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LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - LEWD MISSIONS AND LUSTFUL DESIRES [AOT AU]

[PART THREE TO THE REALM'S DIAMOND SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 3,433.

RATING - 18+. [slight SA not from love interests, kissing, fingering and F/M sex oh and levi being slightly submissive].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader]. comments, liking, following and reblogging would be appreciated!

SUMMARY - y/n has a mission to court the man she desires and she is wilful to complete it.

If someone from the future had told you that there would be a moment you’d drop into a mound of depression, you’d laugh at them and tell them that they are a liar. You were the happiest girl in the world, why? You had belonged to the wealthiest family in the du Aurous country, veritably, you’d be exaggerating if you had told them that you were the happiest girl, but, there had never been moments when you had felt the dreary slate of emotions you had felt currently.

Currently, you had been pampered and readied by your ladies, you already knew you were treated like a doll by them, usually by your marionette and model looks and your pin-up body and your curly and fluffy-hair, yet, this time, you had felt like you were a rag-doll.

Today you were going out for a walk, you were meeting up with an individual from the Sinclair family, their family were coming over for dinner and were a very admirable lot. They lived over at an island called the Sinclair Port, a good trading area and was also known for its fort.

During the First Great War, the Sinclair Port had given soldiers from Oscaar and du Aurous a place to camp and rest. Thus, today you’d be given the pleasure to be around Lady Jane Sinclair, you shared the same age and you had thought her to be very kind and beautiful.

One of your ladies, Mary, had placed a worried hand against your shoulder, it had shaken you to look into the mirror you stood in front and lock eyes with your lady Mary through the reflection. “Are you okay?” Mary curiously inquired and stiffly you had smiled at her.

“I’m fine,” you kindly responded, aware that your ladies were finished preparing you for the day, thus, it had caused your women to guide you out of your room and take you outside to meet with the Sinclair lady.

She had stood on the bricked floor territory outside of the van Richesse manor, an umbrella in her hand to shield her from the sun that had blazed hellishly today. Thankful of your ladies who had dressed you in light coloured clothing for this walk, you had bid your ladies a goodbye ere you had made your way to Lady Jane.

“The Realm’s Diamond,” Lady Jane greeted and drastically you had fanned your hand against your face, Jane giggled in response and gently curtsied in front of you, with humour.

“Lady Jane,” you softly curtsied before you helped yourself get under her umbrella, the two of you had then shared a comfortable conversation, Lady Jane had shared her wish of how she had wanted to be in this year’s Annual Ball due to the amount of gossip she had heard from supplementary guests who had been at the event.

Awkwardly, you had felt a ball form in your throat, but you had attempted so hard to avoid yourself from stuttering. “It must feel good having almost every man at your feet.”

Unmoved, you had raised the both of your eyes, “some of them are disgusting,” you muttered and Jane had laughed at your forward comment. She saw the way you had tilted your head, as if you had wanted to say something else, so gently, she had nudged you and encouraged you to say what you had wanted.

“But?” Jane curiously pronounced.

Caught red-handed, you had sighed and clasped your hands together. “But, there’s one suitor who isn’t a suitor, or doesn’t want to be.”

“Levi Ackerman?” Jane guessed her face mischievous to hear your stumbled response.

Muzzled, you had blushed at Jane’s successful attempt to guess. “How did you know?” You asked and dramatically, Jane rolled her eyes.

“Many people spoke about the dance you shared with him,” Jane replied and faux-surprised, you had raised your eyebrows, you had then linked hand around the upper right arm of Lady Jane and continued to walk down the town.

By the moment you had arrived to dinner you had briskly observed the majority of your guests were your suitors, you hadn’t been shocked that your mother had something like this up her sleeve, thus, instead you had amiably greeted all of them.

You had sat down on a seat close to Lady Jane who had sat opposite you but two chairs away, the dinner had gone well, and you had felt your depression be successfully lifted off your shoulders.

“Sorry we’re late,” a cool tone appeared, the two doors that displayed the dining room had opened and there strolled in Levi Ackerman with his uncle Kenny, the voice had seemed different, so you were aware that it hadn’t come from the shorter man.

