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Well-Placed Humour [Levi | Cadet! Reader]

You smiled up at the friendly faces around your table, wishing times of peace such as this one could remain. Despite the inward happiness you felt, something kept prodding at the back of your mind. Your gaze strayed towards the doors of the mess hall.

Corporal Levi Ackerman had left through them half an hour ago and dinner was barely nearing its end at the current moment. Your eyebrows had immediately furrowed upon seeing him stand and make his way to the exit but your lips had left no words slip by at the action. He hadn't once glanced back at the occupants of the mess hall, choosing to simply leave as the door's loud creak announced his intentions and the soft click of it closing behind his back finalised the deal.

Your curious gaze returned to the cadets at your table - a bunch of bright young people with wishful eyes and hopeful smiles. You observed Malik laughing at Elle's joke and though you didn't get to hear the joke per se you could tell it had been a good one by the way the fair-haired male's lungs wheezed in amusement. Elle had a knack for making him laugh and, as of recently, you pondered her feelings for him as well - if you were lucky you'd get to see a relationship bloom in near future. You gave a soft smile as a huff left your nose when Melody tapped your shoulder.

"Everything alright? You were gone for around a minute." Her green eyes bore into yours, concern evident around the small circle of her pupil. It prompted you to shake your head as you denied having any problems whatsoever and that was exactly what you did.

"Everything's fine." You chuckled at her worried expression before she pouted at your behaviour and returned to her food. Truthfully, your sentence had been as accurate as possible. Everything was fine. You just doubted that Corporal Levi Ackerman would agree with that statement himself.

Levi sighed as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose and he blinked at the papers in front of him tiredly. He'd been doing paperwork for two hours now but there was still a lot of it left. He was, strangely enough, grateful for the enormous amount of documents he had to handle because otherwise he'd be burdened with the responsibility of fixing the chemistry between the members of his newly founded squad - and that was a much bigger problem than a dozen lists and reports that had to be filled out.

The ebony-haired Corporal pondered the earlier mess they'd created due to their bad relationship. Eld and Gunther had gotten into another argument and when Petra had tried to stop them she'd only made things worse because Oluo - the loyal puppy she'd won herself, had followed her and gotten into the fight himself. The four of them were total rookies despite having been on a single expedition as a squad, on which they came pretty close to dying at the hands of their stupidity, and the fact they were almost stomped over while being stacked together (in the middle of once again arguing) didn't make them more of a team.

Reality was a bitch. Life was a bitch. Karma was a bitch. Everyone was a bitch in Levi's opinion. He'd gotten used to that during his time in the Survey Corps though - two years during which he'd climbed up the ranks in the army's hierarchy, building a reputation for himself with the help of his constant glaring inbetween everything else. After two years, he knew what he was doing and he was starting to get used to it when suddenly, Erwin had decided to make him a Squad Leader on top of everything else. A Squad Leader meant a squad to take care of and teach about the reality of things, a number of chosen people he had to trust, protect and work with.

Levi had been perfectly fine with choosing them and letting them fight after he'd taught them this and that, but working with them and protecting them, being responsible for them - now that was something he couldn't deal with. He couldn't feel the connection between them and obviously, neither could they because all they'd done for the past month was shout at each other and argue at all times. It resembled, to Levi, looking after a bunch of children and he was no good with kids.

The ebony-haired male sighed, attempting to force everything off his mind as his hand resumed writing. He concluded he could finish this report before consulting Hanji on the topic of his squad and how to make its members get along a bit better, but his current priority was getting himself some tea. Levi was about to rise from his seat when three steady knocks reached his ears alongside a muffled line of curses.

"Name and business." He called from his seat as his eyes focused on the door. He hadn't given anybody chores today so he concluded it was a random cadet seeking audience with him on a stupid topic because had his visitor been Hanji or Erwin they would've let themselves in by now.

"I'm cadet (Y/N) (L/N). You haven't called me, but I thought I'd bring you some tea, Corporal." The steady voice made his thin brows knit together in mild wonder as he pondered his next move. Your overall presence, however, was beneficial to him, seeing as it saved him the effort to go make himself tea.

".. come in, cadet." He watched you enter, hand balancing a tray with a teapot and a cup on top. The clinking of the porcelain could be heard as you gently kicked the door closed with your heel and held onto the metal tray for dear life after it slammed behind your back. Eyes screaming apologies his way, you approached the desk he sat at and skilfully placed the tray on top. He eyed it prior to fixing his orbs on your visage and the weird feeling he connected it to. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated your importance.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You asked worriedly, putting to use the tasteless question your best friend had also fired your way nearly an hour ago. Snapping out of his daze, Levi looked up to meet your (e/c) hues and it hit him as to why you'd stayed in his memory as a special person.

The innocent tilt of your head as you asked a harmless question and the bright - albeit concerned - gleam in your eyes as you watched him he had witnessed fairly often even though their receiver hadn't always been him. Your smile he almost immediately remembered - it stretched wide across your face and was punctuated by a pair of dimples. The small snort you had a tendency to let out prior to laughing was another trait he seemed to recall - it was what he would hear every time when the silence during his training sessions was to be broken. Another thing he remembered about you was how well you cleaned, almost to the point it met his standards. Your combat skills weren't the best, along with your cooking, but you were in your element with the 3DMG strapped to your body.

Nobody was perfect after all. And with Levi knowing that he acknowledged that not everything was fine as well. Because it never was.

"You could say so." Came his answer. You held back a pout as your teeth bit into the inside of your cheek and your fingers started fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Levi noticed the gesture and wondered whether to dismiss you or keep you there longer. Not knowing your character all too well, the male decided to test your social skills. "Take a seat." He could see the hesitant expression on your face along with the abrupt stiffness in your shoulders.

"Are you su---" He needn't even open his mouth to stop you right there, the mere prompt raise of his eyebrow made your mouth clamp shut as you nodded and took a seat on the couch to his left with a downcast gaze. His experiment was rolling down a steep heel when you didn't speak for the next five minutes, being so silent and stiff he almost forgot you were in the room. Then it came, just when his hand had gotten tired of writing: "May I call you by your first name, Corporal?" The inquiry was so stupid he had to suppress a snort but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to entertain himself with it.

"Do you wish to?" The cold retort in the form of a question made your eyebrows furrow as you bit your lip in nervousness. You were sweating bullets and it wasn't even hot in the room - the window behind Levi's back was open wide, letting fresh air inside. He took a sip from the tea you'd made and observed his paperwork, ignoring the urge to make fun of your awkwardness.

"... I guess so." The answer came out small and shy despite the big pause preceding it and Levi could swear he'd never heard a cadet being so straightforward with their superior. Had any other subordinate of his been stupid enough to ask him anything of the sort they would've bailed the moment he'd given them a chance to excuse themselves - something you didn't do.

"Then you may." The bored statement rang in your ears loud and clear. It was surreal. And, seeing as the Corporal was yet to insult you or give you chores to do, you decided to engage him more - be a bit braver if you would.

"So, um..." Levi kept quiet in the face of your pitiful mumbling, interested to see what you'd ask of him next. Your conversation so far - if it could've been given such a title at all, wasn't overflowing with topics or any actual dialogue, which might've been amusing for the tired Levi but it only made you tenser than before. "I heard our next expedition's in a month but before that, we'll be visiting town for supplies. I was wondering if cadets were allowed to go."

"Usually cadets are the only people who go." Levi's careless reply made your hands move in a way that didn't show nervousness and your head tilted to the side, making the ebony-haired superior conclude another question was on its way out of your curious mouth.

"So no superiors?" You asked with a hopeful flutter of your eyelashes as he glanced up from his paperwork, only to conclude he didn't want to watch as your wishful expression fell in the face of his bored answer. This social experiment of his was finally taking off in some kind of direction.

"No, Hanji and I are accompanying the cadets this time because we have a strict list of things we need." The explanation was offered carelessly in the form of a stoic sentence that, just as suspected, made your hopeful smile's corners drop. Realisation seeped into the crease between your brows as you looked down in thoughtfulness, a small 'oh' falling from your lips. "I sense disappointment, cadet." Levi stated pointedly after stealing a fleeting glance in your direction.

"I was just wondering if I could visit town as well." You spoke with a pleading gaze that made Levi turn back to his paperwork with a small snort. His hand kept writing and his tea sat by it, eager to be consumed.

"I'd have to ask Erwin." The ebony-haired superior announced professionally, which, contrary to his expectations, made your shoulders jump as your wide eyes bore into his temple fearfully.

"If the Commander has to approve of the idea I'd rather not burden him with such stupid things. I'll just stay and help with cleaning." It was obvious you wanted to go but if it concerned bothering somebody you immediately dismissed it as something insignificant. Levi snorted at your response, so different from the one he'd anticipated it annoyed him. As to further preoccupy himself with something different he let go of his pen and grabbed the cup you'd brought instead, taking another sip from the tea before locking gazes with the teapot in front of him.

"Then I'd rather bring you and not tell Erwin at all." Stealing a glance at your visage, the male witnessed your whole face light up at his words. Teenagers were so easy to please, he mused internally, remembering he himself had been a teenager some years ago. In contrast with the one sitting two feet away from him, however, he hadn't been that easy to please. An unbelieving 'really?' left your lips in a fit of exultation, to which Levi only rolled his eyes prior to giving you a brief glare. "I certainly didn't hear myself stuttering." Was the curt reply he offered that did nothing to your overjoyed state.

"Thank you, Levi!" There came the first use of his name. It was a wonder it didn't make him scowl more than he normally would. A mere cadet he barely knew addressing him so casually was supposed to feel odd and uncomfortable but the dimples at the ends of your smile as you called his name prevented any negative emotions from nestling inside his chest.

"Why are you so determined to visit town?" Levi redirected the topic and your joyful smile froze on your face, only to melt away into a smaller, sadder one. A reminiscent one.

"It's a long story." You argued weakly, trying to dodge the topic with a calm face and a steady voice. Levi however, having tolerated this conversation this far only so he could learn more of your character and avoid his paperwork (and with it the problems concerning his squad), wasn't having that kind of behaviour at this point of things.

"... I have time." He said after a small pause, straying from his personal tendency of not wasting time on small-talk and any kinds of conversations that didn't include his duties or anything very important. You seemed almost as surprised to hear that as he'd been to say it.

"I have to visit my parents." You stated with a bright smile after concluding the superior wasn't bullshitting you by deciding to ignore your warning. "On my birthdays my mother would give me a flower and my father would jokingly pretend he'd forgotten the occasion before gifting me a candy worth his monthly paycheck. We'd play out in the fields and at bedtime, I'd get a kiss on the forehead and a story with a happy ending." You watched Levi's reaction as he drank from his tea, unsuspecting of the sentence you'd voice next. "Nowadays I pay them a visit on my birthday and the kind lady from the candy shop down the street gives me flowers to put on their graves."

The ebony-haired male's jaw tensed as he processed your words. Of course, the people in this army who could proudly state their family was still alive were very few and hard to find. One in a hundred maybe. To Levi however, that was a natural occurrence and he didn't really feel the need to profess his deepest condolences. It wouldn't make you feel better and it sure as hell wouldn't bring your parents back - it was a useless attempt at sympathy he wouldn't make.

"Why on your birthday?" He asked instead, curious to hear your reasoning on the topic. A normal person would suspect you wouldn't want to upset yourself further on a supposedly happy day by having to stand at your parents' graves with the knowledge you wouldn't be able to see them. Levi wondrously watched the crease disappear from inbetween your brows as your lips formed a bittersweet smile, your gaze locking with his.

"We've always spent it together." Came the simple argument, so small and so soft it could've been missed along the way. Sentiment - the shorter version of the answer rang in his head loudly. It was a natural response in other people and though it had rusted away in him, Levi's stomach took a turn at your words as he remembered his own birthday. How he and his mother would almost freeze to death in their dirty home, how they'd stay up late, playing shadow wars on the walls, laughing until their empty stomachs hurt. Then his mother would cough, maybe spit out blood, and when he'd ask if she was okay, she'd smile and pat his head. She's tell him everything was fine. It never was.

"When was the last time you celebrated it for real?" He questioned, face nowhere close to hinting at the thoughts swirling around his mind. They weren't worth mentioning because they were past and the past was better left behind. Levi watched you scoff as you whisked your hand through the air and reclined against the cushion.

"I couldn't because I'd enlisted as a trainee and I didn't have the chance to go home that day. I received the news of them getting killed on the same date during a house robbery a week later. It secured I'd never forget my special day." A sardonic smile sitting at the corners of your mouth, you looked into Levi's eyes and confused him like nobody had until now. You were fifteen, your first expedition had been last month and your parents had been killed when you were eleven years old. And you smiled as you spoke of it but not in the bad way - in the brave way instead. Where that bravery came from when the wounds weren't likely to have healed fully he didn't know.

"And you don't hate your birthday now?" He cocked a questioning eyebrow your way but your smile only softened as you looked at the ceiling like it would start the sentence you had in mind in your stead. When that didn't happen you faced Levi again and spoke up.

"It's a day on which I go talk to my parents every year, I don't see why I should hate it. I usually tell them about my day, my new friends and so on." Your explanation was naïve and stupid but your smile told him you were well aware of how your words had sounded.

"You talk to the tombstones?" Levi asked with raised eyebrows, the idea being too ridiculous not to get questioned. You shrugged your shoulders and gave a small sigh of helplessness before replying.

"I stopped crying long ago and I don't think staring at them intensively is a proper parent-child activity." Your joke made Levi's lips purse in slight reproach directed at himself. He shouldn't have found it funny because it included dead parents and a really unhealthy coping mechanism, but he couldn't help it. Your sense of humour was strange and dry but it sure as hell made him scoff in slight approval.

"Tell me something else about your childhood." He demanded reluctantly, fingers bringing the cup of tea to his lips as you tapped your chin thoughtfully and contemplated which adventure to start with. You never had many friends so most of your stories included animals or you running off in the woods and making yourself flower crowns in abandoned areas with fields close by.

"I had a pet at one point, called him Jim and hid him in my room. Imagine me coming home one day and hearing my mother scream at my father as he smashed something with the butt of his rifle. It was a pretty gruesome scene and I cried a lot but I remember getting scolded for looking after a rat for a whole month straight. Personally, I consider it an achievement." You smirked at the end of your little story and the ebony-haired man stared at you emotionlessly, unimpressed and mildly grossed out by the notion of a child looking after a rat.

"And if it took a dump on the floor?" He asked as you frowned, back leaning against the back of the couch with your arms folded across your chest in defiance. You dared give your superior a small offended glare before answering: "He was very sophisticated, mind you." To which Levi's nose scrunched up in distaste. "He was a rat." The prejudice-filled retort made the corners of your lips curl downwards as your eyes narrowed at the ebony-haired male and his open disapproval before you decided to dig into his past as well.

"You speak of him as if you've never had a pet." You argued calmly, your chin subconsciously having lifted itself in some self-assured little moment where you thought you could outwit your superior. Levi however, was immune to implications and mind-games of the like so his response was honest and straightforward as could be, briefly surprising you with its sincerity.

"That's because I haven't. The only living things I have memories of are cockroaches and the occasional rat. I like neither." The male scowled darkly after taking another sip from his tea and you tilted your head at his words, waiting for some sort of reasoning that would help you understand him a bit better.

"Why?" You questioned, a curious glint shining in your hue as the male shrugged weakly. His reasons had always sounded good - he hadn't had a pet because he hadn't had time for a pet, when you killed and stole for a living, normally you didn't have time to go home and feed your pet. Not to mention the lack of animals in the Underground City altogether. The only times he'd seen a horse was when the Military Police would visit local merchants because even cats and dogs considered the city too bad a place to live at.

"My mother never hesitated to kill them in front of me and as a result, I didn't have time to grow fond of their kind, with having to watch their intestines on my floor and all." The nonchalance in his voice and the hidden disgust in his ashen hues contradicted themselves but you didn't question it because prodding too much was sure to make the Corporal angry and you didn't want to get scolded after coming to feel fairly comfortable around him.

