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ackermonie · 2 years

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like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

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levmada · 1 year

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summary: You have an interesting gift in mind for Levi’s birthday—a game of sorts.

And that gift? You.

wc: 6.3k

content/warnings: switch(but mostly sub)!Levi, copious mommy kink, impact play (f!receiving), edging, toys (cock cage; cock ring; vibrator), begging, degradation+praise, modern!au, LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, humping, rough sex, one use of ‘babyboy’, dry orgasm, brief subspace (m!receiving), panties as a gag, lingerie, dirty talk

a/n: this is one of the hottest fics i’ve written i think :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYBOY LOML LIGHT OF MY DAYS.

Levi straddles your hips. With a whispered flutter, his meticulously pressed work shirt drops on the bed behind him.

As he eagerly crawls on top of you, you fold your hands behind your head, smiling girlishly. There's nothing special about Levi getting home from work today, except that his birthday is a week from now.

But that's exactly what's special about it.

"What're you smiling about?" he remarks.

You just keep smiling. Further, his brow puckers as you make no move to touch him—not even to lean up. When he goes down to kiss you, you return it only chastely.

Eyeing you, he kisses again and again, but you refuse to let him deepen it. That's not like you. He leans back, and palms through your panties. You're wet, but all he gets is you nibbling your lip.

He deadpans. "What do you think you're doing?"

That's the question you were waiting for—have been waiting for since this morning when you came up with this.

You lean up, and reverently kiss his forehead, then his lips. You can barely contain your excitement. "I have an idea for a birthday gift. One you'll like," you whisper.

A stranger on the street would care more about his birthday than Levi himself, and that's how you hooked him in. A mistake. He was a fool, in earnest, to agreeing to the game you made up. Between now and his birthday, you'd tease and edge him so that when the day came, he'd receive an incredible gift: you.

The condition? Obviously he was to be deprived of you. He'd soon realize he couldn't just not handle that, but after he agreed, you took out the cage. Flawless stainless steel traps his cock. It squeezes the bottom of his balls, so there's not a chance in hell he can get some relief at any time, let alone come. It's deceptively ornate, square cells just enough to let him receive the bare minimum of stimulation. A long silver line arcs down from his balls, and ends at an especially mocking opening at the tip.

He hates this fucking thing.

As soon as you looked up from between his legs, smiling in that devious way that never fails to strike the fear of god in him—frustration was already alive and rising in him. What he thought at first to be an interesting game that would make him appreciate his birthday more would be much more challenging than he thought.

No attention below the belt for the next week. No squeezes or stroking. You might as well be teenage lovebirds taking it steady.

Another reason he agreed was that he had confidence in his own self-discipline. He prided himself on it. A week without sex was going to be no big challenge—not even that painful.

The first night wasn't so bad. The next morning (six damn days to go), he found himself squirming and huffing from the innocent pressure of your backside pressed back against his pelvis. You were still asleep for fucks sakes.

His lips would gravitate towards your neck, his hands to your waist, or your soft tits that threatened to spill over your bra as you dressed for errands in the afternoon.

Little by little, he finds his self-control wilting.

So as it turns out, the man with the endless patience doesn't last three days before there's an incident. At every turn, you gently and coyly wiggled away from his advances with an encouraging reminder that he "only" had five more days to go.

That evening, Levi had been oddly avoidant after he got home from work—silent treatment and all. All you heard was a thanks for dinner before he padded upstairs, seemingly intent on making you cave.

But you watched him go with a placid smile, because he was the one getting edged, not you. Even though it wasn't nearly the same... you've kept yourself satisfied enough with a vibrator so far.

But you didn't like his attitude.

Not that you planned to be cruel. This was a gift after all—or it culminated in one. If he was so grouchy already... you ought to take pity on him.

In the depths of your bedroom, you took an extra minute in the bathroom to retrieve what you needed.

The flick of the lightswitch turning off, the whine of the bathroom door opening. You let it idle, and then crawled into bed, faced with Levi's back. He was practically hanging off the opposite side for maximum attitude.

"You're that mad at me?" you ask, faking offense. "No cuddles?"

As you thought, he's awake. His voice rings out solid and clear. "Too horny to let you have your way with me."

You gape at the phrasing, laughing soundlessly, and begin to squirm over. Your right hand is occupied, making it difficult. "Don't be like that. Say the word, and I'll free you... Tell me your gift isn't fun."

He peers at you over his shoulder with a petulant expression. He's pouting. "It's torture."

"For nooww..."

He turns back with a huff.

"I mean it. Maybe I've left you too high and dry," you acquiesce with a voice of silk, and drape yourself up against his back, like two spoons in a drawer. "You need a little attention, huh?"

Levi slowly relaxes in your arms as you speak. He feels himself caving in without hesitation. The idea of a touch to melt off some of the ache raging below. His dick has been interested since you creeped up behind him.

"You're still not allowed to come."

His stomach sinks, but the feeling the rubber head of something—the good vibrator—pressed against the front of his fluffy flannel pants makes that dread evaporate. You have him tensing all over again, mashing his cheek in the pillow, already horny. Horny enough to hump this thing whether you turn it on or not.

You stroke the length of his crotch with the dull head, but it isn't on. "Would this help?"

He pins his lip between his teeth and sinks back into your arms. He feels feverish all over. Will this get him anywhere? No. Would it help? "Yes," he whispers hotly. "Do it."

To his utter surprise, you cycle up to the higher vibrations right away. Gasping, he clings onto the pillow, tugging it to his face for some damn thing to hold onto while the thick vibrations coat his cock. It strains in the cramped cage, pulling a whine out of him. He grinds into it fitfully as you murmur and coo in his ear.

"Mm." His hips kick into the vibrations without his consent, making him swell more, making the ache seethe.

It's fucking evil.

You stroke the toy up and down his shaft under thick layers of fabric, probing his swollen, full balls, even. Little teasing jolts shoot up his cock.

"Is that better, baby?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He's willing to do or say anything to make you break after the silent treatment got him this far. A weak moan is punched from him as he says, "More, c'mon, just a little... lemme come, mommy... Fucking one time."

That name. That will work on you. It always works on you.

"That's cheating, sweetie."

That's not even an answer. Because he already knows what it's going to be.

Fuming, he whines miserably and pushes back into your arms as the vibrations swallow up his tip and circle rapidly—again, cut off through the fabric. Doesn't help that it was already wet, so now there's a bigger mess. Dammit, he'll need a shower.

"Fuck you."

"You know who whines and complains when they don't get their gifts before Christmas?" you ask lightly. "Dirty brats."

Fuck it. When his hand shoots down and tries to bury the head of the toy deeper between his thighs, you promptly wrench it away from his grasp and switch it off.

"Fucking. Dammit," he grunts. He squirms in vain, squeezing his thighs together has his heartbeat pounds in his fucking dick. That does nothing of course. The ache is fucking unbearable, but nothing's going to make it better until he gets this thing off, which is still days away.

He's weak. He swears. He has never once in his life looked forward to his birthday... until now.

You whisper sweet nothings as you peck his jaw and the shell of his ear until he gathers his breaths, and once again relaxes in your arms. This time in defeat.

He's not actually resenting you, he doesn't doubt that this will be a great gift or whatever mushy terms you put it in—and in fact, it is making him look forward to his birthday—but his cock doesn't care. He needs you now.

The hours creep into sunsets creep into one day, then two, closer to Christmas and his birthday. He abides by your shared routine as normal as normally as he possibly can when, majority of the time, he's burning and delirious. He needs to come whenever you so much as hug him when he gets home from work. He needs to come when you embrace him from behind. When you shower, he pictures himself invading the bathroom and pushing you to your knees.

He never realized before, but they're too short, the goodbye and hello kisses in general. Kisses at this point are all he has.

The 24th arrives, somehow, and somehow you roped him into watching a Christmas movie together—something from your childhood you both end up watching every year—cuddled up close on the sofa. He can barely focus, but he can't say no to the attention, even the bare minimum. A movie distracts him a little from his dizzying desire.

But then, you decide to play with him. For the past week, you've danced around teasing him—swinging your hips when you so much as you cross the kitchen to grab something he needs, sleeping in those skimpy pajama shorts despite it being the middle of winter... but Christmas Eve is different.

Behind him, you've been stroking his chest for the past fifteen minutes, occasionally catching on his hardened nipples. He fucking loves your hand. And your lips, pressing to his neck in random places when he doesn't know it's coming. He's as hard as a rock.

You do it again, and flick his nipple at the same time. He moans under his breath, craning his neck to give you a little more space, begging wordlessly. The thick outline made stiffer by the wretched cage is pitiful to the point of shame.

You peer over his shoulder.

"You're so hard..."

"Please..." he whispers, stretching the word out as you stroke the soft slopes of his chest. His cheeks feel hot. He rocks his hips rock fitfully, up into nothing. "Fucking loosen it or something."

You cradle his hot cheek lovingly, a touch he easily leans into, pinning your palm to the sofa underneath so you can't go away. "Don't want me to touch?"

"No! It's gonna be fuckin' worse, 'cause you're not gonna let me."

He presses his thighs together without thinking. He feels lost in you, an endless burning pool. Relief is nowhere to be found. If you don't touch him, though, he's pretty sure his dick will fall off.

You play with the idea of giving in now. There are about a dozen other things planned for his birthday—with and without friends—but you know now what's going to take priority. There's not a chance he's going to demand his gift any later than the moment he wakes up.

Hm.

"Stay here, m'kay?"

He's cautiously skeptical. "For what?"

"It's your birthday-eve, right?" You kiss him. "How about an early gift?"

Levi has a feeling this "gift" will be more for you than him. You're fucking with him. This is a joke.

He nods.

You wiggle out from behind him, and stand. Levi shamelessly stares at your ass as your form retreats.

Then you call over your shoulder, "Pants off, by the way."

He gets chills down his spine, squeezing his eyes shut against the heat that's replaced the blood in his veins. Hell. If you promised to let him come under the condition to lick your shoe and hump on it, he would. He would.

He shoves, then kicks down both his stretchy bottoms and briefs at the same time, causing him to sigh in both relief and frustration.

He can't help but glance at the debauched state he's in. It looks like the cage is barely containing his swollen cock, bulging against the steel, colored like an over-ripe strawberry. A pathetic amount of cum has welled up in the iron at the tip. He lifts his hips, and moans weakly.

He tilts his head back. Just staring kills him. He's so fucking trapped, he needs it, but at the same time, the knowledge that he's playing an active part in his gift—besides the fact that this gift will end in him finally coming his brains out—burns desire and satisfaction into him like a brand. You're his gift.

Ages later. He can't quit from nibbling on his lip with the return of the whispered sound of your socks against hardwood. A tiny thrill shoots through his stomach, which grows into a bird's feather brushing his insides as he spots the opaque ring fit for his cock. In stainless steel (just like the cage), it's intimidating. He inches his legs wider.

You smile knowingly, sweetly, even, and crawl on top of him, evenly straddling his wide thighs. your eyes rake the sight of his cock trapped in the tight steel.

You're staring. Involuntarily, he drapes his arm over his face, and waits.

"I'll take this off..." you trace one of the silver cells. "...And replace it with the ring instead. You've really turned into a little slut this week. You've been so pitiful, so miserable, huh."

"…Uh-huh."

"Are you a slut, Levi?"

He sinks his teeth into his arm. "Mhm. Your. Slut," he whispers.

"That's right."

He moans as your thumb flirts with the locking mechanism, and curls his toes. Tears involuntarily rise and sting his closed eyes.

"But you're more than that—you're the birthday boy. You're lucky I love you so much, hm?"

As the pressure starts to relent, and give little by little, he finds himself nodding like a bobblehead, breaths rushing in and out. "Uh-huh. I am I am..."

"Look at me, babyboy."

When you use that name, he has to. He pries his eyes open and peers up through his heavy lashes. At least you don't look totally ambivalent—your eyes are like pools of lust.

"You've been a good boy. Wanna fuck my thighs? For a little while?"

You ask like there's a chance he'll say no. His eyes widen comically. The way his cock chooses that moment to throb is disarming, fucking humiliating, but he doesn't wait to feel the shame.

Yes. Yes. Your warm, cushy thighs, hugging and rubbing on his dick. It's not your mouth and far from the squeeze of your pussy, but he'll take anything. Anything.

"Then don't move." Your hands float over to his raised hips. "Not the slightest twitch. If I hear a single sound, then you don't get anything."

