#college!au levi

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Epilogue

{{ Chapter 25: June III }} Chapter Directory

SURPRISE

who would i be if i didn't end this with a smutty epilogue

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, levi and reader moving into a house, smut (minors go away), my farewell to this monster of a fic and i am both relieved and crying at the same time ✧ word count ➼ ~2.5k

“I fucking told you it wouldn’t fit.”

“Shut up before I leave you on the side of the road.”

You huffed in frustration as you crossed your arms, glaring at Levi as he struggled to get one of your larger suitcases out of the car. Realizing that there wasn’t a delicate solution to this crisis, you groaned and crawled into the car from the front, planting your foot on the back of the suitcase to shove it out.

Once you saw that Levi had lowered the suitcase onto the ground successfully, you crawled back out, patting at the skirt of your sundress so that it fell back over you properly and to shake off any dirt that you might have stumbled upon. 

You turned around and looked up at what was technically the cause of all your stress just now. You were finally moving into the house that you and Levi had bought together. You had been saving up for it for a while now and finally got everything settled. Now you just had to actually get everything from your old apartment here, which was just more tedious than it was difficult.

Sighing, you brought your left hand up, running your fingers over the engagement ring to ensure that it didn’t get damaged during the rough movement. It was a fairly simple ring with a small diamond in the center, but it was still expensive and had a lot of sentimental value, so you’d be devastated if something actually happened to it.

You looked over towards your fiancé, noting how stressed he was already looking. Levi was running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and huffed after finally getting the oversized suitcase out of the car and onto the ground.

It had been roughly five years since you graduated at this point, which translated to 5-6 years living in that apartment on campus. Moving into a house was definitely an upgrade, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t feel like you were leaving something behind. 

It was a long time coming. The two of you had gathered too many items for the apartment to store, and with your income steadily increasing as you moved on from being students to working adults, buying a house was the logical next step. Your book had long been published and you were currently teaching at a private high school that focused on humanities—something you appreciated. It allowed you to help nurture that type of creativity. Levi had graduated with his PhD, despite his consistent commentary over whether he’d actually be able to obtain his degree or not. In addition to having his own lab, he got hired on as an adjunct faculty at the university. You weren’t connected to the university in any way, but you could already tell that Levi was the hardass professor that all the students were kind of afraid of, but was actually super understanding once someone actually reached out. He fit the archetype, even if he wouldn’t admit to that himself.

You gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek, gently patting at his other cheek as you began to wheel the suitcase inside, making sure to balance Marmalade’s kennel on it as you rolled both compartments forward. 

Once you finally made your way in through the door, the first thing you did was set Marmalade’s kennel down onto the ground, opening the gate to give him the option to explore if he was interested.

The house was small, but cozy. It still had that ‘new house’ smell and had a neat wooden interior, although it currently seemed quite empty since you had yet to bring in any furniture other than your bed that you just purchased and set up a few days ago. It was going to be stressful having to furnish in addition to preparing for the wedding that was happening in a few weeks.

Your eyes went wide as you were suddenly reminded of the wedding, realizing that your wedding dress was right behind the suitcase that you just wheeled inside. 

You sprinted as if you were running for your life towards the car, panicking as you saw Levi grab onto the garment bag covering your dress.

“Wait, don’t-!” you yelled out as you rushed in front of him, separating him and the dress.

It took him a second to figure out what had just happened, not having expected you to just emerge from the house and instantaneously throw yourself in front of him to act as a barrier between him and your dress.

“What?” he asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.

You took the garment bag and held it close to you.

“No looking.”

Levi immediately rolled his eyes upon realizing why you were so panicked, thinking that the tradition of not being able to see the bride’s wedding dress was absolutely ridiculous. 

“Am I at least allowed to look when I’m ripping that thing off you afterwards?”

Your face immediately flushed up at his comment, being caught completely off-guard by his incredibly suggestive comment. You were momentarily at a loss for words as you tightly hugged your dress, somewhat burying your face in embarrassment.

Upon seeing the smug look in his eyes, you immediately rushed back into the house, taking your dress with you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you all flustered.

Your wedding was going to be small—with neither of you being that big of a fan of large gatherings—but you were putting every ounce of spare energy you had into trying to make it as special as you could. As a result, the two of you hadn’t really had the luxury of spending time with each other. 

After securing your dress in the walk-in closet of your bedroom, you began unpacking the suitcase that you had initially brought in, taking the top of Marmalade’s kennel off once you noticed that he was now exploring the sunroom at the opposite corner of the house. 

Sighing after you finally put away all of the kitchen supplies, you grabbed one of the glass cups, getting some tap water to drink. You scrunched up your nose at the aftertaste and it just further motivated you to drive out and pick up the fridge you had ordered so you could get filtered water.

You set the glass down, looking out the window above the sink towards the spacious yard that had come with the house. The idea of settling down with Levi was overwhelming, but also very exciting. You had never expected yourself to get this far. If you had asked yourself five years ago what you’d be doing today, it certainly would not have involved buying a house with your fiancé and soon-to-be husband.

You had heard him walking in through the door, but still jumped a bit when you felt him wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You done being dramatic?” he mumbled, planting a gentle kiss at the base of your neck.

Tutting in disapproval, you slightly smacked his arm and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, which only prompted him to tighten his hold on you. It was only when you let out a discontented groan that he loosened up enough for you to turn around so that you were facing him.

���Well, I’m sorry if the one tradition I want to follow is for you to not see the dress, but if you’re really so inclined-”

“You’re so stupid,” he cut you off. “I don’t give a shit about the dress.”

You immediately stopped talking as soon as he announced that the topic that was on your mind wasn’t what was bugging him at all.

“Then what are you-”

You understood as soon as planted his lips on yours, stopping any further words that were going to come out of your mouth. He gently moved his lips against yours as his grip on your hips tightened. Wedding planning and finalizing everything for the move had left you two touch-starved and it was driving the both of you nuts.

Pulling him in further against you, your own lips moved in sync with his, going from gentle loving kisses to something a bit more passionate and needy, with your lips parting more once you felt the tip of his tongue running over them. 

A quiet moan came out of your throat as his tongue met yours and his hands squeezed at your ass, lifting you up so that you were sitting on the counter. Your hands went from gripping his shoulder to running down his chest and over his abs, tugging at the bottom seam of his shirt to prompt him to take it off.

“Here, really?” he mused as he planted some more gentle kisses along your jawline towards your ear.

“You started it, asshole,” you scolded, although you were slightly out of breath, and it was difficult to hide just how much you were needing him right now.

“Don’t be so impatient,” he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing up against your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. He grabbed at your ass again, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he picked you up, planting more kisses on you as he navigated his way to the bedroom.

Levi gently set you down onto the bed and held himself over you as he began to trail kisses along your neck, groaning once he heard the little whimpers coming out of you. He weaved his fingers together with yours with one hand, and your breath got caught in your throat as you felt his other hand ghosting your inner thighs, making you realize how much of your wetness had pooled onto your panties already.

Feeling this made his pants feel almost painfully tight and Levi felt that he would soon be the impatient one if things kept going the way they were.

Since you were wearing a dress with a loose skirt, all he had to do was push it up so that it was bunched around your hips, his fingers gently trailing over your sex as he pushed your panties to the side.

You shivered as you felt his fingers begin stroking at your folds, occasionally pressing down with a bit of increased pressure as the pads of his fingers ran over your now swollen clit. You were mewling into him as you continued to kiss him, your hips bucking up towards his hand, your pussy needy for his fingers.

He continued to gently stroke you, with his middle finger pressing slightly deeper into your heat each time. You gasped once he fully inserted his middle finger into you, and then again once he pulled away and pressed his index finger into you as well. Levi watched you squirming under him with lustful eyes, your moans sounding like music to his ears. He hadn’t even begun to do anything yet and you were already well on your way to becoming a quivering mess underneath him.

You gripped at his shoulder with your free hand as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, hooking and spreading them as he relished in the sounds coming from your pussy that indicated just how wet you were getting for him. That, plus the way his palm would occasionally rub up against your clit meant it was only a matter of time before you’d approach your high.

Once he heard your breathing destabilize and your tight hole clenching up around him, he pulled his fingers out entirely, immediately drawing out a whine from you as you looked at him, frustrated that he didn’t let you finish. 

You watched as he lifted your hips and slid your panties down your legs and off you, using his other hand to unzip his pants to let out his leaky and aching cock. He used your slick that had gathered on his fingers and rubbed it over himself before holding himself over you again, stroking the tip of his cock against your throbbing pussy. 

Levi immediately let out a guttural groan at feeling you against even just the tip of his cock. Getting quite impatient himself, he positioned himself and immediately bottomed out into you, drawing out a louder moan of ecstasy to escape from you. He was heaving over you and you were trembling, grabbing onto his shoulders. He hadn’t even begun moving yet, but you were both so touch-starved that he could’ve cummed on the spot if he didn’t control himself.

One of his hands met up with your left hand, weaving your fingers together as he held it down next to your head. You squeezed at his hand as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you, having felt you on him for the first time in nearly two weeks. His thrusts were sloppier and not nearly as methodical as they usually were and it soon became next to impossible to quiet down your moans.

His other hand traveled down to your clit and began rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves as soon as he felt you begin to clench up around him. You whined as you felt yourself approaching your own orgasm again, your chest rising up as your back arched off the bed. He buried his face into your neck, doing a mix of kisses and biting as he began losing himself to the feeling of you around his cock.

Levi kissed at your cheek before speaking directly into your ear, his voice low yet winded from the pent up sexual frustration.

“You have no idea…” he whispered, his hand gripping at yours, feeling the engagement ring on your finger. “...how much I love you and the fact that I get to call you mine.”

You always were weak for those words. You cried out, mumbling incoherent words as you felt your orgasm coursing through your veins, your other hand gripping at his arm as you whined and panted underneath him.

He matched your whines with a deep and low groan as he thrusted deeply into you, feeling his cock twitching as he fucked himself through his own orgasm, spilling his warm seed into you.

Even after he came down from his high, he continued to hold himself over you, looking at you with that soft expression you’d never get used to, his hair slightly clinging to his forehead from the sweat that had gathered. You were both breathing heavily and your legs were now shaking around him.

You looked into his eyes, your pupils dilated in the aftermath of the intensity of your orgasm fading away. His gaze into your eyes was intense, but soft at the same time, and his grip on you, with one hand holding yours and the other holding your waist, was strong and unwavering.

Reaching up, you placed your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, holding yourself there for a little while longer this time, before whispering to him as you placed your forehead against his.

“Love you too, Ackerman.”

I know I mentioned grieving last week, but I'm 100% still on that train 😭 This was the first long-fic that I've actually published in SUCH a long time and I'm so happy for those of you that stayed throughout the whole thing! Writing this was def a journey and I'm in love with these two dumbasses and probably will be for a stupidly long amount of time. Goodbye for reals! Until next time 🫡 ~Kat #: @levisbrat25 @gothgril69 @sckerman @berrijam @notgoodforlife @meowjaa @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog @bejewelledd @hhighkey @ayame236 @sad-darksoul @velouria17 @kamyru @l1zk4 @layenacreates @lamees004 @whoami-72 @highgoon69 @chaotic-on-main @levishotgf @nube55 @chosos-mascara @heichoucleanfreak @svftackerman @v4mp-wife @moonchild-angel @astri-ackerman @auriuswolve @noctemys @you-always-made-me-blush @raginginferno267 @sugurusdiscordmoderator @jennamelinda12 @noodlejitsu @nalu-trashytrash @creigh-h @gina239 @inseongsbitch

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[pennylanewrites]

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

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[romantichomicide95]

Levi x Reader -CollegeAU

summary: I wrote this college AU jealous Levi smut when I first started writing and I hated it so now I’ve decided to improve it.

warnings: NSFW 18+. Penetration. Slight Oral (m.receiving). Kinda rough?ish.

“Hey Y/N long time no see!” you turn around towards the direction of a familiar voice. You remembered that voice, one that you hadn’t heard in over a year.