"And your father?" You poked another topic altogether because he hadn't mentioned him once and you were curious as to what kind of person his father would be. Levi himself didn't know. Had he been tall or short, handsome or ugly, kind or mean - maybe the latter in all three cases. Because when it came to the Underground it was always the latter and he was sure it would continue to always be the latter.

"He's a taboo. Don't ask." The male, instead of answering straightforwardly, grabbed the pen he'd left on his desk and started writing the report he'd abandoned some minutes ago in order to humour the stupid idea that had hit him. This conversation had turned in a direction he favoured less than the course he had in mind so, of course, he'd decided to end it altogether. You, however, held a different opinion on the matter.

"He died?" You questioned slowly, gaze pushing at his temple curiously as he glared ahead at the paperwork he doubted he would get to finish today. All the better for him because he wouldn't have to deal with his squad until tomorrow morning which was still something.

"What did I just say?" The glare he shot you made your mouth clamp shut in regret as you hastily apologised and proceeded to avoid eye contact for the following few seconds. Silence settled in and he watched your guilty profile before parting his lips and taking a deep breath. He acknowledged he was making a mistake but he also realised it wouldn't hurt to make the kicked-puppy kind of expression leave your face by satisfying your unending curiosity. "I never knew him." He stated stiffly, making you huff as you fidgeted in your seat and gave an awkward smile.

"At least you didn't have to bear the pain of losing both your parents, it's not a luxury all can afford." You lightened the atmosphere at the price of a brief glare and a weak reprimand but you felt better knowing the stern superior didn't actually dislike you.

"Very funny, (L/N). I'd say you can make everything funny but after a few more expeditions that humour level will surely drop." His eyes narrowed at you and you smiled, confident in yourself and the jokes you could come up with up until the very moment you died. You were sure it would take at least a year to make your humour level decrease but he was yet to learn it and you'd made sure it stayed that way.

"You just watch." The challenge was on and Levi had obviously accepted it - or at least you thought his eyes had told you so. In reality, he resumed doing his paperwork and drinking his tea but the conceited huff he gave out hinted at the confidence he held. Somewhere deep within, however, he hoped he would lose because winning meant never seeing that beautiful haughty smile of yours again and he found it quite refreshing, to say the least.

You sat on the ground, hugging your knees close to your body and weakly digging around the soil in front of the two tombstones with the tips of your boots as you spoke, an absentminded smile sitting on your lips. "Training with him is so fun. I never get to win but that's okay. If he goes lightly on me I'll get mad anyway. You should hear him complain about his squad though, I swear he doesn't realise how adorable he is when he does that." You glanced up, tracing your mother's name with bright hues as the corners of your lips curled up in amusement.

"He's turning twenty-nine this December so he also says he'll be old pretty soon - now that's a good joke. With his face, I don't think he'll look old even when he turns forty. Maybe he'll just get silver streaks in his hair because of me and the rest of the cadets." You released a weak chuckle before thinking of something else and facing the sky instead of the tombstones. Your smile fell and your boots stopped pushing at the ground as your eyes focused on a lone cloud over your head, straying from the green crowns of the trees around the graveyard.

"Remember Melody? I told you about her last year. She was seriously the best friend I could ask for. She died because I fucked up on the expedition three months ago." You gritted your teeth with a spiteful snort as your fingers dug into the fabric of your pants. "I guess it doesn't matter how much I train when I can't save the people who matter most." You gave a pitiful chuckle when your train of thoughts did an abrupt turn and you decided to voice it with a matter-of-fact tone.

"On that topic, I'll have you know their count hasn't hit zero yet. This is a pretty embarrassing thing to say to my dead parents but I really need to get it off my chest now that my best friend's also dead and I'm not dumb enough as to write it down." Your orbs darted back to the tombstones as your fingers started fidgeting. "So, I think I..." Embarrassment wasn't something you were supposed to feel when talking to two inanimate objects and a bunch of air but your heart was beating fast just thinking of what you were about to say. "I think I like Levi." Light wind ruffled your hair and muffled your words but you didn't mind. You spent the next ten seconds staring at the tombstones and waiting for a reaction before a snort escaped your nostrils and you burst out laughing.

"It sounds so strange to say with me being seventeen and him being twenty-eight, not to mention my superior. But I think I do like him. I can't lie to him, I'm constantly worried about him, my mouth's always dry when I talk to him and my heart's always racing when he looks at me. Is this what that's supposed to feel like or is he just giving me minor cardiac arrests?" Your giant grin didn't drop even when the stones give you an answer and the sheen in your hues didn't darken even when you concluded you'd never get one because they were gone forever and you talking to objects with their names engraved on their surface wouldn't change that. "I guess it's useless to ask you." Grin melting away into a soft smile, you shook your head and huffed in mild disappointment.

Year after year you came and put flowers on graves you hoped would magically talk to you when, in fact, your mother would never hear of your crush on your superior and your father would never give you that special candy for your birthday again. It was an inevitable truth you had to learn to live with because at this point of things you were just telling pretty lies to yourself in hopes nobody would break that fragile reality for you. You sat on the ground for a few more minutes, contemplating what else to say, when you heard nearing footsteps.

"Sitting on the ground is really fucking unsanitary, (L/N). I'd rather you get up immediately." You turned to face the frowning Corporal with your usual smile but not before taking a second to appreciate the sight of him in casual clothes - a long-sleeved black shirt and white pants that made your hormonal self blink at him owlishly because the only other option was to literally start drooling. Who knew a year spent in close relations with the stoic superior would make you this much a stupid teenager with a crush. Surely not you.

"Such a way to ruin an emotional bonding moment, Levi. My pants thank you for your unneeded concern, though." You grinned up at him, vouchsafing him the sight of your dimples as he scoffed, hands stuffed in the pockets of his own pants.

"Always the joker. Just get up." He commanded sourly as you rolled your eyes and complied, dusting yourself off before looking at him again. "Here." The small word was followed by the action of him pushing a small object in a shiny wrapper into your hold. Cold fingers brushing against yours, Levi averted his gaze from your expression as you inspected the item he'd handed you, lips parting in surprise at it.

"This is expensive." You stated slowly, eyes unable to part from the shiny wrapper as the ebony-haired male shrugged his shoulders and turned away from you with the intention to start walking back to where you'd left your horses. Some excuse concerning a discount slipped past his lips but you weren't listening intently. You followed with a ponderous step as your head filled with memories of the candy you held and how you'd eat it only on your birthday. Your father's smile graced your memories with its image and you threw the tombstone behind you a brief glance before running up to Levi's side. "You didn't buy one for yourself." You pointed out as the male's ashen hues bore into yours, making you realise the insides of your mouth had once again become dry and your heart rate had accelerated. Stupid crush.

"I don't like sweets." Even his bored voice - something you hadn't paid any particular attention to during your first conversation, had become dangerously attractive as of lately. Everything about him had become attractive all of a sudden but you coming to realise and acknowledge it was a gradual process. You didn't just wake up one day and tell yourself that Corporal Levi Ackerman was the most handsome man you'd seen in your life - no, it was the little things that made you notice your own feelings instead.

One day you'd stare at your own fingers for half an hour after they'd brushed against his, another you'd space off as he talked to you because of unknown to you reasons which later turned out to have been his eyes and how grey they were, the next one you'd catch yourself looking at his hands during a private training session and thinking if they'd be calloused or soft, or subconsciously admiring the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he drank water during breaks. It went on like that for some time, with him doing nothing particularly special and you internally - not to mention unknowingly - worshipping him, until you acquired enough pieces to put the whole puzzle together.

"And I don't like lies but I won't complain." Your retort was sharp and your pout was visible but when Levi threw you a half-hearted fleeting glare you felt your lips stretch in a smile. You inwardly contemplated his reasons for giving you something so similar to a present when it dawned on you they didn't matter one bit - what made a bunch of butterflies dance around in your stomach was the fact he'd done it at all. "Thanks for trying to make me fatter." You joked with a haughty smile as he snorted and you suddenly wondered what it'd be like if you could just hold his hand right now and feel normal for a second. Out on a date with your attractive boyfriend maybe.

"A few more expeditions and you'll stop talking like that." Or maybe not. The ebony-haired male's cold voice made you return to the reality you didn't want to face. Of you being a stupid teenager with an even stupider crush on somebody who was way too perfect to ever agree to be with you; of you having been amazingly lucky to have him regard you differently than the rest and help you when he had way better things to do; of him being too rational to look at you and think of you as anything more than a cadet with too dry and stubborn a sense of humour.

"Or a lot." You smiled at him softly, dimples making an appearance on your cheeks as he huffed and faced the front again, only to look back and see you scowling down at your feet the next second. Unbeknownst to both of you, Levi felt once again that desperate urge to lose this little argument of yours because, willingly or not, he'd gotten way too attached to your smile to let it slip through his fingers now.

"I like you." The surreal statement out of your lips fell on Levi's ears as he was doing his paperwork, concentrated and loyal to not straying from this specific report Erwin had requested of him by midnight. To say he would've been on the verge of choking on his own spit had he not been dazed enough to deem your words a hallucination of kinds wouldn't be a lie.

"What did you say?" Hand lifting his pen from the paper in front of him out of fear the accidental dash he already let happen would repeat if you happened to have said exactly what he considered had been a hallucination, Levi turned to face your form as you sat on the couch to his left, innocently playing with a pen you'd stolen from his desk. You looked up, a small amused smile curling your lips before he saw a spark go off in your eyes. The ebony-haired male just blinked at you, waiting for the moment you would speak and confirm or dismiss his inward hunch on the topic.

"I said... I like you, Levi. You're only twenty-nine, you're not supposed to be deaf yet." Your mild teasing sealed the deal - it hadn't been a hallucination but you'd chosen to degrade it by acting so calmly he could've been deceived all over again. Levi's fingers gently put the pen down as his grey hues clashed with your (e/c) gaze - persistent and sincere, just like every other part of you.

"I don't know if I should address the insult or the confession first." He admitted slowly, though you might've taken it as a mockery of sorts. Confusion had clouded his vision and all he could hear was the phrase 'I like you, Levi' as he stared at your face - calm and collected when it should've been bashful and cutely pouting in nervousness. It made his eyebrows furrow in uncertainty.

This was a specific situation he didn't know how to handle. He'd rejected two girls during his time in the Survey Corps so far but they'd been mere cadets he knew nothing more than the name of. Here came you, though - and he knew you. He knew your face and your laugh and he only need hear you snort in order to recognise you; he went to bed sometimes with the image of your dimples in his mind and he kept his goddamn distance because he couldn't get used to the thought of you having landed him a low blow and unknowingly weakened his defences. This wasn't a situation he'd anticipated but now that it had eventuated the fact he was unprepared didn't matter one bit because he had to deal with it properly if he didn't want to fuck up your whole relationship.

"Suit yourself, I'm not in a hurry." You shrugged, hugging your knees close to your chest after slipping your boots off your feet and resuming your absentminded play with the pen in your hands. You tossed it between your fingers a few times before giving the confused superior a small pointed huff. "Also you don't really need to answer. I suspect it's not exactly mutual." The way you stated it so casually made his shoulders stiffen as his frown deepened. The gears in his mind were overworking themselves but then the puzzle pieces came together - and the big picture seemed so easy to explain using only a single rather simple fact.

"You suspect?" He doubtfully quirked a thin brow at you and your calm behaviour, expecting your answer. Your shoulders were once again briefly shrugged, your delicate fingers were spinning the pen around in your hold and your eyes were impassive, averted from his and focused on the little item you were playing with. Levi suspected you wouldn't come to look at him soon even though you normally adored making eye contact during your moments of painfully casual straightforwardness.

"You have your reasons to think it wouldn't be right, if you've thought about it at all." Your mouth was dry and your heart was beating fast but Levi had no way of knowing that - you were hiding it too well. Your hues were pinned to the pen you'd taken from his desk because otherwise they'd be frantically bouncing around the room and that would give away your nervousness. You had a tendency not to act shy around him at this point of things, but this was a special occasion and though you didn't show it you were being a straight-up teenager on the inside.

"And if I have?" His question brought awareness to your senses but your eyes didn't leave the pen in your hold. He knew he'd made you panic and you were struggling to bring a calm retort to the table but you managed to do it before he had a chance to say anything else that could make you react in a way.

"I'll make fun of you because I'm not deserving of it." The way in which you looked up at him - fearfully, not hopefully - as if only to check if he'd been honest or not, made Levi's brows knit together in mild pity you didn't manage to see because your eyes had already left his visage. The pen you were holding was the most interesting thing you'd ever held - that was the aura you wanted to give off, and even though you managed it was yet to deceive Levi as it should've.

"Which part?" He questioned boredly, hues not once leaving your face. He was searching along the edges for something he might've missed - a spark of insecurity or doubt, or hidden scorn that would make him conclude this whole dialogue had been the product of a cruel joke. He knew however, you'd never joke about something like this and you'd never purposefully avoid meeting his eye if this wasn't serious. It also being the cause for both your inward torment was beside the point. How was it that a seemingly casual normal setting could be so tense if a few sentences held a different meaning than the usual phrases you exchanged?

"The you part. I'm lucky to be this close to you as it is, anything more is me being unfairly lucky and selfish, not to mention you being illogically dumb." You rolled your eyes and your voice betrayed you - there came that little spiteful tone, always accompanied by the sardonic curl of your mouth. Such an unhealthy coping mechanism you had - Levi pondered it for a second before snorting and shaking his head in mild disappointment. It had shown - in a way you wouldn't have expected for him to notice but still.

"Always a fucking joker. It took me some time to figure it's more of a coping mechanism than a genuine response." The ebony-haired male got a hand through his locks in slight frustration as every inward guess of his received official confirmation. You liked him - check. You were afraid to admit it - check. You were nervous - check. You didn't believe there was an outcome in which he liked you back - check. You wanted to get this over with - check.

"Congratulations because I'm going to shit my pants due to nervousness and you're not doing anything to help my situation." You laughed, a snort preceding the action, as Levi cocked a brow at you and tilted his head innocently, much like you did every time you asked him a question.

"You want me to do something?" He inquired curiously with a steady voice, making you shake your head as your nervousness reached its peak and even the pen in your hold no longer helped you sustain your composure. Your hands were slammed against the couch on both sides of your body and your eyes bore into his with a fiery intensity that required a response to your confession.

"Even rejecting me would be helpful, yes." You said with a wry smile that only further helped Levi's decision on the matter of him doing something to relieve you of the stress you'd deliberately put on your own shoulders. The ebony-haired male got up from his seat and stepped towards you, never breaking the eye contact you'd finally decided to engage. When he was standing in front of you and you were gazing up at him with a craned neck and a twitchy wry smile, he spoke.

"You're hoping for too much." Levi had no time to study and enjoy the sight of your bewildered expression but he could proudly state he got to shut up any witty remark that was to leave your lips. Suddenly, everything that had been reality up to this moment turned into a wondrous dream you were having a hard time waking from, all because your superior was kissing you and it felt so much better than what you'd imagined you'd rather believe it wasn't happening at all. But it was real - or so the gentle grip his calloused fingers held over your jaw said, and the hot lips sloppily pressed against your own, and the lack of oxygen in your lungs as your fingers tangled in his ebony locks. Then he parted from you and as your pants fanned his pale face, he used a sultry kind of husky voice you'd never heard before to make your knees wobble to the point you had to steady your feet on the floor. "Say it again." Levi commanded, eager to hear it despite the fact it had been repeating in his head non-stop for the past few minutes, ever since the moment you first said it.

"The part about me shitting my pants or liking you?" Kissing, running, dying - none of those activities would stop you from delivering a professional smart-ass retort in the most intense of moments. Levi, contrary to your expectations, regarded it seriously instead of scolding you for having blurted it out at all, and as his fingers came to rest at the nape of your neck when his knee settled inbetween your legs on the couch, you felt inward gratitude for having said it.