“It’s okay,” your father smiled, as he ushered the two of them to sit close to him, their seats were not far away from yours, they were close enough, suitably two arms reach. Truthfully, you had felt a twist of excitement when you saw Levi come in, chiefly when the two of you shared short looks, but you were a Lady, so you had to keep in your excitement.

Though, it had seemed a guest from the table had noticed the brief look you had shared with the Ackerman, the moment you heard a short giggle from Jane you quickly turned to look her way. “The pressure you must be feeling for being the Realm’s Diamond,” Kenny brought up and smally you had smiled at what he had said, you had been in the middle of cutting into your food and you hadn’t realised how fast you had used your cutlery.

“Yes, I’m not going to say it’s a coincidence that all men here are my suitors,” you briefly joked and you could hear the mumble of laughter leave some of the men’s mouth.

Kenny raised his eyebrows, slightly amused. “Yes, aside from your father and I, and Levi.”

“Hm?” You hummed as you could feel the laughter in the room drop. “Well, how comes you two are here anyways?”

“We have business with your father,” Levi answered and you had watched him awkwardly sit up on the seat he was on and if you were blind, you wouldn’t have noticed the familiar glances Jane and Levi shared with one another, yet, you had dismissed it just as another person burst through the doors, their wild entrance had startled everyone yet their stunned reaction had died down once they realised it was Sir. Argent.

He had breathed heavily the second he had arrived to the destination of the dinning room as he babbled unintelligent sentences as he made his way to his seat. Humoured, you had shared a look with Lady Jane who had tried her best to keep in her laughter.

“Welcome, Sir. Argent,” your mother kindly welcomed, and truthfully, you would want to have a talk with your mother to not allow late guests but that would mean you wouldn’t see Levi anymore, unless he began to come to places on time. Sir. Argent and Mrs. van Richesse commenced a small gentle conversation ere your mother had encouraged you to speak to the unprepared man, the moment she had offered your time with him, you quickly pulled a face.

“Thank you for coming Sir, Argent,” you blinked, furthermore, watchful, Levi studied the afflictive and thorny expression you had on the moment you had to speak to the man, dully, you had smiled and curved your vision to your unfinished food.

The dinner had continued and everyone had spoken to each other except you, you didn’t want your depressive wave to return but to see the man who had threatened you strictly yesterday had stomped on the rainbow of content you had previously.

In fact, your mind hadn’t been concentrated with what had been going on. Yu had moved, shortly spoke and listened, but your mind wasn’t there. Currently, you had been tasked to show the manor to your suitors and right now you had been with Sir. Argent, he talked your ear off, while you had pretended to listen to what he had to say.

Your hands were clasped behind your back and your nose slightly pointed upwards, you had walked by Levi and Kenny who had then benevolently greeted you and Sir. Argent who had brushed his arm against yours once he saw the attractive men come into view. The second you were away from the Ackermans you could feel Sir. Argent’s fingers brush against your knuckles.

“Do you remember the deal I had told you yesterday?” Sir. Argent inquired and stiffly you had nodded your head.

You had faked your smile and curved your head into his direction. “How can I forget? You’re being generous with the time you’re giving me.”

“Ah,” Sir Argent happily nodded his head.

“I’ll speak to my mother and father about your marriage proposal,” you informed him and quickly, the man placed his hand below your back, surprised your shoulders had tensed to how low his hand slid down your body and silently you had wished for someone to intrude your conversation, and it was like your Guardian Angel had finally listened to you.

Sir. Erwin Smith had smoothly walked towards the two of you, his figure tall and expression kind, he had held his hand against his chest when he silently greeted the both of you. “May I take Lady van Richesse from you?” Erwin gently questioned and with the look behind his eyes, it had seemed like the Smith man truthfully didn’t require Sir. Argent’s permission anyhow. Moreover, he had showed it when he had taken your hand and guided you away from the insolent man.

“Thank you for saving me from the piteous man,” you thankfully mumbled and softly the blond man laughed at your relief.

He had then winked at you, “I’m here to be your Guardian Angel, and suitor.”