He grinds his teeth into dust. With some effort, he forces his hips to lower and nods, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths and readies himself. Not a twitch, not a sound.

The metal dully clinks as you release him, and his slit oozes cum. He's freed.

A whine instantly builds in his chest, but he locks his throat and reels from the blunted surge of relief. He keeps his eyes shut. If he watches your hands flit around so close to his needy cock, a sound will escape for sure.

That almost happens anyway when your fingers brush his shaft. Then a new, chilling metal is worked down his cock. It tightens severely, squeezing his base and choking his heavy balls. As his toes curl, he bites his fist. The harsh wrinkle between his brows deepens.

"Not too tight?"

In two measured movements, he shakes his head.

No. But. He wants to break out of this position—shoot up and pin you down with your feet behind your head, tear off your panties and shove right in. He bets you're wet. He can already taste it. Soft silky pussy on him. All that fucking heat massaging, cradling, sucking in his fat, needy cock. That sounds like the birthday gift of a lifetime and what he needs right. Fucking—

Your hand comes down hard from the side, slapping his tip. A cry leaps up in his throat. He kills it at the last second, but to do it he has to throw his head back. It hurt so fucking good.

"That's no, mommy."

He shudders, sobbing dryly. "No, mommy."

"That's better." You soothe the tremors in his thighs with your hands. "But you still moved."

His stomach plummets into the abyss. He rips his elbow off his face and gawks at you. "What? That's not fucking fair."

"You needed to be disciplined. You moved. Your fault." You raise a brow. "A gift isn't good if it's badly wrapped, right? If I just let you get away with whatever you want, then..."

"I get it," he groans, and starts to squirm. "Off. You're evil."

You pin your lips between your teeth to stave off a smirk. "Evil enough not to watch the rest of the movie with me?"

Levi is nowhere near calm enough to be able to fall asleep and make tomorrow come faster. He grunts, sits up, and snatches his clothes off the floor.

He grumbles, "Cuddle. Now."

After the night before, it happens just as you predicted. You're not surprised at all that you wake up early to grey light penetrating the bedroom, and heavy breathing in your ear. He clings to your back, so you get every heavy inch pushed up against your backside.

"You already want your present?" you croon sleepily. He's humping feverishly and holding on tight, as if he's been at this for several minutes.

"Didn't sleep," he whispers, practically pinning you to his chest now that you're awake. His lips bury in your neck. "Every time I did, I just dreamed about fucking you."

Oh. You shudder against him, and curve your back so he has more to rub up against. "You dreamed about your birthday present."

His teeth sink in, nipping and kissing. "Ngh, mm-hm. I need you. S'that what you wanna hear? I even... made the gift better."

"Oh?" You're fully awake. "You didn't have to do that."

You reach behind and sink your fingers in his hair. To encourage him even more, slowly, you grind your ass back on his crotch, and feel your lower half throb as his breaths immediately starts to tremble.

He's close again... but he won't admit it. Really, he's been close for days.

"Mm. If you wanna see, then gimme my fucking gift."

He didn't even need to say it once.

You shuffle around in his arms, pressing him back, and Levi goes like putty in your hands. He spreads his legs wide, leaning up into your palm as it spreads over his chest, adorned in a wool sweater. You play with his nipples, and feel the hints of a coarse texture underneath, but it has to be sheer for his nipples to still poke through like this.

He begs you with his hazy eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm giving it to you." Placing a hand on his fiery cheek, a doting expression on your face, has him leaning into it. You'll miss that. Between his legs, next to nothing is left up to the imagination despite the plush pajama bottoms.

You lick your lips. "Is it your gift from last year?"

"Find out," he rasps, leaning his hips up.

Your chest lifts. You push down on the swollen bulge between his legs, feeling for the firmer outline of the ring. If it weren't for that he would've come just humping you in his sleep. Once or more. You hum.

But you don't idle, you skip the foreplay. It's finally his birthday, and Levi deserves his gift.

You shove his sweater up and over his toned abdomen. Nothing here besides the gorgeous view you know already. "Arms up."

He yanks it over his head just as fast, revealing skimpy, lacy, snow-white. A brazier hugs his big chest tight and shows shameless cleavage at the same time. His blushing nipples are just visible to your hungry eyes.

His arms lay above his head to give you the best view from where you're sitting, awaiting your reaction.

"Oh," leaves you in a big breath. "Oh, you're so beautiful." Your fingertips dance along the frills flared out at the shoulders. "You're gorgeous."

He turns flustered, flinches almost. His cheeks darken into the color of cherries. "There's more."

You shuffle down his body, and drop between his legs. Unlike all those other days, you don't bother hiding how wet you really are because of him, from the sight of him alone.

"Up."

He lifts his bottom up as his fists squeeze above his head. He could use his hands as freely as he wants, though—it must be ingrained in him now to submit to you. It's incredibly sweet.

As you peel off his sweatpants, hot ache rises in you.

Anticipation balloons in Levi's stomach.

The skirt—it's flawlessly stitched to look like a skirt—is really a frilly white thong to match the brazier. It only leave the tops of his thighs and hips to the imagination, and none of his cock. It looks ready to split the soft silk, added by the wet spot darkening the snowy white to a faint grey. He looks fucking delicious. Tiny bows even decorate the sides, beside his hips.

More syrupy warmth oozes into your panties. You're so captivated that down, even further, you miss the kneesocks at first. They're as thin and silky as his panties, and the same shade of snow. Ruffled frills and lace, stitched in shapes to look like flowers, decorate the tops of his knees. You trace the delicate design, and he inhales. As low as they ride, thick pale flesh still spills over the tops of them.

You fold his knees back to watch them wave in the air, the little pair of panties, his pretty cock and his shapely plump ass. You drink him all in, the full view of your precious husband already undone and whining shamelessly underneath for you to make him come.

To, "F-Fucking do something."

Oh, you're dying to, but you don't want to see him without that frilly little skirt. You tug down the waistband just enough to free his engorged cock, which slaps his navel with no preamble. A low moan of relief falls out of his open mouth.

He squirms. You feel a little pity for him. His hard-on looks painful by this point. Despite the ring, he's made a mess of himself so his cock seems to shine, and make him even more enticing. He's not just swollen, but his flushed cock and even redder tip is engorged above his fat balls. The black ring hugging the base looks extremely out of place.

Above, his brows are pinched, lips parted to show a tease of his pink tongue. "Mommy," he mumbles weakly.

You pin his hips with your knees—having long-since sensed his desperation—and scoop up his heavy balls in one hand. Pearls of cum have dribbled all the way down, leaving them easy to squeeze and massage.

"Fuck!" he gasps. His head tilts back as his hips immediately try to leap up, pinned in place by you. "Fuck fuck."

You snag the front of his panties and slowly tug back and forth, digging the fabric into his taint and asshole while working his balls.

"Can you handle it?"

"Gonna—!" Gasping, Levi blindly grabs for the pillow behind his head and makes useless attempts to close his bent legs and shy back from the overwhelming stimulation. "Agh, coming please please—"

His poor cock pulses before your eyes, but of course, he still can't get his release. Even by your expectations, he's so much more pent-up than you thought. Too much to give it all to him right away.

He can definitely come with the ring.

You take that route first so he isn't overwhelmed later. Either way, you plan to give him what he deserves.

"Shh..." you soothe, still rubbing using the crotch of his panties, and tugging on his balls. He continues to writhe. "I need to make you less sensitive first."

He groans. "Whose. Fucking. Fault is—"

"Look at me, birthday boy." You slide the panties down—or rather up—to his folded knees, until they dangle off his ankles. He looks like a slutty model fit for a Christmas porn magazine. You leave his rumpled panties alone, and rub his cock.

In the opposite way, he thrashes his head from side to side, whining eagerly. Is he even listening?

You pick up his chin. "Look at mommy."

A big gasp fills his chest as his hazy silver eyes, swimming in lust, focus on yours. Then fall into slits as you properly get your fist around him, and start off with steady, tight pumps.

"Agh need to—come..."

"Eyes stay on me. I wanna watch when I make you come. You wanna come for me, right? For mommy?"

A cry that hardly sounds like Levi bursts out of him. His jaw slackens, moaning what sounds like an affirmative as the slippery sounds get louder and more soaked.

His squirming starts to grow into thrashing. You pin him under more of your weight as toes in those kneesocks curl.

"You can do it with the ring—I know you can. Then you get my mouth on this pretty dick"—you push your thumb through his slit—"and then you can have my pussy."

"Fucking please! Ah. Ah..."

You push your thumb in his gaping mouth, not to pacify him, but to trap his tongue so nothing can be muffled, swallowed, or hidden in any way.

As if he's cognizant of his noises at all. Someone could hear him keening and crying from across the house right now. He humps and writhes in vain under your weight—at your mercy even now.

"Can'," he gasps, hindered by your thumb. "Off."

"No," you state firmly. "You're coming like this."

In the span of only a few minutes, his nonstop writhing stiffens. He cries out girlishly as a slew of dry waves surge through not just his cock and balls but his whole body—curled toes to his empty mind.

It's nothing and it kills him at the same time. His dry climax fuels the tight arch his back takes, then a thick gush of cum dribbling down his dick. More drool drivels down from either side of his open mouth, and drips down his chin.

You groan at the sight. "Good boy... I knew you could do it."

Levi moans heatedly. What are the words?—He just hears that honeyed praise in your voice.

The weight on his hips disappears, along with your thumb as you get into place between his legs. Your hand lands on that evil ring, causing his breath to tremble, then catch as your tongue darts out and licks his tip. "You can do anything you want with my mouth, remember?"

"Ah—uh-huh... P... Please..."

He seems in a whole other world, more than just dumb on the sex—but floating away. You don't want him to go into subspace when it's up to him to take what he wants. Adorable, but not your intentions.

"Stay with me, baby."

That's hard right now. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. His chin tilts back, revealing his bobbing adam's apple as you free his heavy cock. From that moment, he's inches from the edge again. If you just licked him again...

You kiss his lips, getting his hazy eyes to crack open. "This is your day—you can have any part of me you want, so you're in control now. Come back to me, baby."

Your voice, and your reassuring touches help ground him. Coming down from that floating place, he rasps, "Anything...?"

"Mm, I'm yours." You lean down, and kiss his silky lips. "I'm your gift."

A new sheen enters his eyes. He finally lowers his hands, and they fall on your shoulders, pushing your head down into the position from before. Your palms land evenly on the wide planes of his thighs.

"Suck," he whispers.

Your lips obediently close on his tip, suckling and lathing it in your tongue eagerly.

He reels. The soft soaked heat of your mouth effortlessly steals the thoughts from his mind and all sense of patience from his hips—what little he scrounged up after that weak climax.

"Need—" manages to escape him as his fingers make a fist in your hair, and he jerks, stuffing your throat in two thrusts. He feels your throat close on him, and he gasps, "S-Sorry."

You make a disapproving noise and recover quickly. A moment later you bear down even harder, hollowing your cheeks and nuzzling deep into the black curls at the base. You're his.

"Fffuck," he whines, humping shamelessly. His balls slap your chin. To go from nearly nothing to this tight sea of heat eviscerates any notion of an unneeded sorry.

He folds one of his socked legs back to get it deeper. Trying to match his movements becomes completely pointless in a flash. You brace yourself on the sheets outside his waist, and whine. His grip on your hair that he uses to hold you in place creates a sweet sting as he ruts, and then fucks a little deeper, using your mouth for a fucktoy. The blunt, slippery sounds are obscene.

Soon, he starts to ramble, "Fuck your mouth, love your pretty fuckin' mouth I need to come—s'gonna make me come"

Drool pools at the sides of your mouth as he rapidly slides over your tongue. You flare your nostrils to do the bare minimum to breathe—you devote more of your energy to being a hole.

Under a minute. His wide thighs draw tense like iron. He gasps, calls out your name, and dissolves into violent shivers when he comes. Hips snap with reckless abandon as he drains his balls down your throat. You swallow fitfully, and mewl.

Hot tears paint your cheeks that you rapidly blink away as his needy thrusts slow to needy rocking. He doesn't go soft.

When he's trembling, but still, you pull off coughing, still swallowing. A few drops ooze down your chin, besides the drool. You swipe your arm across your mouth.

But it's worth it. It was worth it before he did it. And the way he gazes up now, longing and more than a little wrecked makes it more so.

