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In memories of the future Grisha is pushed to kill the Reiss family and loses it. He has a mental breakdown right after and is so horrified and terrorized by Eren's visions of the future (the rumbling, I'm guessing) to the point where he even asks Zeke to stop him. So if anything, this should make him NOT give Eren the AT and Founder. Anyway, when he finds Eren in the camp, he learns of his wife's death, something that Eren had selectively kept from him in Paths. His demeanor changes completely. Then right away he asks Eren to avenge her, takes him to the woods, and a crying mess he gives Eren the infamous "Save Mikasa and Armin" speech and the key before injecting him. But see, this is exactly what I can't wrap my head around because is Carla's death enough for Grisha to do a 180 and still entrust Eren with the Titans despite what he's seen? The Rumbling means the death of so many innocent people, something he never would've been on board with since he's a doctor and saves lives, and also because it could potentially endanger the Eldians in his hometown and namely the first son he'd just reconciled with hours (?) earlier.

The only explanation I can come up with is that Grisha didn't see the rumbling. But then again, what else could incite a similar reaction? Why would he tell Zeke that Eren will have it his way and beg him to stop him if it's not something of that scale? It's hurting my head. If Grisha saw the rumbling, he should've just not given Eren the titans. I know there would've been not aot lmao, but still I just think it's one of those little things that nag me because Carla's death is a not a strong enough motivator in my opinion to make him say fuck it and basically set Eren's plan in motion. It goes against Grisha's personality who even after Diana was turned into a titan before him said he didn't enjoy watching Gross' get eating by a titan.

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Just thinking about postwar!Levi and him watching a film in a movie theater for the first time. It’s well after The Rumbling, and everyone was talking about the new “moving pictures” showing up in these newly built movie theatres. Levi had never been one to attend theatre productions or music concerts before, but he was curious to see what the fuss was all about, so he goes one night with Onyakopon and Yelena.

And what he sees is nothing short of spectacular to him.

People in fantastical costumes traveling beyond this world and meeting new creatures Levi had never thought of in his wildest dreams. After that first time, he started going every weekend with Onyakopon, eager to view new stories and places long gone, forgotten, or never created.

But one afternoon, he sits in the theater and watches as the screen fills with soldiers attacking innocent, unarmed people. A woman holds a child with tears in her eyes, but the soldiers march forward. There’s no sound, but Levi can hear every pop of the guns, every cry of the women and children. He stands up and leaves.

Onyakopon finds him sitting in the lobby, his head in his hands.

“You ok, Levi?” He asks.

Levi looks up, sweat on his brow. “Yeah…it was just a little too realistic.”

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Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream.  You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.  

He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.

Wife.

His wife.

The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.

If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.

He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.

You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.

You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.

"It's too early."

"Go back to sleep." he coos.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

He holds you even tighter. "Never."

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He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.

Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.

The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.

Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.

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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka

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does anyone read Answered Prayers by slingzarrowz? if you do, let's talk.

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In The Fandom

Summary: Actor AU as requested

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Petra Ral

Taglist: @lunar-rainclouds @captain-natey

Notes: There's also a particularly great Actor AU fic written by @captain-natey. Check it out here. It's a fantastic read.

Also this request turned out a little differently than I expected but I really enjoyed writing it tonight. It's changed a few times in my head since I first took up the request. So I hope you enjoy it.

“What are you giggling at?” Levi finally asked after listening to Petra giggling at her phone for the sixth time. He climbed beneath the duvet, propping himself on his side.

As he stared at his girlfriend, he was struck to see how pink her cheeks were as her eyes fixed themselves on the screen below her. She didn’t answer him, the only movements being her rapidly hitching breaths, her widening eyes and the flick of her finger over her screen. She lay comfortably propped up against the pillows, her light reddish hair a cozy contrast to the stark white sheets peeking out over the pale gold-patterned duvet. . 

“Oi,” he said after no response came. “Petra.” Another pause and this time he huffed. “Oi, Petra!”

“Huh?” her attention snapped to him in an instant and the blush in her cheeks deepened. “I… sorry, Levi. I was just…” she bit her lip, her grin stretching wide now. “I was just…” she tried again. The blush had spread to her ears and neck now and Levi forced himself not to smile at how endearing she looked right now. 

“Trying to finish a sentence?” he offered. 

“No!” Petra retorted, exasperated, only to huff herself. “Okay technically yes but that’s not— It’s just an interesting story, that’s all.”

“Read it to me then,” Levi suggested, elbow on his pillow, hand cupping his cheek. His other hand slid over to rest on Petra’s elbow. “If it’s so amusing, read that part out.”

Petra averted her gaze. “It, well it really needs context, Levi,” she admitted in a quiet voice. She began to turn her phone away, heightening Levi’s suspicions and curiosity. 

“Then send me the whole thing? It’s clearly got you riveted,” Levi remarked. He touched his hand to her wrist, gently tugging the sleeve of her pyjamas so her hand moved towards him. He was surprised and amused when Petra pulled her hand away, another giggle escaping her. Her face was doing an excellent impression of a tomato right now. 

“No it-” Petra cut herself off, “I’m not sure it’s really your thing.”

“I won’t know unless I take a look, will I?” Levi asked, lifting his chin to try and get a better look at the screen. His hand on her sleeve slid down her wrist to her pulse point and began to stroke it in circles. 

One. Two.

Petra’s hand jerked at the third ticklish sensation and her phone flew up into the air. Levi’s reflexes kicked in just as she realized and he grabbed the phone before she could, pulling it away from her and rolling onto his back. This freed up his other arm to wrap around her as she dived on him, holding her back as he extended his arm with the phone so that he could see the screen but have it out of Petra’s reach. 

“Noooo Levi!”

Levi’s eyes scanned the screen and disbelief instantly wiped the colour from his cheeks as he stared at the content. 

“Why are you reading a story about us?” he asked after taking a few moments to try and digest what he was reading. 