Thankful, you had placed your hand against his arm before you returned both of your paws into a clasped state. “Do you know he’s here for you?” Sir. Erwin knowingly questioned and confound, you had looked up at the tall man, your eyes wide with perplex as they had silently encouraged him to tell you who he had meant. “Levi.”

Confused you turned your sight to the floor. “I thought he was here because of the business he has with my father, like yesterday,” you replied, yet, it wasn’t like you were upset, you had verily liked the idea of him making up lies to see you.

“His uncle Kenny, has business with your father,” Erwin corrected, “just as he did yesterday, Levi just comes along to see you.”

Satisfied, you hid your smile, you clasped your hand together, as you hoped Levi’s somewhat romantic feelings towards you could push him to become one of your suitors. “How do you feel about it? Sir Smith?” You curiously questioned as you looked up at him, a commodity had glinted in his eyes as if he had known you liked the news, he had brought you.

“I’m not threatened, since Levi is not a suitor, if he were then, that’s when there would’ve been a problem,” Erwin joked and thus you laughed along with him before the two of you drowned into a sea-depth conversation.

Currently, you had spoken with Jean, he had actually gifted you some wine his family had created, the Kirstein man had informed you that his family are in attempt to make more businesses for themselves, and honestly, you had liked the liquid they had assembled, grateful that the Kirstein family had actually gifted you more than one.

“It’s refreshing to see your face,” you kindly spoke ere you pressed the curved tip of the cup against your lips, the wine surely had some impact, though, you were still aware of everything, the alcohol had just made you amused at everything.

“Being with you makes my entire day,” Jean gently responded, you had observed the wine had affected him as well, his eyes had seemed sleepy, but his sleepiness had appeared more lustful.

“Having wine without me?” Jane chirped and kindly you had offered your cup to her which she had happily took, “thank you.”

Gently, you smiled at the Sinclair woman before you had turned to face Jean. “Sir. Kirstein, meet Lady Jane, Lady Jane meet Sir. Kirstein,” you briefly introduced and kindly Jane had curtsied in front of Jean who had amiably beckoned his head at the introduction, truthfully, Jean hadn’t seem too interested in the conversation but the alcohol would make him speak to the Sinclair heir, you had used the introduction to seek out Levi who seemed to be walking on his own, his uncle Kenny must’ve been with your father.

“I’ll be coming right back,” you happily quavered before you had glided towards the dark-haired man who appeared to be patrolling the van Richesse manor. Surprised, Levi looked your way but hastily he had returned to his calmness. “I haven’t gotten the chance to speak to you,” you truthfully sounded out and with the raise of both of his eyebrows, Levi had agreed.

“The two of us can go to a more private place,” you blandly offered and with the smug look on the Ackerman’s face you had grabbed onto his right wrist and mildly dragged him along.

“You’re eager to take me to a private place,” Levi dryly mocked and when you twisted your neck to look at him, you gave him a look that sent him into a quick and gentle chuckle.

Just as you made it near your quarters, you had pulled your arms behind your back, your hand wrapped around your wrist while you carefully examined the man in front of you. “You seemed interested in the conversation you had with Sir. Argent,” Levi mentioned and immediately you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Don’t play with me,” you curtly muttered and amused, Levi held back a smile. “I was not interested with what he had to say to me, because it was all about marriage.”

“Well, you’re the Realm’s Diamond,” the Ackerman reminded and with a limited annoyance, you had nodded your head at the reminder, sometimes you wished you weren’t such a prized trophy, maybe that would’ve made Sir. Argent leave you alone. “The entire realm wants to be my suitor, aside from you.”

Humoured, Levi arched his right eyebrow. “Are you dying for me to be your suitor?” Levi wittingly questioned and once more, you had sent him vicious eye darts.

As much as he was the stoic man, he couldn’t help himself but laugh at the expression she had on her face. “Well,” you had then clasped your hands, “it’s not like you came to the dinner to see me. You have business with my father but it seems like your uncle Kenny is the one actually having the meetings.”