He sits up on his hands, seizes you at the sides and easily manhandles you until you find yourself shoved and bent in a tight kneel, ass in the air. With a hard grunt, you go down and arch your back. Somehow through all of that, you kept your tank-top and sweatpants.

"Get this fucking shit off," he growls.

"Take it—"

In one rough tug, he rips down your pants. He doesn't bother to take them off—just enough to expose your cunt. You suck in a breath as he spreads your lips, and the cool air touches your glistening pussy.

It's just begging for something to be stuffed inside it. He slides three through your slit, and sinks them inside with ease, making you croon. As soon as they're in, and thrusting in quick sloppy motions, you get tight.

He wanted to make sure—and this. Out again, he stretches his fingers apart, webbed with cum, and licks them clean as he mounts you.

"Fuck me," you moan.

"Shut up."

You shut up.

He spreads your lips and guides his cock through your soaked slit, groaning roughly along with your gasp. He could come just from this, pressing on your folds, getting him soaked in your cum.

"You ready?" he asks.

Levi shoves inside, filling your cunt to the brim in one swift thrust—you barely get the chance to cry out, gaping. Suddenly you're full. Firm balls clap against your ass.

He moans from the bottom of his chest as your tight heat clamps down on him. He missed it, so he grinds in deep, savoring it, and giving you a moment to adjust.

Only a moment. Finally, he gets to fuck. He rams in at a rapid, ruthless pace from the start, deep, so you get to feel it all in a flurry of thrusts from his tip to his fat balls rapidly clapping against your lips. It's loud—almost as loud as you.

"Fuck! Yeah just like—"

"S'my birthday," he moans. His thrusts drag.

Then he lurches forward on the next inward thrust, and pretty white lace is shoved past your lips, stuffing it. He plants your head down. "Toys don't talk."

You whine, throaty and high, and submit. His panties were wet before, but they get soaked quick. You suckle, tasting peaky salt and coarse lace.

His fucking resumes harder than ever. He pins your hips in place. The soaked slapping sounds are loud even over his panting, and you can't help but cry out.

More than fucking you, he uses you. Uses you up for all the last week has been worth.

You purposefully clench down on him, like a massage. You want to make this even better for him, and you reap the reward of hearing him moan, breathy and full.

He bears down harder than ever, ramming in, then dragging out, taking his time. To the tip, to fill you up all over again. He loves watching your cunt almost as much as he loves fucking it. It's puffy, and full of him. When he pulls out, his thick shaft is slathered in it.

"Shit. Your cunt's fucking mine." The hand not pinning your hip comes down on your pussy with a wet slap. You arch your back, and wail, managing to nod.

You got tighter. He whines, and his hand comes down again, his jaw falling slack as your silky cunt squeezes deliciously tight. "Yeah."

His pace resumes as his hand fumbles for your tanktop and yanks, causing your tits to spill out. He scoops one up in his palm and squeezes with abandon, as if staking claim. "I'm gonna fuckin' come in it, then it's really gonna be mine."

A shiver shakes your whole body. Tears ooze down your cheeks as your arch your back. All fucking his, not just today, but especially.

His cock pistons inside at a blinding pace—his hips can barely keep up with his rising climax—before his balls give a deep throb, and he stills. His thighs lock outside your hips as he gasps. He's stranded at the highest peak before the first wave takes him under. "Coming."

You bite down on the lace. As liquid heat shoots inside, you moan with the feeling, head swimming. He never held back—and especially not now that he pumps his cum deep inside you. He moans so sweetly.

With the dying throbs, he braces himself with his hand gnarled in your hair. Delightful shivers shake through him. As they recede, he grinds deep inside in weak rolls.

In the aftermath, he pants harshly, and taps your chin. The soggy panties sag from your mouth. His cock, completely soft, slides out.

You catch a look at his face. His flustered cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead are the picture of fucked-out. It could be a trick of the light, but his heavy silver eyes gleam almost. One side of the frilly brazier sags hafway down his shoulder.

He asks, "You alright after that?"

You nod with a gravely hum. Fleetingly, he affectionately scratches your scalp and leans back. He's satisfied to see your pussy oozing him.

Very satisfied. He falls down next to you on his back, and tugs at you to follow.

You groan, and collapse, resting your head on his chest. You're still horny, but that can come later... if he wants you to.

He's unmoving, except for his chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, you both recover and catch your breath.

You smile wearily, and reach over, carding his damp bangs off his face. You fucked the life out of him. "Did you like your gift?"

He turns his head for more. "Water wet?"

"Mm... Not technically."

He deadpans, and drags you into his arms, practically purring under your touch. This is one of those rare instances that he looks ready to doze off right after. Considering you kept him pent up for a week straight... and the way he stepped into subspace for a minute there, you're not surprised.

"You can nap for a little while. It's still early."

"Mm. Mhm. Maybe." Finally, his eyes crack open. "Kiss."

Beaming, you lean down and do just that, the press gentle, but deep. One that says, I love you.

His lips capture yours in kind, but sluggishly. You want to run a bath for him a little later—although he's tired now, you're in for an especially grumpy Levi when he wakes up if you don't—but for now, you murmur against his lips, "Happy birthday, angel."

#LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC #levi ackerman x reader #snk smut #levi smut #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman smut #aot smut #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot lemon #captain levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi x you #aot imagines #levi oneshot #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman scenarios #levi ackerman x female reader

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chuuyaandreaderkilldazai · 4 months

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characters as things family + friends have said

erwin: what is in your heart? naughty words?

levi: yeah, honestly.

erwin: well, it should be jesus.

#attack on titan #acwnr #this was a convo between lemon and shart btw #aot #aot incorrect quotes #attack on titan incorrect quotes #aot memes #attack on titan memes #aot erwin #erwin smith #levi ackerman #levi aot #a choice with no regrets #shingeki no kyojin #snk incorrect quotes #snk #snk memes

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abz8 · 14 days

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I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.

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There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.

You knock.

Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.

You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.

Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.

Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.

Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.

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Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.

Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.

You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.

He even had the nerve to sign it.

#captain levi #aot lemon #aot x reader #aot imagines #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackermann #levi x oc #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #snk levi #aot #aot fanart #aot fanfiction #anime x reader #anime #animecore

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x0xqzra · 1 month

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✐BOTH❦ - Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader x Hanji Zoe

TW: 18+, Severe mention of explicit and mature topics / sexual topic, threesome, 2 fem / 1 male, tired levi, my own version of timeskip Levi and Hanji (that means this may not be connected to the manga/anime plot-- but may contain some spoilers)

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(Y/N)~your name

P. O. V~point of view

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Third Person's P.O.V

Hanji and (Y/N) sat on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they waited for Levi to return home.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and intimate atmosphere.

Their fingers intertwined, they shared a quiet moment, basking in each other's presence.

The kids, Luke and Liam, had long drifted off to sleep, their gentle breathing filling their own room with a sense of peace. It's a good thing the room is noise proof.

As they heard the door creak open, their attention turned towards the tired figure of Levi entering the room.

His shoulders slumped with exhaustion, but his eyes lit up as he caught sight of Hanji and (Y/N) sitting there, waiting for him.

Hanji flashed him a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"(Y/N) and I were just discussing how we can make your return home even more... interesting," she teased, her voice laced with playful intent.

(Y/N) chuckled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the suggestive remark.

"Yes, we were thinking of giving you a warm welcome," she added, her gaze meeting Levi's with a twinkle of anticipation.

Levi's fatigue seemed to melt away at their words, replaced by a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes.

Levi's eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and surprise. He hadn't expected their suggestion to be so explicit. A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer to Hanji and (Y/N).

"Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to a good time," Levi replied, his voice dripping with anticipation

Hanji's hand slid down Levi's chest, tracing the outline of his muscles before reaching his pants.

She gave them a mischievous smirk before whispering into his ear, "We have all night, my dear Levi.

Levi's breath hitched at Hanji's words, his desire evident in the way his cock twitched against his pants.

He turned towards (Y/N), his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unzipped his pants.

(Y/N) watched intently, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she realized what was about to unfold before her.

As Levi freed himself from the confines of his jeans, Hanji took control of the situation once again, her hand reaching out to caress (Y/N)'s cheek gently before trailing down towards her neck.

Hanji's hand slid down (Y/N)'s neck, her touch sending a shiver down her spine. Levi watched with anticipation as his cock twitched with desire, the pants growing tighter against his growing erection.

The room was filled with an electric tension that hung in the air, an evident energy that crackled between them.

"You ready for this, (Y/N)? Or are you scared of what we have to offer?" Hanji purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Levi and Hanji.

The weight of the situation settled upon her shoulders like a heavy burden, but there was no denying the raw desire that coursed through her veins.

"I... I want this," she finally whispered, her voice laced with both hesitation and longing.

Levi smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Good girl," he chuckled, his hand reaching out to grab (Y/N) by the waist. "Now let's make some fucking memories."

With that, they embraced each other in a passionate kiss that left them breathless. Their bodies molded together seamlessly as they explored each other's mouths hungrily.

They continued to explore each other's mouths hungrily, tongues dancing in a passionate tango.

Levi's hands roamed over (Y/N)'s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips with a possessive grip.

Hanji watched from the sidelines, a smirk playing on her lips as she admired the raw desire that consumed them.

But as the kiss deepened, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt in the back of her mind.

This was uncharted territory for her, and she couldn't deny the fear that gnawed at her insides. She pulled away slightly, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi's eyes searched hers intently before he nodded slowly. "I want to be sure you're ready," he replied softly.

Hanji chimed in with a wicked grin on her face. "Don't worry, babe," she purred. "We'll take it slow and make sure you enjoy every second."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to come.

This was her first time in six years, and she had never done it with two people before. The weight of the moment pressed down on her shoulders, but she refused to let fear hold her back.

"Fuck it," (Y/N) muttered under her breath, her voice laced with determination. "I'm not going to hesitate anymore."

Hanji and Levi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

They knew that this was uncharted territory for (Y/N), but they were also excited to see how she would react.

Levi stepped closer to (Y/N), his gaze intense as he reached out to cup her face gently.

"You ready for us?" he asked, his voice dripping with raw desire.

(Y/N) nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of nervousness and arousal coursing through her veins. "Yeah. I'm ready," she replied breathlessly.

Hanji moved closer, running her fingers along the curve of (Y/N)'s waist before reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over (Y/N)'s head and tossed it aside carelessly.

(Y/N) watched as Hanji's fingers glided along her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension as Levi's hands moved to her breasts, massaging them gently.

His touch was both reassuring and electrifying, causing (Y/N) to moan softly.

Hanji smirked mischievously as she continued to tease (Y/N) with her fingers, her movements becoming more insistent.

"You like that, don't you?" she taunted playfully.

(Y/N) bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape from her lips.

The combination of Levi's skilled fingers on her breasts and Hanji's wicked teasing sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Levi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against (Y/N)'s earlobe as he whispered in a low voice,

"You're so fucking beautiful when you're like this." His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to (Y/N)'s core.

Hanji and Levi continued their relentless assault on (Y/N), their tongues exploring every inch of her pussy with a hunger that bordered on insatiable.

(Y/N) moaned in pleasure, her fingers digging into their hair as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

But even amidst the pleasure, a flicker of hesitation remained in the back of (Y/N)'s mind. She couldn't deny the thrill of being taken by two people at once, but there was still a lingering reluctance that held her back.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, her voice laced with both desire and uncertainty.

Levi pulled away from (Y/N) slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her flushed face.

"Don't worry, baby," he said in a low voice. "We'll take it slow."

(Y/N)'s hand started drifting to Hanji's panties.

Levi's eyes narrowed as he watched (Y/N) fingering Hanji, her fingers exploring the depths of her wetness.

A low growl escaped his lips, a mix of arousal and dominance that sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

He wanted to be the one inside her, filling her up completely.

Without saying a word, Levi positioned himself behind (Y/N) and gently guided his throbbing cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy.

She felt a surge of excitement mixed with hesitation as he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, feeling the fullness of him stretching her walls.

Her fingers continued to move in a desperate rhythm as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Levi's hands gripped onto (Y/N)'s hips tightly as he began to thrust into her with forceful strokes. Each powerful movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over them both.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slapping noises that echoed off the walls. The air was thick with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation.

Levi's thrusts grew more urgent and demanding, his hips slamming into (Y/N)'s in a primal rhythm.