Petra buried her face in his chest as another giggle escaped from her. “It’s something Hange introduced me to. It’s really good!” she protested against his bare chest. Her hand abandoned the effort to reclaim her phone and so her arm draped across his stomach instead. Whoever wrote this is really talented.”

Levi’s hand moved on instinct, from around her waist, to caress her hair. All the while, he continued to stare at the screen. 

“Why would you read about us? Why is someone even writing about us?” Confusion was quickly giving way to concern and then irritation. Strangers were writing about their lives? Weirdos were telling stories about them and Petra found that funny? “That’s fucking creepy,” he spat, lowering his arm and the phone. “Who do they think they are writing this kinda shit-”

“Levi it’s not us,” Petra lifted her face, amber eyes sharpening in objection, “not really. It’s from the show,” she reached out to cover his hand on her phone. “It’s our characters. They’re writing our characters together, trying to give them a happy ending.” Her features softened as she explained this. “It’s really sweet, actually.” She began to rub circles into her boyfriend’s strong, muscular chest, leaning her cheek against one of his pecs. 

“Fanfiction,” Levi realized with a sigh. “You’re reading fanfiction about our characters?” He narrowed his eyes at the screen and began to read some more of the content. “Weird,” he mumbled as he read. 

Petra chuckled against his body, snuggling into him a little more. It took her a few moments to remember the other reason why she had been hiding the phone from him in the first place. Her head snapped up at once just as Levi’s brows shot up into his bangs. 

“I see now,” he drawled with pursed lips. “why this was so… interesting.”

Petra’s cheeks transformed into a brilliant shade of fuchsia at once. “St-stop reading!” she protested, grabbing at her phone once more. This time Levi relinquished it immediately and she brought the device into her chest, burying her head back into his bare chest at once. 

Levi waited a few minutes before speaking again, his lips twitching briefly as he watched Petra hide in his chest. 

“I guess our characters have found a very happy ending,” he mused. “Ecstatic, in fact.”

“Shut up,” Petra mumbled in his chest. 

Levi ran his fingers through Petra’s hair as his thoughts began to run away with him. Questions of why Petra would want to read about this when she had the real thing. Unless there was something she liked in the story that he wasn’t doing in their relationship. Or maybe there was something about “Captain Levi” that did it for her. His stomach squirmed as he thought about it. Captain Levi was an incredible soldier after all, a titan-killer. He supposed he could understand why she might desire that. He couldn’t exactly deny that Petra’s character was particularly admirable as well, a loyal and trusted member of her team. It had irritated him to no end that the writer left no opportunity to explore Petra further and cut short the character’s life. 

So he could understand the fans wanting to change that. But it was disconcerting for them to be writing smut about these characters with his and Petra’s faces. Levi could not have imagined that this would come about when all the cast joined the project prior to the manga’s earliest sketches and became the physical inspirations for the characters. It seemed so long ago now.

He leaned down to kiss Petra’s head as his thoughts turned briefly to the day they’d filmed Petra’s death. How fucking awful it was to look down at his girlfriend, made up like a corpse, her beautiful eyes closed with blood painted down her nose. He remembered bringing Petra home and how much he’d held her closer that night and every night that week until filming that part had wrapped. 

Petra lifted her head and watched him. “Are you weirded out?” she asked. 

“It’s pretty weird, yeah,” Levi’s eyes dropped to the phone briefly before they returned to hold Petra’s gaze again. “But…” he continued with an uncertain air, “I guess fanfiction about the show is better than some weirdos writing about us.” he conceded. 

Petra closed the browser on her phone. “I shouldn’t have… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Levi.”

Levi’s arms moved around her, pulling her onto his chest. “Technically,” he reminded her, “I stole your phone so quit that bullshit,” he reassured her. He rubbed her back gently. “It’s up to you what you read,” he reminded her. “So don’t worry.” He pulled her closer until their noses touched. 

She was watching him, sadness and guilt shining out of her beautiful eyes. Guilt began to poke away at his chest at the sight. He hated to be the cause of that look. 

“I’m fine,” he told her. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so into that.”

“Fanfiction?” Petra repeated. “I can’t say I’ve read much of it but it’s interesting.”

There was a long break before Levi spoke again. “Yeah, that and Captain Levi,” he murmured with a grumble in his tone. 

Petra blinked at him. “Captain Levi?” she repeated. 

“He was very well written. He’s a strong, capable character,” said Levi. “I can see why you’d want to read… that… about him.”

Petra reflected on his words, a frown beginning to grow across her lips. “Capta-” she began to repeat again and then she recalled the scene from the chapter once again in her head. Vivid imagery of heated kisses, roaming hands, soft sighs and deep groans coupled with kisses and loving promises made in the privacy of the captain’s quarters. Heat returned to her cheeks as her thoughts lingered over it again. 

She began to smile again and she propped herself up on her forearms on his chest, kissing him briefly on the lips. “Levi,” she whispered, “it’s really not about him at all.”

Her boyfriend was very still as he processed her words. “There’s nothing wrong with it if it was,” he answered with a small shrug that had Petra moving atop him. 

She cupped his cheek. “Yeah but it isn’t,” she repeated. “I loved reading this fic because it gave our characters a beautiful love story,” she explained, “and yeah, it has an amazingly written love scene. But the thing is, I really don’t have to imagine that part,” she continued, her smiling tilting up into a teasing smirk, “because I have you.”

Levi raised one brow again, maintaining a neutral expression. “Is this you leading up to telling me that you take out your fanfiction kinks on me?” 

“No!” Petra protested loudly. “I mean I like— and sometimes it’s good to— Levi!” She frowned at the smirk that her boyfriend was now wearing. She huffed. “I- Look some stuff I read… I’ve never thought about doing and sometimes it-it-it might be fun to-to-to you know…?”

“No, please enlighten me,” Levi teased. “You’re doing an eloquent job so far.”

She scowled. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Speaking of assholes,” Levi retorted, “that scene was rather-”

“Shut up!” Petra blushed madly. “I wish I’d never opened that link now!”

