa stammers, before melting into a soft moan and throwing her head back against the pillows.

That earns her a chuckle from him, then he withdraws slowly before thrusting back. His hair has fallen over his eyes. His face is pressed to hers, his nose against her cheekbone, exhaling noisily.

Her arms loop at the back of his sweat-coated neck as he snaps his hip forward. Shoving his dick back into her with violent impatience. She immediately tightens, all of her clenching and squeezing, spasming hot and wet. Levi hisses. She spreads her legs wider, face contorting in pleasure. An unbidden, out-of-control realization shoots through him that only increases how awful, how good, how fucking perfect what her body does to him feels.

“Please,” she pants between the steady thrust of his hips.

“Please what?”

“Harder. Please, fuck me harder!”

Levi happily obliges by slinging her legs higher over his waist and slams back into her. He deepens his strokes, fucking her at an impossible, hard pace, his cock nearly slips out of her completely with the motion. He’s ruthless with her, almost brutal, giving exactly what she’s requested and fuck, the sound of her cunt squelching around his cock, wetter than when he worked on her with his fingers, will undo him.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” Levi stammers, mind truly lost. He tries to breathe but it feels caught in his chest.

Mikasa squeals with overwhelming desire and angles her hips up towards him. Her blunt fingernails bite into his biceps. He hisses in pain and moves to pin her hands above her head, tight enough she can’t wriggle free from his grasp.

But Mikasa isn’t Mikasa if she doesn’t go down without a fight. She raises her head, as if to kiss him, instead she nips at his chin. Levi grunts in surprise. The minx has the audacity to smirk at that. In return, a hand slides down from her wrist to grab her tight by her jaw. Tilts her face to the side just as rough. His mouth on her jawline is less a kiss and more of a bite. She groans shamelessly at that.

“You really do like it rough, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says followed by a gasp-chuckle-moan noise. “Yeah, I do.”

The echoes of slapping skin and her slurry of high-pitched moans ricochet all across the room. He stares at her, intently, and he can see it there, in her eyes, the depths of her own desire reflecting back into his and it makes his dick twitch inside her, feeling like his whole body tangles in vines. His rhythm grows messier, more uneven as his own climax races up a steep crescendo. He feels her constrict harder around him and a near-feral growl sounds in his throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

Levi presses and rubs his thumb to her clit, his other hand remains caging her wrists. Mikasa practically sobs and writhes under his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me,” he says and she does again. She’s all flushed, her pupils blown to hell, making a wet sound that is half a swallow and half a mewl. Hyperaware that is his body making her make all of these carnal reactions and he still doesn’t know what to do with that. “What do you want?”

“I want… I’m gonna– ah,” she scrapes out, loud and bitten off. He feels her wrists move, trying to escape his grip. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” Levi only holds her tighter. “So, what do you want? Tell me.”

Mikasa heaves out his name, although it comes out more as four unintelligible letters. An evil, satisfying lurch in his stomach as Levi watches her toss her head side to side, her breath coming out high and quick yet the words he’s desperate to hear don’t leave her mouth.

“You know what I want.”

“Do I, now?” Levi mumbles against her, only to slow down for a few teasing thrusts and draws his thumb away.

“You’re evil,” she chides.

“I am,” he agrees, but only because he's denying her what she wants. Nothing more. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear it.” He emphasizes by running his teeth over her nipple. “Let me hear you beg for me.”

Mikasa inhales quickly.

“Please Levi, I want to come!” She finally whines, her voice impatient and near baleful, but also pleading. Begging him. “Let me come, please.”

That’s it. That’s what he likes to hear, her ceding complete control to him. Letting him fine tune her body until she is rendered hopelessly supple and boneless under him.

Levi brushes his lips over her jowl and up to her ear and doubles his efforts on her clit.

“Then be a good girl and come for me, Mikasa,” Levi breathes– no, commands really.

He wrenches a noise out of her, her eyes widen in an approximation of a shock as the command registers.

“S-shit, Levi!” she cries out against his shoulder. “Oh, god. Levi, Levi, Levi, Levi—!” Tremors seize her frame and then she comes apart underneath him, arching her back and digs her heels into his back, it almost hurts to breathe.

Her body won’t stop shaking under him while her orgasm tips him over the edge. Levi finally surrenders to the white-hot pleasure that has been building at the base of his spine and quickly pulls out.

He brings down both their hands, grabs hers, places it around his cock and guides it frantically up and down. He groans, and he thinks he is saying her name, but he can’t be sure, he’s lost now as he comes so hard onto her stomach he practically forgets his own name, but hers is gonna be branded in his head for a very long time.

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It's worse that Hange had already warned him about this.

“I’ve just been with Erwin. You know what he told me?”

They had apprehended him as Levi stepped out into the main hall. He had just about to turn around the corner when he caught the greasy ends of their ponytail and their inside-out, coffee and god-knows-what stained white shirt and frowned.

Now, Levi slumped back into the chair. They were back in his office, drinking tea and lounging.

“I can’t even hazard a guess. He’s issuing a mandatory bath routine for a certain section commander, maybe?”

Hange, naturally, being the only individual who could take in Levi’s sharp-edge derision like a wooden blade to the chest, simply chortled. “Ah Levi, you’re so funny. At least once the war is over you could try comedy as an alternative lucrative career path if all else fails.”

Levi snorted. “In your dreams, four-eyes. Now what did Erwin tell you?”

“He informed me about your… mission.” And Levi’s blood turned cold. He didn’t know how to react to that. He didn’t think Erwin would divulge the mission to anyone. “Is that why you left the mess hall earlier last night?”