"Liking me." He breathed out against your lips, dark ashen hues making your heart feel like you were in the process of running your hundredth lap of the training grounds just beyond the window to your left. You could spend a decade describing how marvellously in awe you felt being vouchsafed the sight of Levi's beautiful eyes from up close, not to mention clouded with something you liked to think of as lust - lust because of you (his eighteen-year-old cadet who he adored calling a brat) - but you didn't have time for that; his order had called forth the butterflies in your stomach and with them the feeling that had caused their existence altogether.

"I like you." The whisper was weak but distinct, and Levi - no longer eager to receive further vocal clarification - decided the best course of action in this scenario would be to kiss you again but not because it was rational and logical - no, it was because he couldn't get enough of it and he feared this would be his only time tasting it. Your hands moved to his back as his lips pressed against yours with need, body towering over your giddy form.

"A few more expeditions." He huffed once having parted from you, barely lifting his heavy eyelids to look at your reaction. You snorted weakly and cupped the side of his face with the words 'or a lot' before pulling him down for another kiss he had no intention to reject. Levi wasn't set on arguing on that topic ever again - if anything he'd be happy to just lose and watch you laugh at him once some more months had passed. His top priority right now, however, was to just keep that sweet smiling mouth of yours pressed against his, preferably with your soft hands cupping his face in the meantime. And as irony would have it, he was too preoccupied tending to you and his own need to have you close to remember the report he'd been writing at the beginning of this situation - the report he got publicly reprimanded for not having turned in on time the next morning.

The strong odour of disinfectant lingered in the air as the groans of men in pain hung from the depressing white ceiling like a new layer of paint nobody could ever wash off. You stared into Levi's eyes, red and puffy because of the sleepless night he'd spent next to you, constantly holding your hand. Neither of you enjoyed this new location for a romantic date but it wasn't a location you'd deliberately picked yourselves, nor was the currently happening a date of any kind, much less romantic. Your other options of placement were in limited supply, which also meant they were out of supply altogether because you were still here.

"You're totally free to rub it in my face." You started slowly in that usual mocking tone of yours, eyes pinned to the white ceiling as the pillow under your head made your neck feel worse rather than better. Levi cocked a questioning eyebrow at your blunt announcement but you needn't look at him to know it had happened. "My humour level dropping after a few more expeditions." You explained with a wry smile that made his grip on your cold fingers tighten.

"There's some more to go." He objected coldly and you imagined him sitting in his office, writing the usual report and saying that when you finally gave up and let him win the argument. He wouldn't even look at you as he would say it because he'd mean it more than you could ever imagine and a response of any other kind would be too foreign for his mouth to speak. In that reality - that office with you on the couch, gazing at his profile with a soft smile - there would truly be some more expeditions to come before your humour level decreased. But here it wasn't like that. In this cold white room with no privacy provided whatsoever where he cared not he was supposed to be your emotionless unbiased superior, there would be no more expeditions for you.

"Suddenly you're the one trying to be a joker. Remember, it's a coping mechanism, not a genuine response." You laughed weakly but not even the sight of your dimples could make the stoic man's face soften; he was angry and frustrated and he was so tired but he wouldn't even let himself blink if it meant letting you out of his sight for a millisecond.

"It's not a coping mechanism." He reprimanded quietly, in the cold voice you loved hearing so much. It made you smirk, and a snort fought its way out of your system but the laughter did not follow this time. You were too tired for laughter. Your fingers reciprocated his hold the best they could before you locked gazes with his ashen hues, rimmed with red and brimming with a feeling so close to hopelessness you felt pity bubble at the back of your throat at the sight of it.

"I'm rubbing off on you then." You wanted to caress his face and tell him everything was going to be alright. You'd get out of this stinky depressing infirmary and you'd go back to his office for a cup of tea so he could write a report to Erwin which you'd make sure to distract him from. You'd go to sleep in his bed and you'd ask him countless questions about your performance during the expedition. You'd discuss it for hours on end until you grew tired and decided sleep had become a very attractive word, not to mention activity. Then you'd wrap yourself around his body like ivy and wish him good night, only to feel him place a kiss on the top of your head before you drifted off.

"Your birthday's in two weeks, save the bragging for then." The ebony-haired Corporal tore the sweet fantasy from your hold with his words and you could feel the reassuring warmth oozing from his hand seep into your pores like a much-needed anaesthetic. Your lower half was numb and you could hardly breathe properly - it was a miracle you'd come this far but Levi kept persisting and persisting, he kept screaming at the nurses and refusing to let go of your hand as he strayed from his duties, he kept cursing and putting that free hand of his over his eyes - maybe because he was tired or maybe because he didn't want you to see them fill with tears.

"I would've loved to introduce you to the tombstones. You should go meet them, I promise they don't bite." You looked up again, hearing yet another pained groan from the bed beside yours. The man with the missing leg from the front of the formation whose name you couldn't recall, and at the back of the spacious room on the bed in the very corner lay Malik, unable to save Elle during the expedition and having lost his arm as a result. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried not to think of it - her shrill scream as her head got bitten off, but it was the sight that had paralysed your whole squad at the time.

"They're fucking stones, of course, they don't bite." Levi spat caustically, unafraid of who would hear him curse at the inanimate objects. You sighed, smile clinging to your dry lips ever so obstinately as you looked at him and his frown, his tired eyes and slouched posture, his pleading gaze and pouty lips. Even in such a situation, the hormonal part of your teenage self hadn't left you and you considered him ravishing but in a sad puppy kind of way where you wanted nothing more than to cradle him in your arms and keep him there until he got to rest some.

"Then go meet them. I have a letter in my room for them. You should read it, too." You explained slowly in a hushed voice, so weak Levi might've missed it had he been standing further away. He could see you start to drift off into the slumber you craved so desperately these past few hours, but he didn't want to let you sleep - not yet.

"You'll be giving it to them yourself, you lazy brat." The ebony-haired superior rose from the chair he'd sat on for the past eighteen hours, aiding to your every need and persistently glaring down everybody who dared suggest he parted from your side. Maybe it had become obvious to them what your relationship with Humanity's Strongest Soldier was, maybe it hadn't - it was too insignificant a thing to ponder right now. He was yet to let go of you and you could only look at him pleadingly as your fingers gave his strong hand a light squeeze.

"Say it." You commanded, smiling so smugly that it almost made his heart crack in the middle. "The part about liking me back." You intertwined your fingers with his and it broke him to think he hadn't managed to do what he considered a priority above all - the priority of keeping you safe and unharmed, and smiling at him like you had that first time in his office. Levi, in his role of the man who loved you against all odds, stereotypes and rules, leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your smiling lips, so light you might've not sensed it.

"... I like you. I like you a lot." He whispered hoarsely before standing straight again and looking into your eyes. So bright and so beautiful - so couldn't he keep them with him? "So you're not leaving me and I'm not meeting the tombstones in the fucking graveyard alone." He commanded coldly, making you chuckle, to which your lungs wheezed painfully and your fingers relaxed in his hold to the point they felt limp. You smiled at him softly, so softly it would've made him lose his cool had you two been given privacy.

"Such a joker. Keep that dry humour for me, will you?" The words came out calm and small, a joking sentence just below a whisper in a room full of pained moans. Levi watched your eyelids fall closed as your hand went limp in his hold. He steadily observed the heaving of your chest for a few moments as it grew smaller with each breath you took until it wasn't there at all. A gulp getting stuck at the back of his dry throat, he placed his free hand over his eyes and fell to his knees, still clutching your cold fingers with his own. He was bruising your hand but he couldn't let go, if he held on tight enough maybe you'd wake up. Tears were absent in his eyes but he could feel his chest constrict to the point it hurt him physically, and he too, like the many patients in the infirmary, gave out a cry that held just as much pain as theirs despite the absence of its sound.

"This year I'll try to be quick. I'm turning nineteen, which means even last year I was old enough to get married, without your permission, too. Not that you wouldn't give it. I'm sure Levi won't bring it up himself - if he even thinks about it at all - so I'll wait some more but just imagine: me in a white dress and him in a black tuxedo. Dad, I would bet you'd cry. Mom, I'd bet you'd want to hand down your old dress to me.

And Levi, I bet you'll be wearing your cravat even then. I don't mind. You look great in it. I'm not sure about the future but I'm happy right now so I really need to stress that. I think I love Levi and I don't need to ask you if it's true or not - I really do love him. To the moon and back, even if that's just the teenager in me.

You might ask then, if I'm so happy and everything is going so well, why am I writing a letter at all? I have to be honest, I wrote one beforehand each year and I never needed to give anybody instructions to put it on your graves. So this is just a precaution. But in case it becomes reality and reaches you, I can finally admit I've lost. Levi won that little unofficial bet of ours - from the first talk I had with him. My humour level has dropped at last.

It, in the case of my death, will have taken nine expeditions for a total of four years but it will have happened. I'd love to make fun of the fact he would probably regret it now but I don't want him to be sad and I don't want to jinx anything, even though I make sure to admit loss in each letter of precaution.

Now here comes the precaution part: the last thing I want for him is to hurt though I'm aware that's a bit impossible. I'm really sorry for not making it and I'm really sorry for not being able to grace him with one last joke.

I hope I died smiling because he wouldn't be able to rest otherwise. He's always so worried and I hate looking at him when he's tired and sick of caring too much. I'm really scared of dying and I don't want to die. It wasn't always like that. I was scared of dying because it would hurt, at the beginning at least. Then, well, you could say I fell in love. So I don't want to die, ever.

I want to stay with Levi longer, as long as it takes for us to put on those fancy clothes and kiss at that altar. As long as it takes for us to win and go live somewhere in peace, somewhere I'll be able to joke all day long and he'll keep denying I'm funny. As long as it takes for him to say 'I love you' out loud. Everything would be a bit better then. Not alright because it never is, but better, I'm sure of that.

So let's say worse comes to worst. My romantic dreams won't be coming true now. But that's okay too, as long as he doesn't hurt too much, moves on, perseveres and finds another love or simply survives for as long as he needs to rest properly and live calmly.

So, Levi, this part is for you: please don't hurt too much and don't overthink what could've been. Drink tea and write reports and don't think of me too much. It's my mistake, my fault, I have to admit that. You shouldn't save me and you shouldn't blame yourself for not saving me when I'm in the army and am supposed to save myself. This could've been avoided. Maybe if I hadn't talked to you or confessed, I can't decide which would've dealt less damage.

Truth is, I don't want to avoid it. I'm glad for each moment going the way it did. My last ones were probably good too, if you were with me. I think my final joke is a bit too cruel for you and surely not making you laugh but you should admit it was well-placed and ironic - just the way I like it."

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #canon stuff kinda hurt sometimes ngl #not original and also i go back to my hardcore lana del rey phase sometimes so don't judge the motives #either way... angst without a happy ending i guess #also strangers to lovers #i feel deeply for the reader because it's basically venting my own hormonal stuff or how they were because... i wrote this 2? years ago?#ye we all thirsty but is fine in dreamland we can have our man #enjoy?

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stevenose · 5 days

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bite back (18+)

a drabble i wrote for @cambridgemadness - thank you for your support darling!!! 🫶🏻

summary: steve’s such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; ‘good girl’; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve … receiving?);

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You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted.

He has no idea what you’re scheming.

“Steve,” you smile, reaching out for him. “Come here, pretty boy.”

He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. “You look so beautiful,” he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. “Just gorgeous, y’know that?”

You bite your lip, giggling. “All for you, Stevie.” Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steve’s breath hitch above you.

“Why don’t I do something for you, hm?” he asks, running a big hand through your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. “Been wanting to taste you all night.” You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until he’s only in his underwear.

“What do you want, Steve?” you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what he’ll say.

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.

You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that you’re sure will work soon enough.

You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach.

Steve’s size is part of why he won’t be rough with you. Even though you’ve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. He’s far from the first person you’ve ever been with, but he’s certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. He’s so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls.

You want him to make you take all of it.

You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong.

“You can touch me,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft.

“I know,” he replies, voice a little shaky. “Don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

You look up at him. Are you serious?

Steve tilts his head and frowns. “C’mon. You know I’m a big softie.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. “What makes you think you can hurt me?”

A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. “You - you know. I’m strong.”

“Uh-huh,” you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. “Super strong, Steve.”

“I am!”

“Not that I would know.” Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. “Never really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.”

He scoffs, opening his eyes. They’re half hooded. “That’s total bullshit.”

You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. “Good girl.”

You love that - when he’s sweet with you for pleasuring him. It’s all you want to do. Christ, it’s all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when he’s soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you.

You’d just like it a bit more intensely.

You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. “D’you really think I’m a good girl?”

He scratches your scalp softly. “Mhm.”

“Then why don’t you give me a reward, huh?”

His brows twitch in annoyance. It’s not often at all that you see him like this. He’s usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. “My cock’s right here, baby.”

Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. “Can you help me take it?” you ask.

“You’re so smart, angel,” he coos, scratching your head softly again. “Pretty little brain of yours can figure it out.”

“Fine. Let me see….”

You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. “There you go,” he groans out. “S-see? Knew you could figure it out.”

You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat.

You’ll make him work for it.

You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself.

“Like that?” you ask, voice innocent.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he pants. “Just like that, baby.”

Just like that. You have him trapped.

You continue your movements, taking Steve’s cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesn’t take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp.

“Little more? Please?”

You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. “More?” you ask, voice thick. “But I thought I was doing good, Steve.”

He shivers. “You are doin’ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, y’know how.”

You blink. “I don’t think I do.”

He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. “We both know you do.”

So now you take him into your throat, but you don’t wrap your lips around his shaft. It’s messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair.

“You’re killin’ me,” he groans.

“I don’t get it,” you pout, chin a mess. “I’m doing what you’re asking me to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then why don’t you show me?”

Steve’s jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. “Don’t know if you can handle that,” he finally says.

You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. “Maybe you just can’t handle me-“

Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red.

You smile wide. Got you.

“This what you wanted?” he asks, jerking himself off slowly. “Want me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you can’t handle.”

You nod, thighs rubbing together.

He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder.

“You take my fingers well enough,” he observes, “Not sure why you wanna act like you can’t suck cock all of a sudden.”

He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates.

He spits again, then slides into your throat.

You haven’t been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steve’s hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around.

“Fuck,” he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. “Christ, God, you’re so n-needy. So fuckin’ needy. Spread - spread your legs.”

You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesn’t seem to mind so much this time. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. “Don’t act like such a prude.”

Smack!

You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. It’s so neglected that the pain feels good.

“Look at you,” he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. “Can’t - shit - w-wait to see how wet y’are by the end.”

He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them.

“Look what you’re makin’ me do,” he whines. “Makin’ such a mess of you.”

“Do you like it?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Too much.”

Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them.

“This is what I wanted,” he pants, hips thrusting. “Wanted to see these fuckin’ tits.”

You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose.

“Touch yourself,” he moans lowly. “Know y’want to.”

You don’t hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. You’re so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal.

“You do so good for me, huh?” he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. “Let’s see how long you can hold it.”

He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steve’s cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until you’re squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back.

“Spit.”

You do, right onto your own face. It’s so humiliating but it’s so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose.

“You’re so good for me,” he pants. “You okay? Can you keep taking it?”

You nod, heart beating out of your chest.

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #thanks again!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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strawberry-cowmilk · 7 months

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the brothers when they realise mc will die one day

-> brothers x mc

a/n: it's been a good minute since I wrote actual ultimate painful angst so here you go while I wait for my hot makeup sponge soap soup to help me clean the things

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: angst, death, crying, sports injury

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Lucifer

he was peacefully listening to a new record he got with you next to him

lucifer was a great fan of this certain composer so he started to talk a little about the music and the meaning behind it

'the composer wrote this piece for their deceased partner-' he suddenly went quiet once he realised he will be like the composer one day

you had already fallen asleep to hear what he said, lucifer carefully pressed you close, afraid of waking you up and afraid of the day you'll leave him

Mammon

mammon was very bored since lucifer took away his card as a punishment, so he decided to watch tv

he was just browsing the channels and ended up watching the news

mammon was already upset about not having his card, and all the depressing stuff on the news made him more sad, and one certain report hit him with the reality that humans die way before demons

tears stung at his eyes as he instantly called you, asking where you are and if you're willing to cuddle him

Leviathan

he got a new game off of akuzon and you're playing it together

it just happens that you're absolutely terrible at this game so you keep dying every two minutes

it was funny at first, you and levi were laughing about it until he suddenly went quiet and started crying

before you could ask him what happened he hugged you and started begging you to not die for real

it took some while for him to calm down a little, you're his (only) friend, how will he live without you?