Still smirking, Levi brought his hand to the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, slow and tender, silencing her and chasing some of the heat from her face. She melted in his arms, allowing him to roll her onto her back and lean over her, her phone abandoned to the side of them.

“This is no time for regrets,” he murmured, his lips closing in on hers, “so how about you show me some of the things you’ve been reading about, hm?”

Petra managed one last giggle before Levi’s lips landed on hers.

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She acts like a woman should

Mature

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Tags: alternative universe-Canon divergence, period typical sexism, internalized misogyny, 19th century, eventual smut, slow romance, hurt/comfort, dom/sub undertones.

Summary:

Petra Ral is willing to play her role in society to perfection as she has been taught. Accepting a marriage of convenience with Captain Levi Ackerman, they both have to live with the idea that life is not always fair.

Chapter 1: Have you met Mr. Ackerman?

The gentle breeze caressed the girl's face, which was illuminated by a soft light. It was a wonderful day—too beautiful for a funeral.

"Grandma, why does my mother have a lovely dress and make-up?" the girl asked curiously.

"Petra, wouldn't you like your mother to be remembered as a proper and beautiful woman?

"I wish I didn't have to conform to remember her," she said, feeling a gentle squeeze on her hand. "But I think I understand now."

The older woman watched as her granddaughter let go of her hand and approached the coffin where her daughter lay.

"I'd like to be remembered like this too, always pretty and always young,"  the 12-year-old girl murmured as she touched with her small hands one of the roses resting in the carefully arranged hair of the one who was her mother.

"Tell me, Petra, would you like to leave your father's farm to live with me in the capital? What do you say? A nice room, lots of cute dresses, as well as a good education."

Petra enjoyed living with her father on the farm.

As she watched the man cry silently from a chair farther away from the coffin, the redhead put her hands behind her back. She sighed. Her question was more to confirm a decision already made.

Her lucid dream seemed to be coming to an end as she looked at her reflection in the mirror on her dresser. There was a growing sense of anxiety in her stomach as she waited to meet her future husband. Once again, her trembling hands rearranged her dress.

She decided to stand up and walked over to the tall mirror near her huge closet, which seemed to be an additional room to her own, to look at her reflection. She chose a dress that was formal but modest enough for this afternoon. She examined the floral patterns and the intense blue color.

She checked the tightness of the corset, running her hands down it to emphasize the curves even more. She strained a grin but chose to let her face muscles go, which came out much more genuine.

Petra was expecting that Captain Levi would be attracted to redheads since she had spent the whole day using cloths to arrange her hair, which the curlers had caused to reduce to the length that met her chin.

She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door, and it opened to reveal her grandma. The elder woman entered right away and went over to her granddaughter. Her grandma gently squeezed her shoulders and took a strand of her hair to console her. She responded by holding her mother's hands, which made her feel better.

"Petra, you look stunning today, I must say. Let me help you with your lipstick."

"I'm worried about what's waiting for me in the living room," she said as she let her apply the lipstick, realizing she was attempting to brighten her mood in some manner.

She accepted the marriage arrangement set up by her loving grandmother for some reason that even she didn't understand.

"It's understandable; I remember feeling the exact same way when I was in your shoes. But your grandfather and I got along without problem," she replied sympathetically as she rubbed Petra's back.

"Despite having been educated my entire adolescence, the rumors I've heard about Captain Ackerman are confusing, I'm not sure what to expect anymore."

There were many descriptions and behaviors of mankind's strongest soldier passed around from mouth to mouth. It is not unexpected that he is already a well-known individual within the walls, and since he is the sole known survivor of the Ackerman family, belonging to the main branch of the essential lineage that is now nearly extinct. 

She also wanted to know whether what Oluo had said in his letters about his commanding officer was real. Despite his strange personality, he was an excellent leader and a great soldier, considering his obsession with cleanliness, gloomy and rude language. He is a man who trusts his own life.

"And I don't blame you, the only thing I can confirm is that it's too short for my taste, but it's the perfect size for you."

Petra listened attentively to how she had to act, while she had already completed her education in studies accompanied by how to be a good wife and mother. She recognized that the challenging personality of her fiancé would be difficult to deal with, so it was no secret that a sense of dread filled her mind. She knew this day would come; she had no option; there was no better way, not after her mother's death.

"Still, I don't understand why you make yourself so complicated, Petra. You don't know what a privilege you have; look at all those people living in misery."

It upset her, but that was the way it was. She didn't want to disappoint what's left of her family,the guilt that would overtake her every time she complained in any way, her grandma reiterating to her how blessed she was and not to be ungrateful for the life she had been given.

"I am a good woman, I will be an ideal wife and mother. I will proudly bear my new family name, and erase the family history to create a new one," her eyes reflected in determination, clenching her fists tightly. "I swear by the goddesses of the walls and by my dearly departed mother, I will behave as a woman should."

"That's the way I like it."

Forever young, forever pretty.

Both women diverted their attention as they felt the door open. One of the family maids reported that they had arrived and everyone was ready for tea. Petra rose up, took a look, and offered her a smile, one of warmth and melancholy.

"Shall we go?"

They set out to follow the maid through the hallways of what had become her home.

The artwork of her mother as a kid gave her a sense of hidden grief, and the ones with her grandparents as a tiny girl filled her with nostalgia. She was too young to have predicted what was in store for her as a woman.

In the room, lit by a magnificent chandelier, stood proudly the scouts leader, Erwin Smith, and next to him a man. Perhaps a woman who she couldn't quite make out, as the features were rather vague. On the other side of the coffee table, where there was a seat open on the other sofa, The one where her fiancé was seated.

How dare he take such a comfortable posture, with his back reclined, his hands on the back of the expensive sofa, and his left leg resting on his right thigh? Shameless, he was already behaving as if it were already his home. She avoided showing her scowl of displeasure.

Her grandma, seated in her personal chair, had no need to advise Petra on how to bow graciously to the guests and introduce herself, as she had always been instructed.

