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ushittyoldman · 3 years

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pretty pink rose

you hate eren and eren hates you— at least, you think he does.

pairing. eren x fem!reader

warnings. a whole lot of nasty smut like im talking some good ol’ car smut, thigh riding basically (minors, pls 4 the love of god do not interact), language, reference 2 drugs/drug usage (only weed but still), underage drinking, not rly a warning but this is a modern college au w 19 year old stoner manbun fuckboy eren mmmm

a/n. something ab eren in the last few ep got 2 me.... he’s so fucking hot and for WHAT so here u guys go! some nasty, shameless, self-indulgent eren smut (also eren is 100% a boob guy im not accepting any other answers sorry) sorry if this is Not Good i just had 2 let out some of my pent up eren h*rniness

“You’re annoying,” you had told him once.

“Yeah, well, you’re no walk in the park either, princess,” had been his sarcastic response.

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A deep voice called your name, and you turned around, bouncy hair swaying along with your movements.

“Hey there, pretty girl!” Jean playfully yelled, and the rest of your friends joined in to compliment you.

You smiled bashfully, playfully posing to display your outfit before blowing kisses to all of your friends. You were wearing a thin red dress, both casual and stylish for the night ahead. You were a bit annoyed at the fact that you had to pull the dress down every time it rode up with the slightest of movements, and you secretly hoped you didn’t flash anyone tonight. The dress did compliment your tits, displaying them in a teasing yet comfortable way, and that was reason enough for you to ignore the slight annoyance. You relished in the fact that this dress showed off your toned body, and you grew excited at the night ahead.

You were all currently at Sasha’s house, preparing to leave for the new club that had opened downtown. You typically weren’t one for nights out, as you preferred relaxing after your long week of classes and work, yet it had been way too long since your last club visit, and you had been itching to let loose. Your friends, noticing the brutal stress you had been under this past week in particular, took advantage of your restless state and planned a night out with the rest of your friend group.

“I swear to god, if Reiner doesn’t show up in the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna— yo, Reiner! What’s up man?”

You joined in the laughter at Connie’s embarrassment, and you moved to hug Reiner, who had just entered the house. He whistled playfully at the sight of you, and you shoved him with your hip.

“Looking good,” Reiner lowly mumbled with a smirk, your name slipping out of his lips.

“I could say the same to you!” You teasingly smiled, and he ran a hand through his long blonde hair, attempting to conceal his slight blush.

“Yeah, the goatee has that effect on the ladies,” he boasted, running his hands down his goatee teasingly and you rolled your eyes, shoving him with your hip again.

The room was bustling with excitement and activity, and you silently observed everyone, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Sasha, who had been standing next to you, began to talk loudly to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, listen up!” Sasha quickly threw a handful of potato chips in her mouth, before elaborating. “We’re all here now, and we’re taking Armin’s van, so if you’re not ready to roll out in, like, five minutes, we’re leaving you behind!”

Some people began to jokingly boo Sasha, and she ignored them, reminding everyone to pre-game as much as they wanted, since word got out that the club wouldn’t sell to minors. You swiftly made your way to the kitchen, itching for something to loosen yourself up for the night. You passed by Armin, who sent a quick apologetic smile towards you, and you briefly wondered why when your eyes met deep jade ones from across the room.

Understanding crossed your features, and you internally prepared yourself for the interaction.

“No use turning around now, is there, princess?” He sarcastically rasped.

Composing yourself briefly, you walked to the counter, pretending as if you hadn’t seen or heard Eren.

“A little too old for the silent treatment, don’t you think?”

You grimaced and turned around, leaning your body against the counter.

“Eren, hey!” You exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, blinking many times for dramatics, before your eyes grew half-lidded and your features dropped into a bored expression, “Happy?”

“Bursting with joy,” he mocked, an unamused look on his features.

You took the time to observe him subtly. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, though you didn’t really see much use for it since you could clearly see the indentations of his broad chest down to his stomach. You noticed a black leather jacket draped across his chair. His biceps flexed with every movement of his arms, and you forced yourself to avert your eyes from them.

God, you really needed to get laid.

His hair had been messily pulled back into his signature bun, and dark wisps fell over his forehead, framing his handsome face in a way that made you look twice. He was sitting at Sasha’s kitchen table, legs wide open and stretched out in front of him, as his arm rested on the table. His black pants only complimented his muscular thighs, and your eyes trailed up over his figure, before meeting his amused eyes again. You looked away quickly, attempting to hide your warming face.