Sweat glistened on their bodies as the air grew thick with the scent of sex and desire.

But despite the intensity of their passion, (Y/N) and Hanji couldn't help but notice that Levi seemed to be holding back.

"Fuck," Hanji gasped between breaths, her voice filled with frustration and arousal. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."

Levi's eyes locked onto Hanji's face, a mixture of hesitation and uncertainty flickering across his features.

"I am," he replied, his voice tinged with reluctance. "But I don't want to come too soon. I want to savor this."

Hanji rolled her eyes dramatically, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.

"Oh sure," she taunted mockingly. "Savoring your pleasure is definitely the way to go."

Levi smirked, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Well," he retorted playfully, "you know me, always looking for an excuse to prolong the inevitable."

Levi's thrusts grew more urgent, his grip on (Y/N)'s hips tightening as he pulled her deeper into his hold.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, a symphony of moans and grunts echoing off the walls.

"Shit," Levi groaned, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking tight around me, baby. You like that?"

(Y/N) could only nod in response, her body trembling with anticipation.

She had never experienced anything like this before, two people taking her to heights she never thought possible.

But even as pleasure coursed through her veins, a flicker of doubt still lingered in the back of her mind.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was what she truly wanted, being used by two people at once.

Hanji sensed (Y/N)'s hesitation and decided to push her boundaries further. With a wicked smile playing on her lips, she reached for her panties and slowly slid them down, revealing glistening wetness between her thighs.

"You like what you see?" Hanji teased playfully, running a finger along (Y/N)'s clit while Levi is fucking her.

(Y/N) could feel the pressure building within her as Levi's thrusts became more erratic.

Her body was on the brink of exploding with pleasure, but a part of her still held back, unsure if she could handle the intensity of their desire.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slapping noises that echoed off the walls.

(Y/N)'s mind raced as she battled against conflicting emotions, the thrill of being desired by two people at once warring against her lingering hesitation.

Hanji watched with amusement as (Y/N) teetered on the edge, her eyes narrowing in anticipation.

She knew exactly how to push (Y/N) over that edge, to make her surrender completely to their carnal desires.

With a devilish grin, Hanji leaned forward and pressed her lips against (Y/N)'s earlobe.

"You're so close," she whispered seductively. "I can practically taste your orgasm.

A shiver ran down (Y/N)'s spine at Hanji's words, sending a jolt of electricity through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath hitched in anticipation as Levi continued to pound into her relentlessly.

"Ahh!" (Y/N) screamed, squirting all over Levi's cock.

Hanji smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she positioned herself in front of (Y/N) as soon as she sat up.

Without a word, she took (Y/N)'s throbbing pussy into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her sensitive clit.

A moan escaped (Y/N)'s lips as pleasure coursed through her body.

Levi watched with anticipation as Hanji expertly worked her mouth up and down the folds.

He could feel his own arousal building, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second.

With a sudden surge of dominance, Levi grabbed hold of Hanji's hair and got onto her back.

His eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs, teasingly brushing against her entrance.

"Ready for this?" he growled in a low voice filled with raw desire.

Hanji smirked back at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Bring it on," she taunted playfully.

Without another word, Levi thrust into Hanji with forceful abandon.

Levi's thrusts, again, grew more urgent and demanding, his hips slamming into Hanji's in a primal rhythm.

Hanji couldn't help but moan as she felt Levi's cock filling her up completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, making her hesitate for a moment before surrendering to the pleasure that consumed her.

But even as they moved together in perfect harmony, there was still a flicker of doubt in (Y/N)'s mind.

She watched as Hanji rode Levi with reckless abandon, feeling both aroused and envious at the same time.

"Fuck," (Y/N) gasped, feeling a surge of desire mixed with hesitation coursing through her veins. "I can't believe we're doing this."

Hanji looked over at (Y/N), a smirk playing on her lips. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

(Y/N) bit her lip nervously, unsure if she wanted to share her thoughts aloud. But deep down, she knew that speaking up could ruin the moment.

Hanji's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to move her lips against (Y/N)'s.

"Well, well," she teased Levi, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like someone is finally ready to embrace their kinky side."

Levi chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into Hanji's hair as he thrust into her with renewed vigor.

"Oh sweetheart," he growled, his voice filled with dirty satisfaction. "You have no idea what you're in for."

(Y/N) watched the scene unfold before them, a mixture of hesitation and curiosity swirling within her.

She couldn't deny the raw desire that surged through her body, but there was still a lingering reluctance that held her back.

As Hanji moaned against (Y/N)'s pussy, her eyes flickered towards (Y/N). There was a mischievous glint in her gaze that sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Shit!" Hanji's body trembled with the force of her climax, her breath ragged and shallow.

She collapsed onto the couch, her muscles exhausted but her mind still consumed by a flicker of hesitation.

Levi, on the other hand, had reached his peak with Hanji's release.

His thrusts grew more erratic as he approached his own orgasm, filling Hanji up, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder if he had pushed Hanji too far.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) lay next to Hanji, her body quivering with pleasure.

The intensity of their shared experience had taken its toll on her mind as well.

As they lay there in silence, caught in the aftermath of their intense encounter, a sense of vulnerability washed over them all.

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Levi's hair.

She pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together, desire crackling between them.

"Oh, so now you're all sweet and gentle?" (Y/N) taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Levi chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on (Y/N)'s waist as he led her towards the bedroom.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as they walked, their bodies brushing against each other in teasing proximity.

As they entered the room, Levi slowly let go of (Y/N) and walked to the living room again and turned to face Hanji, who stood there with drowsiness etched on her face just like (Y/N).

He motioned for her to get closer as he also picked her up in a bridal style.

They all went to bed and snuggle up like love birds.

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zombryz · 10 months

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dancing with titans

˗ˏˋ hii :3 ˎˊ˗

chapter one - rainy days

masterlist | chapter two (coming soon!) | read on ao3 |

pairings - Levi x afab!reader | Jean x afab!reader | v minor Eren x afab!reader

warnings - slowburn, eventual smut, blood and gore, angst, possessiveness, unrequited love (but not really)

word count - 3.5k

Let’s imagine this is Levi watching the reader and Jean *insert eyes emoji* hehe

You still remember your very first interaction with Captain Levi. Before the temperatures began to fall, it was a rainy day during the 104th Training Corps, so you were not quite required to wear winter clothing. Captain Levi, the current Commander of the Survey Corps, and Keith Shadis, your instructor and the former 12th Commander of the Survey Corps, had been assessing the soldiers during ODM training. Captain Levi came to scope out the new recruits and see if there were any promising faces that he could ultimately add to his team. There were dozens of military dropouts that first month, but you stayed. Now that you think about it, you’re not sure why you stayed, but you’re glad you did. Although the training was challenging and exhausting, you never gave up on the belief that your life might one day have meaning. Growing up in the Utopia district made life unbearably dull and made you feel trapped inside the walls, and you were constantly hearing stories about soldiers who went outside the walls. One day you had enough and decided to leave home to join the military because you no longer wanted to be bound to the life set out for you inside the walls. You wanted excitement, even if that meant death. Now, here you were, aiming to take down ten fake Titan structures with your ODM gear and steel swords in hand. You scored a perfect ten; you know you did. You landed on your feet in front of Commander Shadis and Captain Levi after mastering the grips and gliding swiftly through the air. Breathing heavily, you looked up at your instructor and noticed the man beside him.

“You hold your blades similar to the way I hold mine.�� Captain Levi, who was a stranger at the time, speaks monotonously and nods his head toward your hands, which were holding both blades backward. It was the most comfortable position for you; you were holding them that way without even realizing it. His eyes remained on your form for a moment while you looked down at your hands and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. His steely gray eyes looked tired and heavy. To be honest, you never gave him much thought back then. You never really answered him either, as you remember. Instead, you gave him an ingenuine smile and turned your attention to Commander Shadis, who was waiting to give his score to you.

“Yep, you got a perfect score,” he sighs slightly, “again.” You jump in excitement and thank him before heading back to your fellow recruits. As you walked back to the rest of the group, you felt eyes bore into the back of your head. They were Captain Levi’s.

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It wasn’t until you saw Captain Levi in action that you fell for him. He did in fact hold his blades similarly to you; the only distinction was that you held both backward, whereas he only held the blade backward in his left hand. During your first expedition beyond the walls, he was mesmerizing; you watched in awe as he effortlessly chopped up twelve-meter-tall titans without any assistance. You and Levi would dance around each other while taking down Titans. He would cross over into your path, and you would into him, never once having to verbally communicate what the other was doing. You read his movements like a book, and he read yours. It felt romantic in a way that you had never felt anything like it. At the end of the expedition, he complimented the way you moved in the sky, causing you to blush. You thanked him and finally looked at him for the first time. You complimented him back and even brought up the way he held his blades. He smiled slightly, a hint of red threatening to spill onto his face. You’ll never forget how his eyes still looked so tired, but you could see the admiration he held for you.

That was two years ago. Now, you are in your final year of the training corps, with only a month left until graduation. You've made friends, but you’ve barely talked to Levi. You had been pining for Levi ever since that day during your expedition. He was either completely unaware of your feelings for him or did not share them. You tried multiple times to bury them but to no avail. That’s how you found yourself here, sitting at the table with all of the friends you’ve made in the training corps. Somehow, everyone at your table knew about your feelings for your captain, and it was embarrassing.

“When are you going to give up?” Eren nudges your shoulder softly, completely knocking you out of your thoughts while you stare at Levi from across the cafeteria. You loved watching the way he drank his afternoon tea. He held his cup differently, just like his blades, with almost all of his fingers around the rim. His fingers were delicate and veiny, and you were captivated by how such pretty hands allowed him to be a ruthless killer. Back to the present - you shove Eren back gently, and your face is beet red now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, feigning innocence while biting into the apple that Mikasa offered you earlier.

“What do you see in him anyway? He’s short and mean.” Eren rests his head in his hands and looks up at you. His words draw the attention of the rest of the table, and they all turn to look at you and Eren.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered in a sing-song voice. “He's super strong and funny.” You answer, not fully believing the second part.

“Funny?” Eren tches, “The captain is NOT funny.” Eren rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair before sitting back in his chair, visibly annoyed. “And… I’m strong. I’m probably the strongest one here!” He speaks louder than he meant to.

“Hey, watch it, Yeager!” Jean chimes in from the other side of you without looking at you or Eren. It was common knowledge that Jean Kirstein and Eren Yeager liked you. Sometimes you thought Eren pretended to like you just to get on Jean’s nerves, and it was amusing for the most part.

“Hey man, you and I have about the same chance!” Eren raises his voice again while looking past you and at Jean. Armin and Mikasa sat across from you, and beside them sat Connie and Sasha. Everyone was eating their lunch but sat quietly listening in on the drama.

Jean didn’t answer Eren; instead, he finally looked at you with his golden brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked kind of cute being the center of attention. He was definitely not as open about his crush on you as Eren was. You just giggled slightly until Armin opened his mouth.

“When are you both going to give up?” Armin questions the boys while stuffing his face with potatoes. Mikasa looks at him angrily, and Sasha starts laughing while falling back in her chair. “What? Someone had to say it,” he adds when he notices Mikasa’s face.

“He has a point.” Connie lifts his finger up, speaking in a serious voice that he doesn’t usually use. “Someone’s eventually going to give in. Statistically speaking, one of you has to like the other person back. Either you like Eren or Jean, or Captain Levi likes you.” You immediately feel hot at his words because they are true; you just wish they weren’t because that meant Levi liking you back wasn’t an option. On top of your crush on Levi, you also had feelings for Jean. At the beginning of the training corps, you thought Jean was just an asshole, but as the years went by, you noticed you were getting closer and closer to him. He was really sweet and caring towards anyone he cared about, which included you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and you felt lucky to have him as a friend. He also had a tendency to be really attractive when he took charge, and you even noticed that sometimes out in the field, you and Jean would dance around each other in ODM gear. It wasn’t as smooth as it had been with Levi, but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

You took the route of deflection: “So you’re saying I have a chance with our Captain?” You grin at your words until you hear the sound of Jean’s chair scraping the floor loudly as he gets up to leave. “No, Jean, c'mon, I was kidding!” You yell back at him, but he’s already halfway across the cafeteria. Damn, his long legs.