"I am Petra Ral, and it is a pleasure to have the opportunity to meet you. It is an honor to have you in our midst," she heard the infamous captain click his tongue, and she resisted responding with a groan.The older woman motioned for her to sit next to the captain. 

"Look how polite she is, Erwin; a pleasure I am, Hange Zoe."

The tea, along with some fresh cookies, arrived in a matter of minutes. He grasped the cup in an unusual manner, holding it by the rim and ignoring the handle.

The conversation, as she had expected, was to establish the engagement arrangements, giving him access to the family's riches in return for the prestige of the Ackerman lineage.

She had no doubt that the agreement had been agreed upon quickly since Levi could utilize the money for military purposes. She couldn't access the money because she was a woman, but if she behaved properly and obeyed her husband, she might be able to persuade him to manage the money alongside him, like her grandmother does.

The individual known as Hange spoke and acted enthusiastically about how he or she was conducting the research. She had never come across someone who was so enthusiastic about their job. She paid little attention to what her grandma had already conveyed.

She was sipping her well-prepared black tea silently, closing her eyes with pleasure at the relaxing sensation it provided.

Her breathing became more relaxed as she sat down, and she noticed that her palms were sweating despite the fact that they were still chilly. She put her hands on the exquisite porcelain cup to warm them up.

"It was unexpected to receive the confirmation letter from Mr. Ackerman with such speed. I am the only remaining member of this family, and I can already feel the passage of time in my body. You understand my concern about not being able to see my grandchildren grow up," she admitted.

"I've killed for way less."

"Levi,'' the commander shook his head in disbelief at his subordinate's inappropriately harsh attitude, "I beg your pardon for his disrespectful attitude."

"I know exactly what we're getting ourselves into, Commander Smith. Mr. Ackerman does not scare me; in exchange for marrying my granddaughter and bringing status to my family, you receive money and the family company. Besides, I believe the crown was already asking that the blood be preserved."

Levi adjusted into a more defensive position, clinched his teeth, and made the decision to remain silent.

Like her mother,she had a strong personality and detested being dominated or intimidated. Although she adored her father, she was aware that he could become fairly complacent or even dangerously naive. As a result, she covered her smirk beneath the teacup. She took a moment to stare the moody man in the eye, who was strangely calm and complained nothing. She wasn't yet sure if this was an ideal or bad indication.

After talking in more depth, resolving the different doubts, and agreeing that the Ral family would be in charge of organizing the engagement, the government would reveal the news to the local publications. Undoubtedly, a scandal would be ignited. Everyone in the room was debating the terms enthusiastically, except the captain. His extraordinary ability to reply only in monosyllables From time to time, she would throw him a sidelong glance, hoping for some expression other than his emotionless countenance of absolute blankness and lack of interest. He was refusing even to participate in conversation. To the young woman, it appeared a surprise that he had not uttered a word toward her. The man found good porcelain and black tea leaves more interesting.

When she noticed that the contents of the cup had run out, she got hold of the teapot that had been delivered by one of the employees and replenished its contents into Levi's cup. A well-practiced action. Taking him by surprise, he arched his eyebrows at her in questioning yet mumbled a sincere thank you. She bowed to him and rose up with a teapot in hand, asking the other guests if they needed more tea. Only Hange took another cup so that she would not feel self-conscious that the commander and the gray-haired woman would not stop conversing about confidential topics.

After tea, the affluent family served her a glass of wine that had the guests amazed by the taste. When the lady of the house looked around and observed the guests' empty cups, she asked for a refill. The pleasingly sweet flavor of the wine provided them with a false sense of security as they drank it, taking glass after glass and emptying bottles.

"So, Mrs. Ral, we agree that the ceremony will take place in 3 months from now." Erwin rose up and was followed by Levi and Hange. "It was nice chatting with you and finally meeting you in person." He stated this as the two of them escorted the Scouts out toward the main door

Levi had agreed to stay for the weekend at the family's request. In order for the engaged pair to get to know each other better. They exchanged their final goodbyes, thanking them for their presence considering how hectic the job was.

In a matter of seconds, when she looked around, her brows furrowed. Her prospective spouse had apparently expertly departed the scene. Silent as a falling feather.

"Petra, do you mind if you go looking for him? We don't want him to get lost. Also take the opportunity to show him his room." She stated this as she left Petra alone.

He couldn't walk so far; the mansion, albeit fairly huge, wasn't infinite. Walking leisurely, she hoped she would encounter him purely by coincidence.

Passing through the second level, where there was a wonderful library, always attracted by reading and writing, became her first stop. That's when she spotted him standing in front of a double door, where faint light streamed through the gap in the door. He was leaning against the robust door, and moved by curiosity, he turned the knob to open it.

It was locked.

Levi leaned more firmly against the hard wood of the door, his attention concentrating on the steady banging that could be heard on the other side of it.

"Mr. Ackerman, I suggest that you move away from the door if you do not want to see my servants engaging in sexual intercourse. Unless you're a pervert."

"I'm not." He moved casually towards Petra. "It appeared that a homicide was taking place."

"Do you require the services of an escort?"

"Can you take me where I will sleep?"

She cordially requested to accompany her through the mansion, which is far too big for two people and a few maids. Everything was spotless and well organized. clearly seeing how the lifelessness of the room contrasted with how distinct the design was. It didn't matter that everything of value—exquisite designs or vivid colors—filled the interior. It was soulless.

Petra opened the door and showed him a dark room with a large bed in the center, freshly cleaned bedding, and plush cushions. There was a balcony facing one of the gardens that were dispersed around the exterior of the house. Levi brushed his hands over the shelf of books that stood against the wall next to the closed window of the little balcony. Petra listened to him whistling in amazement as she took care of lighting the little fireplace. This being a vast building, the cold was present in every corner of the different areas. When she finished, she went in through the door leading to a private bathroom close to the bed. They were now in the bathroom together. She quickly started filling the tub with water. He would never bathe in one; habituated to quick military showers, it was a frivolous luxury.

She got up as he sat on the tub's edge, feeling the water heating up.