Satan

he was working on a group rad project with solomon, eventually he started talking about how he accidentally made himself immortal

eventually satan demanded to know how he did it, and he was pretty angrily asking too, during the conversation he realised you are not immortal (unlike solomon)

the prof literally had to separate them because satan was getting too angry

satan wasted no time, he went to look for you so he can spend time with you and forget his awful thoughts

Asmodeus

there was some fashion week event in the devildom and some high fashion brand asked asmo to model for them (he accepted)

but on the day of the event, it got cancelled

asmo was not pleased with this, but you told him it's ok and you can watch him on the catwalk next time he gets invited, but the thing is that probably won't be until another 500 years-

he realised there's a very good chance you won't be alive for the next time, he cried and clung to you, denying reality

Beelzebub

beel was playing the finals of his fangol game and things were getting very serious, there were players getting tackled left and right pretty badly

his mind started to drift away from the game for a while, and remembered that time you asked him to play with you

but if you, a human, were on this field, you'd probably get badly injured, or worse

the coach had to get a time out because the team's got beel literally crying his eyes out on the bench

the team won, but beel is not in the mood for celebrating

Belphegor

it just randomly hit him

he was looking at the stars next to you in the planetarium and something about the stars today made him think about everything, and eventually the fact that humans don't live long compared to demons

he turned to you, said something along the lines of 'don't go' and curled up against you, falling asleep

belphie needed to give himself a good dream right now otherwise he feels like he won't be able to handle it now

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me angst #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #gn!mc #tw death #tw injury

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It's A Wrap!

Working on Attack on Titan as a makeup artist has irreversibly changed your life. As the end rapidly approaches, you find that letting go is harder than you’d thought. After years of harbouring feelings for Levi that you can’t divulge, his final day on set arrives. You know it’s time to say goodbye to him and part ways—but maybe you don’t have to.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

Tags & warnings: Actor!Levi, Makeup artist!Reader, fluff, confessions, friends/idiots to lovers, alcohol consumption, briefly implied sexual content, AOT finale spoilers

Word count: 6.9k words

A/N: I’m back, happy Levi month everyone! I wrote this over the last month to cope with the fact AOT was ending and also life stuff. This is incredibly self indulgent, also I would love to tell more stories and scenarios in this AU, so this probably won’t be the last one-shot I write for actor!Levi and MUA!Reader hehehe. Disclaimer that I don't work in film or TV or makeup, sorry if there are any inaccuracies. Also please forgive me for the uncreative title, lol. Hope you enjoy the fic!

Levi’s last day on set is bittersweet.

For the final time, you lean against the wall and count down the seconds on your watch. The trailer door swings open to reveal the man of the hour. On par for the course, Levi arrives fifteen minutes on the dot before his scheduled arrival time. He’s holding his usual steaming flask of tea in one hand, with a nondescript rucksack (save for a Badtz-Maru keychain gifted to him from the Sanrio collaboration) slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” you greet him, pushing off from the wall, moving towards him like a moth to flame. He sets down his things in the sitting area and meets you halfway, letting you pull him into your arms. After years of working alongside each other, you’ve both grown accustomed to greeting each other like this in private, especially after the stress the two of you had put yourselves under during the Season 3 shoots.

“How are you feeling? It’s your last day.” You ask him as the two of you part. To your dismay, you’re already missing the warmth of his embrace.

“I’m fine. I’m not going to get all sappy about it.” His face is placid.

“That’s what Hange said when they filmed their death scene, and we saw how that ended,” you say lightheartedly. Hange had sworn to remain jovial and upbeat throughout their last day, but after seeing the several other actors cry at their phenomenal acting, they had promptly broken down. “And I bet you anything that Eren’s going to say that when he and Mikasa do the cabin scene next week, and we all know he’ll be the first to start crying and the last to stop.”

Levi rolls his eyes before he enters the wardrobe area, but you know he’s not serious. “If you think I’m going to break down in tears like Hange and the kids did, you’re dead wrong,” he continues, out of sight.

You smile. “Sure. It’s alright, you know, if you do end up crying. It’s an end of an era, we’re all going to get emotional.”

A few moments later, Levi emerges in costume, sans the bandages. He sits down in front of the mirror at the vanity table. “Yes, but I’m satisfied with what I’ve done here, and I have no regrets,” he muses out loud, continuing on from before. “And it’s not like I’m done with the show. There’s the wrap party, then the press tour and all that. So don’t expect me to get all worked up today. I’m not saying goodbye to Attack on Titan just yet.” His voice softens towards the end.

But it is goodbye for us, you wish to say. And I don’t want it to be. You haven’t been contracted for any of their press events. After you finish with Attack on Titan, you’ll have a handful of weeks before your upcoming contract for a new show begins. It’s a wonderful opportunity; the show is airing on a major streaming service and requires you to push your SFX skills to the limit. Sasha had been cast in one of the main roles and both Onyankopon and Nifa will make appearances too, so you’ll see some familiar faces on this new project. But selfishly, you aren’t ready to let go and move forward. Selfishly, you aren’t ready to part ways with Levi.

Sure, the two of you will make an effort to talk every now and then. You know him far better than to assume he’ll stop talking to you the moment Attack on Titan is finished; despite him being standoffish at first, it’s clear Levi cares deeply about everybody he’s ever worked with, cast or crew alike. But the chances of your demanding schedules ever lining up again are close to zero, and sooner or later, your frequent messages will fizzle out into a conversation lost to the ages. You’ll drift, until the two of you are strangers once more. It’s inevitable; you’ve seen it happen before with your actor friends from old projects. No doubt it’ll happen again.

You consider addressing the elephant in the room, wondering if it lingers on his mind, too. But instead, you hum in agreement and pass him a headband to hold his hair out of the way. He puts it on, clearly content to not bring it up just yet.

Levi chews on the inside of his cheek as you sort out your equipment on the vanity table. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his lips, which are a little more chapped than usual. It’s clear there is something else that’s bothering him, but you decide to let it go for now. Sometimes Levi just needs to sit with his thoughts for a moment. You’ve learned that being pushed just makes him close himself off even more. A life in the limelight can be unforgiving. Kuchel Ackerman had been the brightest star of her generation, but behind the scenes, her personal life was far from glamorous. It doesn’t surprise you that her son keeps his heart and feelings well-guarded.

As he sits and stews, you apply chapstick and some basic ‘barely-there’ makeup on his face, before creating the illusion of a hard-fought battle by adding a light layer of grime to his face. You’ll add more after the scar and bandages. As you work, Levi takes out a folder from his bag, which is embellished with a small cat sticker that Hange had stuck on years ago. From it, he takes his copy of the script, nary a crease in the sheets. Brow furrowed, he reads it over and over, mouthing his lines with the fervour of a prayer.

Now, that is odd.

“There is something on your mind, isn’t there?” You’ve also read the script for today’s scene. The director had decided to save Levi’s most poignant scene—where his character salutes the ghosts of his fallen comrades—for the very end of his shoot. (Levi’s epilogue scene had been shot a week prior.) This would be his most challenging scene yet, for it would be the first time he and his character will ever cry on screen. “You can tell me if you want. Anything you need to help you focus. There’s still time.” You give him a quick squeeze on his shoulder.

Stormy eyes glance up at his reflection, than up at yours. He puts down the script and sighs, voice subdued. “I just want to do the Captain’s ending justice, and I don’t think I can.”

“I think you can,” you murmur. You gesture for him to close his eyes, and pick up your finest brush. Willing your hand and heart into steadiness, you bring the brush up to his forehead, where the largest scar begins. You’ll never get used to how infuriatingly gorgeous he is. “No. I know you can. There is no doubting just how much you care about portraying him correctly.”

He swallows. “Well, I’ve never cried on camera before.” He stops, giving you a moment to work.

With the utmost care, you begin to draw the main line of the largest scar, the one that passes through his eye and lips. As the brush passes over his eyelid, it twitches ever so slightly, his long lashes tickling your hand. Smiling, you brush away a stray lash that had fallen onto his cheek. As you extend the line down his cheek, you try to reassure him. Levi’s usually so steadfast, but it makes sense that something like this would grow heavy on his mind.

“You’ve been practicing it with your coach, though, right? I mean, I’ve had to cover up your swollen eyes a number of times this season.”

“Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The brush reaches his lips. He opens his eyes, looking up at you through lowered lashes. Your heart aflutter, you staunchly ignore any and all thoughts of kissing him. Doing so has become more and more difficult with every passing day. Especially when every now and then, you think you see him glancing down at your lips whenever you lean in close to examine a detail of your work.

It’s more than likely that you’re imagining it, though.

Finally, the brush reaches his chin, finishing the outline of the first scar. You lean back to admire your work. After many instances of painstakingly painting on the scars and agonising over continuity, you don’t have to look at your old reference pictures to know the exact shape and curve of them, down to the millimetre. But you do so anyway, and smile in satisfaction when you compare today’s line to the pictures from the first time you drew them on him for practice. A perfect match.

“I know you’ve been working hard at it,” you continue assuring him, putting down the reference photos. “You’ve definitely come a long way.”

“Yeah, but I’m shit at it, actually. All those times we joked about how Eren would take forever to conjure a single tear every time he needed to cry, and now here I am in the exact same position. He’s going to rub this in my face should he ever find out.” He chews the inside of his cheek again, looking down. “Damn it. Don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m not… I don’t get nervous. I don’t show up to work feeling unprepared. That isn’t me. But today, it is.”

It’s unsettling, to see him so unsure of himself. His nerves are understandable, as he came into the show with more of a stuntman background and little actual acting experience. But anybody who’s worked alongside him could easily tell you just how dedicated he is to improving his craft, and that nobody else could play the Captain with the same quiet subtleties that Levi brings to the screen.

You hope your smile is somewhat reassuring to him. “And that’s okay. You know, crying on command really isn’t easy. I’ve worked with countless actors and many also find it difficult.” In your experience, most actors need a while to work themselves up to cry. The most obvious exception is Armin, who has the unnerving ability to turn it on and off like a light switch. “For you, all you need to do is make one tear out of one eye. You’ve managed to do that before, right?”

He nods, but the firm clench of his jaw and the crease between his brows don’t fade.

“So, it’s nothing that you haven’t practiced. And on the off chance that you can’t do it today, that’s perfectly fine. I have eyedrops in my bag.”

“Yeah, but…” He shakes his head in frustration. “This is going to sound dumb, but it… I don’t know, that feels like cheating. I know you’re thinking I’m being an idiot, and I probably am. I know eyedrops are common practice. It’s just… This is my character’s last moment before the epilogue, and I want it to be real. I don’t want to take the easy way out.”

“No, it’s not stupid. There’s no shame in needing to use eyedrops if you end up not being able to cry today, but it’s really admirable that you want to do it as authentically as possible. I think that since this is your final scene, and so many people are returning this morning, it’ll be easier than usual to muster up those tears.” Reaching for a set of different brushes and paint, you instruct him, “here’s what we’re going to do. I need you to just listen whilst I do the rest of your scars. I don’t want you to get trapped in your head about this, okay? Overthinking will just make it harder to get into character. Isn’t that what you said to Mikasa all those years back? It worked wonders for her. I often forget that this show was her first ever gig, with how good she’s become.”

He scoffs. “Really? You’re using my own words against me?”

“Well, what use is your own advice if you can’t follow it yourself?”

After a moment of hesitation, Levi sighs in defeat and closes his eyes again. “Shit, you’re relentless. Fine, then. I’ll trust you.”

You get to work, drawing the outlines of the second scar parallel to the first, then the smaller ones on his other cheek. As you add in the details, such as the texture of the stitches, you remind Levi of another story that he himself told you. He’d never worked with horses before being cast in this show, and yet was one of the quickest learners. Unsurprisingly so, since he’s incredibly kinaesthetically intelligent. To this day, the cast insists he looks the most at ease atop a horse, only second to Erwin, who actually used to ride in his childhood. You remind him that every single time, his hard work has more than paid off.

Somewhere down the line, you go off topic. Levi makes no move to stop you. In fact, he seems content just to listen to you talk about anything, everything. As the wounds take shape on his face, you reminisce on anecdotes from set, on the time the two of you spent together. With fondness, you recall your first meeting. Back then, you were an lowly assistant on the SFX team, transforming an unassuming man into the wounded soldier who, in his dying moments, listened to the Captain’s vow to eradicate the titans and bring meaning to his sacrifice. You talk about how the two of you grew closer during the filming of the second season, when Levi had a lot more free time to talk. How difficult the third season had been to film due to both of you being spread thin by additional responsibilities.

You skim over that time Levi mentioned you in an interview when asked about a favourite memory on set, and how warm it made you feel. You don’t talk about how you’d genuinely teared up after watching the final cut of the scene where Hange discovers a half-dead Levi by the riverbank, despite knowing that his ‘injuries’ were nothing more than your own handiwork.

And, with your heart clenching painfully, you certainly don’t dare to bring up the almost-kiss at last year’s cast and crew Halloween party.

———

“Cut! Perfect! Aaand that’s a wrap for Levi!”

The set erupts into thunderous applause. You clap heartily alongside the rest of the cast and crew. A deafening symphony of whoops and cheers fills the air, and if not for the growing lump in your throat, you’d join in too.

A standing ovation. Levi deserves it and more. Just as you expected, every angle the director wanted to capture had needed one take each, not a single one more. No eyedrops needed.

From your position, you can see Levi still sitting by the rock. Strangely, he makes no move to get up. Curious as to why, you peer past some crew members that had moved in the way, but you’re greeted with a sight that pulls at your heartstrings. Your eyes sting with new tears.

Curled up by the rock, Levi has his face buried in his hands, his shoulders heaving with quiet sobs.

Something in your chest aches. You knew that he would get emotional at the end—there was no way he wouldn’t, especially considering that his character cried too—but you didn’t expect him to feel so overwhelmed.

On instinct, your feet propel you towards him, but you’re promptly cut off by a few other crew members moving around. Through your rapidly blurring vision, you can only watch as several of the returning cast members rush forward from the smoke. Hange reaches him first, and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. Erwin is second, kneeling next to the duo and rubbing Levi’s back comfortingly.

Sniffling, you quickly wipe away your tears, remembering suddenly that you still have something to do. Unnoticed, you slip away from set.

There is a tradition amongst the cast that whenever a character dies, the actor receives a bouquet of flowers from the cast and crew. (A size limit had to be enforced after a very emotional Gabi had presented Sasha with a bouquet so large it couldn’t fit through the trailer door.) For this final season, the tradition has expanded to gifting the actor a bouquet when they wrap, for the characters that survive all the way to the very end.

The door to Connie’s trailer is unlocked when you arrive, just as he said it would be. Inside, you find a vase full of vibrantly coloured flowers on the kitchenette counter in the exact spot where you’d left it earlier this morning. Several weeks ago, the cast and crew had all nominated you to put in the order for the bouquet and present it to Levi on his final day, and Connie had offered to help you hide it from Levi until it was time. Careful to not drip water all over the floor, you pick up the flowers and jog back to set.

The fog machines are being carried out by the time you return. You immediately scan the set for Levi, but it seems he has been completely buried under a massive group hug with the veterans cast, no doubt Hange’s doing. You can’t help but smile at the sight. Most of the crew members appear to be taking a break before clean-up, as it is the end of the day. The air is filled with chatter, but a hush descends upon the crowd as you approach.

The actors peel away from the hug one by one. A smiling Petra helps Levi get to his feet. The bandages on his face are halfway unravelled. With one hand, he yanks them off, leaving both of his eyes to gaze at you unobstructed, ablaze with an intense emotion you can’t quite place. With his other hand, he quickly wipes away the half-dried tears on his cheeks.