Eren smirked.

“You checking me out?”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Jackass,” you venomously snapped, realizing how tightly wound you were already becoming.

“Woah, the claws are out already! Princess having a bad day or something?” Eren cooed mockingly, and you turned around, fully aware that you were falling into his trap, yet irritated enough to not care.

You especially hated when he called you “princess”.

“Did you ever think maybe I act like this because you’re just a shitty person?” You spat, not caring at all if you were being too harsh.

You loved your friend group, you really did, but you really really disliked Eren.

You noticed his eyes had darted down to your thigh, and you looked down only to see that your dress had ridden up considerably.

Pervert.

“Case in point,” you muttered lowly, eyebrows twitching in irritation.

You scoffed and adjusted it, before hastily looking around for a drink. Once your eyes landed on a shot glass, you filled it up with the closest bottle of Vodka, and threw your head back to drink it, internally cringing at the burn in your throat. You glanced back at Eren, who had now bent one of his legs closer to him. Eren had ignored your insult, smile widening at your attitude.

Silence fell in the kitchen, an odd contrast to the booming atmosphere in the living room. No matter how hard you tried, Eren’s presence was too heavy to ignore. Regardless, you took advantage of the few minutes of silence, as you grew lost in your thoughts, recalling the hard week you had endured. Suddenly feeling eyes on you, you snuck a quick glance at Eren’s large form, and you grew embarrassed upon noticing that he was already watching you.

He silently motioned with a tilt of his head to something on the table, catching your attention. Curiosity trumping your annoyance, you peered down at his hands, and noticed his fingers delicately rolling a joint.

“You wanna smoke?”

Normally, you would’ve immediately declined the invitation, especially since it was coming from Eren, yet your mouth moved before your mind could catch up.

“Yeah, I’m down.”

You hesitantly moved towards him, yet Eren seemed to sense your uncertainty. He shot you an inviting smile, and you faltered at the charm that radiated from him. He really was so handsome— it was a shame he was such an unbearable person.

He gently pushed the chair next to him, a silent invitation for you to sit, and you rolled your eyes, irritated once more.

“Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?”

He let out a breathy laugh, and for a fleeting second you forgot how unusual it was being somewhat civil with Eren. A strange feeling came across you at the pleasant sound.

You watched as he finished rolling the blunt, and he raised it towards you to lick the paper. You shot him a questioning glance, and he sent an encouraging nod. Too excited to experience a high and let loose for the first time in a while, you conceded and leaned forward, wetting your lips before sticking your tongue out and licking along the rolling paper that Eren held.

Your eyes rose and you glanced up at him as you continued to lick, and his intense green eyes unwaveringly held your own. Your breath hitched at the intensity of the moment, and you noticed Eren’s grasp on the joint grow tighter. You pulled away when you were finished, and his long ring-clad fingers resumed perfecting the joint.

He angled his head down slightly, pulling a red lighter out of his pocket. You rose a questioning eyebrow at Eren when he offered the joint to you.

“Ladies first,” he sweetly teased, before leaning in closer, “And here you said I wasn’t a gentleman.”

You were shocked into silence at the effortless charm he had. This was nothing like the Eren you had interacted with since college had started. You thought back to the snarky fuckboy you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with, and you internally grimaced.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the joint from his large hands and sticking it between your parted lips. Eren leaned closer, and the smell of his cologne wafted through the air.

You shivered.

His large hand cupped the joint, eyes furrowed intently on the task, before he used his other hand to flick the lighter and hold it to the other end. The two of you were in this position momentarily, and he leaned back in satisfaction once it was lit.

You inhaled and felt the ashy taste roll through your mouth before hitting the back of your throat. You held the puff in, before softly exhaling, relief washing over you slowly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the weed washing over you. You let out a soft moan.

Unbeknownst to you, Eren uncomfortably shifted.

You took one more hit, before passing it back to Eren, and he took the joint from you, leisurely taking his own two hits. Your soft hair splayed around you, as you tilted your head forward again, feeling both the weed and the alcohol take effect.

“God, I really needed that,” you softly mumbled, and Eren’s eyes shot up towards you, curiosity glimmering in them.

“Being a buzzkill can be tiring, I guess,” he responded, and you bit your inner cheek at the jab.

“Oh, not as tiring as being a fuckboy, I’d assume,” you bit back, surprising yourself— and him— with the lack of heat in your response.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You blamed it on the weed.