Hot water in the bathtub, great tea, a clean house, and the silence that someone like him couldn't have living in a barracks full of men who failed to maintain basic personal hygiene. She reasoned that he could grow used to it.

"Here are some towels. Your belongings have already been stored. I couldn't help but notice the few clothes," she said, amazed at herself. "I wasn't being nosy; it's just for the weekend, so there won't be much change of clothes."

"As you say," he responded flatly and uninterestedly. "Unless you are a pervert, I advise you to go out and let me take a bath."

"I'm not."

Petra was still standing there in the doorway of the luxurious bathroom, Levi lifted an eyebrow and a grin developed on his face.As she expected, the man had no issue undressing in front of her; she knew it was his way of frightening her out. To his misfortune, she was by no means shy about it; after all, they would witness how they came into the world as they consummated their marriage. She took advantage of the time he undressed, starting with the top of his black suit. Now alone with him, she had a few additional concerns to bring up to him. She put her back straight and placed her hands behind her back; her eyes were concentrated on nothing in particular.

"I know you do it for the money; I have my reasons for accepting it myself, Mr. Ackerman." Her mouth became a hard line, and she busied herself gazing at the ceiling as he proceeded to unbuckle his belt. Taking a breath and exhaling, she concentrated her sight on the wall behind him. "I have some requests to make."

"Very good, then I'll tell you mine too, carrot head."

She rolled her eyes, but this time she would let him pass. She felt the splash of water and Levi's satisfied sigh, finally willing herself to look him in the face.

"I promise to be a proper wife; however, I don't want any sexual contact before marriage."

"Perfect, we agree on that."

"I want you to moderate your vulgar vocabulary when you are with me and my family or my friends."

He nodded.

"You should know that I need us to have some kind of communication and time together; I don't want to live together with a complete stranger."

"Reasonable"

"That's all I have to say."

"Good, now listen to me carefully," he said authoritatively. "You can know things about me, but nothing too personal; everything stays between us; no chit-chatting with your friends. Forget about romantic novels if you don't want to be disappointed." That's the most he's talked about all day. "Since we agreed on absolutely no sexual contact,I don't have any more requests."

He let his body sink deeper into the water and closed his eyes in relaxation in the warm bath.

"Thank you; enjoy your bath, Mr. Ackerman," she said honestly, and as she was ready to walk away, she heard him address her, and being in another world, she didn't exactly understand him.

"Excuse me?." 

"Levi, just Levi."

Ah, yeah, that's it; there was no reason for her to call him so formally.

"So, Petra, just Petra."

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Mood:

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Race🏁🚩

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That analysis post about why Levi likes tea so much reminded me, with this panel, of something I also don't think people fully understand. Which is why Levi was so angry at Erwin at first, and why he was so out for his blood.

It's because he threatens Furlan's and Isabel's lives here. He orders his men to hold their swords to their throats, simply because Levi had refused at first to give him his name. Levi's belligerence on that front is rooted, I think, in how Erwin and his men are treating him and his friends. Having them down on their knees, in the filth and mud, with their arms bound behind their backs, making demands of them all the while. It's made worse when Erwin orders Mike to push Levi's face into the sewage. And that's what it is. It's sewage, not simply mud. You can see it coming out of the drain pipes. Levi was deeply upset by this, and understandably so. Putting someone's face into a puddle of sewage is a ghastly thing to do, especially when one really considers what the consequences of something like that could be. There's all sorts of diseases one could contract from inhaling that kind of filthy water. But it's what happens next that I think really drove Levi to wanting to kill Erwin.

Isabel is certain that the scouts are going to kill them in the above panel, and in a show of defiance, tells them to just get it over with. Furlan's face is frozen in fear, sweat trickling down it, because he feels the threat is real too.

But look at Levi's face.

Where before he'd only been angry, here, he's horrified, shocked and frightened. He realizes, suddenly, that Erwin isn't just capable of humiliating them, but seemingly willing to take their lives if he doesn't comply. He's threatening the only two people Levi has in his life. The only two people he's ever been able to call friend, and really, are more like his family. The two people he's done all he can to protect in the dangerous world of the Underground City. Basically, the two people he lives for.

I think some people tend to think Levi wanted to kill Erwin over wounded pride. Even just calling what Erwin did, before ordering his men to hold their blades to Isabel's and Furlan's throats, a case of wounded pride is an understatement, I think. He thoroughly humiliated Levi and his friends, and treated them inhumanely, as if they had no rights or autonomy. But it really wasn't that which drove Levi toward wanting to kill Erwin. It was that Erwin presented himself as a threat to his family.

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Levi key frames for season 4, these are all so pretty 🤍 (edit: I was informed that the third one is actually fanart so if anyone knows who the artist is please let me know!)

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some very little guys

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have a good day / welcome home!

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About Johan's Plan

Spoiler! Monster // cw: suicide mention

I finished Monster a few weeks ago, and there's always been a part of Johan's plan that I had difficulty understanding. He wanted to commit the "perfect suicide", meaning that no one will ever remember that he existed (because everyone who ever met him will be dead).

I get the "perfect" part, it ties back to the "Monster Who Didn't Have A Name" story: Johan, like the monster, would kill everyone he ever knew, and remain alone.

And that was my revelation. Because, why would Johan not want to survive? It was basically all he did until he was pulled out of Kinderheim 511, he is the man capable of surviving everyone else (if I remember correctly Dieter's foster father described him with similar words), and it's said multiple times during the anime that Johan would be capable of surviving everything. It almost feels like he was destined to, just like the Nameless Monster. And maybe that's exactly why he planned to die. Or wasn't reticent when Nina shot him.

He didn't want to end up alone.

When he was a child and all he had as company was a fairy tale book, when he knew (or convinced himself) that he was the monster and that he would make its same end, maybe he planned to prevent that. Because if he died with everyone who knew his name, he wouldn't have to be alone.