“Jackson hey.” you turn around, stepping into an awkward side hug, trying to balance the drink in your hand, not really wanting to be hugging him or feeling his touch. He looked different, new haircut, fresh shaven. Why was he here though? He transferred schools at the end of last year. “What are you doing back here?” you ask.

“I am visiting with my grandmother. She lives in the area, remember? Jason told me about this party, thought I would stop in and see the old crew.” Jason, you think, having to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. One of the many douchey friends Jackson kept in his company, a big reason as to why you broke up.

"It's nice that you're keeping in touch with your grandmother," you say, trying to keep the conversation polite. "As for the party, it's been alright. Catching up with a few friends, enjoying some drinks." You pause for a moment, wondering if you should ask him how he's been since you last saw him. But before you can speak, Jackson starts talking again. "I was really hoping we could talk, Y/N," he says, looking at you with an expression that's difficult to read. "There are some things I wanted to clear up, especially between us." You feel a small sense of unease at his words. What could he possibly want to talk about? You were over, thankfully and you had someone in your life, miles better than the man who stood before you now.

You glance over to the beer pong table where your boyfriend Levi was. He looked so good, you thought, alcohol coursing through your body. He was wearing his favorite black hoodie, the one with his favorite band on the front, paired with the dark jeans you got for his birthday. He seemed to be engrossed in the game, his dark raven hair falling over his eyes as he lined his hand up to make a shot. You could swear he was glancing over to you every few seconds, but the anxiety you were feeling over this interaction with your ex, paired with the alcohol, made it so you couldn’t be 100% sure. Not that he cared when you talked to other guys, he wasn’t controlling or jealous like that. However, he knew the story with you and Jackson. The real story. Once upon a time that story was a great love story, before Levi came along of course. He had to hear it for so long when he transferred here. The story of you and Jacksons meets cute, how you instantly fell for each other. He hated it, and he hated Jackson. The way he treated you, the things you told him that you’d never shared with anyone else, made sure that hatred would be there forever.

——

Levi had immediately made friends with your group; he had known Erwin previously as their families vacationed together, so the transition was natural. You had thought he hated you at first. Levi wasn’t the warmest or the most inviting person. He constantly looked pissed off, he was sarcastic af, he wasn’t afraid to fuck someone up if they pissed him off. You were, of course, immediately smitten. He was hot, like hotter than any guy you’d seen. There was something more too, you couldn’t put your finger on it at first but there was something about him, something that drew you in. But he seemed so cold to you, you didn’t think you had a chance. Then you guys got close, really close, and you came to see the person he was underneath. He was kind, and he cared so deeply, he wasn’t selfless and he would do just about anything for the people he loved. One night he walked you back to your dorm after Erwin’s birthday party. You had spilled beer all over your top so he’d given you his t-shirt to wear. You could still remember how hard it was not to keep glancing at his abs. He’d walked you all the way to your door-“you can keep the shirt” he’d said- than without warning he’d leaned in and he kissed you. The rest was history.

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You turn back to face Jackson, an ache rising in your chest. "I think everything that needed to be said between us was already said, Jackson. I've moved on." You try to sound as firm as possible. Jackson drops his gaze, looking contrite. "I know I messed things up, Y/N. But I want you to know that I'm sorry. I've changed, I promise." His words prick and you can be sure this time that you feel Levi's eyes on you. "I appreciate the apology, Jackson. But I'm happy with someone else now." You give him a polite smile, ready to make your exit. Just then, Levi saunters over to you, his normal stoic expression on his face. He slips an arm around your waist. “You’re missing me dominate this beer pong game.” he says. “I see that.” is all you can think to mutter out as you take his hand and walk away from Jackson. You could tell by the seriousness in his voice he was a little pissed, taking mental note of the way he had been eyeing Jackson. You decide you’d rather stay by his side for the rest of the night.

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“Are you okay?” you ask Levi once you guys are back at his dorm. It was late, you think 2am but the alcohol is making it hard to focus on the numbers on your phone. Levi was quiet on the walk back, quieter than usual, if that was possible. Come to think of it, he was quiet all night. He wasn’t holding your hand as tight as he normally did, he wasn’t running his thumb along the back of your knuckles like he always caught himself doing. His eyes were glazed over, and his face flushed red, he’d drank a lot more than he ever did. He didn’t normally drink a ton, he wasn’t a super heavy drinker.

“No.” he says, pulling off his sweatshirt and collapsing on his bed. His roommate was out for the night, he was out pretty much every night honestly. That’s why you spent so many nights here, instead of in your own dorm. You practically lived here. You take off your heels and lean over him. Careful your breasts don’t fall out of this insanely tight dress you had on. “Okay why not?”

He rolls his eyes and huffs at you. “LEVI! Don’t be like that. Answer my question.” you plead.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Jackson.”

You didn’t really expect this reaction. Usually Levi brushed things off, he internalized and didn’t let things bother him. Besides, he really wasn’t a jealous guy. He knew how head over heels you were for him, how much you loved him.

“Levi seriously? You’re mad about that?” you didn’t mean to sound so defensive; you were drunk. But you regretted the way it came out.

“Tsk. I’m not mad. He’s just a fucking prick. Why would you even be talking to that asshole?”

“Idk he approached me. I wasn’t expecting to see him. I didn’t ask for him to show up out of nowhere, you of all people should know that” you threw your hands up in frustration. This was ridiculous.

“You both seemed pretty chummy though.”

 “Levi! Seriously. I promise you we were not.” You try to put your hand on his, but he pulls away.

“Okay what did he want.” He asks, sitting up and looking you in the eyes, running his fingers through his thick black hair. He looked annoyed. He wasn’t looking at you like he normally did. You hated it. You and Levi rarely ever fought. It was something that made your relationship differ from you and Jackson. It was one of the things you loved about him. You knew deep down it wasn’t you he was mad at, but alcohol fucks you up and he didn’t really know how take out his feelings of frustration without being able to punch the guy in his face.

“Idk, to say sorry. He said he was here visiting his gram and Jason told him about the party. I wouldn’t hear him out though. I just wanted to get away from him honestly.”

“Hmmm.” He pinches his nose in thought, you had to hold in a chuckle knowing that he was probably drunker than he was used to. It takes him a few minutes to say anything, the anticipation kills you. You didn’t want him to think something was up, you didn’t give a shit about Jackson. You loved Levi. Really loved him, like fireworks exploding in your heart loved him. Like your eyes could only ever see him, even in a group of a thousand people. He was your person. Always.

“Okay.” He finally says.

“Okay?” you question.

He leans in close, so close your noses almost touch.

“Okay…say your sorry.” He demands. So, he was going to play this game. The you can make it up to me by letting me fuck you silly game.

He slips his hand up your thigh and under your dress, pulling your underwear down over your legs. His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s soft and slow, but filled with passion, before moving his to your neck, nibbling and biting at your flesh. His hand moves up your thigh once more and his fingers make their way to your clit. You can feel yourself instantly get wet as he works you exactly the way you like. You let out a small moan and you can feel him smirk in between nibbles to your neck.

“I said say your sorry.” He demands again, whispering into your ear as he pulls down your dress with his free hand.

“I-I’m sorry Levi…. fuck.” you whisper as his fingers enter you. He stops for a second to pull his shirt over his head and you take in the sight of his abs as his fingers enter you again. He was so physically fit, just the sight of him turned you on further. You ran your hands down his abs and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling them off and taking your hand to his hard shaft, pumping his cock in your hands. He leans down taking your breast in his mouth, nibbling at your bud while one hand massages the other.

As he moves his mouth back to your neck, sinking his teeth in hard you whimper and you don’t think you can take anymore of the anticipation. “Please” you whimper as his body looks over you and you take his cock inside you. The sensation feels so good and you can’t help but clench around him. The way he thrusts inside you and the way he moves his hips has your head in a tailspin. You reach up with one hand to grab his hair, but he pins your arm to the bed behind you. “You don’t get to touch me.”

He spreads your legs wide apart and props one up on his shoulder as the pace of his thrusts quicken.

“You feel so good, god you’re so tight.” Levi says in your ear before kissing you again. His body comes down closer to yours as his cock fills you all the way up. You can feel it deep inside you and it’s pleasure mixed with a ting of pain. His hands are gripped on your hips and he turns you over on all fours, gripping you tightly while fucking into you from behind. He pulls your hair back so you’re looking at him “Look at me while you cum.” he demands.

Your legs begin to shake, as you feel the orgasm coming. Your hips jerk at the sudden intensity of “I’m cumming Levi….” you moan. You collapse onto the bed as you cum all over his cock. He flips you over once more.

“Me too.” He breathes, “Open your mouth” He demands right before he finishes and shoves it in your mouth, filling the back of your throat with his cum. You suck it and lick the top of his shaft to ensure you get every last drop.

He collapses on the bed next to you. His abs glistening with sweat. His breathing so heavy. You both lay there a moment composing yourselves.

“Fuck Levi. That was…”

“I know.” He says. “Go clean up.”

You go to his bathroom and do as your told. Slipping on one of his t shirts as you crawl back into his bed, waiting for him to clean up and come back. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and climbs in, pulling you close to him.

“Still mad?” You ask nestling your head into his chest.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “No Y/N I’m not still mad. It was a good attempt at an apology.”

“Attempt?” you say, eyeing him puzzlingly.

He just chuckled as he wraps his arms around your midsection. “I love you Levi.” you say as you start to drift off the sleep listening to the pitter patter of his heartbeat.

“I love you to brat.”

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The Reward | Erwin Smith College AU

18+ Content | Minors DNI

Summary: You are a senior who attends a local college and are one of the top students in professor Erwin Smith's class. You've been given your exam back, with a considerate note.

Featured: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman (mentioned)

Word Count: 6.5k

Chapter Contents: female reader, consenting adult professor/student relationship, smut, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), fingering, deep penetration, breeding kink, spanking, dry humping, authority kink, possible future together, fluff, mutual pining

Disclaimer/ Author's Note: This upcoming scenario involves a college setting with both parties being adults. We wanted something for junior or senior college students (those who have graduated high school and are 21-22 years or older) to relate to. We do NOT condone pedophilia or minors willingly having sex with teachers or adults, grooming, and so on. Once again, this is strictly a college setting with both parties being adults. Please do not misconstrue or feel that there are nefarious intentions. Thank you very much and we hope you enjoy!

Co-written with my talented friend and fellow Erwin simp: @rosethorns10

Turning to face his students, he says, "Miss (y/n) excelled on this unit's essay. May the rest of you follow her example." She looks down and sees the discreet note next to her grade.

Please meet with me in my office after class for a discussion.

Upon arriving at his office, his door is cracked slightly open.

You knock as etiquette, him calling for you to come in.

"Ah, I see you've read my note. Please, have a seat."

A moment of silence follows.

"So, I've been meaning to congratulate you on your high scores. In all my years of teaching, I haven't had a student as ambitious and hard-working as you."

He places his hand on the desk, nearly touching yours.

"That's admirable." He gives a warm smile.

He starts again, "You know, excuse me for this may come off as forward, but, I'd like for you to stop by and have dinner at my place. Of course, this will stay between us, I'll cook. That is, if you feel comfortable. I want to reward you for your hard work. Bring family or friends if you insist."

You've been wanting this for a while if you were being completely honest with yourself. Has he been thinking about this too? After some consideration, the two of you set the schedule for a Friday night.

He has given you the address, not familiarizing yourself with the zip code, finding yourself in a middle-upper class neighborhood near the college.

The house presents itself to you, a quaint one on the corner. There are trees at the front and a few small lanterns illuminating the driveway. Only one car, and you recognize it with the college decal. In case things go south, you back your car up the driveway and stop a foot away from his car. Taking a deep breath you attempt to relax, turning your car off, nerves settling in. Stepping out of the car and locking it, you smell what he's cooking. You can't tell what it is, and your stomach growls loudly.

Bringing yourself to the doorway, you can't help but notice the potted plants within the porch area. Snake plants, peace lilies, and a few more you don't recognize. You ring the doorbell and knock, nervously waiting for him to approach.