Your ears perked up as you heard that familiar breathy laughter, and you opened your eyes to see Eren lick his lips as he chuckled. You hated that you really liked the sound.

“No, but seriously— is it school?” He genuinely asked, passing the blunt to you again.

You were startled at the sincerity in his voice, and you blinked quickly. “Why do you care?”

You didn’t mean for it to come off as harsh as it did, but even intoxicated, you were aware of how weird it was for you and Eren to be sitting here, enjoying each other’s company for this long.

“I... I mean this is the most we’ve ever talked to each other, and... and I don’t like you,” you bluntly stated, before your eyes widened, and you reached over to rest a dainty hand on his muscular arm. “Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, but you, uh. We don’t like each other.”

And there he was smiling that boyish smile. You felt a strange feeling in your chest.

“Who said I don’t like you, baby?” He cooed, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes once again.

“Don’t call me that,” you halfheartedly mumbled, retracting your hand from his arm to play with your hair.

You conveniently ignored the heat that shot through you at the pet name.

You thought about it for a few more minutes, taking a hit, before exhaling softly and speaking.

“Yeah, it’s school. I have to start studying for my MCAT,” you softly confessed, “Pre-med is just really stressful, you know? Shit’s got me really drained... don't know if I have what it takes.”

Eren listened intently, his attention solely on you. He watched you take another hit, and he responded.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” his deep voice spoke your name, “I think you’ve got what it takes. Believe me, underneath that pretty head of yours is one massive fucking brain.”

You laughed bashfully, and Eren’s grin widened upon hearing the musical noise. You didn’t know Eren was even remotely aware of your academic achievements. A small sense of pride bubbled in your chest and you basked in it.

“No, but seriously,” he continued, “From what I’ve seen, you gotta let loose a little more. You’re gonna go batshit if you keep up this insane workload.”

“And your idea of letting loose is smoking weed with me in Sasha’s kitchen?” You incredulously laughed.

“Oh, absolutely,” he grinned, gently accepting the blunt from you, “But there are other ways you could let loose like, shit, I don’t know— when was the last time you fucked someone?”

Maybe it was the weed that made you so loose-lipped. Your face grew warm at the thought, and you dryly laughed.

“A year, I think?” You laughed in embarrassment again, before shyly adding, “It doesn’t really bug me anyway, my fingers do the job just fine.”

Eren stilled and his breath hitched, as he blinked a couple of times. He shifted again. You froze, and you felt your cheeks grow incredibly hot.

“I... I don’t know why I said that,” you hastily spoke, before throwing your head back and laughing loudly. You and Eren had been passing the blunt between yourselves, and you just noticed how small it had gotten.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for you, Princess Lightweight,” he said as he reached over to gently pry the blunt from your grasp. He quickly discarded it before turning his attention back to you.

Eren silently observed you, his heart racing after what you had just told him. He was already practically semi-hard after seeing you walk into the house, yet he didn’t think it could get any worse— until you two started talking. His green eyes danced around your figure, swallowing in the sight of you in a relaxed and playful mood. He had never seen you like this, and Eren reveled in the fact that your icy demeanor had disappeared for the first time around him. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed your plump lips form his name.

“Eren?”

“Yes, dear?” He teased, and you chose to forego your typical eye roll, instead snickering softly.

He liked your laugh.

“When was the last time you fucked someone?” You shyly asked, curiosity (and weed) overpowering your embarrassment at asking such a question.

You knew you were being too naïve, too hopeful, and too horny. Never would you have thought that you’d be sitting here, silently hoping Eren would read your mind and fuel your fantasies, but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him in the moment.

You finally understood just why he was the resident fuckboy.

You scooted your chair closer to him, choosing to face him directly. The jerky action caused your tits to bounce slightly, and a heat spread throughout your stomach when you saw Eren’s eyes shamelessly dart down to them, mesmerized by the movement. Your eyes felt heavy from the weed, yet you couldn’t believe how confident you felt.

Eren’s eyes glanced up from your chest, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He swallowed, leaning back in his chair, and spreading his legs even wider, draping his arm on the chair next to him.

“A week ago.”

You felt your little fantasy shatter, and your eyes widened at his response. Right, you thought to yourself, You said it yourself— he’s the resident fuckboy!

You didn’t mind a casual hookup, but sex did have some meaning to you, and you were glad your fantasy was quickly brought to an end. You were too smart to let yourself be the new addition to the long list of girls who’ve been played by Eren Jaeger.

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, attempting to conceal your disappointed tone. Suddenly you were itching for another shot.