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Parachute

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader, Jean Kirstein Summary: You and Levi have to keep your relationship a secret, but when he finds out about Jean's not-so-secret interest in you he arranges for him to get a front row seat to what he's never going to get. “You want to look at what’s mine, Kirstein? I’ll give you an eyeful.” CW: PWP, exhibitionism (Levixreader), voyeurism (Jean Kirstein), dirty talk, power imbalance, daddy kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, dubcon (the sex is consensual but See A/N for details) Word Count: 3.8K A/N:  All sex in this is consensual, but Levi orders Jean to watch, and reader was not aware that Jean was going to be there beforehand. The narration is all over the place lmaooo I'm going to hell for this... Very NSFW. MDNI Divider by @/cafekitsune

You typically didn’t do things like this here in Levi’s office, but when you came to see him after your drills finished he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you. Your clothes came off piece by piece, coaxed by his eager hands and even more eager mouth.

The turn of his behavior was surprising–he was usually the one who reprimanded you for trying to get too personal in his workspace–but you were far too pleased to question it. The light echo of footsteps in the hall fell to the back of your mind, pushed aside like any other unimportant thing, like the number of papers on Levi’s desk, or the number of buttons on his discarded shirt. The door was locked and you were being especially good, keeping your sounds low enough not to be heard outside the walls.

You smiled as he sat you up on his desk and stepped between your thighs only to drop to his knees with a satisfied hum. You let yourself melt into him, relishing the practiced and familiar feeling of his mouth on you, the way he licked into your pussy just like he did with your mouth, just as hungry, making a mess down his chin. The way he sucked on your folds and teased you until you were shaking, until you couldn’t stop yourself from planting your feet flat on the desk, spreading your thighs wide, and whining for his fingers.

“Captain Levi…It’s eight o’clock…?” 

A voice from outside coupled with the sound of the office door creaking open stopped your heart. Your back flew up from the desk and you yanked Levi’s hair so hard he gasped into your cunt. 

Jean Kirstein was standing in the doorway with eyes as wide as saucers, frozen in shock at the scene before him. His Captain on his knees was not a sight he ever thought he’d see, and you spread out before him, dripping onto the pristine surface of the wood—

“J-Jean! Get out!” Your free arm flew up to cover your breasts, legs locking instinctively around your boyfriend’s head. 

“Oh s-shit…I’m—I’m sorry—“ he stumbled over his words, scrambling to get out the door as Levi wrestled your thighs open and stood, feet still planted between your legs.

“Stay where you are, cadet.” Levi’s voice was level, conversational even, but it was a command and it was followed. 

Jean came to halt still facing the interior of the Captain’s office, but his eyes were fixed on the floorboards between his own boots, his face coloring rapidly.

So Levi had heard Connie’s comment this afternoon. 

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend, Jean? We all see how you look at her.”

The even step of boots that had retreated around the corner stuck with you and you hoped that it hadn’t been Levi, your Levi, who wore them. Your relationship was against regulations, he couldn’t make it public and you knew that bothered him as much as it bothered you. 

You had told Connie to shut his fat mouth but because you couldn’t also tell him why—that your boyfriend was his commanding officer, the one likely within earshot at that moment—all it did was make everyone in the room snicker, sure that they’d caught you and Jean in some secret.

“Sir—I…I had no idea—” Jean blurted. Every second that passed the poor man looked more and more like he was losing his entire blood volume.

“H-he just looks a little too long sometimes. It’s not a problem—nothing else ever–”

“I know.” Levi squeezed your calf reassuringly, his tone soured as he spoke to the man before him, “but I don’t think you know that nothing’s going to happen. And you’ll stay right there until you do.”

Of course you’d noticed the way Jean stared. 

You weren’t a moron and Jean wasn’t exactly subtle. But it wasn’t something you worried too much about; he never made any gross comments, never tried to grab you or anything, his eyes just lingered on you when they shouldn’t, and definitely where they shouldn’t—on your ass when you’d bend over to pick something up, or on your chest when you were sweaty and out of breath from training. The changing rooms could get a little hot with so many fit young soldiers stripping down left and right. Who could blame him?

Things had started to catch between you and Levi, the only man there you’d ever really had eyes for in the first place, and Jean’s attentions drifted even further from your mind. You never called him on it and he never tried to take it farther. It felt innocuous enough that you’d just let it go. 

You never breathed a word of it to the Captain; Jean wasn’t a problem and if he became one you would confront him yourself. He had no clue that you and Levi were an item, no one did. You were confident that if you rebuffed him, Jean would back off, but if he didn’t, there wasn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t run the other way if they heard you were attached to Levi Ackerman.

You kept that in your back pocket like the ripcord on a parachute. 

Unfortunately, Levi seemed to have come to a similar conclusion. You wouldn’t need that parachute after all.

Jean gulped at the dark tone of the man’s words, swallowing so hard you saw his Adam's apple bob, but he stayed put. You let out a surprised squeak when Levi pulled his hand off your knee and plunged two fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. You gasped at the feeling–exactly what you’d asked him for minutes earlier–but stopped the whine in your throat, nervousness prickling over you.

All you had to say was “red” and this spectacle would be over just like that. You knew Levi would stop. 

So why didn’t you? You should have said “red” ten times over by now…only a part of you liked finally being seen with the Captain. A part of you preened knowing that Levi was jealous enough of your comrades’ wandering eyes to summon the man and shove your relationship in his face like this. 

You looked toward Jean’s figure standing tense and frozen in the hall, then up at Levi. You were unsure and out of your element as well as afraid Levi would be upset that you weren’t calling it off. But he wasn’t.

“I thought you said him looking wasn’t a problem? Hmm?” Levi’s eyebrow jumped up and you could hear an undercurrent of amusement in his voice.

He started pumping his fingers and you gasped at the slow drag of them in and out of your pussy. You couldn’t stop your whines anymore. Soon each curl of Levi’s lithe fingers inside you could be heard by a wet shlick…shlick…shlick that echoed off the walls. You gripped at his wrist, trying to anchor yourself and keep him at his task despite the shame burning in your cheeks.