As you wait anticipating what is to come of tonight, you wonder if someone from the college will see you, so you turn around and watch the road. The door opens behind you, cool air and the smell of dinner rush out and hits your nape. You quickly turn back around, and he's standing there in the doorway. A towel hanging over his shoulder, he's wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and loafers. You feel breathless; you've never seen him look so informal. His hair's as neat as ever, and he says, "Good evening, would you like to come in?"

Shyly, you reply, "Good evening, Professor, and thank you." He lets you enter his house, and you look around. Unlike his minimalistic office, the house actually feels like a home. You thought he was only someone who enjoyed books, but cooking? Plants? You'd never expected him to be so...cultured like this. Not wanting to make the floors dirty, you remove your shoes and put them near the door. Seeing he has caught you off guard, he wants to make you feel comfortable. He says, "Welcome to my humble abode. Come on. Dinner's almost ready."

As if he were able to read your mind, he nodded his head to an area by the door as you look at him with your belongings in hand. Placing them there, you proceed to ask him where the bathroom is to wash your hands briefly. Coming back out, he's setting the last of the food on the dining table.

"Please, allow me," he pulls an antique-looking chair for you.

The table was wooden but polished. He was a man of interior design to some degree, he had to have been. Each color of every visible room to your curious eyes agrees with each other. One who set foot in here could tell he put thought and consideration into his home. Attractive.

"Thank you." You respond shyly.

He sits opposite of you. To say the meal looked and smelled delicious would be an understatement. The meats cooked to perfection and the sides presented to effortlessly.

"Well, I am glad you could make it, I was really looking forward to this. Enjoying a dinner with you."

There goes that warm smile again, and your heart feels as if it were fluttering. Your stomach too.

"So was I, and thank you for inviting me once again! Wow, the food looks amazing! And, your house is beautiful," you say all at once as you pick up the silverware.

A smirk appears on his face, and then you stop as you become embarrassed. He has never heard you make such an outburst like that, for you were always so meticulous and serious in his class. You look down at the food, your hands somewhat shaking from the adrenaline and your heart racing.

You hear him chuckling, and then he says, "Well, thank you for the compliments. Since you did the very best out of everyone, including the upperclassmen, I thought you should have an excellent dinner."

You look up at him and find yourself shocked. He looked younger like this, carefree even. He's not the intimidating teacher whose units were the bane of some of the students' existence. He's simply someone who actually gives a damn.

"Please, if you would, just call me Erwin. We're not on campus, so let there be no formalities between us," he invites, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes, of course! Erwin" his name rolled out your mouth so naturally. Like it was meant to be said by you. It must have affected him too as you saw him shift in his seat a little.

Were you supposed to see that?

Some moments go by. It's a comfortable silence except for the clanking of the silverware against the plate.

Your voice interjects, "Erwin, this dish is amazing! Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My father. He was a man of many talents. He's what got me into the field of teaching, it's why I'm so passionate during lectures." He takes another bite, after his eyes locking with yours.

"(Y/n), I hope that you're finding everything alright. I want you to know [that] you can stay as long as you please. Your company is much appreciated, no rush," he smiles again.

It wasn't the same smile he'd shoot you on campus. No. This one felt more endearing. The way he was looking into your eyes; your mind, body and soul.

"Yes...of course," you manage to barely muster out, as your breath was literally taken from you as you noticed how gorgeous his blue eyes were up close--the light sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the softness of his plus lips. Those lips that spoke so intelligently.

The softness of his neat hair that was now slightly tousled. He looked so at ease and at peace in this very moment, and you wondered if you contributed to any of that feeling.

You feel his foot brush against yours under the table. He pulls back, him feeling it may have been a mistake, but to his reassurance, you place your foot atop of his, massaging it slightly.

He chuckles, and you give him a shy smile and continue eating. Seeing you are now relaxed, he allows you to continue.

"I never asked you what you'd like to drink. What would you like?" he inquires, and you think for a moment.

Would it be overstepping if you had asked him for wine? Wine would compliment everything.

You decide to be bold.

"If it's not too much to ask, do you have any wine?" you ask, and he replies, "Of course I do, and it's not too much to ask." He stands up and quickly goes to the kitchen, his body somewhat turned away from you.

Was he...hiding something? Did something happen to him? Was he hurting? What hap-

You look at the kitchen's doorway and wonder if he was hiding something.

What have you done? He was walking just fine a few minutes ago...wasn't he?

He comes back with the bottle of wine and two glasses, and you ask, "Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

Going to your side and putting a glass just beyond the placemat, he replies, "I'm quite all right. Thank you."

Breaking the seal of the bottle, he opens it in front of you so that he could seem the perfect gentleman. He doesn't want you to be alarmed or think he's taking advantage of you. A student in his house...many things could go wrong. He pours a little bit into your glass, and you swirl it around before smelling it. You take a small sip, and it's to your liking.

"How is it?" he asks, and you reply, "It's good."

Your exposed neck is driving him crazy as he stands just off to the side behind you. He finds himself being slowly aroused by it, and you turn your head ever so slightly.

He's not moving, and so you ask, "Erwin?"

"Hmmm?" he manages to respond, and you sweep your hair to one side and say, "You know, if you'd like to, just ask."

After a moment of whether he should be truthful or turn you down, he begins, "I don't want you thinking I invited you here and expected you to- "

"You're too disciplined and very much a gentleman; however, you're hiding your erection from me. Please know I'm actually quite comfortable now," you softly coax, surprising him that you had caught onto his behavior so quickly.

He sighs, "(Y/N)..."

He fills your glass halfway and puts the bottle down, and you take a nice, long sip. He kisses your cheek and then moves his way down to your neck, and your head lolls to one side as you sigh.

"I must confess I enjoy you being in my class. You've become, undeniably, my favorite student since you're meticulous and come prepared," he whispers in your ear before turning your chin so that you could look at him.

He looks so sweet...and kind. He had always been so...alluring when lecturing in...

He stops what he's doing and begins to pull away. Quickly, he says, "I apologize. I've gone too far."

You grab his wrist gently and look up at him, "no, it's okay. I want this. I've been wanting this. I've been wanting you, Erwin." Your hand slowly trails up his forearm and-

Goodness his bicep is firm.

He watches you admire his hard work.

Is there anything this man doesn't do?

"You're my favorite professor," you kiss his arm seductively,

"and all those moments when your eyes would linger on me, and when you'd turn your back I'd linger back"

He chuckles.

"And I've felt them, your eyes looking at more than just the board"

He was at ease again.

You blush and look down. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

He noticed. I thought he wouldn't notice much since I don't talk often.

She doesn't socialize with many people at school. Is she lonely? She smells so good...her shampoo...she switched it up this time.

Realizing there's a comfortable silence between you both, you say, "Well, it's not everyday you have a very handsome professor. I thought you wouldn't notice."

He murmurs, "Of course I would. I've noticed that you don't socialize much. May I ask why?"

For a moment you gather your thoughts.

"I've always been one to go to class for strictly the lecture, take my notes, and leave. I suppose I could start participating more in class discussions I just don't know how to bring myself to do so," you answer honestly.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, sending shivers of delight through you. Your lower region pulsing beyond your control.

He whispers against your ear, "that's alright, I could help you come out of your shell, with time of course. Small acheivements. I am already so fond of all your hard work." He kisses your ear taking a bit of it between his warm lips.

Against your attempt to hold it back, a whimper escapes your parted lips followed by a soft moan.

He hums against you, savoring this delicate moment. So many days of lectures he'd think about you. How beautiful you looked when being so focused in class. How you trusted him at this very moment and wanted him too. How some days he'd look forward to the class you were in just to see your face.

You turn your face to the side he is at and kiss him. He sighs into it, his grip around you feeling so strong and safe, like this is where you were meant to be. Taking initiative you lick his lower lip asking for entrance, and he opens so wantingly for you. He tastes the wine he just poured you, earning an audible moan from him. He is entranced by you, and you by him.

Your hand reaches his waist, tugging at the hem of his shirt to come down. He gets down on one knee beside you, pulling you to sit on his lifted thigh. Legs on either side of his thigh, you find yourself in the closest proximity you've ever been with him.

"Erwin," you say softly, holding his face. He calls your name, just as softly, wrapping a strong arm across your lower back pulling you into him, resulting in you grinding into his thigh.

Fuck.

You gasp at the sudden friction, unable to control yourself. You thrust forward again.

He brings his lips to yours, saying against them, "keep doing that, you'll end up making me a mess."

"Maybe, that's what I really want. To see you such a mess. You've always been so neat and put together..." you find yourself whispering before briefly kissing his lips.

His other hand makes its way under your shirt, and you groan and keep thrusting. Seeing his neck wants some attention, you kiss it and begin sucking.

Unable to control himself any longer, he picks you up. Since you want this - he knew that once you started on something, you'd complete it thoroughly until nothing was left of it - he takes his time taking you down the hallway. To feel your body against his, to feel your heat, he had dreamed of this moment. To take you to his room is, to him, surreal. As for you, you don't care where you're going. As long as you're with him, everything makes perfect sense. His cock poking you, your wetness about to seep through your pants, you groan as he opens a door.

The room is dark, and he knows where to put you down. He doesn't care for the lights; at this point, they're unnecessary. Instead of immediately stripping, he wants to take his time with you. Maybe, he could miss the lecture in the morning for once.

He runs his hands under your shirt and removes it, and the moonlight entering the room makes you mesmerized by him looming over you.

Looking down at you, he murmurs, "How beautiful you look."

"Mm thank you[,]" you say hazily. You appreciated the lights remained off as you were shy about your body in his presence, though, you were sure he found you beautiful regardless. His eyes were still so bright in the dimness of the moonlight.

If only this moment alone could last forever.

His hands pulled over your shirt, coming back down to graze under your back--and they seared against your skin, nipples hardening under your bra. Your back arched into him and you pulled him down to kiss him again, passionately.

Through heated kisses[,] you hear him profess your name softly again and again. The sound of the both of your tongues uniting and dancing together alone was harmonious to both of your ears, so sensual. You plant open and hot wet kisses down his neck, placing the heels of your foot into his back, pulling his body down into you. His dick massaging into your dampness, making him pant and roll his hips into in neediness.

His breath is hot into your ear, deep and wanting moans from his grinding into you making you beyond wet. This alone, the two of you swore would cause you to climax on its own, as you both have been wanting this for so long.

He lifts up to take his shirt off, coming back down for skin to skin contact. He melts into [the] softness of your torso, and you relish the firmness of his. Your warm bodies melting so good against the other.

He starts kissing down to peel your bra off with a delicateness he displayed all throughout tonight, even in class.

"Beautiful[,]" he says softly.

He takes you in again for a moment, moonlight accenting your shape. The roundness of your breasts, breasts he wanted in his mouth so badly. In a swift movement[,] he takes both of them in his large hands, fondling and massaging them all while pressing his cock into you again. Coming down he takes a bud into his mouth, swirling slow hot circles around each one. Giving each one the attention they deserve.

It's what you deserve.

He continues kissing downward, your back arching more.

Reaching the hemline of your pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down. His muscles, accentuated by the moonlight, stun you. His biceps now fully seen, his abs, his chest, the trail leading down his pants...your eyes trail down to his erection, and you find yourself licking your lips and wanting it inside of your mouth. It's making your mouth water, and he loops a single finger to raise your lace panties off your skin.

You find your hips lifting off the bed and obeying him, and he has a gentle, animalistic look in his eyes as takes the hem of your panties in his teeth and pulls them down your thighs. Once past your knees, he removes them with his hands and tosses them onto the floor. As he goes back up to you, he leaves kisses on your legs.

His warm breath sends shivers throughout your body, and then he whispers, "Spread your legs, darling. I want to know what you taste like."

Knowing that his cock was probably hurting to be released or that his pants were about to tear, you murmur, "wait."

He stops and looks at you, and you sit up and reach for his pants. Putting a hand on your nape, he kisses your lips as your fingers unbutton his pants. He groans, for only a small portion of the tension has been released.

You whisper, "I want it, Erwin...I want to see it."