Eren’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in your behavior, and he sat up straighter. “Hey, are you—”

“Hey, Eren! Come on, man, it’s time to—” Jean yelled in annoyance, before coming to a stop when he walked in the kitchen, “Oh, uh. Hey, guys.”

Everyone in the group had gotten used to yours and Eren’s immediate aversion to each other. While at first, it had been worrisome considering you were all a tightly-knit friend group, they all came to accept it— apart from a few snarky exchanges between you two here and there, you both kept it mostly civil for the sake of the group.

Jean was reeling from the too civil sight of you and Eren sitting so close together.

“Are you... are you guys, uh, good?” Jean slowly asked, when he narrowed his stare at Eren. “You behaving, Jaeger?”

Even slightly intoxicated, you could sense the silent threat in Jean’s voice. You sent an appreciative smile to the taller man.

“Yeah, man, we just smoked a blunt,” Eren casually responded, his focus still on you.

You nodded in agreement, standing up quickly to walk over to Jean. He had noticed your hazy red eyes along with Eren’s, so he smiled again— still a little unsettled at the sight of you two being so friendly— before gesturing to the front door.

“Well hurry it up before Sasha leaves you two behind!”

You all had made it outside, and you patiently stood in the cool air, as you waited for everyone to pile into the van. Eren was standing behind you, and you decided to completely ignore his presence (which was no easy feat, considering he was now wearing the leather jacket). You felt a bit uncomfortable, secretly regretting wearing such a short and thin dress— especially now that you were turned on. You felt goosebumps begin to form on your arms, and you wrapped your arms around yourself to warm yourself up a little, releasing a shaky breath.

You heard a rustling noise behind you, yet you decided to ignore it. You squeaked in surprise when a warm jacket was draped over your shoulders, and you turned around swiftly, only to be met with the sight of Eren in his tight white shirt. You looked down to confirm that he had wrapped his leather jacket around you.

Your half-lidded eyes widened slightly, and a soft blush had set into your face. “Wh—”

The jacket smelled so good, and you had to will yourself not to reach down and wrap it tighter around yourself. There was a faint smell of weed, yet his cologne, his enticing cologne, overpowered the smell, and you felt the heat pool in your lower stomach again.

“Don’t want you to freeze to death. Hypothermia is bad, right, Little Miss Pre-med?” He shot you that playful smile, and you stood dumbfounded.

You were once again stunned into silence at the effortless charm that radiated off of him. You couldn’t help but blink quickly as you began to push your arms through the sleeves of the large jacket, and you were amazed at the fact that it reached below your dress. Your cheeks grew warmer when you realized you liked it.

“Okay, bad news— there’s only one seat left,” Sasha interrupted, and you two turned around to face her.

Armin was driving, and Reiner sat up front with him, considering he was the largest of you ten. Jean, Mikasa, Marco, and Bertholdt squeezed together on the three seats in the middle, and Sasha had chosen to sit on Mikasa’s lap. You observed the varying levels of drunk that everyone was, yet the drunkest one by far was Connie, who was currently slumped over in one of the two seats in the third row. The last seat was the one next to him.

Realization set in, and you sent a silent thank you to God that you were sober enough to drive home. Though you were extremely disappointed, you attempted to cheer yourself up; spending your Friday night alone wouldn’t be too bad— maybe you could catch up on your chemistry notes. You began to fish for your keys in the pocket of your clutch, and failed to notice the movement around you.

“It’s okay, I’m good to drive home, so—”

You felt a sudden gentle grasp on your arm, before you were swiftly pulled into the third row of the van, and seated on something warm and comfortable. The doors to the van had shut, and everyone cheered at successfully being able to fit ten people in a Armin’s seven seater.

You, meanwhile, had gone rigid upon realizing that you were sitting in Eren’s lap. You sat still, your eyes widening significantly. You slowly turned your head to look at him, yet you were met with his shit-eating smirk. His cool eyes peered down into your own, and you blinked multiple times.

Even with you perched on his lap, Eren was still taller than you.

You glanced around, desperately hoping no one could see the clear embarrassment and discomfort radiating off of you, yet everyone seemed too excited for the night ahead. Animated chatter filled the air, and it turned into cheers and slurred singing when Reiner took the AUX to play music loud enough to give a club a run for its money. You glanced at Connie, who was slouched forward, resting his head on Mikasa and Sasha’s seat, talking to the two.

“Easy there, princess,” Eren suddenly leaned forward to whisper in your ear, and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your ear.