“On behalf of the cast and crew,” you say hoarsely, “I give you these.” You step forward and present him the bouquet. “It’s been an honour. Thank you for everything, Levi.”

His fingers gently graze yours as he takes the flowers from you. Tenderly, he holds them close to his chest.

“I was wondering where you went just now,” he says. Of course he’d noticed. “Should’ve known you’d be the one to give me this…” His voice wavers towards the end. He scoffs and wipes at his eyes. “And to think I was done blubbering like a baby. Damn it. You were right.”

He pulls you into a hug without a second thought.

———

Somehow, you’ve been roped into taking photos for everyone. Levi unwraps the bandages around his hand before he begins. He first takes a photo with the director and producer, who both thanking him dearly. They part with a handshake. Almost immediately after, the cast members of the Alliance, along with Eren and Zeke, all swarm forward for a big group photo. They’d all come to watch in support, even if several of them weren’t scheduled to come in today. Connie confesses that he’d helped hide the bouquet by letting you into his trailer. Levi makes a light-hearted remark that he should’ve figured that out too, considering Connie also helped hide Hange’s bouquet—which Levi himself had been responsible for ordering and retrieving.

The veteran actors come forward next. Fitting them all into the camera frame was a challenge, but you manage to do it after one of your makeup assistants finds you a stool. Somehow, Erwin manages to persuade Levi into doing the Scout salute with the rest of them. (“I just did it in the scene, though… Fine, I’ll indulge in your corniness for today, you dorks.”) When he presses his fist to his chest one last time, the veterans erupt into cheers.

Hange and Erwin both stay back for a little longer. The trio pose for more photos, all grinning widely, though you decide to put a stop to the mini-photoshoot when Hange attempts to pick Levi up bridal-style and almost drops him.

(“When I said ‘put me down’, I didn’t mean for you to drop me with no fucking warning!”

“I didn’t mean to drop you. Besides, I caught you, didn’t I? You’re fine, see?”)

After that fiasco, Levi asks to take one with the original Special Ops Squad, as it had been years since they’d managed to meet up.

Zeke comes back for another photo, slipping one arm around Levi’s shoulders. As you meet the taller man’s eyes over the top of his phone, he winks mischievously, holding two fingers up in bunny ears above Levi’s unsuspecting head. Say nothing, he mouths to you. With a herculean effort, you suppress your laugh. Zeke has made it his personal mission to photobomb every main cast member from the finale. After months of shooting, Levi is the last one standing, and it’s incredibly entertaining how hard Zeke tries to finish his mission, even now.

“Hand down, Zeke.”

“Damn it, how did you know?”

“You’re about as subtle as Reiner is when he pretends he hasn’t broken a prop.”

Zeke laughs. “Nothing gets past you, Levi, does it?”

As the two continue to playfully bicker, more jokes than actual verbal barbs, you open the photo you’d managed to take split seconds before Levi called Zeke out. “Mission accomplished,” you say, and a delighted Zeke reaches over Levi’s head to high-five you. Looking mildly betrayed, Levi whips his head back around to face you.

You grin sheepishly as you pass Zeke’s phone back to him, the photo on display. “Sorry. I had to help him.”

“Why are you two like this?” Levi says, shaking his head, barely holding back a smile. He and Zeke part after a hug and a promise to get drinks soon.

Levi’s promptly joined by Falco and Gabi, and after their photo is taken, he ruffles their hair affectionately, which makes Gabi yelp. He really has stepped into the ‘cast dad’ role, a development that you find endlessly endearing. Soon after, their parents arrive to take them home— the kids have quite an early start tomorrow to film their scenes with Annie and Kiyomi on the boat.

Jean and Connie take the chance to snatch a couple of selfies with him, before the latter asks if he could join them to film a TikTok for the show’s official account. To Levi’s utmost relief, it isn’t a dance challenge. Connie instead asks him a few questions about how he feels about the show ending, and what the show means to him—he’s putting together a montage of every cast member’s responses.

On the sidelines, just out of view, you watch Levi give his answers. An ember of warmth kindles in your chest.

Soon after, Levi’s approached by the stunt team, headed by an old friend of Levi’s from his stuntman days. She’d made a cameo in the third season as Kenny’s lieutenant. You happily take a group photo for them.

After you hand Caven’s phone back to her, Hange taps you on the shoulder, having finished catching up with the other cast members. You smile as they hug you tight, swaying on the spot; today is the first time you’ve seen them since they filmed their death scene a few months back.

“It’s so good to see you!” They say, linking arms with yours. “Sorry it took so long to come and find you.”

“Don’t worry! It’s lovely having you back. How are you finding your return?”

“It’s great! I’ve really been missing this, even though it hasn’t been that long.” They pout.

“Oh, we’ve all missed you too, Hange,” you say, smiling. “Have you been up to much since you left?”

“Well, I visited my dad for a bit, then I sent in an audition tape for this thriller movie that my agent thinks I’ll be a good pick for. I also got a few other offers, but I’m a little on the fence. I’ll consider those if I don’t get that thriller role, but who knows when I’ll hear back from them?”

“I bet you’ll get it. Thrillers are right up your alley.”

“You flatter me, dear,” They grin. “Anyways, I am here to say that you are the only one left who has not taken a picture with Levi. And that needs to change. The two of you need something to remember this day by!” You realise they’ve been guiding you towards the rock, where Levi, Mikasa, Armin and Eren are deep in conversation. The younger actors are laughing boisterously at something Levi had said, heads tilted back, sporting wide grins. Levi’s still cradling his bouquet carefully, a soft smile as he speaks, looking up at his younger cast mates with endearment. Your heart warms at the sight.

The quartet look up as you approach. The younger actors wave goodbye, disappearing into the crowd. Hange quickly ushers you and Levi together, their phone already out of their pocket. “Alrighty, here we go!” They cheer. “Oi, look lively now, Levi. It’s the last photo!”

“Was about time we did this,” you whisper to him as you come close. At first, you settle into your usual stance whenever you take a photo with a cast member, but Levi is not just any cast member. Not to you. Gnawing on your lip, you grapple with yourself for a fleeting moment. Your professional side barely puts up a resistance, and so you lean in to whisper a question. Briefly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss the delicate shell of his ear. You banish the traitorous thought, best as you can.

“Hey, can I put my arm around you for this?” As close as you and Levi have grown over the years, the two of you save your brief hugs for behind the scenes, in private. Physical affection is rare with him otherwise—whilst the cast tend to be very touchy with one another, Levi is usually seen on the sides, watching them with a quiet fondness in his eyes. That hug from earlier—it had to be a fluke, right?

And yet, he sighs, and bridges the small gap between you. His free arm moves behind you, a warm, firm hand comes to rest at your back. “You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmurs in return. “I hugged you earlier, didn't I? Quit worrying. Go ahead.”

Warmth blooming inside you, you lean sideways towards him on impulse. You slide your own arm behind him, and Levi leans into your touch. “Just so you know,” he continues, “it was an honour working with you too.”

Hange starts to count down from three. A wave of emotion hits you, almost sweeps you off your feet. This is it. Your last day of working with him.

Still so much left unsaid.

Straining to keep your composure, you offer a wide, bright smile for the camera.

———

The next few hours are spent tidying and cleaning up. Most of the actors have gone home, but Levi stays behind to help out the crew, as he always does without fail. With how emotionally taxing the day had been, it’s a wonder he didn’t go back to his trailer immediately to crash. As if you couldn’t admire him any more.

Your eyelids are heavy by the time you finish up and arrive at Levi’s trailer. When you enter, he is slumped in a chair in front of the vanity mirror, already changed out of his costume.

Neither of you say a single word as you carefully wipe away the scars and the grime. Your traitorous hands linger for a split second too long whenever they brush against his smooth skin. In his stormy eyes are that same intense look he’d given you when you first appeared with the bouquet.

You wonder what it means.

Sooner or later, one of you will have to break this fragile silence. Levi decides to take the matter into his own hands, catching you off guard. “I guess this is it.”

The sting in your eyes returns with a fierce vengeance. You turn away for a moment, rapidly blinking your oncoming tears away. An invisible vice clamps down, mercilessly clenching your chest.

You choke on your words, but you get them out somehow. “I’ll miss you.” Not the three words you’ve been yearning to say for the last year, but it will have to do. “I’m going to miss you. So much. It’s been…” You wrack your brain, but there is no singular adjective you know of that could truly describe the past few years working on this show with him. “You know what I mean. Right?”

“I know what you mean.” Levi stands, turning to face you properly. The troubled crease between his brows return. “Look, I… I have to tell you something. Hear me out?”

Your heart thunders in your chest. You nod. “Yeah. Of course.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Remember this morning? I said I was satisfied with my work here. That I have no regrets.”

Barely able to breathe, you can only manage to nod.

“But that isn’t true. Not really. There is one thing I regret,” he says, slowly, cautiously.

Voice barely a whisper, you ask. “What is it?”

“That we never talked about what almost happened at Halloween last year.”

The world comes to a halt.

Dimmed lights. Bass reverberates through your bones. The aftertaste of a Bloody Mary lingers on your tongue. Levi is just centimetres away, his chest almost flush with yours. His eyes valiantly fight to stay focused on the intricate titan-shifter makeup on your cheeks, before he gives in and his line of sight drops to your lips. Unconsciously, he leans in slightly, seemingly gravitating towards you.

Devastating. That is the first word that comes to your mind. It is high time you realise that he will be the end of you; he could ask anything of you and you’d do it. Your heart beats for him.

Caught in his orbit, your face tilts towards his.

A drunken crew member barges past, jostling your shoulder. You yelp, stumbling to the side, before Levi’s hands—warm, steady, safe—catch you. The spell broken, he lets go the moment you are upright, averting his eyes from yours. Levi takes a step backwards—a small one, because there is barely any space in the corner of the room the two of you are tucked into. But to you, he suddenly feels so distant, that he might as well be on the other side of the universe.

“I need some air,” he says, stoic mask falling back into place. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, Levi turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd, taking all the warmth of the room with him.

No. This is dangerous territory. Since that night, the two of you had constructed an unspoken agreement to pretend nothing had ever happened. Levi had never made any impression that it was anything other than a drunken lapse in professionalism. For a while, you wondered if he even remembered that moment, or if it had all been in your head, a result of you projecting your own desires onto him.

Regardless, he had never brought it up. You’d been content to do the same. It was—and still is—impossible to fathom that Levi would ever want you.

“Tell me,” he says hoarsely, “that I wasn’t imagining things that night, and every day since. Tell me I’m not imagining that you’ve been looking at me like…”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Like what?”

“Like that!” He snaps. His hands tremble in a way you’ve never seen before as he gestures towards you, voice tinged with desperation. “Like how you’re looking at me right now. I-I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. Because if I had… maybe I would’ve…”

The staggering realisation of what he’s trying to say sinks in.

Choking back a sob of relief, you reach out for his hands, and he offers them to you with no resistance. A light blush sweeps across his face as he stares at your interlocking fingers with something akin to wonder.

Breathlessly, you dare to ask. “Do you mean it? That if you had known how I felt, you… you would’ve kissed me?”

“Yes. I would’ve. I wanted to, more than anything.” With that, Levi finally looks up from your joined hands. The burning look he’s been giving you all throughout today—you recognise it, now, plain and simple.

His earlier words ring in your mind. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner.

“Oh, Levi,” you whisper.

He continues on. “And if I had known how you felt, I wouldn’t have upped and left you like that. I was being a shitty coward, for running away and pretending it never happened, and never giving you an explanation when you deserved one. I was scared, I think, of ruining what we already had. You didn’t imagine anything on my part, it happened, and you didn’t do anything wrong that night… I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you squeeze his hands; warm, steady, safe. “You aren’t imagining things on my end either. I’m in love with you, and have been for a while now.” You don’t need him to say those precious words back for now—Levi’s endearingly clumsy attempt at confessing means more to you than he’ll ever know. “And I forgive you for running out on me that night. We both thought it didn’t mean anything to the other person. For so long, I thought that even if you did, things would never work out, that today would be goodbye, because I have a new contract on the other side of the country, and you’ll be going back to stunt work, a-and…” Your voice trembles, so you force yourself to stop, and breathe.

“It will work. I swear it, I’m not saying goodbye to you. I don’t care what’s coming next, we can make it work.” He seems to muster his resolve, tugging you closer. “No more dancing around this like idiots. We have enough lost time to make up for.”

Smiling so widely your cheeks ache, you playfully poke his cheek. “Well, you can always begin with the kiss you owe me, yeah?”

“You smart-arse.” Levi chuckles, before gently cupping the back of your head with his hand. In a swift movement, he leans in and captures your lips with his.

It’s nothing short of divine.

Levi kisses you with years worth of yearning behind it. His other hand moves to cradle your face, thumb brushing against the curve of your cheek, wiping away a stray tear of happiness.

Eyes fluttering shut, you deepen the kiss. Tongues move in tandem, and it isn’t long before hands begin to roam, exploring the terrains of each other’s bodies with an almost innocent curiosity. Heat simmers underneath your skin, a carnal flame yearning to be stoked, to devour.

For now, though, you’ll have to temper it.

Coming up for air, you close your eyes, resting your forehead against his. As much as you desperately want him, you don’t want your first time having sex with Levi to be in a trailer on set, with multiple crew members still milling around outside and packing up for the day. You tell him as such, and he murmurs his agreement after kissing you once more.

“Glad we’re on the same page about that, so…” Realising what you’re about to say next, you choke back a grin at your own cheesiness. “You wanna go back to your place or mine?”

Levi rests his forehead on your shoulder and chokes back a laugh. “Fuck, that’s such a cliché line.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, but the question still stands.”

He looks up at you, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Yours, then.”

The time spent packing up and driving back to your home crawls by agonisingly slowly. The moment the two of you cross the threshold onto your home, he’s closing the gap between the two of you, kissing you breathless, thoughtless, until only your longing for him remains. So much so that you almost forget to stop and get a condom out from your drawer—in fact, Levi has to remind you.

The rare few times you had allowed yourself to think about it, you’d pictured Levi as a tender lover, gentle despite his coarseness. He is all this and more. At his fingertips, you come alive. As he makes love to you, laughs and sweet nothings fill the air between the deep kisses you share. You should’ve expected just how generous he can be in bed, but it still takes you by surprise, the way he worships your body with a deep-rooted reverence, determined to pleasure you over and over. In turn, you reciprocate eagerly, honoured that Levi trusts you to take care of him in return, that he is so readily vulnerable with you.

Once the two of you are finally, utterly spent, Levi nudges you awake before you can fully slip into a deep doze, cosy and comfortable in his embrace. “Hey. Gotta clean ourselves up, sleepyhead.”

You chuckle drowsily, and miraculously muster up the strength to crawl out of his arms, out of the warm sheets. “The bathroom is just down the hall,” you yawn, trudging towards a cupboard not the other side of your room. “You can shower first whilst I change the sheets and find you a towel and some spare clothes, ‘kay?”

“Or,” Levi says, voice hoarse with the same kind of contented exhaustion that makes you yearn to curl up beneath the sheets in his arms, “you could come with me.” He pulls you back in, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder, which tickle slightly.

Euphoric, you close your eyes and laugh. “Okay.”

Showering together is an incredibly sweet, domestic affair. Long after you’ve rinsed off all the lather, you’re both hesitant to leave the warmth of the running water, content to cling onto each other and relish in the feeling of skin against skin.

After the two of you dry off and change the sheets, you climb into bed. Half awake and basking in each other’s presence, you pull him close, nestling your head on his chest. When was the last time you had felt so cherished, so happy?

Sleep claims you swiftly, but not before Levi kisses the top of your head and tells you what you already know:

“I’m in love with you, too.”

———

Several weeks later

The wrap party is well underway by the time you and Levi arrive.

The lights are dim, and the music reverberates through your bones. Levi’s hand finds a home in the curve of your waist as he guides you through the crowd of drunken cast and crew members. His touch anchors you, and you find yourself smiling giddily.