Finding himself obeying you, he removes his pants and boxers. Your eyes land on it, and you find yourself craving it and in awe. It was larger than you thought, his balls hanging as if he had never done this before. Or, has he...? He groans, "There." You touch the head, making him groan again and his cock twitch. Then, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at him. He seems larger than life, and he's wanting to know what you plan to do next.

You lick the head and kiss it, and his head goes back as his eyes close. Slightly surprised that only those small gestures could already do so much, a mischievous smile appears on your face as you continue. Having heard from your roommate's conversation with her friends about where to touch a cock, you keep what she said in your mind and start planting kisses.

He finds himself breathless, the sensations messing with his mind. The worry about the food is now in the back of his mind, and he looks down at you.

Seeing you weren't used to this type-of-thing, he wonders, "Wherever did you learn this? I always took you as - " He groans; you've taken his head in your mouth and are sucking.

He gasps, "Fuck."

Looking up at him, you take your mouth off his cock and smile mischievously. You've never heard him say something so vulgar, and he traces his finger on your bottom lip and asks, "Now, where did you learn that? I thought you were such a good girl."

You lick your lips and murmur, "Nowhere."

"Well...open your mouth...please."

You eagerly open your mouth, and he fills your mouth with his cock as a groan escapes his lips. He holds the back of your head and thrusts, making you muffle with excitement and even more horny. You're now on your knees at the foot of his bed, and he's standing. He looks down at you and smirks. How he had dreamed to see you like this. So submissive, so willing...and so surprising. His cock reaching the back of your throat, he mutters, "Fuck, you feel good."

Hearing him so seductive is music to your ears, and you begin fondling his balls and using your tongue. You want him to come undone; however, being a novice you didn't know what else to do.

Your lips wrap back around his thick head, relaxing your throat to allow his girth more entry.

"Fuck...fuck" he repeatedly moans off more as he cannot find other words in being in so much pleasure. Grabbing ahold of your hair and caressing it through his hands as he did not know what else to do with them.

You take your hands around him, going full force, the squelching sounds from your throat filling the air, making you clench and release around nothing, wetness traveling down your thighs from being so turned on.

You take him out of your mouth, saliva coating his delicious cock.

Teasingly slapping his head against your lips, looking up at him with a devilish glint in your eyes, you say, "who would have thought the professor would get sucked off by his good and quiet student?"

He growls and thrusts abruptly up into your hand in response, losing what was left of his composure.

"Who would have known you're good at papers and being so naughty?" He huskily responds back.

"Come up, I can't take it anymore."

He lifts your body with ease, throwing you onto the bed gently onto your back, immediately pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. His cock bobbed at how glistening your pussy was in the moonlight. He needed to taste you now.

He brought his mouth to your inner thigh, wetly kissing to your awaiting throbbing mess.

"Erwin, yes..." you buck your hips toward his head, as you cannot wait any longer. He takes your legs over his shoulders and delves in, kissing your clit first, following by opening his mouth around it and suckling it gently with a long and deep drawn out moan.

He gives loving licks into your slit and around your throbbing bulb, occasional slurps as you tasted so fucking good to him.

Before you knew it, you feel one of his thick fingers enter inside you as he surrounds your clit again.

It was too much, you'd cum almost insantly. His thick muscle played with you so well, he tasting every bit of wetness that seeped out of you. All you could manage to do was let out the prettiest moans, run your hands through his blonde loc[k]s, and roll your body into his face.

This moment was too good to ever forget. He became the center of your world in this very instant.

Putting another finger into you, he looks up at you and sees your expression of ecstasy and delight. To tease you like this, to play with you like this...

"How beautiful," he murmurs before feeling your walls tighten.

Your moans filling the room, your body nearly loses control of itself. He wants you to finish, but he knows you might not want to just yet. You weren't one to finish quickly anyways. You enjoyed taking your time in class, so why rush now? Why make you finish before he does?

Raising his head, he murmurs, "I want you, my dear, to move up the bed. I can't take it any longer. Let me have you, please. I want you."

You've never heard him beg. He's not one to beg. He's one to give orders. He doesn't beg. But, he's no longer Professor Erwin Smith. He's your Erwin. Breathlessly, you smile at him and do as he requested. He follows you, and the moonlight gives him the mystique once more as he looms over you. He looks for any deviation in your feelings at the moment, and you do the same.

Does he really want to do this...with me?

You think as he brushes a few strands of hair away from his face.

His face is no longer the one you know from school; it's one of someone who you may love more than life. Your face has changed for him; no longer are you the mysterious student in his class who does so well. You're his.

He kisses your lips and positions himself between your legs, and you bring him down so that you could kiss him again. He moans into your mouth, your tongues dancing as his cock probes you. You reach between your legs and stroke him, making him groan and want you more than ever. Kissing your forehead, he murmurs, "Sweetheart...fuck..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushes his cock into you slowly. He doesn't want to break you. A loud moan leaves his lips, and your back arches as you struggle to breathe and make sense of anything.

As he makes it to his base, he stays there for a moment and holds you. He knows you need time to adjust to his size, and he murmurs, "When when you're ready, tell me."

You struggle to talk: pain, pleasure, sensitivity, emotions, everything's hitting you all at once. You wonder if you'll be able to take it. Will you chicken out, or will you be able to handle it all?

You look up at him, and he gently inquires, "Are you all right?"

You nodded; for fuck's sake, you've wanted this for the longest time. Make it a night you won't regret.

You do love him, don't you? Hell, you lust for him already, but this, this is much more than that.

You whisper, "Ready."

"Are you sure? Take all the time you need, sweetheart," he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

Moving your hips, you say, "I'm absolutely sure."

He begins to move, and the pain eventually goes away. It's like everything's right in the world, and everything's in its proper place. His grunts become more frequent as his thrusts become deeper, and his arms somehow find their way to hold you close to him. His moans replace his grunts, and your moans take their place next to his as they echo the room.

He kisses you every so often to make sure you feel special. You're not a dream or fantasy any longer. You're here with him, and he wants you to stay. He wants to try something now, and it's just a fleeting thought. He stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. He wants to bury himself deeper so that you could feel all of him.

Finding your voice, you ask, "What are you doing?"

He answers your question by burying himself deeper and pushing past your cervix, and you cry, "Erwin!"

He looks down at you, his bright eyes now seeming dark, and murmurs, "You're so warm..." As he moves, you can't breathe. He's thrusting deeper, his moans returning to grunts, his pleasure mushrooming in his body as he doesn't give you time to react. His body now on overdrive, he can't think straight.

He kisses you, allowing your breath to come back, and slows his pace.

He whispers, "I'm trying to...fuck, I'm trying to control myself. Did I hurt you?" You shake your head, your body reeling from what just happened.

He can do that? He's capable of that?

He kisses you again, his neatly styled hair now a tousled mess. Wondering what would happen if you messed with his hair some more, you grab the hair at the back of his head and pull down.

Filled with pleasure, he immediately thrusts and groans, "Don't do that. I might not be able to control myself again if you - "

You pull on his hair again, and his back arches as he thrusts into you again.

"You...st-" he can't finish what he's saying. What you're doing is too good. You feel his cock twitching as it waits impatiently for him to begin again, and you wondered what'd he do if-

Maybe, it'll just work.

Pulling the most seductive voice you could muster, you lower your tone and murmur, "Erwin, I want you to fuck me senseless. Destroy me...please..."

You lick your lips and, giving him a side glance, finish, "Teacher."

Something snaps within Erwin, and the fire and passion inside of him consumes whatever self-control he has left. He begins to thrust harder, faster, deeper. His bed shaking, the headboard thumping against the wall, he wants to hear you cry his name. He wants you to cry out. He wants the neighbors to hear how he's now claiming you as his.

You're doing what he wants you to do. Your moans become cries of passion and ecstasy, and your body's in his control. Bringing your arms up to your head, he holds your wrist down with one strong hand and wraps his arm around your waist. He isn't going to let you get away. Not that you could or would in the first place.

Panting and groaning, he orders, "Scream my name, love."

"Erwin!" you cry out, his cock nearly splitting you apart as he thrusts deeper.

Is it supposed to be this deep?

He groans, "Are you now mine?"

Is that a trick question, or...

"Fuck. I'm yours," you manage to say, your pleasure overriding your thoughts.

"Keep screaming it. Scream it so the neighbors hear. You're fucking mine," he finds himself saying, and you obey.

Usually, he could keep the cursing to a minimum, especially around a lady, especially around a student. But you.You. You've finally found how to break his composure and turn him into a beast who doesn't care for decency.

The phone begins to ring in the kitchen where he had left it.

Stopping, he mutters as you gasp for air, "Awww, for the love of shit. They can fucking wait until we're fucking done, and that's the end of it."

Your walls are now twitching around his cock, and you've soaked his sheets.

"Now." he smacks your ass, making you mewl.

"Awww, what was that? That was adorable." He fixes himself to you again.

"Now, where were we? Oh..." He starts up the pace again, the ringing seeming like an eternity to finish.

Your cries start up, and his grunts fill the room as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"Teacher...how naughty you've become," he growls as he has let it finally sink in.

"Keep crying my name, my love. Tell everyone how you're now mine."

His hand holding down your wrists still, your back arches as you feel ecstasy.

How many times has that been now?

The wet sounds filling the room, his balls soaked with your cum, his cock coated with your passion, he wonders if you'll be able to walk in the morning and attend your courses. He groans as you tighten up around him, and you've completely lost yourself in his arms, his bed, his scent.

What was his scent again?

You gasp, "Erwin... Damn it. I just."

"Where do you want me to finish?" he finds himself asking.

Surely, not inside you. If you get pregnant, then you might not be able to finish the way you want.

On your stomach? In your pretty mouth? On your breasts?

"...me" he hears you say, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him slow his pace down.

"Where?" he groans, and you gasp,

"Inside me."

Knowing he can't turn you down, not now, he nearly panics. "Are you absolutely sure? I don't - "

His grip on your wrists has loosened, and you break one free and put your hand on his nape.

Mesmerized by what you're now doing, he murmurs, "Your courses, your future, your career... I don't want to take them all away from you. You have so much promise, so much potential to change things for the better."

Touched by his words, you sigh, "I understand, but you wouldn't be taking them away from me. To be honest, I see you being part of my future. Sounds crazy, but it's true."

Kissing your lips, he's touched. His animalistic, lustful side is gone and has been replaced with love. A future with you, of all people. Someone who could perhaps match him one day in the variety of subjects he enjoys, someone who can finally challenge him instead of swooning or lusting after him.

Letting out a sigh as he pulls away, he lets go of the other wrist and simply holds you.

A gentle smile appears on his face, and he says, "As you wish."

He begins to thrust hard, the full length of his cock now inside you. Your moans fill the room, and his grunts soon follow suit. He kisses your forehead and puts it to yours, and you find yourself smiling.

Me. She wants me.

After a few thrusts, he groans loudly and trembles. Not used to making love, he nearly yells as all of his cum pours into you. Hearing him like that and feeling the pressure in your belly rise makes you come for the last time.

Panting, he groans, "Fuck sweetheart, I-" He can't talk; he's lightheaded.

His heart feels like it's about to burst in his chest, both from exerting himself like this and you being in his bed. Not pulling out for a minute or two, he decides to kiss your neck and leave his mark. No doubt your classmates will see it and ask who the lucky man is. They'll tease you, and you won't be able to respond that it's Professor Erwin Smith.

You're on sensory overload, your head lightheaded as you're now sweaty.

He chuckles, and you ask hoarsely, "What?"

"Would you like to finish dinner now?" he asks mischievously, and you both start laughing.

You were both so caught up in the moment and passion that you two didn't even finish dinner.

Pulling out, he lays down next to you. His chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon or swam a few miles, he looks at you and asks,

"How about this? We finish dinner here. I know it's not the dining room; however, I don't think you'd be able to walk."

"And you can?" you manage to ask.

He spanks you and sighs, "Honestly, I'm not sure I can. You, you're too damn good. I didn't know you were like that, so naughty and seductive. Now, wherever did you learn how to do that?"

Mischievously, you reply, "Beats me. I've heard things from my roommate and wanted to try them out."

He chuckles and slowly gets up, and you curl up on your side.