Not wanting to let Eren find out just how hot and bothered you were, you haughtily faced forward and adjusted your position so you were sitting comfortably. You made sure to intentionally whip your long hair in his face as you turned around.

Eren’s grin widened from behind you, and amusement danced in his eyes at the entertaining sight.

The club was thirty minutes away, and you internally groaned at the absurdly long amount of time you’d have to spend on Eren’s lap. Belatedly, you realized his hands were nowhere near you, one resting at his side on the seat, while the other was holding his head up as it rested on the cup holders towards the side.

Huh, you mused, So he's keeping his hands to himself.

It had been ten minutes, and the ride had been uneventful for the most part. You had joined in on the singing, though you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy as much due to how hyperaware you were of Eren. You snuck glances at him throughout the ride, silently admiring how handsome he looked staring out the window and basking in his high. The neon lights from the surrounding buildings and cars only served to highlight his perfectly straight and chiseled features.

You quickly looked away when his lips quirked up into an amused smile, despite him still continuing to stare out the window.

You attempted to shield yourself with your hair, mentally agreeing with yourself that you would not subject yourself to more embarrassment— you’ve already done plenty of damage and the night hadn’t even started.

Just then, Armin ran over a pothole, causing the van to jolt forward and backwards quickly. You let out an almost inaudible whimper when you felt your core rub up and down Eren’s thigh with the movement. Mortified, you froze and glanced around to see if any of your friends had noticed— they hadn’t. Armin yelled an apology over the music, and the lively atmosphere resumed. Eren hadn’t made any indication that he noticed, so you exhaled softly in relief.

You couldn’t deny the amount of heat that shot through you at the subtle movement. You briefly wondered if you’d be able to do it again without catching Eren’s attention. Blaming your risky actions on the weed and the alcohol again, you bit your lip softly and slowly rolled your hips against Eren’s thigh, attempting to play it off as you adjusting yourself. You paused, waiting for any sign that Eren had caught on, and you grinned to yourself when he didn’t change his position.

You continued your slow tenuous movements, your breathing growing slightly quicker at the feeling against of Eren’s muscular thigh against you. You felt yourself throb down there, and you pretended to adjust his leather jacket on you as you moved slightly faster. The heat that had pooled in your stomach began to grow hotter and hotter, when you suddenly felt his warm breath against your ear again.

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he cheekily whispered, though you noticed an uncharacteristic rasp to his voice.

You stopped immediately, mortification eating you alive, as the guilt began to replace the arousal you were just feeling. You attempted to turn around to apologize profusely, when you felt two large hands sneak underneath the jacket to grip your hips. Your mouth went dry.

“Don’t stop on my account, baby. Go ahead,” he encouraged, and you could clearly envision the smirk that you heard in his deep voice.

You hesitantly began to move again, yet you gasped when his hands moved your body quicker, a silent encouragement from Eren to go faster. Eventually, you took over again, rolling your hips faster against his thigh, and you let out a shaky breath at the intense heat that began pooling in your stomach again. It was only heightened when Eren adjusted the two of you so that your back was flush against his chest, and you were pressed into his hardening crotch as you sat perched on his thigh.

Eren angled his face to continue to subtly whisper into your ear, while smoothing the side of your face and your ear with his mouth.

“There’s a good girl,” he cooed, lips dragging across your jawline up to your ear, “Fuck. You're so fucking pretty.”

His praise lit a fire within you, and you began to move faster, as you rolled your head back to rest on his broad shoulder. You closed your eyes, attempting to stifle your soft moans. You were grateful for Eren’s jacket, as it created a sort of barrier to conceal your actions from the others.

Eren flexed his thigh by lifting up his ankle so that its weight rested on the tip of his foot, and you felt the coil within your stomach so close to snapping. He continued to whisper in your ear and kiss alongside your jaw, before nipping at your ear.

“Look at the mess you’re making on my thigh, baby. You and your pretty little tits,” he rasped, and he used his left hand to softly skim up your body underneath the jacket.

His large hand stopped to palm at your tit, and he let it bounce slightly, before groaning lowly in your ear at the sight, and continuing up until his hand rested on your throat, making sure not to apply any pressure. You began to pant heavily at the feeling of his hand around your throat, and you knew you were seconds away from a really fucking good orgasm.