Caught red-handed, Levi quickly glanced at you, and with the upper-hand, you had walked towards him, your body pressed against his. “I know that you’ve been coming over to see me, using meetings with my father as an excuse to come here, I wonder how many times you had pestered Kenny to have a meeting with my father so you can take a good look at me,” you sublimely whispered and gently, you had raised your fingers against his collars, using your gentle strength to pull him in closer.

“You caught me,” Levi muttered, “so what are you going to do about it?” He ideally challenged and as a response, you had pulled him into a kiss, vehement, Levi had kissed you back, his lustful embrace fierce and stormy.

Slowly, you had led him into your room, blindly aware of your surroundings that you hadn’t had to pull away from him to be knowledgeable of where you were, but the moment you had entered the room, you had pulled back from him, your hands tight around his clothing.

“Become my suitor,” you whispered and kissed him once more, thoughtful about the entire situation, Levi had led you to your bed, his hands had worked to pull down your undergarment, eager to touch the pearl between your legs.

Apprised that you were damp and drenched, the man used his two right fingers to swirl his digits around your clit and shakingly you had moaned against his lips, his body had hovered above yours, your back comfortably against your cot as Levi had passionately worked his fingers against your pussy.

“Fuck,” he whined at your warmth, his fingers having a mind of its own as it desperately slipped inside of you, quickly, you had gasped at the wild entrance, your hips had rolled in sync with his fingers that had moved inside you.

Your eyes tight shut as you held onto his coat jacket which you had then helped peel off his body. You had whimpered against his lips as you had felt your body tingle against his touch, unconsciously you had begun to hungrily hump for your climax, your movements animal-like; the kiss you had shared with Levi transformed into a moment of heaviness as you had felt his body press against yours, your body had twitched during the moment of its climatic intoxication and there it was, the orgasm you had wildly chased against his fingers.

Eventually, you had shuddered and leaned back as you had watched Levi gravely pull down his trousers which had then revealed his thick and girthy cock that had heaved out, the tip of his cock red and keen to your warmth, as a consequence, Levi had hovered over you again, his kisses against your lips hungrier and intense as he had pushed his shaft into your body.

Intoxicated, you had moaned at his meatiness, your legs wrapped around his waist as he began his strokes slowly, you had felt yourself stretch, surprised that his size was indefinitely abundant. Lewd, you had bit down on your bottom lips as you had felt the man pick up the pace, his face in the crook of your neck as he began to thrust his hips forward, the sac of his cock which had loudly slapped against your buttocks had been swollen, desperate to unleash its load.

Stubborn, you had rolled on top of him, his cock still big inside you, adamant to ride him, you had your hand pressed against his chest, your eyes lustful as you had begun to slowly bounce against him, your hips had rolled forwards in pleasure as you had taken it upon yourself to continue to ridge against the man as if you were a lioness in heat.

Vulgar you had pulled your face down to him while the largeness of his hand had slid up to your buttocks, without shame he had given them a pleasant squeeze as he allowed you to fuck his cock like the beast you were, he had observed how you had pulled off the rest of your garments to expose the plumpness of your breast and the view of the rest of your body had caused the man to shakingly moan.

The way his eyes became small in submission to your lustful ambition, he had then wrapped his muscled arms around your waist and took it upon himself to hump his hips upwards. “[Y/N!” Levi had moaned out, his eyes closed as the two of you had actively fucked each other, promptly, you had wrapped your hands around your breast and massaged them to stimulate yourself more.

“Right there Levi!” You cravingly cried out, your voice high as you had felt the tip of his cock continuously hit the good area of your cunt, ardently, your pussy had squeezed around him, longing to climax around him but dogged, you had kept it away from unleashing.

Gently you had shuddered as Levi had obsessively fucked his cock into your pussy, his girth wet in your folds and his emotions determined and wilful. “Be my suitor!” You cried out, you had lightly licked his ear, inflexible on your choice, “I can always be yours if you allow yourself to be mine,” you lustfully whimpered and drunken with crave, Levi whimpered at your warmth and wetness, your heat over-whelming for him he had resisted the urge to cry out.