He says, "Give me a moment."

You nod. He goes into the bathroom. Your heart's pounding against your chest, your hair now a mess, you smile to yourself. After a few minutes, he comes back out to find his pants and boxers at the end of the bed. Removing his boxers and putting them on, he tosses his pants into the hamper.

"If you'd like, you may stay the night," he offers, his gentlemanly behavior now back into full swing.

"Would you want me to?" you ask softly.

He turns to you and replies, "I'd like that; however, the choice is yours. It also depends if you're going to attend your courses in the morning."

Remembering you have Ackerman's lecture bright and early at 8:00, you groan, "If I don't go to Ackerman's class, then he'll kill me. He's brutal when it comes to absences."

"Oh? You have Levi's morning lecture?" he asks as he sits on the bed, his legs still shaky.

You nod, and he says with a smirk, "Well, in that case, stay here for the evening and miss his lecture. I'll request that he excuses you."

"I...wait, you can do that?" you inquire hopefully, and he brushes the hair out of your face and says,

"I can, and he won't ask for an explanation when it comes to me. Now, allow me to get the food before it gets cold." He leaves the room, and you sigh as you hear him in the dining room.

He comes back in with the plates and then goes back for the dishes, and you've found your clothes. As you put only your shirt and panties on, he goes back for the wine glasses that started this entirely wonderful mess and puts them on the nightstand.

Joining you, he looks at his phone and chuckles.

"What?" you ask curiously. He responds, "It was Levi. I'll call him now."

He calls him, and you begin eating.

"Levi. Yes. Sorry, I was occupied. Grading, of course," he says as he smirks at you.

Hearing Ackerman's tone, you know he's annoyed. He had that tone when he did his weekly reprimand regarding slacking in his class, and he'd omit you and a few from it. Still, it sends shivers down your spine.

Then, Erwin says, "If you would, please excuse (y/n) from your lecture in the morning.

An excuse?

"She's heavily intoxicated, and I'm looking after her. I'm afraid she'll have quite the hangover. Yes. I'll have it sent. Thank you, and have a good evening."

He hangs up, and you tease, "I thought you said he doesn't ask you for an excuse."

"It's so the school doesn't start an interrogation. Now, do you have any other courses?" he inquires before filling his glass with wine and taking a sip.

You smile and shake your head.

"Oh? Well, good. That means I get to spend more time with you."

"Don't you have a lecture in the afternoon?" you ask curiously, for your memory isn't the greatest at the moment.

Thinking for a moment, he said, "Well...I do. 4:00. After that, I'm free. If you're up for it, come on by the office."

"The office?" you reply softly.

Kissing your cheek and says, "Yes. I think we'll need to conduct some research or get into a debate. How does that sound?"

Licking your lips, you murmur, "I'd like that very much."

Smirking, he gently says, "So will I."

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[ashh-ketchup]

My gift to @meteoraart for the levihan secret snowman 2022!

#college au was one trope i was given but i made them graduate already bec i myself is sick of college ngl lol #levihan #levihansecretsnowman2022 #hange zoe #levi ackerman

[chaotic-on-main]

on to the nextttt

Matcha green tea! (also that was a fantastic flavor for Levi). With Fresh Fruit. Let’s do another pre-established relationship because I literally only like those for myself apparently 😂.

For scenario: Close to his canon personality if you can but the setting is AU. How about Levi and I are at a party and I’ve gotten a little buzzed and am being super teasy to him(like slight brushes against him and shit) and he drags me home and the rest is suggestive obv not any real smut :) lemme know if you don’t like that and I’ll change it lmao.

Order up!! One matcha green tea with fresh fruit for Bee!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, collegeAU, drinking, alcohol, suggestive themes, suggestive terminology, proofread once pls forgive any mistakes, MDNI

☾ A/N ➼ Hi Bee!! Thank you so much for sending in a request. I will admit, I am taking way too long so now some of these requests are going to take place in early-mid fall lmao. I'm so sorry. But I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it!! Suggestive is still so hard for me so this was a fun challenge, as always. Who knows, maybe I can continue on with this if I feel inspired. Anyways, happy first of October y'all!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

Levi doesn't know how he always finds himself in these predicaments. One moment he's hunched over his desk, looking over his notecards for his upcoming exam – the next he's being physically dragged away by his tiresome roommate to a Halloween party down the road that he had already said no to.

Now, he’s leaning against a wall, red cup in hand, with his hood up and a black face mask covering his nose and mouth – white face paint smeared across his pallid face in the pattern of a skull thanks to Hange's last minute demands.

“It's a Halloween party for heaven's sake, you need to look the part!” They had exclaimed after pulling him out of his room with makeup brushes in hand.

The mask was there because he wouldn't dare risk getting sick before his test, but it also gave him a reason to cover up so no one would bother him. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky as he feels someone slide up next to him. Eyes narrowed, he glares over to the unwelcome visitor and as his gaze falls upon you, his eyes soften considerably.

He'd see you around campus, catching his eyes from time to time. It wasn't until recently that you both started interacting with each other due the classic literature class you both share this semester.

You have only spoken to each other a handful of times, outside of the glances shared and the kind smiles you would offer him in passing. Most conversations were about school work or small talk that he would mainly grunt back at. Despite the short quips he gave you, you never pushed or pulled away. Now here you were, smiling up at him as the multicolor strobe lights hit your face.

“Levi? I never thought I'd see you at one of these!” You half-shout over the pulsing pop music blaring from the speakers around the two of you.

Eyes bright and soft cheeks painted pink, they were pulled back into a genuine smile pointed straight at Levi. You were dressed in much less clothing than he's used to seeing you in. Gone were the jeans and loose-knit sweaters – now replaced by a black frilly strapless dress adorned with a small white apron wrapped around your waist. The collar curves low enough to show your cleavage, tightly pushed together by the thin black cloth.

His eyes travel down if only for a second to see how short the dress really was – ending right underneath your butt. The bottom hugged your curves, squeezing your waist and hips perfectly. Underneath was a pair of black fishnet stockings and heels, making you barely at eye level with Levi. Frilled cuffs wrap around your wrists in the same style of the choker that sits flush against your neck.

You're dressed as a maid.

His eyes snap back up to see that your hair falls around your shoulders topped with a little headband. There are hints of lipgloss leftover from the many times your lips caressed the ridges of a plastic cup. But that flush on your cheeks was not from your makeup.

“Hellllooo??” You wave a hand in front of Levi's face to get his attention.

“I am.” He responds back cooly, tone contradictory to the thoughts racing through his mind.

“I knew it! Your brooding gray eyes are striking even from across the room.” A light giggle leaves your soft lips. “What are you doing here? I thought you'd be studying for Tuesday's exam.”

“I was. My roommate dragged me here.”

“The Levi Ackerman bent to someone's will? Well, I'll be.” You tease, smile tugging at your lips, before taking another sip of the mysterious liquid in your cup. Levi does the same, feeling the burn of the liquor he had poured when he first got here.

“Tch. Shouldn't you be studying? You struggled with your analysis on Odyssey and that's definitely showing up on the test.”

“Aw, you care! If you must know, I took your suggestions to heart and did that 'note taking after every paragraph' thing you do. Some things are still a little fuzzy but I have a much better grasp on it! So, thank you.” Another wide smile from you causes butterflies to dance in his stomach.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Levi never afforded himself time to think of a relationship. Sure, he's had his share of hookups before; he wasn't always glued to his books and knew how to release stress from time to time. But he never thought anything past that one night and moved on with his life without issue. It wasn't because he was being intentionally callous though, most women that sought his company only wanted him by his looks alone – who was he if not willing to return the favor.

But you gave him something others could not – comfort in knowing that you talked to him as a person and not a pretty face. And while he never made a move to further anything with you, he did find himself wanting to be near you as much as he could bear.

“What are you even supposed to be?” Your lips purse as your eyes scan Levi’s slim frame. Your fingers reach up and pinche the fabric of his jacket as you pull yourself closer to get a better look of his face still darkened by the shadows of his hood. You're not close enough to press up against him, but you might as well have as you only left an inch or so between you both. Your eyes bounce around his face as she makes sense of the quickly applied makeup. If he leaned down just a bit, he could…

“No idea. Hange, the roommate I mentioned, did it.” He clears his throat quietly, eyes glancing away from yours. You pull away finally, but your fingers still remain on his sleeve. You're not directly touching him, but it's enough to send tingles through his body. Levi chalks it up to it being a while since he's been touched by someone.

“It looks good on you, like you're a bandit ready to steal or something.” Your tinkling laughter makes Levi's ears twitch in a good way. “I'm happy to see you out of the classroom, Levi.”

“I-"

“Oh! My friend is waving me over. Hold this for a second.” You say, handing your drink over to him. He watches as you tug your dress up that must have slid down a bit. When you do, his eyes can't help but glance down to the slight bounce of your plush chest. The way your perfume permeates his senses as you move around the little space you both share and it intoxicates him – or was it the alcohol? He hadn't had that much.

“Okay, I'm good to go.” When you reach over to take the half-empty cup from Levi's fingers, yours brush against his ever so slightly. His heart leaps at your warm touch. “I'll see you around?”

You give Levi a long look before smiling brightly and turning tail towards a redhead who was currently staring hard at him. His gaze was far from your friend though because with your back to him now, he sees that the costume is much shorter than he initially assumed.

His eyes don't leave you for a bit, watching you double over in laughter at something your friend said. There's a moment where your eyes meet again, holding each other's gaze until your friend says something else and you're back to laughing. Outside of the classroom, you were very different. There were a lot of things he didn't know about you. Perhaps that's something he wouldn't mind delving into if given the chance.

“Dude she's so into you.” A voice rings out from next to Levi, their words slightly slurred from the many drinks they had consumed throughout the night.

“Shut up, four eyes.”

“I mean it. She's so smitten with you. Didn't you see the way she was looking at you? There are hearts in her eyes! Those glances, the unassuming touches. Levi Ackerman, c'mon! I wasn't born yesterday.” Levi turns to the source of the noise. Hange Zoe, a bioengineering major who he shared the same apartment with for years, is giving Levi the biggest shit-eating grin they can muster.

“And you like her too, don't you.”

Their usual frazzled brunette hair is even frizzier to match the mad-scientist costume they were going for, held down by a pair of safety goggles that wrap around their head. Hange had made Levi swear on his life not to tell Professor Vitch that they had ‘borrowed' one of the lab coats for it – not like Levi cared enough to say anything anyways. He doesn't understand how Hange could even give it back now that it's tattered and ruined with self-made burn marks.

“Whatever.”

“You've never mentioned her before, why not? I thought I was your bestest friend in the whole world.”

“Acquaintances. And it doesn't pertain to you.”

“That hurts, we’ve known each other for 5 years.” Hange gives a fake pout. As their gaze flits back over to you, they mutter, “If I were you, I wouldn't let this chance slip away. You'll just regret it.” And with that, Hange yells something to a mutual friend and runs over to him – leaving Levi to his devices once again.

His eyes go back to where you were just moments ago and he catches you shooting him another smile before getting lost in the crowd with your friend. This smile held something that wasn't there before, the same matching emotion that fill your eyes.

Regret was not something he sat well with. Before he knows it, he's pushing himself off the wall and heading towards the direction you had disappeared in.

It takes a bit of searching and asking around much to his disdain. Eventually, he finds you outside on the front porch alone, sitting on the stairs with your back to him. Your hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail and from the way you’re lifting your arm up, he can tell you still have a drink in hand. When he shuts the door behind him, he notices you don't even look back.

“Tired of the people, too?” Levi asks as he sits down on the step next to you, practically shoulder to shoulder. He doesn't miss the way you flinched at his sudden voice, you turning quickly to face him.

“Oh jeez, Levi. I almost punched you.” You place your hand flat against your chest in hopes to slow your racing heart.

“Wouldn't be the first time someone threatened that.”

“I can't imagine why.” You sigh, but then a smirk pulls on your lips as you start to relax. “Yeah, it's just getting to be too much. I think I may head out here soon.” You take another sip of your drink before realizing it's mostly gone and instead, you tip it all the way back and down it all in one gulp.