You take one final bite of your apple before pushing back your chair to follow him. Eren goes to stop you, but Mikasa quickly grabs the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stay at the table. Jean made his way out of the cafeteria and into the corridor of the main building. You quickly turn the corner, and your face collides with something solid. It was Jean’s shoulder. He apparently didn't go down the hallway as far as you thought he had; instead, he was leaning up against the wall.

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to still you, and you quickly grab your head to comfort the sharp pain in your skull.

“Ow.” You get out while rubbing the side of your head. Damn, Jean and his height. His shoulders were the same height as your head.

Jean realizes where you’re hurting, so he slowly reaches up to pull your hand away from your head. Your head was now being held by both of his hands, and he was gently rubbing your temple with his thumb. After a second, you finally open your eyes, and you’re face-to-face with his chest. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with big, concerned eyes. You melted into his touch and gravitated towards his chest more and more.

“You okay? Why did you follow me out here?” Jean gets all of his questions out at once without pulling away from you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You breathed deeply before continuing, “I just wanted to check on you. I didn’t mean to upset you, Jean.” You brought your fingers up and gently caressed his forearms.

“You didn’t upset me. I-” Jean sighs. He goes to say something else when someone behind you emerges from the cafeteria and clears his throat to make his presence known.

“Am I interrupting something, Cadets?” You jump at his voice, recognizing it anywhere. It was Captain Levi. Jean immediately drops his hands from your head, and the both of you jump two feet away from each other.

“No sir, sorry sir!” You and Jean salute Captain Levi at the same time, and you both look extremely embarrassed with your hands over your hearts.

“Cadets in training are not allowed public displays of affection.” Levi’s eyes wander over yours briefly before landing on Jean’s. His face no longer showed any softness he had while looking at you. “Once you graduate, you can hold any cadet you’d like for all I care. Do I make myself clear?”

Jean looked down at Captain Levi and quickly replied, “Sir, Yes sir!” Levi stepped back toward you, and his eyes looked you up and down before he turned on his heel and walked down the hallway without saying another word.

“Woah, Captain Levi never gets onto cadets for breaking the affection rule. Usually, it’s Commander Erwin.” Jean released the breath he had been holding and turned to look at you. You were completely flustered, and you were holding your hands behind your back while watching the Captain’s form disappear down the corridor. Jean rolled his eyes and took hold of your chin to force you to look at him. Once you were looking at him, he dropped his hand so that you both wouldn’t get into trouble again.

“I really don’t have a chance, do I?” Jean’s eyes are fixed on you now. His voice was barely above a whisper, and his posture was not as confident as before.

You open your mouth to answer, but no words come out. His question echoed in your head, but you had no idea how to answer it. Jean took your silence as an answer.

“Okay.” He straightens himself once more and sniffles slightly, but plays it off. “I am going to let you go now.” He looks at you for a moment longer, hoping you'll say something, but you don’t. He then closes his eyes and walks away, down the same corridor Levi did.

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It was finally graduation day after three long years. There were two hundred and eighteen cadets who graduated alongside you. Everyone had three options: the garrison regiment, aka those whose job it was to reinforce the walls; the scout regiment, who would ride out into Titan country; or the military police regiment, aka the lazy bastards. You were at the top of your class, along with Connie, Sasha, Jean, Marco, Eren, Mikasa, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie. The night of your graduation you noticed Jean acting weird. Everyone was drinking and having a good time when you noticed a saddened look across Jean’s face. He barely talked all night. Eren even tried to pick a fight with him, but he didn’t fight back.

“Hi,” you said, joining him at the wooden table he was sitting at inside one of the dining halls. Marco was sitting next to him and took his cue to leave. You smiled at him, and he shot you a sympathetic look. The room was loud and full of drunk cadets, but you ignored the noise to talk to Jean.

“Hey.” He answered before taking another sip of his beer.

“What’s up with you? Why do you look so sad?” You shift your body closer to him, and he shifts away slightly. This wasn’t the first time he had shifted away from you, not allowing you to get close to him anymore. Ever since that day in the hallway a month ago, his entire body language around you has changed.

“I’m joining the military police.” He stares blankly at nothing in particular. He knew you would have a bad reaction. Everyone else in your group was planning on joining the scout regiment, including you. He prepared himself for you to scream a loud “WHATTT?” that drew everyone's attention to him but it didn’t come and instead -

“Oh.” Your voice comes out shaky now. Your reaction makes him actually look at you this time. You were holding your beer between your thighs, and your head was hanging low as you were just staring at your fingers around the handle of the mug. You didn’t want him to join the military police. You knew that’s what he wanted, but for some reason, you always thought he’d change his mind. “Please don’t.” You tilt your head up slightly as tears threaten to form, your throat feeling like thorns as you speak.

“Why shouldn’t I? I would have three meals daily for life, and I’d be safe behind the walls.” He shifts his body towards you now with an aggression in his voice that wasn’t there before. He just wanted you to say the magic words that would get him to stay. He wasn’t even intending to play this game with you. Heck, he told himself a month ago that he would go into the military police, settle down with a nice girl, and forget all about you and everyone else. He didn’t want to think about how you would never love him. He even stopped sitting next to you at meals and staying away from you during training and downtime. He was already feeling much better being away from the magnet that you were, which sucked him in every time you were near.

“I need you, Jean.” Your drunken thoughts betrayed you, and you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him in a way that you never had before. You corrected yourself by adding, “We need you,” but it was already too late. Jean was already being pulled back into your magnetic aura. He hated himself for it, but he cared about you way too much to let you go out into Titan territory without him.

“I guess I’ll think about it some more.” He hated seeing you sad. “Tonight, let’s just get drunk.” His face finally turns up, and he allows himself to be happy again. He takes a swig of beer and looks over at you. Your smile grows, and you throw your arms around him in a drunken hug that makes him fall backward a little. This makes you spill your beer and his, but you don’t care. Jean takes the opportunity to hug you back, and he buries his face in your hair, scared that he’d never have the chance to again. He decided he would still be at arm's length from you so that he could try to move on. He needed to pull away from you, he reminded himself.

After another beer and bantering with Sasha and Connie, you noticed Captain Levi in the dining hall checking up on all of the cadets. He was sitting in the corner with Commander Erwin and had a cup of tea in his hand. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you started approaching him with a newfound confidence you didn’t have before.

“Hiiii,” You tried your best to appear sober, but your words just came out overly excited and silly.

“Hi, Cadet,” Erwin says before Levi gets a chance to speak. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, sir!” You sloppily salute them both before grabbing a seat at their table. “Sooo, Levi.” You start inappropriately speaking to your captain while leaning over the table, purposely so he has a view of your chest and your slightly unbuttoned blouse. This was unfortunately an attempt at flirting.

“Yes, Cadet?” Captain Levi ignores that you didn’t refer to him as captain. For some reason, you’re the only one he allows to cross the line a little, even when you’re not drunk out of your mind.

“Oh, I-I just, I’m s-so, drunk. I don’t think I can walk back to my room.” You feign innocence and pout. He raises an eyebrow, unsure of what you’re getting at, but this was quite amusing for him. Usually, you’re so confident and rational that you never speak out of line like this. “Can you carry me to my room, sir?” For theatrics, you lay the back of your palm on your forehead and flip around so that the back of your head is lying on the table, and you’re now looking at your captain, who is upside down. Even upside down, he is so handsome. This makes Erwin chuckle. Oh god, it's a bad idea to be upside down. You suddenly get dizzy. Eren looks over and sees this fiasco and mumbles to himself, “shit,” before running over to you.

“Hey Y/N, you look tired; let’s get you back to your bunk.” Eren lifts you by your arms, and you let yourself be a dead weight while giggling. Your vision quickly jumps from an upside-down Levi to a right-side-up Eren, who was pulling you into him.

“Hi, Eren.” You smiled at him sweetly. “Will you carry me to my room since you’re so strong?” You refer back to when he was trying to convince you to choose him. You then add more sweetness by giving him big puppy-dog eyes.

Eren looks past you and apologizes to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin before he brings his attention back to you. “Yeah, of course.” Before Eren says anything else, you jump into him, grab the sides of his face, and kiss him passionately. His eyes widen, and his arms are weakly laid across your hips in an awkward fashion. He’s red from ear to ear when you pull away from his lips. Eren takes a moment to collect himself and then carries you on his back to your room. You fell asleep on his shoulder, and he laid you in your bunk and covered you with a blanket before he left. He walked away, brushing his lips with his fingers. He wondered if you’d remember doing that in the morning.

Back to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin, who just watched Eren carry you off to bed. “That could’ve been you if you said yes,” Erwin says, raising an eyebrow and directing his laughter at Levi.

“Oh, shut up; the brat just got too drunk for her own good.” Levi scoffed and continued to drink his tea, but his thoughts were filled with what-ifs. What would have happened if Eren hadn’t pulled you away? Would it have been him trying to take care of your drunk ass? He huffs to himself and calls it a night before standing up and leaving Erwin along with the rest of the cadets. He was suddenly no longer interested in being there.

Meanwhile, Jean saw everything. His chest hurt, but he reminded himself that he needed things like this in order to move on from you. Deep down, though, he kept wondering why Eren and not him. Was it just because Eren was there? Or do you secretly like Eren too? Liking Levi was one thing, but Eren was someone you could easily have if you so chose. Jean decided to have another drink.

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whalienjxy · 2 years

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4:02pm

wc~1.6k

You’re being dragged down a familiar hallway, not a word uttered as your face remains in a bored deadpan, unlike the man dragging you, whose scowl scared a couple of cadets out of your way only a few minutes ago. You let yourself be dragged by the forearm, knowing your destination well, as well as what will be thrown at you the moment you two are behind closed doors.

“Levi–”

“I think I was very clear when I told you to keep your mouth shut.”

It was kinda amusing, to be very honest, seeing him all riled up like that, so you decide to keep quiet, unlike yourself, until you reached the familiar door to Levi’s quarters. Out of habit, you check to see if anyone can see you two entering together, forearm in his hand and all, but you get thrown in the room before you check your left side.

By the time you recovered from your not very little stumble there and began to turn around with a full-blown expression of disbelief to scold Levi for handling you that way, the door was thrown shut. You barely have any time to register what was going on before you find your back slammed against the wooden door, broad shoulders and a darkened gaze blocking the sunlight coming from the big windows.

Yes, your initial thought was to scold him still, but the view from where you are is enough to make you forget your own name.

Levi’s bangs shadow his face, silver eyes pinning you down with a fiery gaze. His jaw is locked tight, inhaling deep breaths to keep himself in control as he pins you to the door with both his palms bracing your head.

“Levi,” You begin carefully. Scolding long forgotten. “I was just being nice.”

“Nice,” Levi scoffs. “Nice? You call that being nice?”

“Jean is like… ten years younger than me. Why would he even be flirting with me?” You know well that Kristien was sure as fuck trying to sway you, it has been happening for a while; ever since he managed to grow a beard. And given that no one other than Hange knew of your relationship status, not yet, your younger friend couldn’t take a hint.

All you could do was laugh at his jokes and politely avoid anything that could be considered as you flirting back, but there’s only so much you can do when you literally grew up among the group, let alone help raise them too.

“Are you blind?” Levi’s voice raises only a pitch, eyes widening with obvious fury. “The little cunt is all over you every fucking day!”

You try not to let it be visible, you really do, but Levi sees the little friction of amusement that breaks on your face and then disappears altogether. It doesn’t look like he likes it when his eyebrows raise, and he gives you a look that could make anyone else piss their pants.

“I raised those kids, sweetheart. I’m sure he–”

“So have i. And I know a flirtatious Jean Kristein when I fucking see one.” Levi speaks through gritted teeth, leaning in a bit as he slams a palm on the wood beside your head. “And you just laugh along with him, huh? You think he’s funny?”

You shrug. “He is kinda funny, though–”

“Y/n…” His pitch drops impossibly low. You have to fight the urge to kiss him when he leans in once more. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

The smile finally breaks free on your face. A hand reaches for his taut jaw, and you squeeze his cheekies as you slightly shake his head in your hand. You scrunch your nose at him endearingly. “You’re so cute when you’re pissed off.”

The fingers latching on your wrist were a clear warning, so you gracefully let go of his face and let your limb be pinned where Levi’s hand previously was on the door. You can’t wipe the amused smile off your face anymore, not even when his eyes stare daggers right into you.

“Were you flirting back with him on purpose?”

“I wasn’t flirting back with him,” You tell him pointedly, the smile falling off a little. “I was just trying to dodge it. That’s all.”