Eren sent soft kisses down your jawline to your neck before he darted his tongue out to wet the spot that connected the two areas. He then began to softly kiss, suck, and nip at the area, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling. Eren shamelessly glanced down, mesmerized by the soft bouncing of your tits with every movement, before darting to the sheen slick that was on his thigh.

Your right arm quickly moved to wrap around Eren’s neck from behind you, and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, making sure not to undo his bun. He held in a groan at the feeling, and he urged you to move faster against his thigh. Eren noticed how far up your dress had ridden, and he moved the hand that had been resting on your hip to caress the soft skin of your thighs.

You were aware that if anyone turned around, they’d be met with the sight of you and Eren entangled within each other, yet you really didn’t care. You were enveloped in his alluring smell, all you could feel was his warm chest and arms, all you could hear was his deep groans and praises, all you could think was Eren.

Your orgasm was so close, you could feel yourself beginning to clench around nothing, and you rolled your hips harder against his thigh, your ass slightly making contact with his own clothed cock.

Eren noticed your approaching orgasm, and he began to encourage you again.

“Shit— come on, baby, cum all over my thighs. I’ve got you, come on.”

You let out a loud whimper at his dirty whispering, and you were right there when—

“We’re here!”

Loud cheers erupted within the van, and your movements came to a jerky stop when the lights throughout the van turned on with the opening of the doors. You noticed just how heavily you were panting, and you cringed in embarrassment at what you had just done.

Eren’s large hands were still gripping your hips.

You detangled your hand from his silky hair before shakily twisting your upper body around, and resting both your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. He gazed down at you with a lazy smirk on his face, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. You felt an indescribable warmth spread throughout your chest at the sight. You blinked quickly to distract yourself from your thoughts, and shame spread throughout your body.

“I... I’m so sorry, Eren, I uh— I don’t know wh—”

“Yo, you coming, Jaeger and— oh,” Reiner paused upon noticing the intimate position the two of you were in, though he was more shocked at the fact that it was you two. “Uh, you guys coming?”

You quickly looked around and noticed you were in the basement of a parking garage, and the van was suddenly empty. Your friends were all expectantly staring at you and Eren, with varying levels of surprise and amusement at the compromising position you two were in. You internally grimaced, and your hands shot down from his broad chest to rest in your lap. Before you could move, Eren’s hold on your hips tightened underneath the jacket, away from their view.

“Our little lightweight, here, isn’t feeling too well. I’ll stay with her and if she’s feeling better, we’ll come down and join you,” he smoothly spoke in a way that left no room for arguments from your friends.

He briefly looked down at you, and you paused as he tilted his head forward, as if he were silently asking for permission. You sent a subtle nod, mesmerized with the intensity of his bright eyes.

“Yeah,” you shakily agreed turning to your friends, though you noticed some of your friends were still slightly unconvinced. You sat up straighter, finally processing Eren’s teasing.

“Our little fuckboy, here,” you shot an annoyed glare at Eren as you mimicked him before turning to your friends again, “gave me some bad weed, but I think I just need to rest a little, and I’ll be fine!”

Eren’s grin only widened at your little jab.

Cute, he thought.

Bertholdt froze at the interaction and subtly turned to look at Jean, Reiner, and Connie, who all stood dumbstruck.

“Are they... flirting?” He asked incredulously.

“I think so?”

“What the fuck!”

“Reiner, pay up, man!”

Mikasa observed the two and turned to Armin upon her realization, only to be met with the sight of a tired Armin and a knowing look on his face. She offered a sympathetic smile, and Armin returned it with an appreciative one, before fishing his keys out of his pocket and handing it to Eren, signaling for the others to follow him and head to the club.

One by one, your friends offered encouraging words for you to get better before they left, and you felt slightly guilty that you were lying to them just to fuck Eren Jaeger. You were too lost in your thoughts to notice the threatening looks some of your friends had sent Eren, and the reassuring nod he had sent in response. The door slid shut, and the lights inside the van grew dim, as you realized you were now completely alone with Eren, and pressed into his hard crotch.

“Little fuckboy, huh?” Eren grinned, lifting the leg that you were perched on so that you toppled closer towards his broad chest.

Your hands automatically flew up to rest on his chest as you looked up at him, your blush darkening. You glared up at him playfully.

“You just graduated from the I-hate-you stage to the I-can-maybe-tolerate-you stage— do you really wanna ruin your progress?” You teased, biting on your tongue as you smiled.

A warmth erupted in Eren’s chest, and not for the first time that night, he chastised himself for seeking other girls’ companies out when you were always right there. He began to smile so widely and sincerely that you couldn’t help but mimic his contagious smile.