You stand up soon after, your ass on full display for him to see from his position. The way you bend forward a bit to brush off your dress is almost a little too much for Levi. Your cheeky panties peek out at him, causing that knee-jerk reaction of such a visual to twitch in his jeans. Realization of what Hange was trying to tell him earlier dawns on him.

Regret was not something he liked to feel.

Levi stands up quickly and grabs your wrist in tight fingers before pulling you to face him. There's visible shock on your face at the brazen action, but you don't pull away. He gives you a moment, a chance to turn him down and leave without looking back. You don't. Instead, you coyly smile up at him, eyebrow raised.

With that, he tugs you closer and his lips meet yours in a hard kiss. Behind the bubblegum lipgloss, he tastes the artificial fruit from the drinks you've had tonight. You mirror the same hunger as Levi does, as if you had waited for this for months. You throw your arms around his neck as you press yourself against him, your fingers sliding up into his hair as his hands make their way to your waist – holding you there.

What feels like mere seconds pass before Levi has to break away for air. There's a moment where you’re both just staring at each other. Partly from shock but also uncertainty of where to go next. You're the first to speak.

“There's um, something I need help with on the study guide. But it's back at my place.”

“I can help with that.” Levi answers back cooly, almost too quick but he didn't care.

You don't hesitate to close your fingers over his and tug him into the direction of your place, almost running like the little kids that swarm the street as they trick or treat.

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[loveackermannn]

college bf levi is the best !!!

the sweetest man to give you comfort whenever the burdens of college get the best of you.

usually after a rough day, nothing needs to be said as soon as you walk in through the door of your shared apartment.

and upon seeing your slightly disheveled state with stubborn strands of hair out of place and clothes ruffled from a hard day's work, he was quick on his feet to reach you within seconds.

it didn't take long before he shrugs off your shoulder bag and leads you down the hall and into your immediate sanctuary of a living room – which was already prepped and handled by your boyfriend hours before you even came home.

setting you down gently onto the sofa as if you were glass, he immediately wraps his arms around your tired form and you easily succumb to the comforting warmth of his body against yours. he pressed his hands into the tight knots of your shoulders and kneaded the skin with just the right amount of pressure.

it elicited soft groans of appreciation from your lips as you couldnt exactly find the words to properly thank him – though you didn't need to, judging from your reactions, levi knew what you wanted to say without even saying it.

"tired love?"

"hm..."

just as he thought, you needed your rest – but not without a full stomach of dinner and a nice massage, courtesy by him of course. ;)

"levi, my feet hurt"

looking down at you, he gives you a small smile that could be missed by almost anyone else, except you. thumbing your cheek in a loving gesture, he proceeds to peck the bridge of your nose in his own silent, levi way of saying how proud he is of you and that he loves you beyond the stars.

"i'll take care of you yeah? you just sit there and close your eyes. i'll do everything else."

#chaloveslevi #levi ackerman #levi scenarios #levi fluff imagine #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman headcanons #levi comfort #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi #snk levi #modern!au #college!bf levi is!! so!! hot!! #such an angel too #muah i hope you guys enjoy this uni and life has been really hard lately #i will add my formats and banner to this later on probably! #this is also VERY self indulgent lol

[sugacookees]

10:00 PM

You had agreed to meet him in your dorm room at 10 p.m.

It's half-past eight, and you've been alone with your thoughts for far too long. There were no messages, not even from your friends. Of course, it's not because they dislike you. Everyone is just too preoccupied with final exams right now. You should probably study for yours, but you believe the three days you've spent cooped up in your room have prepared you enough, if not too much.

The internet connection in the dorm building is agonizingly slow, allowing your show to run at 480 frames per second.

I can’t even finish this god damned episode.

You made the decision to leave your room before going insane. There’s a lounge on the second floor of your building, so you decided to head there.

The room has bean bags, couches, a table, some seats, a vending machine, and a TV. It's nine in the evening, you've had your dinner, so you've settled on some chips. You chose to sit on the brown leather couch in front of the TV, your legs resting on the sofa's arms. Because students aren't allowed to change the channel, you're stuck watching the news.

Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do.

A couple of minutes later, two students enter the room. They're giggling all the way to the table, their arms locked. You give them a quick glance before averting your gaze to avoid drawing unwanted attention to yourself. You return your gaze to the television and see a man being arrested for drug use in a bar's staff room.

Soon enough, the giggles become too loud, interfering with your ability to watch in peace.

Can’t they fucking do this someplace else?

You glance at the couple and see them eating each other’s faces out. But instead of being more frustrated, your mind wanders over a certain boy.

The two of you had no label for whatever you two had. Just people who are more than friends but less than lovers. It's not like you were keeping it from everyone or your friends. You had just agreed to keep it that way. The reason for so, though, was uncertain. Perhaps out of fear? Fear of what others would say, or fear that if you made it known to everyone and things went bad, it would be absolutely embarrassing. But maybe you both just wanted each other for yourself. Who knows.

He isn't unpopular. Girls are definitely lining up for him. When he gets tired of you, it won't be long before there's a replacement for you right by his side. The most daunting aspect of it all is that you already have a female candidate in mind for the position. She's been suspicious of you both ever since she saw you holding hands in a café. She's also very attractive. And smart. And incredibly fucking kind. That is the most upsetting aspect of it all. She’s a sweet girl. She’s known him since freshman year and developed a much-too-obvious crush on him.

You admit that in some aspects, she’s definitely better than you.

Hell, if I were him, I’d choose her.

So tonight, you think. Think of where he is. Is she there by his side, as she should be? Is he entertaining her? Is she making him happy? These awful thoughts linger in your mind for the remainder of your stay in the dorm lounge, with the TV playing in the background and the giggles of that damned couple who prompted this dilemma.

Fuck, it’s quarter to ten. I’m gonna be late.

And so he runs.

He’s been at the bar since 5. As a reward for finishing the exam, a group of his classmates invited everyone out for a drink. Mr. Congeniality that he is, he gladly joins in. The girl he’s known since freshman year sticks by his side. She’s nice, he thinks. However, a distinct image of someone comes to mind. He glances at his watch, which reads 8:30 p.m.

To be honest, he's tired of it. The party, the people, and the beverages. All he can think about right now is leaving this bar and going back to their dorm. Eating take-out together, watching random Youtube videos on their bed, and keeping them close enough to smell that fresh coconut shampoo they use that he loves so much. But it would be too weird.

Because they aren't his significant other, arriving early would be too obvious. He clearly likes them more than he's letting on. But he's not sure how much longer he can go on like this. Clandestine meetings and longing gazes. He wants to walk around campus with them, post pictures of their dates, and let everyone know that he already belongs to someone else.

The bartender's yell snaps him out of his trance. He tries to approach the commotion to find out what's going on, leaving his spot and the girl behind. He stands on his toes as he sees one of his classmates being dragged out by the bouncers. Soon after, sirens and the all-too-familiar red and blue lights appear. He learns from others that the man who was just dragged out and is now being arrested was doing drugs in the staff room. Fucking moron. Now he really wants to go.

He goes outside to wait for a cab. But so is everyone else. And, being the gentleman that he is, he allows everyone to hail a cab first. Moments later, the girl who had been by his side earlier approaches him and asks if he wants to share a cab with her because they live close together. He refuses, claiming that he has someone waiting for him. Which is a lie, and in retrospect, a better option than where he is now.

Running.

Waiting for a cab made the time fly quickly, and now he was running late. He really doesn't want to let them down and make them feel unimportant. They were so far away from it. If they had texted him and he was on the other side of the world, he would immediately book a flight to meet them.

He calls them, hoping they'll understand that he'll be late. Unfortunately, he only gets a dial tone. He tries again and comes up short. He considers calling them again, but this may be too clingy of him.

So he keeps running until he sees that familiar building, which strangely makes him smile. In his mind, he laughs at how mundane things have become extraordinary simply because of them.

You are startled awake. Shit, I fell asleep. When you look at the time, it's five to ten. You make your way quickly out of the lounge, shaking your head as you pass the couple passed out by the bean bags. And, to make matters worse, the elevator is being repaired. As a result, you begin your journey by ascending several flights of stairs.

By the time you make it to your floor, you’re completely out of breath.

I probably look fucking insane right now.

You make your way to your room to prepare for a bit before he comes. However, the universe had other plans for you.

Just when you turned towards the hallway where your dorm is, he stood there, almost mirroring your condition. He's heaving, his hair is stuck to his brow, and his hands are on his knees.

You take a few tentative steps forward. He looks up, sees you, and smiles. You do the same and ask as to why he looks tired.

"I- uh, used the stairs because your elevator wasn't working," he says, not making eye contact with you, which usually means he's lying. But you remain silent and hum in agreement.

You nod towards your door, inviting him to enter and follow you.

If I told them I ran from the bar, I’m actually fucked. Whipped son of a bitch.

He follows them in and heads straight for their bed. He believes that this bed is softer than the expensive one he has at home and that it must feel like a cloud.

Like routine, they head to the bathroom to freshen up, and he looks for a shirt of his in their drawer. While waiting, he sets up the movie and orders some food.

They emerge from the bathroom, and he believes it would be fine if he died right now. He doesn't mind if he ends up in hell because he's already seen an angel.

They settle in the bed, with him enclosing them in their arms.

“How was your day?” He asks, trying to beat the awkward silence.

“It was alright. I was busy all night studying.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking.. Uh, where did you come from when I saw you in the hallway?”

Their eyes seem to widen a bit as if caught in the act. “Oh, I just gave my friend my notes at the lobby.”

With no energy to pry further, he nods and moves to turn the movie volume up.

As the credits roll, you turn your head to face the body that is enclosing yours. He's fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

You admire him in this way, but you think it's too domestic. But you'd give anything to sleep every night and wake up to this every morning. But you know all too well that by the time the sun rises, like clockwork, he will rise and move so as not to wake you, but you always are.

With eyes closed, you silently beg for him not to go, and just this once, to stay. To hear him say he feels the same way you do and that all your doubts were just you rationalizing.

He is jolted awake by that familiar alarm. He carefully gets out of bed and never forgets the part of his routine of looking at you asleep, a picture that will stay with him all day. He notices the polaroid picture of you two on the night you met as he grabs his shirt from the top of your drawer. As he gazes out the window, he decides to be brave and make an exception today.

He returns beside you, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in your neck. And, ever so gently, he says,

“Just tell me you love me already. Please, please, please."

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[this-is-krikkit]

Prompt used:   person A: you should know i starfish when i sleep person B: do you grow limbs back like one?

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Nanaba & Erwin Smith & Mike Zacharias & Hange Zoë

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Best Friends, Canon Non-Binary Character, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, SNK Veterans - Freeform, and they were ROOMMATES, (oh my god they were roommates), Fluff, Hange Zoë Being Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë is a Mess, Hange Zoë is also a little bit in love with their best friend oops, Hange Zoë pining, Mutual Pining, cause yeah Levi Ackerman is very much in love with his best friend too DOUBLE OOPS, Hair Braiding, Sharing a Bed, POV Alternating

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[pickalilywrites]

Rivetra celebrating Valentines day out at a resort. And unfortunately for Levi, his old love rival, Zeke is the part time life guard there. Ruining the day for him. College AU.

thanks :)

last resort

rivetra. college au. 1017 words.

Levi thought it would be easy to enjoy his Valentine’s Day. After all, he’s with his perfect girlfriend at a beautiful resort on an employee discount courtesy of Petra who has been working at the hotel’s restaurant as a waitress. They can enjoy all of the resort’s luxurious amenities at half the price: the high-end restaurant, the massage therapy sessions, watching the sunset from their room’s balcony. Under normal circumstances, he would have absolutely enjoyed it even if his surly, default expression says otherwise. As it is, he can’t possibly appreciate any of it now that he’s at the pool with Petra after seeing who the lifeguard is.  

“You didn’t tell me that Zeke was your coworker,” Levi says stiffly. He’s talking to Petra who’s currently shrugging off her lacy shawl, but his gaze is fixed on the lifeguard sitting on top of his white tower with an apish grin on his face as he looks down on Levi and Petra.  