He pressed his mouth firm, but not enough to be considered a scowl. He lifted his tea to his mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, you do. Unless you have amnesia from rearranging Mikasa’s guts last night–” Levi choked on his tea and coughed. “Then you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Fuck you,” he croaked. Coughed again, dangerously close to wheezing. Tea trailed down his chin, neck. His shirt was ruined. He grimaced in disgust at himself. “Fuck you,” he tried again, voice still strained. “Fuck you. Has anyone ever told you that you’re batshit crazy?”

“Nope, just you.”

Levi set his glass down and then pinched the bridge of his nose and winced. He decided he must have done something immorally sick in the previous life to have met Hange Zoe in this one.

“So, you have no problem with that?”

Levi lifted his head at that. “With what?”

“With the mission?” they elaborated, the smile had slipped off of their face. “Manipulating her into staying like this?”

His shoulder twitched. He wanted to run away from this conversation. He didn’t trust it. “You know I’m only doing what’s best for the corps.”

“Are you?” The maniac certainly knew how to hit him with hard-hitting questions when they wanted to.

“I am,” he replied and met their eyes, undaunted. Like his morals depended on it. “I am. And as much as I appreciate you playing the mother hen, it’s unneeded.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”

Hange took one last biting sip of their tea and rose to their feet. They made a beeline over to the door. Their face tight and curled with disappointment. Levi remained sitting, suffering in silence. He didn’t know why that left a sour taste in his mouth, but it did.

“You’re treading on a dangerous line here, Levi,” Hange told him when they were at the door. They glanced back at him over their shoulder. Genuine concern etched on their features. Something the Captain had never witnessed before. “Be careful.”

He wasn’t looking at them anymore, but rather at that one point only he could see, eyes unseeing. “Yeah, thanks for pointing out the obvious, fucker,” Levi said, but not without a resigned smile and a great deal of kindness.

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The next day, he finds Mikasa sewing the buttons back onto his shirt in the greenhouse. Fair’s fair, she did ruin it.

Levi enters and collapses onto the chair next to her.

“I think you missed a button there, brat.”

“Shut up, shorty,” Mikasa says, but there’s no trace of her usual bite. He laughs around the cigarette in his mouth, welcoming the mockery. She thinks she can get drunk to the sound. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks. It’s the new powder detergent I bought last week.”

“I really like it.”

“Feel free to borrow it the next time you do your laundry.”

An idea suddenly latches onto her head. She smiles. Her hands stop sewing. She deposits his unfinished shirt on the table, earning her a questioning look from the older man.

She inches closer to him. She places a lingering touch on his thigh.

“What if I make you do my laundry instead?” Mikasa whispers in his ear, in full possession of her power, a beautiful, coquettish dangerous thing.

And Levi, now more or less used to being on the receiving end of this side of her, smirks, leans in, voice low, as he whispers back: “And how are you going to do that? Are you going to get down on your knees and beg for me again?”

“There are more ways than begging to make you bend to my will, Levi.”

Levi hums. “Maybe. But you’ll be doing it, anyway.”

“Is that a threat, Captain?” she asks breathily.

“No,” Levi rumbles, places his hand at the base of her neck and lifts his cigarette to her face. Her mouth, as if against her will, parts open. “It’s a promise.”

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Usually, they play a few rounds of chess after they come down from their high.

Just him and her, in his bed with a board between them. Both are still coated in each other’s scent.

Mikasa seems to constantly lose to him, somehow. Levi thinks it’s ironic considering he’s the one who tends to get distracted by the livid bite marks littering her body, courtesy of him; by her lips, the first disaster. He keeps thinking of everything he wants to do to her the next time he has her again. It’s easier than thinking about anything else. He thinks about eating her out again, fucking her over the desk in his office. Maybe he can gag her so she’ll keep quiet. Maybe he’ll take her in her quarters, on her stomach, while her comrades are sleeping in the next room.

Mikasa huffs gladly as he captures her rook. He lifts an eyebrow at that.

“Brat, are you losing on purpose?” Levi asks, pushing the black king.

“No, I’m just not putting in as much effort as I’d like to,” Mikasa says and withdrawing the white queen in return.

“Don’t tell me the sex is slowing you down.”

She smiles gently. “That, and I’ve come to realize I don’t mind losing if it’s to you.”

“Really? Since when?” Levi hears himself ask. The anticipatory anxiety sets in as he waits for her answer.

She pauses, as if measuring her words carefully; reconsidering her next move on the board. Then: “Since I found out standing in front of you is like looking in the mirror,” she admits quietly.

Her voice stops him, holds him absolutely still, until he can execute a move to look back at her. His heart feels like it is being cleaved open. He holds onto his king. He’s losing sight of the game, of himself.

“I didn’t think it could be like this,” Mikasa speaks again, hands knotting on her shirt– his shirt– with the mildest of bashfulness.

Levi exhales shakily. “What do you mean?”

“I had never felt it before.”

He feels the back of Mikasa’s fingers caressing his cheek, and the intimacy of this feeling smothers him.

She’s blinking away the wetness on her eyelashes as she smiles at him and something ungovernable brews in him. Enough to break the spell. To make this wrong. Real.

So, it goes like this then: if he can shut the door, he can run away. It should be easy. He can escape this.

But it’s the leaving that’s hard.

Levi heaves a sigh. His own fingers glide under her chin. His thumb strokes the soft flesh there. Everything about her makes him want to do something unforgivably stupid.

“I hadn’t either,” he tells her this anyway. He doesn’t hesitate. Something like defeat filtering into his voice. He can’t help himself, not when she, too, is the very still image he sees in his mirror.

It’s Levi who closes the space between them. Again, he really can’t help himself. Helping her lie against the sheets. The game forgotten.

Checkmate.

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“I want you to tend to the gir-”

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