“So you admit that he was flirting with you.”

You stare at him, silent, blank, eyes slightly wider than usual. You attempt to push him off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Levi slams you back against the door. “You let him touch your hair,” Levi seethes. His nose is an inch away from yours. “First Reiner, then Hange, and now this piece of shit?”

Now he can’t just be this close to you and not do anything about it. You find it absurd, in fact, and given the situation at hand, you’d just love to get the best possible outcome. “What can I say? I’m just likable like that.” You smile innocently, shrugging a bit for demonstration. “Besides, me and Hange were never a thing. You’re just bitter because they used to be comfortable with me long before you had.”

His blood continues to boil. It keeps raising and raising, and the way you just never learned to keep it in your damn mouth will only make him bubble over. You have this mischievous glint in your eyes, knowing well you have his every fucking key right in the palm of your hand, and you just love to abuse your power.

He knows you weren’t flirting back with Jean. He knows you wouldn’t do such a thing to him, but fuck, that damn giant just doesn’t get tired of you blocking his every damn attempt. One day Levi sees him trying and succeeding in making you laugh, the next he sees him touching a curl in your hair, telling you that it’s pretty, you should let your hair down more often, and the other he catches him fucking winking at you, and knowing you, Levi knows you can’t help but giggle and look away nervously, looking of his silver gaze instead.

Maybe it stings extra because Levi knows he never did shit like that with you? His flirting skills are… under development, and have been for all the years you two have been together, hence the crack in his ego when a mere fucking teenager could make his girl blush and giggle like that when he’s standing there like a scarecrow.

But that just can’t do anymore. You’re his. You’re his alone. He doesn’t give a shit about secrecy or privacy anymore.

“Comfortable,” Levi’s free hand finds the hem of your coat. The slight pull of the corner of his lips fills you with dread and excitement simultaneously. “You act like a damn slut and call it comfortable?” He raises his gaze to yours, yanking you into him by the coat. Your eyes widen at both the gesture and the venom dripping from his lips. “You like the attention, eh?”

Okay, so he’s that kind of pissed. You’re left speechless, breathless, amusement long yanked out of you as you watch him in anticipation, debating on whether or not should you just spit something bratty to agitate him more, but he never gives you the satisfaction.

“Kitty got your tongue?” Levi tilts his head just a bit, eyebrows shooting up. “What? You only know how to talk back to him?”

“I don’t think you’ll like it if I talk back,” You decide on this, for now, tilting your head just the way he did, gaze firmly held with his. Your free hand trails from his abdomen and up to his toned chest, pushing past the military coat to reveal more of him. “What if I tell you all the things Kristein told me, hmm?” You pout, popping the first button of his shirt open, then the next, all while staring right in his eyes. “Or that time when Hange and I got so drunk and almost–”

Before you even register, your face was pressed against the hard wood with both wrists pinned at the small of your back firmly, feeling the warmth of Levi’s whole body press against your back. One hand had grabbed a full handful of your hair while the other keeps your hands in place, and you feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks.

“I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, brat,” Levi growls, tightening his fingers around your wrists when you try to yank them away to no avail. “We’ll see what that pretty mouth can tell me afterward, hmm?”

“It’s the middle of the fucking day, Levi,” You groan, trying to look back at him, but the hand in your hair keeps your cheek pressed to the smooth wood. “Are you nuts? I have a training session in–”

“I cleared your schedule for the whole day,” He slides away, dragging you with him like a ragdoll, only to bend you over his very clean desk mere seconds later, making sure to push your cheek extra hard into the surface as he whispers in your ear. “You stay here like a good girl until I come back if you wanna cum, ight?”

Not that tone. Fuck, not that damn tone. You can already feel the warmth between your legs.

When you don’t reply, a harsh spank falls on your exposed ass, and you can’t help the loud yelp that exits you.

“Did you fucking hear me, brat?”

“Okay, okay,” You nod a bit rapidly.

He leans back with a satisfied hum, and you feel your scalp sting at the loss of contact, except something tells you that this is the least pain you’ll be receiving today.

And doesn’t that just excite you?

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part 2 up soon besties<3

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estrellamorningstar · 2 months

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Pride [Part Three]

18+ ONLY

Part 1 Part 2

a/n: VERY IMPORTANT, Reiner in this has 10 years added to him, he is not a teenager

Summary: A distraction while you can´t get your hands on Levi might be good for you.

Warnings: 18+, smut, a lot of smut, a bit tense, smut

Word Count: 7657

Your encounter with Levi goes unnoticed by most. You sit down to eat dinner when Reiner walks in and his eyes scan you as if to see if Levi hurt you in any way. When he sits down on the opposite side of the table you move your collar up without thinking, Levi had left some marks on your throat and you kept trying to hide it. So far nobody had noticed, but Reiner´s gaze is now fixated on your eyes.

´´You have to report him,´´ Reiner says softly.

´´Report what?´´ Bertholdt interrupts your attempt at finding an excuse. Levi briefly explained why he was ordered to stay away from you. You both had decided it better to try and avoid situations that would see you two alone. I will find you when this is all over Levi had promised you, but there was as little conviction in his voice as there was passion in the last kiss he gave you. And so you watched Levi walk out of your life once more, but this time you finally accepted that you will never get him away from the Military or his debt to Erwin Smith.

´´She´s hurt-´´ you kick Reiner under the table before he says anything else. Bertholdt´s eyes jump between you, trying to understand the situation.

´´I have trouble controlling my horse, Reiner thinks I should ask for a different one,´´ you hold out your hand to show Bertholdt the bite mark Luna had left earlier. He inspects the bite and sits down next to his friend who is now staring at you, but to your relief doesn´t say a word further. You finish dinner quickly, all you want to do is take a shower and change out of your underwear that is still soaked from your encounter with Levi.

´´He´s using his position to manipulate you,´´ Reiner´s voice comes from the shadows as you step outside the bathhouse. You wonder how long he was waiting for you.

´´He didn´t do anything, Reiner,´´ you shiver slightly in the night air, your wet hair is draping your shoulders and causing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

´´What are the marks on your throat?´´ he steps closer to you, lifting your chin so that your neck is exposed. Your lock your eyes on his, trying to stay calm, searching your head for a reasonable explanation.

´´Reiner, you will have to let it go-- please,´´ nothing comes to your mind, but you can´t let him know about your past with Levi. You feel annoyed that you´re left with having to defend Levi´s actions, even though you didn´t mind them at the time. Reiner nods subtly, but there is something behind his eyes that reminds you of Levi once more. He might agree to not ask questions about what happened, but he´s never going to forget.

After the encounter with Levi you see very little of him. You know that there are long expeditions being done by the Survey Corps and you often hear about the number of Titans that Humanity´s Greatest supposedly kills without as much as catching his breath. The more everybody hears of Levi´s heroism the more Cadets decide that fighting along the Survey Corps is where they want to be. There is a loud exception that is determined to join the MP, but only the top ten finishers in the Corps will get the opportunity. Nile had told you that you will get in the MP no matter what and, after having spoken to Levi who seemed to be very opposed to the idea, you begin questioning Nile´s decision.

There is not much time to think though, the training becomes more intense and after a few months Commandant Keith announces a survival exercise coming up. The Cadets are split into two groups, each group will have to follow a map and meet at a point, the whole time everything needs to be noted down and any inconsistencies in the map corrected. You meet with your group for a week before the trip, discussing strategies and reviewing survival skills. You know that you have skills to survive most things, but the idea of the vastness and the unknown of large distances of woods and nature scares you. There is comfort in knowing that Reiner will be around.

On the eve of the exercise Reiner sits next to you at the dinner table, his body brushes against yours, but you don´t move away. This has become a habit that you guiltily indulge in whenever Reiner is around. Neither of you had crossed the line that you were about to cross that one time, but both of you know that it will take very little conviction when an appropriate time comes.

´´You need to get a good rest before tomorrow,´´ Reiner´s golden eyes are fixated on you once more. By now you´re used to his staring. It´s like he´s holding himself back from touching you by intensely staring you down. The difference between Levi and Reiner is noticeable. You know that Reiner wants to have you to himself, he tenses up whenever anybody as much as talks to you, but he never tells you how he feels.

´´Reiner...´´ you look at him, amused.

´´I know you´re a big girl, but you haven´t left the city yet,´´ Reiner´s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for bread. The way he calls you a big girl makes you swallow hard. ´´You need to be fully focused.´´

´´I think I´ll do fine, with a big, strong man like you looking after me,´´ you wave at Bertholdt who has just entered the room and feel Reiner stiffen up next to you. You have been feeling especially needy recently and Reiner´s constraint is driving you crazy. You feel like making a move would somehow betray Levi, so you wait, butReiner doesn´t seem to be capable of crossing that line. It´s somewhat a relief, because even though Levi and you had decided to stay away from each other, you still felt like there is a chance with him. You do find yourself teasing and flirting with Reiner, testing his limits and testing yours in the process.

´´Anything can happen in the middle of the night out there,´´ Reiner mutters through gritted teeth before Bertholdt sits down in front of you, you realize that you have gone red from the meaning behind Reiner´s words because Bertholdt´s eyebrows are raised as he scans your face. You´re glad to see Annie throw her plate of food next to Bertholdt´s, drawing the attention away from you. Soon enough the four of you go over the list of items that need to be packed and go over the last few details of the exercise and the goal of it.

Reiner insists on walking you to your barracks. You walk in silence, Reiner´s arm brushes against yours every now and then. Being in the Military makes for a touch deprived existence and you have noticed many people finding comfort in other´s vicinity, sometimes subtly and sometimes not so much. Most of the cadets being teenagers doesn´t help the tensions either.

´´You should take my horse tomorrow, Luna´s not ready,´´ Reiner turns to you before you reach the door.

´´I can´t rely on your horse all the time, Reiner,´´ you shake your head at his words. You had improved your control over Luna. In fact, she was the polar opposite of what she used to be. The problems arose when you weren´t near her. She would get nervous and kick people that would get near her if it wasn´t you. It was still harder for you to control her from distance, but once she knew it was you that was calling for her she would follow your every command.

´´You can´t split from the group tomorrow at all, do you understand?´´ You know that his concern comes from a place of caring, but you have been doing just as well as Reiner, if not better, in some cases when it came to tests. Of course, woods and survival skills was something you had been worried about for a long time and you told Reiner as much. Ever since you mentioned your worries he was sharing all the information he could with you to prepare you for the danger of the world that isn´t ours is how he put it.

´´Reiner, I´m a big girl, remember? Maybe getting lost is what I need to benefit from this exer-´´ you stop talking before anything even happens. You saw the shift in Reiner´s eyes before he leaned over and kissed you... on your cheek. It takes every bit of your energy to not punch him in the arm and demand his tongue down your throat. The way he had leaned into you made you salivate just from the anticipation, so the change in his direction felt like a punch to your gut and all the built up frustration from teasing him returns to bite you on your ass.

´´Goodnight, Reiner,´´ you practically growl at the man and shut the door in his face. You get ready for sleep quickly, but very little sleep comes. You know that Reiner is playing the same game as you are, but you can´t afford to break first. The pride that you had promised to bury with your past is holding onto your soul like the last leaf of an autumn tree. You are aware of how unlikely it would be for you to be with Levi, but you feel guilt every time you imagine yourself with Reiner, even though those thoughts excite you.

You have been seriously considering going against Commander Nile´s wishes and joining the Survey Scouts. Your judgment largely influenced by being closer to Levi, but you can´t spend two more years denying any possibility of physical contact with another man. And yet, you hold yourself back when you could be responding fully to Reiner´s attempts at physical contact. You don´t move your foot away when he touches you, but you often wonder how he would react if you would rub your foot against his shin in response. Or when he deliberately reaches over you to grab something and you freeze in his presence, you are often so close to pushing your ass into him.

Even Bertholdt has stopped telling Reiner off for staring at you when you do tedious tasks, because all you can do is blush and carry on with what you´re doing, doing your best not to wink at him, a habit that you gained when you used to steal money from drunk married men. You´re pretty sure there is a bet going between Annie and Bertholdt on who is going to break first, but Levi´s hold is too strong over you for you to give in. You do know that you´re approaching your limit and with the dangerous task ahead of you, you need your head in the game fully.