“And what if I say you’re at the can-I-take-you-out-on-a-date-soon stage?” He rasped, leaning in closer to you.

Your breath hitched, and the strange butterflies that hadn’t left your stomach went crazy. Your heart squeezed in a very unfamiliar feeling, and you blinked quickly before meeting his enchanting eyes again. You found it hard to believe that, not even an hour ago, you detested Eren.

“I’d say my answer depends on how hard you fuck me right now.”

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ushittyoldman · 3 years

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nobody’s fault but mine (pt. 2)

Levi wouldn’t really be Levi if he knew how to handle his intense feelings for you.

pairing. levi x fem!reader AND a little bit of jean x fem!reader (b/c once again i am a slut 4 jean too)

warnings. some fluff, language (b prepared for a lot of the f-bomb)

a/n. hi sorry 4 the long wait, life is a little hectic rn (it’s snowing n our power has been going out on n off for the past few days lmfao also school b lowkey kicking my ass) BUT i wanted 2 say thank u so so much 4 all ur feedback to part 1 it was so so so unexpected n sweet n flattering i literally still can’t wrap my head around it. i would rly appreciate some feedback 2 this one too since this is A LOT more levi n i actually adored writing him but i would luv 2 know what u guys think of my characterization of him (im a little nervy) but yes feedback is encouraged! this is kinda long but a lot happens so i rly hope u guys appreciate this n enjoy it bc it took me so long 2 write n rewrite it heheheh (side note 4 the sake of age n everything, all the 104th cadets r actually 18+ including our cute lil reader) also! pls continue 2 request more levi ok that’s it 4 now enjoy!

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

“Jean!”

The hushed voices stirred you out of the pleasant state of unconsciousness you had been in. A sharp pain shot through your head as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking quickly to adjust to the bright light. You flexed your fingers subtly as an attempt to gain awareness of yourself and your surroundings. Once you were comfortable, you slowly turned your head to your right and saw a scene you had grown painfully familiar with– Jean arguing with someone. The victim of the week was Armin, and you almost wanted to laugh at the quick back-and-forth between the two.

“Your bedside manner… sucks,” you managed to mumble. You cringed at the uncharacteristic hoarseness of your voice.

“There she is!” Jean exclaimed, shooting a victorious smirk at Armin, before fondly looking down at you, as he moved closer to your side.

You heard multiple gasps of your name, and you quickly turned your head to your left, before regretting it due to the sharp pang that followed in your head. Nevertheless, you mustered up as bright a smile as you could, looking at your friends who had all taken various positions throughout the room. Eren was the first to your bed, embracing you tightly.

“That was scary,” he softly mumbled your name, before pulling back, “Don’t do that again.”

The concern on his face startled you momentarily, and you couldn’t help but avert your eyes. You blinked quickly before looking up and shyly smiling at Eren.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

You then looked up at your fellow cadets, who stood surrounding your small bed in the infirmary. Your love for these people sat heavily in your chest, and you beamed up at them, before you realized you were in the infirmary.

“What happened?” you genuinely asked, your husky voice taking you by surprise again.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what happened!” Jean scowled, crossing his arms in anger, “That little bastard—”

“Jean, you can’t say that about the Captain!” Sasha chided, looking sideways in fear as if to emphasize her point.

“Captain, my ass!”

You attempted to stifle your giggling, yet your mood significantly dropped upon remembering Levi’s treatment towards you this past month. You tried to conceal your obviously bothered expression, but you felt a hand softly ruffle your hair. You looked up and smiled at Reiner.

“Don’t sweat it, kiddo, I’m sure he’ll tone down the punishments after this,” he reassured, obviously mistaking your dejection over your unreciprocated feelings for Levi for something else.

Appreciating the gesture, you continued to smile up at him while nodding softly. Reiner had a comforting presence, and you felt your mood brighten slightly.

“Fingers crossed,” you deadpanned, earning a soft laugh from Bertholdt, who had taken a seat at the foot of your bed.

Jean’s relentless bashing of the Captain continued, as Sasha, Connie, and Armin attempted to calm him down, warning him about the consequences they’d all have to face if word got back to Levi. Eren gritted his teeth in irritation, as he glared up at Jean, threatening to “knock him out if he didn’t shut up,” while Mikasa had silently moved around the chaos to rest her calloused hand on your own, silently squeezing as a gesture of comfort. You squeezed back.