After helping yourself to a cocktail, the hours fly by. Apparently, the entire cast plus half of the crew (including all of the makeup assistants under your command) had been rooting for you and Levi to get together. Tonight when you finally revealed you were in a relationship with him to your juniors, you were subjected to an intense barrage of questions. This, however, paled in comparison to Hange’s reaction when Levi held your hand in front of their very eyes—they’d launched an interrogation so brutal you wonder why they didn’t enter law enforcement instead.

Soon after escaping Hange’s interrogation, you two both get another drink. “Everybody seems far too invested in this development than they should be,” you sigh, still frazzled. “How long do you reckon they’ve been shipping us?”

A look of exasperation flits across Levi’s face. “I don’t know, and I hate that I even know what ‘shipping’ means in this context. Also, I saw Zeke give Erwin money when Hange was drilling us. Fuckers had some kind of bet running on us. Don’t even wanna know how long that had gone on for.”

You tip your head back and laugh. “Colour me unsurprised. That sounds very on-brand for Zeke and Erwin. You know, I think I saw Armin and Connie do the same. Guess Armin’s not as angelic as he looks.”

“That’s been known, sweetheart. The kid’s a menace in disguise.” He kisses your cheek. “Just like you, actually, now that I think about it.”

Playfully, you swat him away. “Hey, who are you calling a menace?”

Eventually, the two of you find yourselves catching some air outside, needing a moment to sober up and recalibrate after a whirlwind of social interaction. Levi’s hand returns to your waist and tugs you closer to him, seeking out your warmth. Melting into his touch, you do you best to commit the feeling of his embrace to memory. Soon, you’ll move away for a few months for your next contract, but you no longer fear it. Levi had sworn to you that this would work out, and there is nobody’s word you trust more than his.

Your love for each other has endured for years in the past. A handful more months is nothing.

Levi shifts slightly to get a better look at you, and cups your cheek. Meeting his gaze, your heart stops; his eyes are a breathtaking silver in the moonlight. Easily the most expressive feature he has, you could get lost in them for hours.

Caught in his orbit, your face tilts towards his.

This time, Levi meets you halfway.

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jeanbie · 3 months

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IF I LAY HERE (WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME?) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: best friends-to-lovers-au, actor au, fluff mostly | warnings: fem!reader | wc: 2.6k

note: hey. i still love u guys and i am still pining over aot. will never stop probably. anyway, this was an older fic i wrote but i'm handing it down to eren! title is taken/inspired from chasing cars by snow patrol (my fav song)

⏤ Eren has had enough - it's been four months since he's last seen you, and he's not going to let his fame status keep him from seeing you any longer. He just hopes that you feel the same way when you see him again.

Eren was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that.

It was risky taking any step out of his apartment at any moment; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the bushes in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame.

Granted, he’d expected it to be worse now that he'd booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Eren takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face.

For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the actor from Attack on Titan who didn’t give a damn about the people who essentially made him and his friends famous.

But Eren thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in a different country, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures.

You were at university now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally saw every day months before. It had been four months since Eren had seen his best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.

You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.

“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.”

Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses resting on the end of his roundish nose. He led Eren out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”

Eren smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”

Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Eren. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road waiting to cross, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”

That was three minutes ago, but Eren's still playing that sentence on a loop in his head. She's gonna freak out when she sees you.

He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. He’s missed it here, and how unbelievably, shockingly awful it all looks when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of it online.

“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Eren says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”

“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only really became a super fan three months ago. I'm more into Levi, you know how it goes. And yeah, I figured it out eventually. Finally, I understood why so many people at this uni wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”

Eren frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy online when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”

Frank shakes his head and grins at Eren as the words die out in his mouth.

“Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours…it’s kinda like family, you know?”

Eren feels his stomach flip, butterflies going haywire. These butterflies are bitter and relentlessly fast, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Eren is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister.

You’ve never been his sister, even when you became part of his family growing up on special occasions, or even just on a daily basis when you came to visit. There were times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different than that; you both knew it but never dared acknowledge it.

Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice and tall, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Eren remembers looks a lot like your dad’s back in the day. Might be the same kind, might be a vintage.

He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Eren, but then the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here - he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.

“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”

He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.”

He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were seventeen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep a secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left whereas Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.

Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the market, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Eren manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down.

As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person - white walls and a bed set that’s white and covered with little peonies. Above your desk, Eren recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at university who Eren always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his head against the wall your bed is attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.

Speaking of which; the song playing in the bathroom ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Eren hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race.

Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and… And, then what?

Maybe you wouldn't even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Eren was travelling the world with his other friends and film crew while you were still here, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Eren was burdensome to you. Worse - maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.

Eren's always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Eren feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be able to give you, even with all the money and the fame.

The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.

“Jesus, Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”

“No fun,” Eren teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause, and Eren cocks his head, his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he hears small but quick thuds across the carpet and Eren feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling when you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.

The grin that reaches Eren's eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape at his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Eren absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Eren feels it in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Eren rises up to a more comfortable position. “What the fuck!”

He laughs out loud, and when Eren wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.

“Don’t care.”

He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck.

Eren smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow body wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds him of Cabbage Patch babies.

“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”

“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”

“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jet lag.”

That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jet lag, Eren realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming.

Eren kisses behind your earlobe, and then just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Eren was always a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this.

You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Eren feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8.

Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop - it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid’s bow.

He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the dazed confusion on your face as he moves the hair from across your face to around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.

“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but… Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean…the guys know I’m here. Jean drove me to the airport with Armin.”

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

Eren sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”

“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. It's only a few. Most are really nice!”

“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by--”

“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. You frown and try to change the subject, “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”

“I've been growing it out,” Eren replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”

“For you,” frowns Eren dramatically.

Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Eren's underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle.

The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Eren even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you, half as a joke, half not. That could be why Eren feels the way that he does, why the confusion wraps around his body and traps him.

Eren knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.

Eren knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. EREN YEAGER GOES TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND…BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT A.O.T EREN IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…

He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s why he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Eren might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, if all those years of confused relations and flirtations meant anything, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant being able to spend one more day with you.

Eren's got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to filming with more regrets than he came here with, and so for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth.

Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be said on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Eren doesn’t think it will be worth it.

Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. You hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease, then you didn’t mention it. He almost wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy being here.

Fuck.

For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it 'til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.

It has to be perfect, and until then, he’ll just have to be patient, even if it breaks his heart more by pretending.

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koolades-world · 12 days

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Hihihihi, in case ya remember me, im the Pain-sensitive anon, and in case i will request again remember me as BigS, because my requests are as big as my S, but enough about that.

Poor you, so many requests. Drink water, be stronger that those 637181 requests, don't let them kill you!!!

But im here to torture you with another one~

So i have an album with 3814 Asmodeus screenshots(I FKIN LOVE MY BOYFRIEND!!!), and i had an idea "dam, if Asmo became real, it would be very hard to explain why i have 4k pics with him... " So here is request!

Brothers, finding out that MC's new hyperfixation is... them?

Apparently MC is neurodivergent or something like that, and as many neurodivergent ppl, they have a hyperfixation! They just randomly becoming very interested in something specific and collect stuff with it, talk with everyone about it, and remember every single detail about it! Like Levi with TSL.

But one day, brothers realise that MC stopped talking about their past fixation and was less interested with it. They think that "Oh, they probably just found something new!". But one day, they take MC's phone just to find that... They have a giant album in their gallery that is dedicated only to him????

The album has every photo he posted on Devilgram, every photo that he send MC, some unique photos that MC shooted themselves, even some chat screenshots with times when he said something cute to them! They even was photographing thigs that "reminds of him". Like some cheeseburger with "Beel vibes", Blue flower that "Looks like Luci" or gorgeous mannequin that "feels like Asmo".

If its someone like Asmo, he would also notice thta MC started buying their fanclub's merch! Like "Asmo lover #1" shirt or "Lucifer best man!!"cup(Luci is very popular, he probably also has some fanclubs! i hate this guy tho)

I think Levi and Mammon would die from embarrassment. Asmo would die out of happiness and Satan with Luci will try to pretend like thay never saw that. and idk about other ones. :P

I think that would make a cute fluff and a very scary situation if it was real uwu

Thats all

Have a nice dayyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

-BigS aka.AlgophobicDude

hey! great to hear from you again :)

haha thank you! been slowly knocking out requests one at a time and let me tell you it's a lot more fun than it might look haha

i wrote this while wearing a pink cowboy hat. i just wanted to share that

you got it! enjoy!!

Mc with a hyperfixation on the brothers

Lucifer

is this a human thing?

he's happy to indulge you as long as you're not too loud about it out in public

especially please don't share those pictures with anyone, like mammon. he will sell those, especially the ones he only intends for you. please

he's happy you don't hate him, actually. you make this old man very happy haha

Mammon

he would never tell you, but he's also got a photo album dedicated to you

also has a note on his D.D.D. full of all the things he never said to you but hopes to be brave enough to one day to tell you

he doesn't tell you he's got that though, not in a million years

he really loves that you're hyperfixated on him because that just means you care about him just as much as he cares about you

Levi

as expected, he's very flustered

he knows what it's like to have a little blorbo and he would give anything to be able to see them daily in person and live with them

he's over the moon once he realizes this and despite his embarrassment, he pushed through to spend more time with you

he's so dedicated <3

Satan

he's probably the most puzzled

he's always learning new things about humans even when he thought he knew everything

he knows and trusts you so from time to time, he'll take a picture with you in mind that he knows will remind you of him

all in all, he does think it's a little strange but won't stop you since he's never seen you happier

Asmo

like they said, you're literally about to become the number one member of his fanclub!

lucky for you, once he finds your asmo photo album, he's feeding into your hyperfixation

you get lots of exclusive privileges, such as early morning selfies and all his merch for free, including prototypes

he's always ready to pose for a picture for you. every side is his good side!

Beel

he's a little confused but he's happy to make you happy

he listened to you talk about your hyperfixations the most beside levi so he's quick to pick up on this shift

to make you happy, he decides to make a handmade adult bib just for you haha and at first he's a little sad but then he finds it while digging for your snack stash

you've never worn it once because it's hanging in your closet next to your fancy outfits <3

Belphie

you what? is his initial reaction

from the outside, it seems like it doesn't bother him or that he could care less

but, on the inside, he's elated since he thought after how he tricked you, you'd never want to be close to him again

now, you're the very thing that makes you excited to wake up every morning by his side

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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sydneyyuu · 18 days

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Skin care

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

"no"

Levi spoke bluntly as he saw the pleading developing on your face.

"why not~?"

You whined and slumped your shoulders, shaking his own shoulders.

"I'm not putting on a pink, s-slimy face mask thingy."

You were trying to get Levi to join in with your pamper session, face masks, skin care, all of that stuff.

"it's not slimy it peels off once dry..and I want to do your hair..."

You held your hands in front of your stomach, giving him an innocent and pleasing look.

Levi sighed...

-------

He ended up sitting in bed with you, his hair pinned back as a face mask was drying on his face, he looked unamused while you brushed through his hair with a comb.

"y/n...please this is embarrassing"

He complained as you didn't listen, your scalp brush glided through his damp hair, massaging his skull while his face mask dried.

"oh don't be a baby, it's good for you"

Levi leaned his head back and let you scalp massage his hair. Suddenly he saw you taking a photo and looked up.

"you posting that? Do I at least look like I'm being forced to do this?"

You smiled and posted the photo, kissing Levi's ear

"don't worry, I wrote about how much I begged to do this. You look beautiful"

Levi grabbed you and cuddled you on his lap, tickling your sides. You laughed and squirmed while he tickled your sides and under arms.

"oh I love you starlight..!"

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #headcanons #levi x reader smut #captain levi #levi #levi aot #levi ackerman x female reader #aot levi ackerman #levi x female reader #snk levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x reader

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this-is-krikkit · 1 year

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For the drabble challenge your grace, I request number 29. I was going to pick something much worse but I thought I'd be nice this time :)

send me a number (and a ship/character) and i'll write a drabble

thank you for: the prompt, calling me your grace (i will be requesting that you do so all the time from now on though, cheh), and for picking something nice (although now i def want you to send me the worse one!!!). know that this almost went somewhere really, really dark, but drunk me decided against it.

The Poll

Prompt 29. How is my wife more badass than me?

Tags: levihan, actor AU, the 104th kids, silliness

now edited and posted on ao3

The SNK panel is going well so far, although it's the last day of the convention and even Hange and Conny's social batteries are running low -Levi's has been empty since the end of the first morning, to no one's surprise- but they're pushing through bravely. Only a few more hours before they can all head back to their homes, and Levi can recharge -and take care of Hange as she goes through her usual post-convention depression.

"Hange," the host calls out, finally leaving a red-faced Armin alone after a round of merciless questions about his character's newly revealed romantic arc, "you were elected most badass character from the latest special episode in a fans poll, outvoting even Levi and Mikasa's characters. We've talked about that amazing last fighting scene of course, but I don't think I've heard you describe that emotional goodbye with Levi before. How was it filming that goodbye scene?"

Hange doesn't immediately reply, and Levi can tell they're uncomfortable although they've all been briefed and Hange okayed this topic. He understands their unease as he absolutely hates having to rethink about their last moments on set -well, last until their fleeting appearance in the last part of the season, but the fans don't know that yet- and so for once, he's the one who speaks up and switches the topic.

"Oi, what did they say you beat me at?" he asks, turning to Hange but speaking in his microphone so everyone hears him.

"Most badass character, babe," Hange replies with a thankful grin, flicking her short hair back.

People, both fans and castmates, laugh at the exaggerated gesture.

"Are you guys kidding? How the f- hell is my wife more badass than me here?" he asks, glaring at the crowd and host in the typical way his character is famous for. "She threw herself to her death and left me half to go on and fight my ape arch nemesis and that giant bony monstrosity when I was still half dead and missing parts of my dominant hand-

"Well, as your character said, Levi, two fingers is all you need," she interrupts.

She winks at him -well, blinks, but he's learned to read through her attempts by now- and he prays he's not blushing as hard as he does every time Hange unexpectedly flirts with him in public, even years after they've made their relationship public. Someone -Eren, that's gotta be this shithead Eren- whistles suggestively, and Levi takes a deep breath in before clearing his throat.

"Anyway, my character is the most badass, period. Yours isn't even on the show anymore."

Hange laughs as a few shocked gasps escape the audience.

"Don't hold it against him, folks, Levi's still a little shaken up by that scene," she explains.

"Was it a difficult moment for you to film as well, Levi?" the panelist attacks again.

Levi looks down, then sideways at Hange, and the smile on her face falters as she hears his silent plea to get him out of there.

"Well, it was interesting as actors to portray feelings those characters don't usually display," she starts, "and it was a challenge to do justice to this particular scene. One I hope we lived up to, although from what i've seen in some tweets-

"To be fair, you guys were exhausted by the time they finally called that scene a wrap," Jean interrupts on Levi's other side.

"Why? Did it take long to shoot?" the host asks now, clearly desperate to finally get a reply to at least one of their questions.

Eren laughs, and the rest of the cast has a smile on their face they all try to hide when Levi loudly clicks his tongue at him.

"Oh, come on. I can say it, Hange, right?" he asks, although he sounds a bit less sure than his usual self.

And to Levi's horror, Hange simply chuckles and nods.

"Yeah, go ahead. It's probably going in the bloopers anyway."

Eren sighs in relief, and Levi hides his face into his arms as he awaits his fate.

"I was behind the camera watching them acting this scene out since it was one of my favorite moment from the script," Eren picks up in his most dramatic tone, "and it took them hours to get it right. But not just because one of them cried or messed up their lines, no... the real recurring problem was, those two kept ending it with a goodbye kiss! And since Hange was supposed to fly away right after her last line and that kiss wasn't scripted at all, they had to redo it over and over again, while our director was pulling at his own hair and yelling at them to stop making out!'

The crowd erupts into a chorus of laughter and exicted squeals, and the other cast members join in as they remember that day on set.

"I'm going to kill you, Jaeger," Levi says as he sits back up.

"Hey! No spoilers, old man," the young star retorts.