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Levi has had only time for expeditions as Survey Corps continue their research on Titan behavior. He has now been assigned to help Captain Hange out with their bizarre plan to capture a Titan to do more thorough research on the humanity´s biggest threat. Levi isn´t too happy with how quickly Erwin approved Hange´s plan. The plan itself works in theory, but the execution might see to a loss of a considerable amount of lives.

He has also been staying away from the Training Corps, the temptation is there though, but Erwin sometimes mentions you in passing, to assure Levi that you´re doing well and that you might have even changed your mind about the MP. That somewhat puts his mind at ease, but his sleepless nights are often spent thinking of you and wondering how things would have turned out had he stayed behind. He also wishes that the last moments he spent with you had been more meaningful, that he would have given you all of him and shown you that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him, but he has a duty to fulfill.

´´You´re daydreaming again, Levi,´´ Hange´s voice catches him by surprise, Levi had been staring at the fire without realizing. Hange often drives Levi crazy, they have no filter and their love for Titans is keeping him on the edge, and, as much as it amuses everybody else, Levi is more worried that Hange will slip up one day and pay with their life. He has grown to love Hange in his own way, there is not a bad bone in their body and all their time and energy is invested in finding out more about what make Titans tick. Hange has found some valuable information in the last three years since the fall of Wall Maria and with a new strategy Survey Corps leaves the safety of the Walls once more.

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You wake up and look outside the window. There is a barely visible line of light on the horizon, but you know that there is no way you will get back to sleep. Your head feels heavy, but you hope that the walk to the stables will sober you up a little. As you approach the stables you realize that Thomas, who is the leader of your group for the exercise, and most of the boys are already saddling their horses up. You don´t see Reiner or Bertholdt anywhere. In fact, you don´t remember seeing Annie in her bed either. You´ve caught the three of them discussing something in hushed arguments more often recently, but since they don´t want to involve you in their drama, you leave it.

Thomas suggests to get a quick breakfast and head off as soon as possible. The task is to get to the destination and take as much information on the way, the trip should take a couple of days there and same on return, but Thomas is convinced it can be done in a much shorter time. Reiner had scoffed at the suggestion when he mentioned it a couple of weeks ago, but you had learnt to time your shin kicks with Bertholdt and the two of you got given punishment for not being able to stifle your giggles when you made eye contact with Bertholdt. It was one of the few times when you felt glad to have made friends, because laughing the way you did when you left the meeting reminded you of times Underground. Reiner hadn´t been amused because you earned yourself a week of working in the armory, cleaning the ODM gear with Bertholdt.

After breakfast there is still no sign of the trio, but by the time you arrive at the stables you first notice Reiner´s blonde hair. Your eyes fall to his boots that are covered in mud, yet the night had been dry. The other two also look like they´ve not been sleeping either. You can´t remember whether Annie made it to the barracks at all. Annie gives you a challenging look. You leave your questions for later, they´re clearly up to something, but you would rather get their side of the story before you cause any trouble. Besides, everybody is ready to go and Thomas is keen to begin the trip before the other group is finished with their breakfast.

The day starts out hot, you have been told to ration water, because apart from a map with a rough area marked in the middle of it, you don´t know how likely you will get any water source without having to go out of your way, and you can´t afford to waste time according to Thomas´s guidance. The heat, the lack of sleep and the gentle swaying of Luna´s trot sees you zoning out as you watch Bertholdt, Annie and Reiner exchange secretive looks. You´re trying to remember all the other times they had disappeared together. It certainly was more than you could count, but nobody else had drawn attention to that. They were always present when someone superior was around and other Cadets had no time to focus on anything else but their own training.

You admire the landscape, you have never seen so many trees and so much green. Bertholdt slows down his horse and shares his knowledge of tree names and what kind of fruit they bear. Reiner is ahead of you, but you notice him looking over his shoulder every now and then, annoyed. You find Reiner´s brooding amusing, but you´re also curious of what Bertholdt has to say so you ask him questions and you pass most of the morning learning a lot about the world that you are now a part of.

By lunchtime comes a realization that the map is wrong. After many arguments and tensions, Reiner comes to a conclusion that the map is an older version and had been drawn from a perspective of a merchant, the only accurate part of it was the main road. Lunch is short-lived and Thomas´s plan to get ahead has been ruined by having to double back and find the most accurate part of the map. Bertholdt takes it upon himself to draw the map as accurate as possible to make it easier to get back, but the trip is halted by a fork in the road, there are four paths, all leading into the woods, and only the main one is marked on the map. A decision is made to send groups of people to explore each path before deciding the next move.

Reiner volunteers at the same time as you and so Thomas pairs you up to explore the path leading to the left. Reiner still seems to be annoyed about your morning lesson with Bertholdt because for most part of your exploration you spend in silence, taking notes of any noticeable changes in the environment or writing down instructions Reiner thinks are important to know. The farther you go, the closer the trees grow together. But the path is definite and Thomas had instructed to keep following the path until it ends or something significant appears, but to keep an eye out for the sun, getting lost in the tall trees at night would keep your team even further away from your goal.

The trees begin to thin out and you come to a narrow river. It´s a sight that you take a while to take in. Late afternoon sun has found it´s way into the forest and paints the surface of the river golden. You haven´t seen colors such as these and you can´t look away. Reiner gets off his horse and looks up at you, his expression isn´t bearing the same weight it normally does. You follow his lead and approach the water, taking Luna with you. The cold water on your face wakes you up more than the little sleep you´ve been getting. You wash your face one more time and look at Reiner for further instructions, but he´s looking across the river as if looking for something. The sun behind him makes you squint, so you can´t quite make out what´s going on behind his eyes.

´´Aren´t you going to refresh yourself, Reiner? We can spare five minutes,´´ you´re still squatting by the water, your fingers allowing the force of life to slip through them and cooling you down in the process. He comes out of his trance and joins you by the water.

´´We will have to head back, the path ends here,´´ Reiner gathers some water in his massive hands and pours it over his head. The reflection of the golden water in his eyes makes him look unreal. Some images of Titans in the books you´ve been studying had made it look like some Titan´s eyes glow and the thought of Reiner being a Titan almost makes you laugh out loud. In fact, you would have laughed out loud if you hadn´t noticed the expression on Reiner´s face shift once more. He clenches his jaw and pours water over his face to avoid looking at you.

You feel annoyed with his avoidance, but you feel equally annoyed that you´re holding yourself back. If there was a perfect moment to indulge in your most secret fantasies, it would be right here and now, away from everybody. Both of you get on your feet at the same time. Your foot slips on the wet moss and Reiner´s hands end up on your waist pulling you towards him. And there comes another perfect moment to let go of your pride, but you step away only to be pulled back by Reiner, your eyes widen as you look up at him.

´´Why are you holding back?´´ the stillness of the nature emphasizes how deep Reiner´s voice is.

´´I don´t know what you mean,´´ you´re determined to keep fighting until the very end. You can´t admit to him, to yourself that there is a selfish part of you that wants to find out how one night with the giant of a man would feel.

´´You tease me all the time, I know you want me to kiss you. Why don´t you just ask me for it?´´ Reiner´s hold of you is tight, like he´s scared that you will run away.

´´I--´´

´´Ask me for it,´´ the demand in Reiner´s voice makes you clench your jaw, his eyes are so intense you know that you have nowhere to hide.

´´Look at me and tell me you don´t want it and I will leave you alone,´´ Reiner´s voice is strained. His grip on you loosens and you´re left fighting this battle on your own.

´´I--´´ the hesitation in your voice makes Reiner breathe out in exasperation. His hand finds your chin and he pushes your head up so you face him full on and not just through your eyelashes.

´´Do you want me to kiss you?´´

All you can do is nod, as if saying yes out loud would somehow betray what you had with Levi. You don´t have time to feel guilty though, because it seems that was all Reiner needed from you. Reiner doesn´t kiss you aggressively like you had expected him to. Instead his lips are soft. With parted lips he slides his tongue over your lips as if asking you permission. You open your lips and meet his tongue with yours.

You realize you´ve been holding your breath and as your kiss grows deeper your hands slide over his stomach, your fingertips exploring his body before your eyes can. His hands find yours and guides them to the back of his neck. You feel sad to be denied your time to explore him, but when his hands drop down to your ass and pull you against him your speculation gets confirmed. Reiner is big everywhere.

He´s being painfully gentle with his tongue, as if he´s trying to drag out this moment you have alone with him for as long as he can. It does things to your body that you have never felt before. You´re needy already and his slow pace is not helping. You wrestle his tongue with yours, hoping that a challenge is going to make him lose the control he has over his body, but he doesn´t give in.

´´We should head back, princess´´ Reiner whispers against your breathless lips. You can tell that it takes him just as much effort to let go of you, because his lips are on yours once more and his tongue is more hungry than before. Perhaps it´s the thought of this being the only moment alone because neither of you can follow through with his words.

The way his body feels against you is the polar opposite of his kiss, he is holding you firmly pressed against him, the angle that your head is in is almost painful. You´re on your tiptoes, trying to get more from him. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, to make up for the lack of roughness in his kiss, your fingers fist his hair, causing him to groan.

´´We really should get back,´´ Reiner´s voice has little conviction in it, especially when his tongue fills your mouth without letting you say anything. You push your new found limits a little further by rolling your hips against Reiner, drawing another groan from him. His hands find your hair and, the way his fingers explore the mess that your curls are, makes you feel like he´s wanted to do it for quite some time. You can feel his breath still and a soft moan lose itself in his throat before finally breaking your kiss. ´´I wish you would have given in sooner.´´

´´I didn´t...´´ you catch the smugness in his expression and stop trying to protest. ´´Let´s head back.´´

You´re happy to see that Reiner´s walk is somewhat stiff and you catch him rearranging things before getting on his horse, you almost feel like you´re winning this battle of driving each other to the edge, but soon enough you realize that you´re not better off, your underwear rubs against your sensitive skin, reminding you that you´re in as much of a predicament as Reiner is. By the time you return to the crossroads, the sun is already losing it´s brightness.

One look at Reiner and the ever observant Bertholdt looks at Annie knowingly. Reiner takes the notes you´ve been taking from your hand. The way his hand lingers on yours for a second longer than necessary gives you some comfort that the kiss wasn´t only to prove a point. He winks at you and takes the notes to Thomas. Bertholdt gives you an infusion of some leaves and raises his eyebrow as if waiting for you to say something.

´´What?´´ you look from him to Annie, who seems to be amused by the situation, this is the first time you have seen her sporting an expression that isn´t making you feel like your existence annoys her.

´´Who gave in first?´´ Bertholdt asks impatiently.

´´I don´t know what you mean,´´ you drink the hot beverage and nearly burn your lips.

´´It certainly wasn´t me,´´ Reiner leans in and whispers with a grin on his face. He takes a drink from Bertholdt and sits next to you closer than ever. You have never seen him smile as openly as he is right now.

Thomas announces that you will be camping in the nearby woods. So you all gather your belongings and set up camp in the woods. Reiner and Bertholdt work on the fire. Between all of you you manage to make a stew of some sort, it´s not much, but it´s welcome after a long day and the cold air setting down over the forest floor.

After eating, you sit around the fire and listen to Thomas´s plan for tomorrow. The idea is to be ready to leave as the sun rises. From the combined drawings of the maps from different forks in the road it looks like going down a small, barely noticeable path just off the main road would lead you to your destination. You catch Reiner´s eyes over the fire and forget to listen to what Thomas has to say.

There is a nervous energy living in your veins that began with the first taste of Reiner´s lips. There is still a current of guilt joining your excitement, but your foot has already crossed the line, it will take a gentle pull to carry you over completely. You´re fighting yourself silently, trying to weigh out the good and the bad, but you already know it´s a lost fight. Especially when you realize that Reiner has made his way over to you. You notice Annie dragging Bertholdt away, his face is noticeably flushed even in the fire light.

´´Do you think Annie will ever give him a chance?´´ you ask Reiner as he sits next to you, you don´t quite know what to do with his presence. Reiner´s already shaking his head, his hand is resting on the small of your back, drawing circles with his fingertips.

´´She´s here to make her father proud, she won´t let anybody get in her way,´´ his voice is monotone. Reiner doesn´t seem to care about the people that are on the other side of the fire, he´s watching you intensely. You can´t even tell who it is, but you´re not sure you care either, Reiner´s fingers have found their way under your shirt. He leans down and you hold your breath as you feel his on your ear. ´´You should come to my tent tonight,´´ the half-whisper wakes your body up in more ways than one. You already knew you weren´t going to get much sleep, sleeping in new locations always gave you anxiety, but now you know that whatever Reiner has on his mind is sure to make tomorrow a rough day.