“Levi—” your call was a warning; your orgasm was building more with each press of his fingers as he ground them slow and hard exactly where you liked it.

“You won’t mind him looking now then, will you?” there was a gleam in his eye as he looked down at you laid out before him, your eyes already falling closed as you surrendered to him. “Is it a problem, or isn’t it?” 

“No.” You gulped, feeling Levi’s other hand fall between your legs and his thumb start to work against your clit. “It’s not a problem, sir.”

Good girl Levi whispered down to you before his voice turned biting and his nose flared, “You want to look at what’s mine, Kirstein? I’ll give you an eyeful.”

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers away, leaving you right on the edge and desperate for release. He bent down and kissed your clit, such a sweet gesture, before he gathered your arousal on his tongue and lunged for your mouth. In the same instant you felt the blunt press of his cock at your entrance, sliding in in in until your bodies were utterly flush.  

The shaky panting sound in the air must have come from you, so overwhelmed by the press of Levi’s tongue and your own taste in your mouth and the sudden blooming pressure in your belly when your Captain slid home to fill you. He gave you only a few seconds before he started to move and you could swear you felt your brain shut off.

“How’s she look?” He hissed, grabbing one of your legs from around his waist and pulling it up to run vertically along his abdomen, your foot sitting high on his shoulder. He smirked down at the place he disappeared inside you, his eyes cut to Jean standing rigid in the doorway. “As good as you thought she would?”

Jean’s eyes wandered hungrily over your body—truly bared to him for the first time. He’d seen you in your underwear before in the changing rooms, it was unavoidable, but never like this; skin covered in sweat, sprawled out on Levi’s desk and panting. It was a sight so mouthwatering he’d never even dreamed of it.

“Did you hear me, cadet? Don’t be rude now.”

Jean looked like he swallowed his tongue. He tore his eyes away from your body long enough to look up at Levi, fear in his face, afraid to open his mouth. 

“B-better.” He choked out. 

Jean knew they’d look good but gods above your bare tits were a sight, nipples hard and sensitive and thrust toward the ceiling as you moaned praises to the man between your legs. To Jean’s captain. This was so wrong he wanted to be sick. So wrong he…God why was his cock stirring against his zipper?

He gulped hard, unable to keep his eyes from sweeping greedily up the curve of your ass and sticking on the way the fat of your thigh was flattened to the bunching muscle of Levi’s hard body, sweat-slick skin sliding and rubbing in a way that made fire roar through his chest. The gentle bend in your knee gave definition to the muscles in your thigh, the curve of which was mirrored when your back arched up off the desk with a moan.

Jean barely bit back a whine. 

Your hand shot out and grabbed Levi’s wrist, a wanton moan falling from your lips. “C-Close…Baby. Levi, please…”

Your lips opened and you sang for him like you always did. The sight of you bowed off the desk and the sound of you coming undone around Levi, ahh—ahh—ahhh…oh god—, proved to be too much. 

Jean felt the blazing pressure of his Captain’s eyes fall on him before his mocking voice cut through the silence of the room.

“Look what you did to him—didn’t even touch your pretty cunt—” 

Levi saw the moment it happened; that’s when the tables really turned. He saw the way Jean leaned over a bit as his abdomen bunched, saw the wet patch appear on his breeches and grow when the sound of your ecstasy rang in his ears, saw the way his hands started to shake with the effort to keep them off his cock that was aching and spurting untouched against his thigh.

Levi grinned. Jean wasn’t leaving that spot before he heard you beg Levi for his cum. Before you were babbling about how good it made you feel, how warm and full and perfect Levi fucked you. 

“You had enough?” He grunted down at you.

You dragged your eyes up from where your bodies were connected and ran them up his torso, over the fine tendons in his neck which were catching the candlelight just right and throwing shadows that made him look like a living, breathing piece of art.

Enough? You wanted to laugh.

“Levi,” your eyes fluttered up at him, voice syrupy and warm, the way it always sounded after an orgasm; it sent chills down Levi’s spine every time, “I want more—please, want your—” you broke off with a glance back at Jean, your face heating as you stopped the request that fell naturally out of your mouth every time you had Levi inside you. 

Levi’s eyebrow was raised and the smirk on his lips told you what you dreaded already. You weren’t getting anything else unless you asked for it. Explicitly.

“Speak up, lovely. I can’t hear you.”

A roll of his hips brought him against a spot that caught the breath in your throat. You grabbed wildly for him, one hand clutching into the dip in his hip bone. He did it again and again, too slowly and too far apart to build you toward anything. A mockery of what you wanted him to do, of the way he moved his hips when he was truly fucking his cum into you. But god did it make pleasure tingle down your legs.

Levi inside you felt like touching the stars. He knew your body better than anyone ever had and he made sure you didn’t forget it. 

He knew what you were hungry for, knew you wouldn’t be satisfied without it. You wanted to be so full of him it leaked out all over his desk. To be his. To be made to be his again and again until the need in your belly was snuffed out and replaced by something hot and salty and him.

Your need was built so high you could barely talk, couldn’t even begin to articulate it, but you meant to try. Again, you glanced back and you lost heart under the amber eyes of another man, an intruder on this moment. You were torn in a way you’d never been before in Levi’s arms. Your heartbroken whine tugged at him.

“Look here, lovely.” Levi said, voice going soft as he reached forward to cup your cheek in his hand so tenderly you felt warmth blossom under your ribs, “Don’t look at him, look at me.”

And you did. Looking into Levi’s eyes you knew without a doubt you were safe. That he had you. That he wouldn’t ask you for anything you shouldn’t give. So you held his hand against your face and pulled him in for a slow, sweet kiss. 

The tension melted out of you, turned you soft and pliant like warm butter running over a steaming roll. Let him look. Let them all look. What would that take away from you? You didn’t care about anything but the fabulous man you had between your thighs who was asking you to trust him.