“Hm? Oh, we don’t really interact with each other. I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” Petra replies. Her indifference towards Zeke’s existence would normally delight Levi, but he’s too displeased by Zeke’s presence for anything to lighten his mood. Petra folds her shawl and places it on her lounge chair. She flashes a dazzling smile at her boyfriend. “Do you want to go for a swim, too?”  

“No, thanks,” Levi replies. He has as much aversion to water as a cat does. He’d rather hide in the shade like a vampire afraid to burn in the sun. Still, he doesn’t quite like the way that the lifeguard is ogling his girlfriend in her swimsuit. When Petra stands up to head to the pool, Levi reaches out and grabs her by the wrist without realizing.  

“Did you change your mind?” Petra asks, surprised.  

It’s not like him to be possessive, but something about Zeke brings out the worst him. Maybe it’s because they’ve been rivals since they’ve met, a rivalry that had been one-sided on Zeke’s end until Levi got so fed up with being dragged into an unwanted competition that he decided to beat Zeke at everything just to spite the asshole. In reality, he knows that he doesn’t need to be competitive. Even when they had been competing for Petra’s affections, Petra had chosen Levi in the end and Levi knows that Petra would never betray him. Nevertheless, he finds himself wanting to throw Petra’s shawl back over her shoulders and escorting her away from the pool area to deprive Zeke of the sight of her.  

“You should put on more sunscreen,” Levi says instead and reaches for the bottle inside the bag they had packed.  

“I already put some on this morning,” Petra laughs, but she sits down beside Levi anyway. She holds out her hand for Levi to squeeze some sunscreen into her palm and begins to apply it on her arms. She turns around so that Levi can begin apply it on her back.  

“You should reapply it every two hours. We’ve talked about this before,” Levi gently scolds, and Petra giggles in reply. 

Levi begins at where Petra’s neck is exposed from her hair being tied up. It’s not that he’s usually careless with sunscreen application, but he’s typically not this thorough. He goes through every square centimeter of skin slowly, deliberately as if mapping out every inch of her. The palms of his hands caress her, his touch light as his hands traverse from the base of Petra’s neck to the expanse of her back under the guise of applying sunblock. Petra must sense the unusual display of affection, perhaps even unconsciously, because her back arches against his touch the way it typically does only underneath dim lights and behind closed doors.  

As his thumbs rub circles underneath the tie in the back of Petra’s string bikini top, Petra lets out an almost inaudible gasp and the corner of Levi’s mouth twitches in the hint of a smile. His gaze flits over to where Zeke is sitting and the corners of his mouth turn upward in a smile when he sees the lifeguard’s face. Instead of the smug grin he had been wearing earlier, his mouth is hanging agape and his gray eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and jealousy as he watches Levi instead of the kids currently trying to push each other’s heads down in the pool.  

“L-Levi, we’re in public, ” Petra stammers as her boyfriend’s fingertips barely ghost the sides of her breasts not quite covered by the top of her swimsuit. When she turns, her cheeks are flushed. Despite her protests, she hasn’t pulled away from him. She had been in the middle of applying her sunscreen — there’s a smear across her left leg that she had started to rub in — but had evidently abandoned her task after being distracted by Levi’s deliberate touches.  

“You’ll get burned otherwise. Most people forget to apply near the edge of their swimsuit,” Levi replies nonchalantly. His touch travels back up her spine and he smiles when her entire body shivers as he rubs against her shoulders. He leans forward, his lips ghosting against the shell of his girlfriend’s ear. “Should we just head up to your room?”  

He watches as Petra bites her lip, her cheeks growing redder still.  

In the end, Petra hastily rubs the remaining sunscreen on her leg before grabbing her shawl and bag with one hand and grabbing her boyfriend’s hand with the other. Without another word, she begins to drag him towards the hotel, her cheeks still burning. 

“I thought you wanted to swim,” Levi says teasingly. 

“Shut up,” she hisses, jerking him forward so that he’ll follow her faster.  

As Levi passes the tower, he casts a glance up at the lifeguard tower where Zeke is watching. He gives a single wave at Zeke, whose mouth is still hanging open as he watches Petra and Levi disappear into the hotel. Zeke’s infuriated expression makes him smirk. It seems he might be able to enjoy this vacation more than he thought.  

#snk #rivetra #petra ral #levi ackerman #college au #zeke jaeger #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Summary and Preview

Hi friends! After laboring over this fic over the past month and a half, I think it's finally ready to publish! I haven't posted a multi-chapter fic since 2017 and this is the first time I actually have enough written out to do regular updates 👀 I will be posting both on here and on AO3 and should be updating every Saturday, generally around 5pm CST :)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Epilogue

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, idiots in love (eventually), fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, eventual smut, regular mentions of grief, mention of minor character deaths, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injury, will continue to add as more stuff comes up

Preview:

After a long day at work, Levi was more than irritated when he heard a knock on his door. It was well into the evening, so he had no idea who would have the audacity to be bothering him this late. A frown appeared on his face as he looked at the person in front of him in confusion.  "What the hell?" he muttered as he saw an equally confused expression appear on your face.  That annoying undergrad from this afternoon?

"Did you follow me home?" You raised an eyebrow at him. The last person you had expected to be greeted with was the grumpy barista that you had the misfortune of interacting with earlier in the day. "Did you?" you retorted. Levi scoffed. "How the hell would I have followed you home if I was here first?" He cursed to himself as he recalled the monologue you gave him earlier on in the day. You had said that you had to suffer on a bus ride and couldn't get in contact with your new roommate to get keys to the unit. Now that you were standing in front of the door to his apartment, his frown only grew. Your eyes widened as you finally put together the pieces. "Wait," you asked, shaking your head slightly. "Are you-?" "I guess so," Levi responded with an unamused sigh. "Fuck."

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[apollodarling-writes]

Modern Levi x reader who rejects him lol…. I live for the rejections

i put this in hc format bc im exhausted and haven't slept.

cw: angst, low effort in appearance, modern! college au, kinda short, reader is a little bit mean (if you can call it that), i use gorgeous once but its meant to be gn (i call men beautiful allll the time.. esp leon)

levi would have slowly accepted you into his friend group and you would have wormed your way, albeit slowly, into his stone cold heart.

when he realizes that he has feelings for you, he'll likely want to be around you more often and stumble over his words more

he'll also blush when you do things he finds cute and eventually, he'll work up enough courage to confess to you.

he'll bring you out to the cafe the two of you study at together and buy you a drink, then sit you down and begin studying with you.

it takes him awhile to finally get the words out. be patient with him.

he's all blushy and can't form proper sentences and he's just so nervous :((

but when he finally gets it out, a bashful:

"I love you, [Name]... Will you be my S/O?"

He can't look you in the eyes, wringing his hands under the table and the silence almost consuming

When he finally looks up at you and meets your eyes, an almost pitying look meeting his gaze, he immediately feels his heart shatter

You'll tell him you don't feel the same and that it's better that you go for now, and he'll latch onto your hand, all teary eyed and begging you to just give him a chance.

Depending on how you react, the situation varies, but regardless he'll try to settle for being your friend and ignoring the ache in his chest.

He'll try to ignore how amazing you are and how effortlessly gorgeous you are. How good you smell and how he loves every little thing you do.

And eventually, he'll move on.

It'll likely be when you find a S/O of your own, feeling a piece of him die when you introduce them to your friend group with a bright smile on your face.

And... he's happy for you. Truly.

Now, he just has to force you out of his mind and move on... should be easy enough...

#modern au #college au #levi angst #aot anime #snk angst #angst #aot levi #levi aot #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi #levi x y/n #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi x male reader #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman hc #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman #drabble #aot fandom #aot imagines #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk headcanons #snk #snk x reader #aot

[ecrisparfois]

little white lie

summary : levi and his girlfriend’s thursday night routine. college au.

warning (s) : lie (?) not proof-read

words count : 0.5k

A/N : I was planning on uploading exclusively-draco content, but, well, my inner levi fangirl kicked in. I’m supposed to be working on that one request submitted a couple weeks ago, but my fingers are possesed and somehow write this instead? like what’s happening? ignore that shitty title btw.

anw, I stole this idea from a request? I stumbled upon a popular blog (I think) with the request to write a story with this premise, but I read it and it’s nothing like what I was expected, so, I decide to write my own! Which, I’m sure not as great. Anw, if you requested or wrote something similar to this pls let me know bc I can’t remember! :D

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Levi checked his wristwatch for the umpteenth time, growing impatient with every ticking second. You should have been out of the class five minutes ago. He was considering barging into the lecture hall you were supposed to be in. Thankfully, the door opened before he could; waves of students with tired faces broke out from behind the door. You were the last few ones that walked out; pale face, bleary eyes, shoulder slumped, hands looking down at your phone – texting him, probably. You looked up from your phone to be met with his eyes – the smile blooming on your face was immediate. You jogged to his side, murmured a quiet ‘hi’ once you stood next to the raven-haired man.

Levi isn’t one for public displays of affection, but seeing how much the day has consumed you, he planted a chaste kiss on your temple before offering his hand for you to hold; you welcomed the rare offer with a beaming smile. His heart practically swelled seeing how the small gesture could brighten your weary eyes.

“Have you been waiting for long?” you asked, eyes full of guilt.

“Don’t worry. I also just get out of class,” he assured, taking over the tote bag perching on your shoulder. When your usual refusal for the gesture never came, he knew it was a particularly exhausting day for you. 

You walked hand in hand in mutual silence. The only indication of each other presence was the occasional hand squeeze. 

“Tired?” he inquired when you let your head rest on his shoulder as you walked. You hummed in response. “I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he muttered, hand squeezing yours once again.

You sighed in contentment. Thursday night always goes like this with Levi; night class, him waiting for you, and ten minutes of walking hand-in-hand. Levi had an art history class at the exact time you had philosophy, and he always waited for you every time. It’s always energizing to see him waiting for you in front of the lecture hall after two hours of boring speeches. But you realized you robbed him of his much-needed rest with every other minute he spent, standing in front of lecture hall 205.

“You shouldn’t have been waiting for me,” 

“What, and walk alone the whole ten minutes when I could wait a couple minutes for your company?” he challenged. “Damn, didn’t know you want to get rid of me that much,” he added, shaking his head in faux disappointment.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you slapped his arm playfully.

The sky was dark when you were outside, the crescent moon hung on the starless sky. The lamp post was standing tall every other meter had caused the moon to be completely lonely in the night sky.

“The moon is lonely tonight,” you pointed at the lone moon, somewhat melancholy. 

“Good thing you’re not then,” he replied.

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled. You pulled him to continue the walk back to your shared apartment. “Good thing you take that art history class, huh?” you asked after a few moments.

Levi flushed, glancing your way briefly to find you still entranced by the moon. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

It seemed like his lie would still keep on going. There’s no art history class for him. He took that last semester. But you don’t need to know that. He’ll tell you after finals. Maybe.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #college au #levi #ackerman

[134340am]

“professor ackerman,” you start, resting your hip against his door frame.

levi doesn’t bother sparing you a glance, his red pen flying over his pile of unmarked essays. heavy, thick-rimmed glasses sit atop the bridge of his nose, casting a slight shadow under his eyes. 

“what do you want?” he asks, straightforward as always, and you watch as he scribbles an angry comment in the margin—good luck to whoever that paper belongs to. 

you don’t answer his question, instead letting your actions do the talking as you stroll into his room and set down your tray of tea. the base of your two porcelain cups glint against the warm light of his lamp, seemingly winking at you.

“you shouldn’t be straining your eyes this late, professor.” you wash out the cups with tea, being careful not to get any on levi’s expensive oak wood table. 

“you shouldn’t be bothering me this late, professor,” he bites back, but not unkindly. out of the corner of your eye, you spot the way his red pen hovers over the paper, the dim light of the room highlighting the prominent veins on his hands that run up his forearm. 

the muscle in his forearm flexes as he reaches over for the fresh cup of tea you’ve poured him, steel-grey eyes holding your gaze the entire time as he sips from the cup. you quirk an eyebrow while nestling your mug of tea in your hands, awaiting his response.

tick, tock. 

the old grandfather’s clock in the corner ticks away rhythmically, a good distraction from the anxious thud of your heartbeat against your chest. 