´´You´re sharing your tent with Bertholdt, I don´t think there´s space,´´ you try to ignore how gentle Reiner´s touch is, even though his fingers are heavily calloused. You had always imagined Reiner losing control easily, especially with how often you saw him lost in thought. In fact, it´s new for you to see Reiner focused on something as much as he is focusing on your right now.

´´Don´t worry about Bertholdt, he won´t be there,´´ you feel like Reiner is still holding back, but his teeth on your earlobe has your body already saying yes to whatever the night will bring. Away from the fireplace the night is pitch black. Reiner seems unbothered by the dark as he drags you behind him with definite steps, you feel like you´re in a trance, with the darkness of the night covering the trail of your sins.

The darkness makes for an interesting experience. You end up on your back in Reiner´s tent with your booted feet pressed against his chest as he works on getting you out of them. You have somewhat adjusted to the darkness, but you can´t quite make out more than shadows, you can hear your own heart-beat, fluttering in your chest in nervous anticipation. Reiner´s hands work fast, once your boots are off you feel his hands make their way up your legs, and then your sides and they end up in your hair, his fingers entangling in your curls as he balances himself on his elbows.

Reiner´s knee hooks your leg and brings it up at an angle in one smooth move at the same time as he finds your lips and this time the kiss is everything you expected from him. All the gentleness is gone and a hungry tongue fills your mouth without waiting for your permission. The cover of the dark seems to have awakened something in Reiner that he was scared of showing in the light of day. You also feel more uninhibited, your hands bravely finding the hem of his shirt and finding their way on his skin. Reiner has you pinned down in a way that you only can move your hands freely.

Your kiss is the polar opposite of the gentle, neat one you shared by the river. You feel Reiner´s breath become shallow as he makes you wish his tongue would find its way between your legs, but even with added roughness in Reiner´s actions, he seems to like to take things slow. The one thing Levi didn´t teach you was patience, he would always have you ready for his dick in case there was a moment to spare to have you bent over and screaming his name. Waiting for Reiner´s next move is excruciating, especially since you can´t do much for the position your bodies are in.

You toy with Reiner´s tongue, giving him a preview of what you could do if he gave you a chance to move. An approving groan fills your mouth, but the most he allows for is his shirt being removed. You run your fingers over his chest and try to find his belt, but you find yourself at a complete loss of control over your body when Reiner pins your wrists down somewhere above your head.

´´You need to get some sleep, princess,´´ Reiner mutters against your lips and you groan, not quite believing his words. He doesn´t let you protest, his kiss is just as hungry as before. Your underwear is already soaked and you´re so ready for him, the thought of having come to Reiner and only getting more worked up with no release in sight is making you frustrated.

´´You´re going to fuck me, Braun,´´ your voice is coarse and demanding. Your words make Reiner´s body freeze for a moment, you can´t see him, but you can tell that he´s contemplating your demands. You still can´t move, but you graze Reiner´s lower lip with your teeth and suck it in between your lips, finally waking Reiner from his trance. He has been holding his body in a way that his broad waist is pressed against you, pinning you to the floor, but there is a slight shift in his position and he grinds his hips against you slowly, causing you to throw your head back and inhale sharply. His teeth on your throat add to the sensation you try to hold onto with another roll of his hips.

´´You´re not ready for me,´´ Reiner muffles against your neck, you attempt to wrap your legs around him, but his hips are so broad and another push against you makes your legs go weak. You could tell before that Reiner´s not small in any sense of the word, but you begin to realize that he might be holding back, worried that he will hurt you. You´re getting more surprised by the way Reiner is the more time you spend with him, you had never thought he would be worried about crossing lines or hurting people, he always struck you as incredibly masculine, a warrior, taking what´s his and not being apologetic about it.

´´I didn´t come here to sleep, Reiner,´´ you can hear the neediness in your voice. You feel his hand tighten around your wrist, you try to roll your hips against him, but to no avail, he´s in complete control over your body and he´s driving you crazy. Now you don´t even have access to his lips, instead, his tongue is slowly exploring your throat, you hear him inhale the scent of your hair and release a shaky breath, the friction caused by his groin is more rough this time. ´´Fuck me, please,´´ you don´t recognize yourself in the pleading, but you are impatient to have this man rip you open. Reiner isn´t budging, but you can tell by his breathing that he´s fighting himself.

´´I don´t want to hurt y-´´

´´I´m a big girl, I can take you,´´ you feel like the darkness has opened up something that you had been trying to hide from the world before. ´´Please, Reiner,´´ You´re not sure if you´re desperate to be put through the forest floor by Reiner because of your built up frustrations with Levi and the way Levi had reacted to him makes you feel like you´re rebelling against your ex-lover, but you do know for a fact right now that you need a release of some sort and preferably not delivered by your own hand.

Your wrists are let go and you feel Reiner sit up. His hands are on your belt and you try to help him out with the straps but your hands end up above your head once more, Reiner´s breath is hot on your lips.

´´You´re going to have to let me do this before I change my mind, princess,´´ Reiner sits back up and your underwear comes off with the trousers. You gasp when you´re flipped on your stomach. You hear Reiner fiddle with his own belt before he leans over you and moves your hair to the side.

´´Are you sure you want this?´´ Reiner´s whisper sends a shiver down your spine, you feel his dick press against the small of your back and the way his heavy balls rest on your ass makes you push your ass into him as an answer to his question, causing a growl escape Reiner´s throat. You have pushed him far enough. He sits back up, bringing your ass up and pulling you on all fours. His fingers find your entrance first, a sigh of approval reaches your ears when he finds just how needy you really are.

Moments later he´s coating his dick in your slick, rubbing it against your clit and stroking himself with one hand, while holding you up by your hip with the other. You push yourself against him, wanting to feel more of the friction. You can tell that his dick is not only long, but thick. He has you at his mercy, but even then you can tell he´s hesitating. He toys with you, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your clit and sometimes pushes it against your entrance, it´s obvious he´s still worried about letting go of the control he has over himself, so you help him out and push your ass towards him, causing the tip of his dick slide inside you.

Short, ragged breaths leave Reiner´s lips as he keeps himself from burying his dick inside you in one go. You feel him slowly spreading you open, clearly struggling to go faster than he is.

´´How does it feel, princess?´´ Reiner withdraws his dick and then slowly attempts to go deeper again with a slow thrust, you can hear the strain in his voice.

´´So- g-good,´´ is all you can manage, a groan of approval accompanies another thrust of Reiner´s hips. It´s a slow process, Reiner keeps making sure that you´re still enjoying yourself. You are for the most part, there´s pain that you had never thought you would enjoy, but you want to take him all. His dick fills you up in ways you could never have imagined. Your legs are already weak and Reiner senses that, both of his hands are holding you up by your hips. You can tell that he hasn´t gone all the way yet, but it seems like Reiner isn´t capable of holding back anymore.

His fingers sink in the flesh of your hips as he pulls you hard against him and you have to bite down on your hand to keep yourself from moaning out loud. You spread your legs wider, to accommodate him and soon you´re whimpering uncontrollably as Reiner moves relentlessly in and out of you.

´´You´re taking me so well,´´ Reiner groans between quick breaths. His thrusts are becoming more sharp, you feel your knees leave the ground as Reiner slams into you. He changes his pace depending on your moans, checking that you´re doing alright or giving you praise for doing well. The praise sends you closer to the edge each time he mutters so good for me or I know princess whenever he hears a louder moan when he meets some resistance. His pace changes to a much harsher one, the sound of his flesh hitting your ass as he pulls you roughly into him makes your pussy clench tightly around him.

Reiner´s groans seem to get more intense and you can feel his thighs tremble when he seems to decide to take a break, leaving you breathless and shaking under his body. He gently turns you over and you feel his tongue make it´s way up your stomach, droplets of sweat drip on your skin from Reiner´s hair. Your whole body is sensitive to the slightest touch of his tongue.

He unbuttons your shirt as his tongue keeps exploring your skin. You feel the cool air of the night gently caress your damp skin once Reiner removes all your clothing, leaving you completely naked under him. Both of you are still out of breath, Reiner´s hands explore your body and you do the same with his. You run your fingertips across his stomach, committing every muscle to your memory.

Reiner leans over you, you feel his cock resting on your stomach and you already miss it inside you. You can´t help but wrap your fingers around his shaft. With a stifled groan Reiner pushes his cock against your palm as a response to your movement. Finding out the true size of him makes your pussy clench. His lips close around your nipple and as you gently slide your hand over his whole length you enjoy the short break, even just to get your breath back, and Reiner´s intense exploration of your body is another sensation that you hadn´t expected from him.

Reiner´s slowed down his pace again even though his dick is practically throbbing in your hand with each firm stroke. He´s focused on your breasts, making your nipples stand to attention with each lick. His groans of approval send vibrations through your body that just make your pussy ache for his touch. Your mind has switched off, all you can focus on is Reiner´s touch and how much you want to feel him inside you even though feeling him twitch in your hand makes you want to see him lose control from your touch and you begin stroking him with more definite strokes.

Reiner´s holding himself up on his elbows as he´s absolutely mesmerized by how responsive you are to his tongue on your breasts, every time he sucks a nipple in his mouth your grip on his dick gets tighter. You find out that Reiner´s the most vocal when you play with the tip of his dick and you use this new found knowledge to make him breathless quite quickly. You feel him involuntarily thrusting into your touch and the idea of making this man lose control drives you crazy. Just as you feel a flush of heat under your touch Reiner grabs your hands and pins them above your head once more, his lips find yours and the kiss he gives you sends a lot of heat between your legs. With a soft growl Reiner starts following a trail downwards, kissing, biting and licking his way down your body. You writhe under his tongue.

´´I´m trying to be gentle, princess, don´t push me,´´ Reiner´s voice is breathless and raspy. His constraint fascinates you. You know that if he let go of all the control you possibly would not be able to ride your horse for the rest of the trip without being in agony, but at this point you don´t care. You want him to destroy you and get the release that he is denying himself.

You want to tell him to not be gentle, to just let go, but before you any words even reach your consciousness your whole world turns to intense pleasure. Reiner´s lips have found your clit and with two firm hands dug in the flesh of your ass you´re at Reiner´s mercy. His tongue and lips work in perfect tandem, putting the perfect pressure on your most sensitive part. Your hands find his hair just as his tongue finds its way inside you and you grip his hair roughly. The way he´s eating you out has his nose rubbing against your clit and the combination of how sloppy his tongue is and the pressure that sends pure ecstasy through your body has you trembling. His tongue is unrelenting and Reiner is so into eating you out that you can feel his groans trembling against your flesh, adding even more to the quickly approaching orgasm.

Before you know it your pussy is clenching around his tongue. Your body is shivering and you don´t have the energy to keep your moans back. Just when you think you´re about to explode on his tongue he stops, but just as quickly his tongue is replaced by his dick. You´re so wet that it takes him very little effort to slide inside you, for the first part. You feel yourself stretched out already, but he doesn´t hold back like he did before. He is already slamming into you. You can´t see him clearly, but the sounds he´s making and the nails that are digging in your ass are a sure sign that Reiner´s finally over the edge he´s been trying to avoid. You´re filled with his dick and you feel yourself stretched out over his dick, but the pain is insignificant to the pleasure each harsh roll of Reiner´s hips put you through. Your hands are pressing against his abs to have anything to hold onto. Your toes are curling and before you know it you´re out of breath and nearly unconscious incapable of doing anything else but give into the intense pleasure delivered to you by relentlessness of Reiner´s thrusts. You feel Reiner´s abs tensing and as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm there is an animalistic growl filling the silent night and you feel warm cum cover you with more grunts from Reiner who collapses over you, his face nestling in your neck.

The come down is something you have never experienced before. Levi would never spend a moment with his cum on your body, cleaning you up before you had a chance to even catch your breath. Reiner is holding onto you tightly, he has rolled you on top of him, both of your sweat and cum covering your heated skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you. He finds your hand and places it on the side of his face and as you caress his cheek you feel him lean into your hand and kiss your palm every now and then. No words are exchanged as you fall asleep listening to the noises of the forest that are slowly making their way into your consciousness and so does the guilt that you had put to the back of your mind if only for a short moment.

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