Hange snorts out a laugh, and Levi stares daggers at her instead. All she does is put her hand on his knee under the table, squeezing gently, and he doesn't pay attention to whoever is getting tortured now.

He only looks into Hange's eyes, glad to finally be rid of that damned eye patch prop she's had to keep on for the last season and loved a little too much -and is most definitely planning to steal from the set, he bets- and can only thank the universe that this is all fiction and his Hange's alive and well by his side.

#levihan #snk #levihan drabbles #drabbles #my stuff #drunk drabbles #snk actor au #(i wrote it drunk and edited it half drunk it counts ok)#mutuals #dont f with moogles #levi ackerman #hange zoë #squad denial #in the form of actor au #fluff #it's rly stupid fluff lol

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dejwrld · 1 month

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⤷‧₊˚ extra credit comes with a price when it involves professor ackerman.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, female anatomy described, reader is black coded, grad student!reader, professor!levi, age gap (reader in late twenties while levi in thirties), praise kink, degradation kink, corruption kink, oral (character receiving), reader gives levi a mouth hug lol, dom!levi, told in 2nd pov, levi is 6'1 in my head and in this fic (he was made short because they didn't want him to outdo eren's face card), mdni

a repost from my old account.

The top of your black pen grazed over your lip as you stared at your current grade. Graduation was just around the corner, it was practically in the palm of your hand. But here it was sliding through your palm bit by bit as you watch your grade descend lower and lower for your physics course. You only blamed yourself. Registering for classes later than usual and was stuck with the professors that had a horrible rating on ratemyprofessor.com.

Your eyes never twitched in annoyance before reading the reviews and rating on Professor Ackerman’s. To rants about how hard his tests were, his harsh grading, and even locking the lecture hall door so late people couldn’t come in disturbing his teaching. You felt frustrated that this one course seemed to be the one to decide if you’ll be walking across the stage in a couple weeks. So, you sucked in your pride and decided to ask for the one thing Professor Ackerman wrote in bold letters on his syllabus that he does not give out.

Extra Credit.

Perhaps, you were wishing the worst as you sat in the library. Your pretty smooth thighs adjust in the seat to prevent the nervous squirming waiting for a reply. Your teeth were grazing at your lower lip as your fingers kept clicking to refresh your emails. When you saw the email, your mouth gaped open seeing that he approved giving you extra credit. You were mentally doing a happy dance as you concluded that this would be another semester of you being on the Dean’s List after Professor Ackerman’s extra credit.

You promptly responded that you’ll stop at his office before you leave campus to go home. Which you quickly got a response from Professor Ackerman. Your eyes scanned over the harsh email of him demanding you to come receive the work now because he refused to wait for a student that came to him demanding help. You let out an annoyed sigh and questioned how could such a harsh man still be a professor at your university. You packed up your stuff quickly and made your way to his office. As you were leaving, you nearly knocked down Historia and Ymir.

“I’m sorry you guys, gotta meet with Professor Ackerman.

,” You briefly said as you went to leave.

“Professor Ackerman? Gosh, the last person, who went to his office hours they dropped the class.” Historia mentioned. She toyed with the ends of her cream sweater.

“Yeah, I even heard they left his office crying,” Ymir even adds.

“Thank you guys, for making me nervous about picking up extra credit work,” You admitted as you watched them disappear into the library.

When you reached his office, you felt so nervous. Your hands shook just a little as your mind was racing with so many thoughts. You hoped you didn’t stumble on your own words as you accept the extra work. You had to walk in there with your head held high and thank him for even giving you the opportunity to get your grade up. However, when your body slid into his office majority of your thoughts went out the window and your brain grew fuzzy.

It wasn’t any secret that Professor Ackerman was drop-dead gorgeous. He aged like a fresh bottle of wine imported from Italy. Many students and faculty whispered among each other about him. Wondering if he had a lover at home or if he even socialize at all. He was a huge mystery.

“Professor Ackerman, I am here to collect the extra credit work you mentioned in your email,” You say.

Your fingers toyed with the ends of your skirt as your eyes were peering at him while he was grading papers. His eyes never bothered to look up at you, “Just sit down and give me a minute.” He uttered in annoyance.

You did what you were told, occupying the brown leather seat that sat in the corner of his nicely decorated office. Professor Ackerman let out a sigh of frustration, “Not there. Right here.” His hand that wasn’t holding the red ink ball pen motioned to the seat in front of his desk.

You quickly stood up going to the seat that was in front of his desk. He went back to grading the work on his desk as your curious eyes once again scanned his office. From the ancient artifacts that were decorating the shelves, the number of books he had, and even the one picture of him smiling with a group of friends. Which actually took you by shock even seeing him smiling at all.

“You know, I don’t really give out extra credit.” Professor Ackerman said as he finally placed his pen down to look at him.

His intimidating stare caused you to shift yourself in the seat you were sitting in. Your fingers toying with each other as you were searching for words to say. You were wondering how could you be so confident answering and refuting him in class, but now that the two of you were alone you were a flustered mess.

“Which I appreciate you for even offering it to me.” You answered truthfully.

You only gained a hum in response before he was back grading papers. “Do you know why I’m giving you extra credit (Y/N)?”

“I’m an excellent student in your class.” You answered truthfully. After all, last time you checked you did have the highest grade in his course.

“If you were so excellent, you wouldn’t be here for the extra credit.” He shot down your comment and that felt like a dagger pierced at your heart.

“Well then, I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He placed the pen down once again just for him to look at you. Once again it felt like you were in the hot seat. He leaned back into his huge leather chair, “You have a pretty mouth.” He bluntly admitted.

His comment caused you to be so confused. But that was until he urged you on your knees right in front of him behind his large desk.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. The look of innocence painted your face as your hand rubbed at his clothed bulge through the charcoal grey-colored slacks he wore. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he was rolling up the sleeves of the white button-up he wore. When his sleeves were rolled up to his liking, he stared down at you. As if you were below him.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded.

You did what you were told. Opening your mouth open to show him your exposed tongue waiting for his next command.

The pad of his index and middle finger pressed against the flat of your tongue. Your eyes began to water as his slick digits only pushed further causing a pornographic gag to escape from the back of your throat. Professor Ackerman’s lips curled into a smirk as he removed his fingers, a string of saliva followed along with his digits as he went to unbutton his pants.

“Pretty smart girls like you deserve extra credit don’t you think?” Professor Ackerman questioned. His fingers toyed with the band of his Calvin Klein briefs now this his slacks were hanging loosely around his waist. “Answer me (Y/N).” He says as his thumb traced alongside your lower lip.

“Yes Professor Ackerman. A pretty smart girl like me deserves the extra credit.” You babbled.

“Mhm, I think so also. But my extra credit always comes with a price.” Professor Ackerman hummed as he tugged his cock out of his briefs. His member springing out with perfection and the only thing you could do was watch.

Your eyes lit up with eagerness and your mouth watering at the sight of his pretty cock. He kept it nicely shaved all the way down to his balls. The head of his cock was a flawless pink shade and it was shaped perfectly. You couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of his tip rubbing at your wet folds teasingly before sinking himself in you fully. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen. The way your knees were on the wooden floor as you waited for another command like a perfectly trained pet, Professor Ackerman wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of feeling his cock inside you.

His hand grabbed a hold of his cock as he tapped at your lip gloss-covered lips. A devious smirk paced on his face before he was speaking once again, “Suck it really well and the extra credit is all yours (Y/N).” He cooed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as his precum smeared against your lips. You perched yourself on your knees to get comfortable before leaning forward to attack. Your pretty lips wrap around the head of Profesor Levi’s cock tasting the saltiness of his precum. A low hiss escaped the professor’s lips as you could feel him shutter against your touch. Your hands then went up to massage his shaft while your tongue licked up and down the base of his cock. Saliva beginning to coat your hands as your head was bobbing up and down on Professor Ackerman’s cock.

The lewd sound of sucking echoed within Professor Ackerman’s office as you were going down on him. His fingers ran through his jet-black-colored hair as he was turning into a moaning mess before you. His face turned as red as a tomato with each stroke you did with your hands while your lips smothered his tip. Despite being on your knees and only touching the older man with your mouth, you could feel the amount of heat was radiating off his body. Which you knew he was only growing hot with each second when he was unbuttoning his shirt to toss it across his office.

He looked down at you with such a flustered look, it caused you to smirk as you were stroking him off trying to catch your breath. When he saw your smirk, he would return one right back at you But his was very more sinful. “Smart girls don’t use their hands. Stop using your hands.” He demanded.

As your hands that were covered in your own saliva dropped to your side, your eyes begin to water as you felt Professor Ackerman’s hips push forward. The pornographic gagging sound followed by more saliva coating his cock caused him to move even faster. Your tears begin to burn your eyes with each harsh thrust towards your face. Your saliva was dripping out your mouth like a dog and your tears were staining your cheeks testing out your waterproof makeup. Professor Ackerman’s right hand grasped at the back of your head before he’s pushing your head forward. His cock disappeared into your mouth bit by bit as you gagged aggressively. Your gagging sent vibrations around his cock causing Professor Ackerman to utter out a string of profanity words. The tip of your nose pressed against this happy trail with ease as your hand grasped at his toned thighs. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his thighs as he held your head down while his cock rested in the pit of your throat.

When he let go of your head, your head bounced back like a yo-yo. Your chest rose up and down as you were trying to catch your breath. A thick string of saliva connected from your pretty mouth to Professor Ackerman’s cock. Your hand wiped at your tears that were clouding your vision and you could feel your lace panties grow wet at the action that just happened. Professor Ackerman made you choke on his cock and you instantly grew soaked. Who would have thought?

“We’re not done yet doll,” Professor Ackerman uttered as he’s grabbing a hold of your head once more. Guiding you to suck once again, but this time he had both of his hands on the back of your head guiding your movements. “Such a pretty smart girl that can suck my cock so well.” He complimented.

“You look so stunning wrapped around me like this.” He praised through subtle grunts.

Your tongue swirled around his tip and that seemed to push the professor further off the edge.

“Keep doing that and I may cum right in that pretty mouth of yours.” He added.

As you kept sucking at his cock, your hand reached down to rub your wet folds through your panties. Professor Ackerman chuckled at your poor excuse of desperation. “Want me to touch you huh?”

With his cock in your mouth like a flavored popsicle, you would nod with enthusiasm. You needed him to touch you. You craved for his fingers to be the one rubbing at your puffy lips. But through your glossy wet eyes, you were met with Professor Ackerman’s cruel smile. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. Instead, you watched as he swooshed around his own spit in his mouth before letting the huge droplet of saliva travel down to his cock that still was in your mouth. His own spit landed on the shaft of his cock that wasn’t buried deep inside your mouth.

“Now use your hands if you want that extra credit (Y/N).” Professor Ackerman urged.

With eagerness, your hand clasped around his shaft and you begin to massage it at a rhythmic pace. Using his own saliva as lube while you sucked at his tip and massaged his shaft. Once in a while, your tongue dragged alongside the one vein that occupied the back of his cock before cupping at his ballsack.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He cursed. “I’m going to cum.”

As if that flipped a switch inside you, your mouth latched onto his ballsack while your hand massaged his shaft. Sucking fiercely enough to gain whimpers and groans from Professor Ackerman as his body began to shutter. You released yourself from his heavy balls with a pop before your went back to massaging his dick, your thumb pressing against his swollen tip once in a while.

“Please (Y/N)—”

“Please what Professor Ackerman,” You cooed while you kissed at his tip once again, your hands still gripping at his cock.

“The extra credit is all yours, just let me cum.” Levi urged as his hips bucked forward just to feel even more friction around his cock.

“I’m not stopping you from cumming Professor Ackerman.” You said as you pumped his cock in your hand. Imagining that perhaps your hand was your tight cunt wrapped around him.

Professor Ackerman uttered a word in German as thick ropes of his cum began to decorate your hand. Your hand slowed down at a steady pace with each pump of the creamy white substance decorated not only your hand but the blouse you were wearing.

Professor Ackerman plopped down on the large leather seat behind his desk as you climbed back off the ground. Your knees were bruised harshly, cum stained your blouse, and your throat still was grasping for recovery due to the way he pushed so aggressively towards you. You smooth down your skirt before picking up the folder filled with the extra credit worksheets. Smoothly letting them drop into your bag and going to make a quick exit. Frankly, you didn’t want to get caught by another student or even a faculty member. Your hand went to unlock the door, but you heard Professor Ackerman’s voice stop you.

“Are you stupid? Are you that much of a nuisance that you’ll go out like that?” Professor Ackerman said, he stood up shuffling to the small brown chest in the corner of his office. His nicely tailored dress pants hung loosely around his waist as went through it.

When he stood back up, he had a crewneck sweater shirt with the university name on it. However, this one was a bit different from the ones that were currently being sold in the bookstore. This was a vintage one, assuming it was from when Professor Ackerman graduated.

You tugged off your shirt with quickness and stuffed it into your bag and soon tugged on the sweatshirt. It lingered with that familiar cologne he wore. Eros by Versace.

“Please return both the work and my sweatshirt by the end of my office hours tomorrow.” Professor Ackerman bluntly said before he was cleaning up the mess the two of you had made.

“Yes, Professor Ackerman.” You respectfully responded before leaving his office.

The thing you just did for extra credit.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #anime smut #anime x reader #snk smut #snk x reader #aot x black reader #female reader #anime x black reader #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

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rebouks · 2 months

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[Brodie flicked through the mail, instantly recognising the scrawling handwriting of a certain redheaded little boy. Scaring a few birds in the process, he bellowed up the stairs: ALEEEEX!] Alex: [breathless] Is it for me?! Brodie: Nah, but I could do with some help carrying this super heavy envelope upstairs. Alex: Who do you think you are, Johnny Zest? Brodie: I’m better than that guy, c’mon…

… Hi Alex! Sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to you, I promise I didn’t forget! I guess I just didn’t really know what to say cos I’ve sorta not felt like myself recently. My mom says I disappear into my own world sometimes so I sorta did that again and found it hard to think of anything fun to say. I don’t think I’d mind if you wrote to me about the less fun parts of your life though n’ my dad says you shouldn’t really keep everything to yourself all the time cos it ends up hurting so I thought I’d write anyway n’ just force myself not to worry about being boring or whatever. Your letters and your life always sound so exciting compared to mine though so sometimes it’s hard not to!!

I got in a fight at school which sounds like it should be an exciting story, but it wasn’t really. There’s this kid called Levi in my class that always picks on me (don’t worry though, I don’t care about that) and I couldn’t be bothered listening to him anymore so I hit him a couple times, I thought he’d hit me back but he just freaked out so I sorta felt bad about it afterward. He still makes fun of me but he doesn’t get up in my face as much so that’s a plus. Who says violence doesn’t solve anything? Hahaha I’m kidding! It wasn’t nice of me but maybe he should know better than to push people around so much.

I’m looking forward to summer so I can wander off a bit more and maybe it won’t rain so much! My mom doesn’t really like it when I go too far but as long as I’m back before curfew she tries not to freak out about it which is nice of her cos she knows I like to explore n’ stuff. I shouldn’t complain about my family cos I love them n’ stuff but I like being on my own sometimes and it’d be nice to have a bit of peace now n’ then. I’ve got SUPER good hearing so it’s hard to find anywhere quiet in my house, especially cos there’s always something crazy going on. My aunt Alma is sorta similar to me so she’s been helping me block out the noise with this meditation sorta thing, I guess it’s hard to explain but it’s not as lame as it sounds, it’s kinda fun to see how long you can stay in your own brain without people interrupting you. That probably sounds really weird but maybe you sorta get what I mean?

I finally have a treehouse now too!! It reminds me of your watchtower in some ways, but I guess it’s no way cooler than that, even though I know you’re bored of it by now. I wish we could hang out in it together cos it’s super awesome! Mom n’ dad don’t really bother me when I’m up there n’ my brother n’ sisters can’t manage the ladder yet so it’s all mine! It’s right at the bottom of the garden and looks out over the whole Bay too! Mom said she might let me sleep in it once it gets a bit warmer! It’d be cool falling asleep to the sound of the waves.. I hope it doesn’t end up making me need to pee all night though haha!!