“I’ll be yours! All yours!” He breathed out just as he unleashed his hot and thick semen inside you, and relieved you had eventually allowed yourself to climax around him, sapped, you had eventually fell against him, content with your successful assignment.

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A Hymn to Heracles

Heracles be my theme, waxing great in might, Born when Zeus mingled with fair-ankled Alcmene - Destined to scale Olympus, mortal though he was, Through his own sinews and the will of Cronus’ son. Man of endless toil - ox-eyed Lady Hera Wrought a heavy yoke, sore that Zeus had spurned Her marriage-bed to lie with one of flesh and blood. Through her crooked counsels, he became a slave To wretched Eurystheus, proud Mycenae’s lord. Muses, I invoke you - which of the twelve Labors Shall I make my song? The proud Nemean Lion, Strong in claw and fang, who nearly claimed his life (He stripped it of its skin, donned it as a trophy, And wore it ever after, a boast of battle-might)? The rain of bronze feathers from the Stymphalian flock, Splashing in the marshes about his sinking feet As he shook Athena’s rattle to drive them to the air? The warrior Geryon, three bodies in one man, Whom he slew in close battle, claiming his high-horned cattle There in the distant West, where the Sun sinks in Ocean? But never did Heracles come so close to doom As when he raised his hand against the Lernaean Hydra. Beast of nine heads, swirling as when wind Blows through a field of poppies, and each stalk bends low Until it scrapes the ground, then bounds up again, Brushing and twining its neighbor - so the Hydra’s necks Rising out of the murky waters of Lake Lerna. Arrows could not pierce the close-worked scaly hide - If a man hoped to kill it, he must draw his sword And come within range of its noxious green breath Born of venom coursing through its very blood. Heracles, fearless man, accompanied only By bold Iolaus, his blood-kin, brother’s son, Set off through the reeds to take the beast by surprise. But though eight heads were buried deep in slumber, One remained watchful - it hissed the hero’s coming, And in a flash the beast was all ablaze with rage. Undaunted, Alcmene’s son swung his sword in an arc And sliced a head clean off...but two grew in its place, Screeching hellishly and snapping at his flesh. Again he worked his blade; again a head was doubled - The mass of swirling scales grew thick as any forest. And that day would have spelled the end of his career Had not Athena hastened down from Mount Olympus And whispered in his ear a clever stratagem. He turned to Iolaus, cried out “Fetch me fire!” The boy was swift to heed. Snatching up a pine-brand, He stood beside the hero - waited for the signal. As soon as Heracles had lopped another head Clean from its moorings, youthful Iolaus Thrust the blazing brand right where blood was oozing And cauterized the wound, so that it could not sprout Another pair of jaws. With patience, man and stripling Singed every neck but one - for the Hydra’s central head Could not be killed by men, nor even by the gods. So the Fates decreed the night that dread Typhaon Sired the nine-headed Hydra on serpentine Echidna. What did he do then, the noble Heracles? He seized a boulder - such as ten men could not lift - And brought it crashing down upon the head, as when The Cyclopes swing their hammers within the fumes of Etna And anvils ring out loud under the fearsome impact. Buried in the mud, the beast could not rise; And Heracles, exulting, spoke winged words: “You’ll not go to waste, crippled though you are, For I shall dip my arrows in your venomous gore. And after, any foe who tastes my arrow-barb Will writhe in agony, no matter where he’s wounded - Seething with your sting, he’ll beg Zeus for death! I thank you twice over, monster: for this gift, And for the fame I’ve won by beating you today - It’s through such fame that I shall clamber to the stars.” Hail, lord Heracles - with Hebe at your side, You dwell amongst the gods, your mortal half consumed In Trachis’ blazing flames. To youths becoming men You lend your strength and courage. Defend me and my city, And I shall honor you with song’s unending fountain - Redoubling your glory, now and evermore.

Heracles and Iolaus battle the Hydra. Etruscan black-figure hydria, attr. to the Eagle Painter; ca. 525 BCE. Now in the Getty Villa, Malibu. Photo credit: Wolfgang Sauber/Wikimedia Commons.

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