“well? thoughts?” you can’t help but blurt out when levi sets his cup down and turns back to his papers wordlessly.

you watch as he circles a phrase, then underlines another. the ink of his red pen runs smooth and vibrant against the foolscap, his writing neat and small.

“it’s not too sweet,” levi says simply, finally. 

you smile, “thank you.”

he gestures for you to refill his cup when he drains his first one, the pile of unmarked essays thinning noticeably faster now. levi makes his way through three cups of tea before he speaks again. 

“go to bed.”

“i will,” you promise. “i’ll wait till you’re done.”

“go to bed. now. don’t make me repeat myself.”

“i said i’ll wait for you.” you tilt your chin up at him defiantly and he glares back at you. “don’t make me repeat myself.”

levi holds your gaze, brow creased and mouth upturned in a frown. the staring contest lasts just about forever; the tea must have cooled now.

“fine,” he says at last, picking up his red pen once more. “but we’re not doing this again tomorrow.”

you smirk, “i’ll be the judge of that.” 

#hehe i used a random au generator and got professor!au... so here's college professors levi and reader and some unexplained tensionnnNNnNnNn #i'm kinda rusty forgive me if this is kinda weird!!! also i didn't proofread this ahahah ahaha woooo #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #yuna writes

[arminsumi]

Fuck it I love you

Fic / L. Ackerman / C1

"I don't know if I can tie my hands behind my back when it comes to you."

Levi's that shy boy who works at the cafe near campus. He's overwhelmed with newfound affections for you. Although any romantic advances seem hopeless, considering the fact that you're dating the local heart-throb, Erwin.

Cws; fluff, angst, mutual pining, slight love triangle

Notes on Y/n; Fem! + fem!pronouns used

Notes on this au; modern! + college!, Levi and Erwin are rivals

"I don't like the term 'crushing' very much. It sounds juvenile." Levi grumbles quietly while stealing another glance of you in the library.

"Yes, but that's exactly what it is! What else would you call it?" Hange replies, then pauses to look over at you as you peruse the aisles, "I think it's very sweet." Hange assures Levi.

It's been about five months since you've begun attending Paradis' biggest college in Trost, and just two months since you've started dating the valedictorian, Erwin Smith; a bright-faced blond who showers you with affection. He's everything a boyfriend ought to be, and although your ego swells when girls on campus give you jealous looks, something just feels... incompatible between the two of you.

If Levi had any idea that you doubted your feelings for Erwin, he'd be brave enough to talk to you. But for now, he's resorted to complaining to Hange about how his growing feelings are such a nuisance to deal with.

"Hey, okay, how about you try talk to her now? I mean, Erwin's nowhere in sight." Hange nudges Levi, who's brooding over his textbooks.

"She's busy, I'd just annoy her. I know I'd be annoyed if someone approached me in the library."

Hange laughs, "But that's just because you're a grumpy old man trapped in a nineteen-year-olds body."

"Maybe." Levi says.

"Alright, how about later? Just strike up a conversation when you bring her order." Hange suggests.

Levi shrugs and sighs, seemingly giving up early on the idea. Hange persists until he agrees that he'll at least try.

You're idling the aisle nearby, Levi has to crane his neck to catch a proper glimpse of you.

His cold irises swirl with a sort of olden-day affection, and now he can't take his gaze off of you. He completely tunes out of Hange's rant about chemistry and Moblit, only focusing on you; to others, he seemed calculating right now, but he felt nothing but adoration for your features and your very feeling.

"Talk to her you coward!" Hange yells in Eldian, slamming the table, startling Levi like someone just dumped cold water on his back.

He gives Hange a vexed look, then raises from the circular white table that he was previously hunched over.

"I'm not cowardly, just cautious. You do know that she's dating him, don't you?" Levi sighs, disheartened by his own fact-check.

There's a cramped, earthy cafe on campus that draws in artists who adore the architecture and coffee addicts who drift through the front door by the enticing scent, as if cartoons.

At around 6 PM every day, without fail or delay, you walk through the entrance door. Levi is always tending behind the counter, often pouring latte art into a freshly made beverage.

Today when you enter, at your side is your boyfriend, Erwin Smith. Levi draws his eyes up to look over, noticing this immediately, and then everything inside of him prickles with white hot jealousy.

He accidentally spills milk over the countertop, it forms a puddle.

"Shit." Levi mutters reactively under his breath, getting a rag to clean it up.

He absolutely loathes when Erwin strolls up to the counter to take both of your orders, instead of it just being you like usual.

Levi sees that you're entangled with your textbooks. They're splayed over the round table like an abstract art display.

"Levi, I didn't know you worked here." Erwin condescends with a gentle smile.

Something in his air is intuitive, like he knows that Levi is annoyed by his presence.

Hange is sat in clear sight, giving Levi a look that tells him not to say anything problematic to the school's valedictorian.

"Can I take your order?" Levi asks calmly, ignoring Erwin's rising smug atmosphere.

Perhaps on purpose, Erwin changes his mind several times about his own order.

Levi glares over at your table when Erwin returns, then draws this glare over to the deafeningly loud coffee grinder, like it's done him wrong.

He pours the latte art of Erwin's order with the mundanity of a cement truck pouring cement. Contrastingly, after he refills the latte cup with creamy milk, he pours the latte art of your order with the same sort of carefulness that a mother would have for her baby.

With meticulous movements, he creates the illusion of a flower in the cup. The intense aroma of the fresh brew travels over to your table.

It's a scent that you'll always associate with Levi; slightly earthy notes from the cafe's hanging plants mingling with coffee grounds. Every now and then you catch the scent of a flower, but it passes quickly.

When Levi brings your order, for the briefest moment the two of you make eye contact. Of course, he's too shy to maintain it for longer than a second, but it's enough to get his heart panging excitedly.

He mutters Erwin's order emotionlessly and sets it on the table in front of him. Then he gently sets down your cup, careful not to disturb your study papers.

"Enjoy." He says, more so to you than Erwin.

Hange gives Levi a sympathetic look when he gloomily floats behind the barista counter. He leans against the counter with folded arms, watching you as you laugh with Erwin about something. Levi gets lost in admiration over your smile.

His heart sinks while his head fills with negativity and jealousy.

But then, as if by a pitying god's hands, yours and Erwin's date is interrupted by an urgent call. Your blond boyfriend excuses himself, bright eyes alight with apologies as he explains that he has to go.

Before leaving, he places an almost formal kiss to your hand. Levi scrunches his eyes at this, and looks away in repulsion at Erwin. Hange has to smother their laughter while this all plays out.

Now you're left to finish your beverage with the sole company of your textbooks and notes. It looks aesthetically disorganized to you, but to any sane person it looks like nightmarish disorganization.

Although Levi is a neat person, he's barely bothered by how messy your table is. He finds it almost endearing. But that's only because it's your mess. If it was anyone else he would be internally judging them.

Hange gives Levi an encouraging nod in your direction, so he inhales deeply, as if the air could fill him with more confidence. But as soon as he floats over to your table, his chest is engulfed by shyness.

His whole demeanor feels similar to a cautious bird, hopping near to strewn seeds.

"Do you want another?" He asks simply, his words nothing like how he just rehearsed in his mind.

"No way, I'll be through the roof if I have more caffeine." You briefly laugh, the melody of your voice grasping his heart.

"Oh... um, well, we also have decaf..." Levi suggests, daring to make very brief eye contact.

Hange sees that help is needed, and so comes to your table.

"Decaf coffee isn't going to get all that work done! Good grief, Y/n, you really know how to procrastinate." Hange jokes, bringing with them a convivial feeling.

"Hange!" You greet them excitedly, earning a lopsided smile.

Levi's shoulders slack in relief at Hange's intervention.

"Come, let's sit together. I'm lonely as all hell." Hange suggests, hopping onto the seat where Erwin once sat, "Levi, get a chair, and sit with us."

"My boss will-" Levi begins, but Hange smacks the table.

"Your boss will just have to deal with it. So, Y/n, what's the news?" Hange says, interlacing their fingers and propping their chin on top of them.

Levi's eyes tell a million thanks to Hange as he pulls up a chair and joins you two. He knows that he couldn't have asked to sit with you even if his life depended on it.

Obviously, it wasn't true that Hange was sitting with you out of loneliness; they just wanted to sew yours and Levi's companies together, then disappear so you could be alone together for once.

And so Hange conjures up some believable excuse to leave, giving Levi a subtle wink before exiting the cafe.

The golden hour approaches, and you have to believe me when I say that the light is pure gold; everything it touches becomes angelic, utterly pleasing the eyes.

Levi is absolutely captivated by how this gold light paints your face.

He never gives hint to the fact his heart is thumping sharply against his ribcage, or that his nerves are causing his leg to vibrate up and down under the table.

The only indications of his nervousness are his sharp swallows and stutter-started sentences.

He keeps a determined gaze on your empty coffee cup, his head subtly bowing out of shyness. It's completely eating him up. And so are you; your whole feeling engulfs him. He's never felt so satiated by someone's presence. It's incredible, really, considering that he's confirmed himself to be a loner by now.

Strands of his silky black hair are limply dangling over his eye. He's so pretty that you have to speak at least one of the compliments running rampant in your mind.

"I like your hair. It's doing a thing there." You compliment, pointing out a peculiar part that subtly curls inwards towards his eye.

He's taken aback, "Thank you?" is all he can manage to respond with.

If only you knew how much this tiny compliment affects him. He thinks about for the rest of his shift, which he returns to after his boss glares at him.

Before you leave, you walk over to the barista counter. Levi thinks you're going to pay, but then realizes that you've already paid.

"Hey, can I give you my number?" You say unexpectedly.

He stutters, but grasps this opportunity with a firm grip.

"I- yeah, uh, yeah sure." He says.

After you put yourself in his contact list, you look up at him and say something that rings in his mind for the rest of the evening.

"We should hang out sometime, I want to get to know you better."

Levi wasn't walking back to his dorm, he was drifting; drifting like the autumnal leaves that whimsically drifted around him. He was deep in his thoughts, for once not brooding over his predicament, but excitedly replaying and analyzing the conversation that you two shared earlier.

He messages Hange a million thank yous, and tells them all about what happened.

Hange: you should probs message her and confirm this hang out thing

Levi: Alright. But where should I suggest we go?

Hange: idk just meet her at the fountain plaza and wander town. i think that always works out the best =D

Levi: Okay

He switches to your chat, preparing to send the first ever message to it. But he hesitates for so long that his anxiety feeds his doubts, plumping them up so much that they block him from typing.

He goes back to his and Hange's chat.

Levi: I'm too nervous

Hange: adorable

Hange: don't think, just type and send

Hange: she's only a person yk

Levi: Okay.

With that, Levi composes a very short (and Levi-esque) message, hesitating only briefly before tapping the send button.

At the other end, there's you, snuggling your blanket almost falling asleep until Levi's message alerts you, shaking your brain awake.

With excited hands, you slide your phone off the bedside table and into your grip.

The phone screen glares at you, your eyes adjusting and reading;

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it, and there reads his message;

Levi: Hi, it's Levi. Barista boy from today. Thank you for talking with me, it meant a lot. Maybe tomorrow if you're free we can hang out? I was thinking we could meet at the fountain plaza? It's okay if you change your mind.

While he's sinking into bed, nervously anticipating a response from you, his phone vibrates. He jumps and plucks his phone from the bedside table with humorous speed.

You: hey Vi!! yes ofc, i'd love to meet up tomorrow. fountain plaza sounds good, see you at 4pm-ish? :)

If his heart could sing, it would be singing a whole orchestral composition.

Vi.

He kept thinking about that.

It was just a little nickname that came off of the top of your head, but it meant a great deal to him, since no one has ever nicknamed him. In fact, he's openly declared his hatred for nicknames to just about everyone now.

Of course, this would later lead to the running joke in your relationship;

"Stop the Vi thing. It's Levi."

"Okay, sorry Le-Vi."

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