You looked into Levi’s eyes with a smile, hoping to convey the trust you felt. Your leg was burning when you bent forward and captured his mouth in a kiss, your hand coming up to grip at his hair, licking and sucking at him until nothing but gasps and groans could be heard. When he started moving in you again he let out the prettiest baritone groan you’d ever heard.  

You were well past the point of caring that Jean stood in the doorway. You couldn’t even see him anymore the way your head was tipped back to rest on the surface of the desk as Levi gripped you hard by the hips and ground into you. 

“There. O-oh right there. Levi f—please—“

One hand slid up to grip your thigh, keeping your body in place against him. He worked into you with smooth, even strokes that made you lose control of your tongue. The pleasure was so blinding, your need so desperate, that your mouth dropped open and you said things you wouldn’t have said in front of a fellow soldier even at gunpoint.

“Ahhh—D-Daddy….Oh, daddy please don’t stop—"

Daddy. 

Whenever Levi heard that word from your lips he saw white. Only when you were so so needy and vulnerable did you let it fall, when you were crying big, fat tears and you needed him to cover you with his body, to hold you just right and take care of you in the way only he could. To give you what you needed so badly.

Though it was you laying belly-up it somehow felt like your hands were around Levi’s throat. It was overwhelming, thrilling, and a part of it sat solemn as a stone in the pit of his stomach. He went painfully hard every time; he burned with pride that he was the only one you said that to. It was him you whimpered for, him you let take you apart, him you’d beg for even in front of another man. 

You were completely surrendering to him, ripping back your skin and pointing with a knife blade: here is where you can hurt me if you want. 

But he never would. He’d do anything not to.

A strangled sound from the hall turned Levi’s head to see that Jean had pushed the waistband of his breeches down his thighs, no longer able to keep his hands off himself. “Holy f-fucking shit…” Jean whined under his breath, but not quietly enough that Levi couldn’t hear.

Jean’s eyes were screwed shut as he fisted his aching cock. Anger flashed in Levi’s belly. “Look at her.” Levi growled, “Watch her cum on my cock, Kirstein.” 

Levi’s eyes fell back down to your face and he smiled. Even if he hadn’t been inside you feeling firsthand how ungodly tight you were getting, he could tell just how close you were by the look on your face alone. Your mouth didn’t fall open like that–a thin line of drool running down your cheek–unless you were seconds away from heaven. 

“Prettiest damn thing you’ll ever see.”

Ever the good soldier, Levi kept his pace exactly. His hips rolled into you with such relentless consistency, such consuming depth, that tears started spilling down your face. When your orgasm hit you a proper sob busted out of your mouth.

One of Levi’s hands went to your face, cupping your cheek softly as he cooed down at you, still driving his hips at that perfect damn pace. 

“That’s it…There you go…keep cumming for me…keep c–o-ooh, shit…my perfect fuckin’ girl…”

You nuzzled against his palm, pleased at his proximity as you came back to yourself. You felt so frayed and elated, like every nerve was flashing pleasure all at once. Your voice was rough and wobbly when you slurred praises up at him.

“S’good…So s-so good…” tears were still falling but you couldn’t care less. You knew Levi liked them. You ran your hand over his face, fingers sliding into his hair “Need it…I need it baby…Been waiting so long…”

“I know,” he cooed, “been so good for me too.” 

He grabbed your ankle and slid it off his shoulder, running a firm hand down to the back of your knee and mirroring the motion with the other as he unwrapped your leg from his waist. He pressed your knees toward your chest and you sighed with relief, mentally preparing yourself for the deep plunge of his cock into you, when he pulled out entirely. 

You squeaked in protest and looked up to see him stroking his cock with one hand, the other still bending you precariously against the desk top. 

“Nooo! No, Captain, please—“ you whined, feeling your pussy clench, empty and aching since he tore himself away from you.

“Where do you want it?”

You clawed at his arm “—inside! Want it inside, Sir, please cum inside, please…”

“Want me to breed this pretty pussy? Want your little boyfriend to see how greedy you are for my cum, hmm?”

If you nodded any harder your head would fall off, “Yes! Yes, Sir. I’ll show him—“

The shaky moan that came out of you when he leaned down over you and finally pushed back in was surely audible in the adjoining offices. They should have been empty at this hour but you were too far gone to care. The fact that Levi didn’t reprimand you for it meant that he was as well.

“Look at her face when I fill her up, and don’t you look away.”

He didn’t spare Jean a glance, the poor man was stricken so dumb by the way you pled for your Captain to breed you that he reflexively responded out loud to Levi’s command. Yes, Sir.

Levi only started indulging you in this recently; he was a careful man, and a rigid one when it came to personal responsibility. But your implant was good for another two years, and you swore to him that if it ever failed you’d leave the corps for good. He swore that he’d be there if it did, and you trusted him in that like you did in everything else. 

That you were the only one he gave all of himself to, the only one he trusted enough to do this with, made you so soft for him it could melt your brain out your ears.

A deep groan against your neck made your skin tingle and then you felt it, his hips stuttering and grinding hard into you, pushing as deep as he could get. You gasped at the rush of heat and wetness he poured into you, hips working until he had nothing left to give. A blissful, pleased sound left you as you tightened your legs around Levi’s hips, holding him close. 

There was just nothing else like it. Satisfaction must have been mirrored obviously on your face because Jean audibly gulped at the sight. You heard him clutch onto the old door that still hung open and it creaked under his weight.

You blinked up at Levi with a grin on your face that widened when you caught the little sigh that left his lips for you alone. You didn’t look back at Jean. There was no reason to when you had everything you wanted right in front of you. 

Levi graced you then with one of his rare smiles, something more than a mere upward curve of his lip, as you leaned forward to run your hands lovingly across his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, eyes not leaving your face. You started trailing kisses up the length of his neck, each turning heavier than the last as you felt him soften inside you and decided you weren’t ready for that quite yet. Levi’s breath hissed out and he shot you a look of pure adoration before throwing a dismissal over his shoulder.

“Kirstein.” Levi growled. Jean was panting as he turned his face up to his Captain, looking ruined. “Fuck off and close the door on your way out.”