Wren’s been obsessed with watching me play on the computer recently and I keep tryna teach her how to play herself but her little fingers can’t really reach all the buttons on the keyboard too well and she gets stupid mad when she dies so she just makes me play instead. She’d kick me if I told anyone but she’s a bit scared of some of the monsters too lol!! Mom told me I shouldn’t let her watch those ones but they’re the only ones she WANTS to watch and she jumps all over me until I give in so idk what they expect me to do other than lock her in the pantry, but I got told off for that so I guess I shouldn’t do that again haha (Wren thought it was funny though so it’s all good!) It’s a shame you don’t have a computer in the tower otherwise we could play together! Jude n’ Jacob aren’t really into that sorta thing so I usually just play on my own. Do you have a computer back home??

Oh! I got another badge for my swimming lessons too! I’ve almost got em all now which is neat but I sorta wanna avoid getting the last ones cos anyone that gets them all or has good attendance n’ whatever get an award at the end of the school year. They save em all up to give out at some stupid last year disco thing they put on before summer for the last year kids n’ it’d be so cringe to get called out in front of everyone like that. Some people think it’s gonna be amazing like my friend Jude, but I’d rather not go at all. Mom n’ dad keep saying it’ll be fun n’ everyone else is excited about it too but how fun could something be if you’re technically at SCHOOL? Bleh! I know you said you hate it sometimes, but being homeschooled sounds awesome to me lol.

I keep tryna bug my parents to go camping again so we could maybe see each other but they won’t take me out of school for a holiday n’ dad’s too busy with some work project so I guess we’ll have to keep writing to each other instead! Maybe if I keep annoying them about it we can come back in the summer! I hope so anyway but I guess I don’t wanna piss em off TOO much just in case my plan backfires or something.

I still feel really bad about not writing sooner but my dad said better late than never so hopefully you’re not too upset with me! I’ll try my best to write faster next time so you don’t have to wait as long. I’m looking forward to hearing about everything you’ve been up to!! Love Robin c: ps. my dad’s friend finally helped me fix that old polaroid so I’ve sent you some random pictures I took to test it out! I’m still getting used to it but the next ones will be better, I swear!

… the treehouse! it even has cool lights on it!! the back of our house! it’s so big it’s hard to fit in a picture.. it sorta looks fancy but it’s not really n’ dad said it was cheap cos it was a shithole a rare Byrd! (grumpy too – dad tried to take his dummy off him lol) he’s not supposed to be on my bed… the Bay! Jude says I sound girly for saying it’s so pretty here but I don’t care I could take a million pictures of this place n’ never get bored (I’ll stop now though cos mom says these polaroid things aren’t cheap for this model.. oops lol!!)

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astaroth1357 · 1 year

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My Incredibly Spoiler Heavy Thoughts on Nightbringer

TURN BACK IF YOU HAVE ANY INTEREST IN PLAYING THE GAME AT ALL. I MEAN IT.

Hello. I have completed all 10 lessons on the Normal difficulty. These are my thoughts:

First, a disclaimer. All of this is my opinion. If you feel differently about a character or plot point, that's fine. This is all just as I see it.

Holy hell, I love the setup here so damn much. The Nightbringer story so far is truly more than just a rehash of the OG plot, largely because of all the small stuff that keeps happening in background. Yes, we're befriending the brothers again, but we don't know WHY. Why are we in the past? Who sent us there? What do they want from us, or... what do they want out of somebody else?? 👀 I have to hand it to the writers for coming up with this premise, it's soild. Will they stick the landing...? We'll see.

The New! (Old) Cast

Lucifer:

Whelp, Luci is being colder to us than ever... But far more openly involved with his brothers than we saw previously. You can really tell that this is fresh off of the War and he's just trying his best to keep everybody corralled and (somewhat) comfortable.

He still holds onto his Celestial Realm prejudice against demons, so he doesn't trust MC at all which is an interesting turn on the dynamic from before. As a human, Lucifer saw us as weak and insignificant so he didn't give us much time of day. But as a "demon," and someone more knowledgeable about the Devildom than himself, he has to suck it up and rely on MC even if he wants them to stay away.

By the end of Lesson 10, it's safe to say whatever trust he had in MC is going to be shattered. MC has talked their way out of a lot, but even Dia looks shaken by their abilities this time... I'm curious to see if they can reestablish a relationship with him when he was already keeping them at arms length to start with.

Mammon:

Ah, Mammon... Once simp, forever a simp across time and space. Bless him. I guess he's just doomed to always fall first when it comes to MC. It DOES NOT take long for him to be down bad even if you don't romance him specifically (I would know because I'm trying to stay mono-Levi this go around).

Aside from his tsundere-ness, though, we do get a look into more of his insecurities. I find an interesting pattern developing in him where he just tends to latch onto a person and follow them unfailing. He did that with Lucifer before the Fall, he didn't even think about the consequences before going through with it. You could see him doing much the same with MC. I think it stems from a lack of confidence in himself and his own abilities, constantly relying on others to guide him through big decisions and provide him with validation. Add another poor thing to the list...

Leviathan:

I swear to God, the devs realized that Levi's charm lies in his pathos, so they went out of the way to make him EVEN MORE pathetic than normal. I still love him for it, of course. But seriously, Levi starts out practically afraid of his own shadow when the story starts. It makes sense, Levi would have probably one of the more negative impressions of demons of the seven, having fought them head on. He was a shut in before the War and now he's even more terrified to leave the house, let alone his room... (I can't be the only one who's wondering how the hell Dia's going to look at him and go, "Ah yes! I see Admiral material right there!" right?)

I do like that the writers took the time to show that he's one of the more empathetic brothers, right alongside Asmo and Beel, even if he's bad with people. Levi is quick to sympathize with beings and creatures who don't fit in and it's always very sweet to see. I also guess that Simeon wrote TSL in secret or after the War? You think he would know of it at least having lived so long with the author... Anyway. I digress.

There's a lot of... small things around Levi that I think hint at the inner feelings of the brothers, though (of all seven of them, he has the WORST poker face I swear). I may touch on those in another post because I need time to gather my thoughts on how it all connects there... Anyway, he's still my favorite and I'm going to try to see if there's any truth to this "you get a deeper connection if you stick to one brother" thing. Wish me luck.

Satan:

Okay, load your guns now because I think Satan is the real star of the show here. They're actually pulling way more than the "He's mad because he's seen like Lucifer" card. We're at a point where Satan doesn't even consider himself associated with the brothers AT ALL. That means something and has consequences on the story. He didn't even go with them to check on Beel, despite having enough fire power that he could have probably helped a lot.

Now before someone goes screaming at me that they've devolved him into comic relief, I'd first like to ask what did you think he was going to be? OG Satan told us himself that he used to feel nothing but anger. He's going to be pissed, irrational, and violent. He's Wrath.

What truly they're giving us under all of that is a look into a vulnerable guy who doesn't know anything about the world around him and is trying to pick it up on his own because his brothers can't (and maybe won't) teach him. They keep chaining him up (which I hate btw) and talk about him like he's a beast. But it's partially because they're such terrible communicators that he flies off the handle so often to begin with.

Satan is more alone than really anybody else is the Devildom. His brothers already have all this history together and memories shared during their time as angels, stuff he has no context for and could never experience himself. He's still an outcast among demons for his association with them, despite being a fully fledged demon in his own right, and he doesn't know why he has to be linked to them because he barely knows them anyway. He's taking baby steps to understand the world, but when he goes to his brothers to ask questions they lampshade him for even having clear thoughts. All they see him as is a roaring beast. This version of Satan is fascinating to me. How does he start here and end up the eloquent, emotionally-controlled bookworm with a planet's worth of connections? I gotta know!!

Asmodeus:

They FINALLY started giving Asmo his proper flowers! I still think it could have been more, but he's gotten way more depth than he had before. I know that Asmo part technically involved MC's input the least out of all of the brothers, but I think that was by design.

Asmo is a surprisingly introspective individual under his urge to perform. MC didn't have to give much input because he just didn't need as much. He knows himself very well (unlike some of the others). He's an emotionally intelligent guy who can sort out his own inner problems and remain empathetic enough to want to help his brothers in his own way. I wanted to hear more from this side of Asmo, honestly, but the game seems to make it clear that he's content with his spot of being the family's brightest smile. I hope it makes more appearances as we go on.

Beelzebub:

This one is tricky, because lesson 10 leaves off on a cliffhanger related to Beel... So I think Beel's feelings will have more consequences than the other brothers' on the story. Most of all that we see of Beel is, unfortunately, him being hungry or off being wholesome with Belphie but lesson 10 did give us some eye-openers regardless.

First, apparently if he flies off the handle, Beel is quite the challenge to handle. It takes Dia himself to restrain him, which is pretty insane for the sixthborn in the line-up. It's possible some outside magic is cranking up his power somehow, but we won't know until the next lessons are out.

Secondly, I find it very interesting that Beel's "heart-to-heart" moment with us is being saved for last... It was definitely the most surprising one of the secrets in the teasers (in my opinion). Beel and Belphie are glued to the hip and share everything together so for him to have a secret "not even Belphie" knows is pretty shocking. I hope it's not just that he saved Belphie instead of Lilith since we all already know that. It'd be a pretty cheap pay off to all this buildup... Not that I haven't been disappointed before or anything.

Belphegor:

Similar to Beel, Belphie doesn't get much attention until the end and it isn't much that we haven't heard before, unfortunately. You kind can't blame them, since plumbing out Belphie's inner trauma about the War was the entire climax of the first game. It's nothing we don't already know. That being said, I think there's some more interesting things that are being said about Belphie or left unsaid by the others that I find more fascinating to keep track of.

TLDR, I think there's some weird distancing going on between Belphie and the others. It doesn't seem super apparent, but Levi dropped some weird bombshells early on and I can't help but notice how he just never seems to be without Beel. Those two are close, yeah, but in this game they're practically a unit. I'm pretty sure Belphie is using Beel as a security blanket of sorts. He's also the ONLY one to mention Lilith in any great detail. Unsurprising, but it's worth noting that the others haven't really brought her up despite it (supposedly) starting the War.

Diavolo:

Somebody give this guy a vacation and a raise... So apparently, the brothers were cast down, the old King took one look at them and counted to seven, then conked out. Now our boy has to rule the kingdom. He's... the same really. As far as I can tell. You can really see how much he's taken to the brothers' antics though, which checks out in the other game too.

WAAAY more fascinating to me is apparently there's some kind of body called the House of Lords who think that Dia is too young for the job. What's the House of Lords?? Who are they? Are they like a council or advisory board...? Or is this a UK setup? Is there a Parliamentary board?? I dunno, could just be my Poli Sci talking but I'm now so lost on how the Devildom operates now...

Barbatos:

Oh my God, if there is any character I could live vicariously through, it was Barbs here. For whatever unnamed reason he is NOT having any of Solomon's shit right now and I'm living for it. Setting my delight aside, we don't get to see very much of him and what we do see doesn't really differ from the norm, which only makes his detest all the more shocking.

Through Barbs, we also see just how potent the power of the pacts can be when Solomon summons him and more or less forces him to do as he says. Nothing seems to stop him from retaliating after the fact, as he sent Solomon off who knows where, but seeing that kind of power wielded over a being who's almost unattainable to us is... Well. I feel bad for Asmo.

Simeon:

There's a lot to unpack with Simeon... and a lot of it is in the stuff that goes unsaid. First, I already found it strange that he didn't seem surprised to see Satan in the House. Or if he was, he didn't say it or bother introducing himself which is... telling for a guy like Simeon. He's back to being Luke's minder in front of demons, but I can't help but notice that he doesn't do much to counter Luke's tirades. He only indicates that it's impolite to say them, so he may still harbor the very same feelings.

Simeon and Lucifer have something of a heart to heart together that they never would in the OG title where Simeon admits his biggest regret. It isn't that he didn't follow Lucifer, as we might think, but that he doesn't feel like did enough to reach out to him before he made his decision. Lucifer dispells this, but I think it goes to show that Simeon stands behind his decision to stay and that it was the better option. Lucifer also confront Simeon on why he didn't take a high position (seraph) and instead settled for archangel. It's left open ended what his real motives for that would be, but I suspect that it has something to do with Simeon's troubling streak of going against the grain, even in subtle ways. Or he has too much anger about what happened to accept taking Lucifer's old position.

I found it interesting how easily these two seemed to talk about intimate topics together here where Lucifer barely even acknowledges Simeon's attempts to reach out in the OG story. I wonder what may have happened to sour their relationship so severely...?

Luke:

Luke the Racist Chihuahua returns!! Okay, I'm being a little mean but he's pretty much just self-righteous little kid the whole way through. I will admit, it is a little funny that the person who came up with the nickname was actually Lucifer. I think it's now retconned and confirmed that Luke and the brothers never knew each other before the Fall... though Luke seems to know OF their former selves in some capacity. I could be misinterpreting things though.

The Rat Bastard Solomon:

I swear to God this was me playing through the whole game tied to this guy.

He's lying. A lot. Constantly. And it pisses me off to no end. I was wondering why things he was saying and the stuff he was doing weren't lining up and OF COURSE it's because he's either working his own agenda or being outright deceitful. I hate him so much, y'all, you don't even know...

That aside, as an impartial observer Solomon is pulling a lot of work to support MC and you can TELL how down bad he is for them, which actually has significance for the plot I think. He's keeping them in the dark about something, but considering his feelings I say we can at least be charitable and assume it isn't to hurt them or cause them any suffering... intentionally. He's also as unscrupulous as ever, considering how he ordered a very angry Barbs around and more or less took advantage of a life or death situation to make a pact with Asmo.

So. At the end of the lessons, we're reintroduced to the mysterious Nightbringer. The character who actually sent us back in time at the start of the game. Yeah, it wasn't Barbatos... probably. At least not our reliable neighborhood butler anyway. They seem to be different entities but I THINK they might share some connection....

I have to wonder who disguised MC when they first arrived. The marketing made it seem like it would be Solomon but the marketing has been hit or miss on actual accuracy about the game we're seeing. If it was Solomon, then he had to have known where the MC was before he called. If it was Nightbringer then... well actually. We need to touch on that first.

Nightbringer:

Now, much of this is just me speculating so take things with a grain of salt. Nightbringer's name is blocked out, but it seems like it identified itself to us in the beginning before sending us to the past. It appears like it wants something from Solomon.... to fully corrupt him maybe? And it's using MC as leverage against him.

I suspect that all of the weird stuff that has been happening is tied to its meddling in some way, but to what end is unclear... Sending Levi and MC into TSL, tricking Asmo then trying to feed everyone to a spider, and, likely, whatever is going on with Beel. I can't tell if it's trying to push MC and the brother's closer together, or just making vaguely comical attempts at homicide by fictional characters, spider, and Gluttony incarnate.

The situation with Adam does give us a hint into its nature. It appears to be some kind of dark, trickster being that gives a person what they desire, but never the way they intended. A walking monkey's paw, if you will. Solomon says that Nightbringer made him what he is today, so perhaps he worked under it or is simply under the influence of one its "deals." Their relationship is adversarial, though. When they're speaking, they talk about the two supernatural sides, Angel and Demon, and Nightbringer seems to want to force Solomon to make a choice between them. Lose his humanity, maybe?

I'm not quite willing to say that Nightbringer is a demon just yet, at least not one of the ones we normally encounter. Something about it seems... older. More powerful than that. But we'll have to wait for more info.

My crackpot theory?

Solomon has made a deal with Nightbringer in order to go back in time and do... something. He's after something. Nightbringer agreed, but dragged MC along as collateral for Solomon to get it done within a certain amount of time or makes sure he honors his part of the bargin. Barbatos knows this, either because he is linked to in some way to Nightbringer or saw it happen in the doorway, and is disgusted by his actions but unable to speak about it due to the pact. Or, you know. That's our present Barbie also dragged along for the ride and he's pissed that he's been essentially hijacked and taken away from present Diavolo, but forbidden to speak about it.

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