“Look, all I’m saying is he obviously has it out for her. She’s a better soldier than all of us– even you, titan boy— and it’s still not good enough? I call bullshit!”

“I think he’s just trying to be a good teacher, I’m sure there’s a lot I can still improve on,” you justified, and all eyes turned to you.

“There’s not,” Mikasa bluntly stated, leaving no room for argument.

Your friends all agreed, and you scrunched your nose playfully to conceal the warmth that had spread throughout your body at their praise. You worked hard to get where you were– there was a satisfaction in knowing that all of your effort wasn’t going unacknowledged.

“Jean-boy’s right—”

“Bastard!”

“—Captain Levi has been unnecessarily cruel to her, and we’ve all noticed it!” Eren’s fists clenched in anger as he ignored Jean’s yelling.

“But the Captain isn’t the type to hold grudges or act impulsively, so I think there’s something deeper to it,” Armin reasoned, apologetically glancing at you in case his words offended you.

You nodded softly, not wanting to worsen your headache; however, it didn’t really matter when Jean’s painfully loud voice retaliated almost immediately.

“He overworked her to the point of her passing out from exhaustion and severe dehydration!” His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and his sandy brown hair bounced with his every move.

You winced from the pain in your head, and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Reiner, who glanced at you from where he stood.

“Jean— inside voice, yeah?” Reiner softly spoke, subtly tilting his head down towards you. Jean’s gaze softened and concern replaced the anger on his contorted features, as he apologized to you.

“Yeah, seriously, what are you getting so worked up for?” Connie innocently asked, before a knowing look crossed his features. He turned to his partner-in-crime, and the two donned shit-eating grins as they turned back to Jean.

“Right, that’s why.”

Bertholdt, whose lanky body had been horizontally lying across the bed comfortably, sat up onto his elbows and cluelessly asked, “What’s why?”

Sasha’s smile widened, and she crossed her arms, mimicking Connie’s knowing smirk. “It’s because Jean-boy, here, is sweet on our dear little—”

“Would you shut up!” Jean yelled louder than before, fists shaking in anger. His face was flushed an impossible shade of red, and you would’ve joined in on the laughter, had your head not exploded from the pain.

You were fully aware of the incessant teasing Jean received regarding his relationship with you, and you would honestly be lying if you said you didn’t get a kick out of it as well. Deciding to spare your friend today, you sent a good-natured smile to him, hoping that would be enough to quell his frustration.

Had you not turned to converse with Eren, you wouldn’t have missed Jean’s dazed smile.

While talking to Eren, your mind briefly drifted to Levi and the situation that was weighing heavily on you. You didn’t want to believe that the Captain hated you– you desperately grasped onto your excuse that he was simply a harsh teacher. And yet, you knew there was something more to it.

In a panic-driven moment, you momentarily wondered if he had somehow found out about your feelings for him. You remembered him telling you about his upbringing— you knew better than most that Levi and confessions of love did not go together... at all. Before you could further dig yourself deeper into the pitiful hole you had been in the past month, a painfully familiar voice broke through your intrusive thoughts.

“You know how loud you are? This isn’t a damn daycare.”

“Sir!”

All conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt. You couldn’t help but grow amused at the sight of Eren and Bertholdt scrambling off your bed to stand and salute their superior. Your small smile was wiped off your face when your eyes met stormy grey ones. You quickly looked down, before inhaling quickly and swiftly pulling your bedsheets back. You attempted to muster as much strength as you could, ignoring the multiple eyes on you. You gracefully stood up from the bed, and turned to Levi, managing the salute as well. You slowly looked up at him.

“Sir,” you shakily mumbled, internally cringing once again at the uncharacteristic rasp to your voice.

You received proud looks of admiration from your friends, though Jean’s remained more concerned than proud. Idiot! he thought to himself. We know you’re strong, now’s not the time to prove it!

Levi, meanwhile, had tried his very best to suppress the guilt that had been eating away at him for the past day; however, it had only worsened when he saw you and heard your weak voice. Upon making eye contact with you, he almost wanted to fall to his knees and apologize profusely for everything he had put you through, audience be damned.

Levi had spent the better half of the day pacing around your room in the infirmary wing of the Scout Regiment’s base, lost deeply in his thoughts, as his concern for you weighed heavily in his heart. After a few more hours of pacing, he had finally come to the conclusion that he was an idiot (a grade A, unique brand of idiot all in a league of his very own), and that he was in love with you.

Where the first realization annoyed him to high heaven, the second one brought him a sense of peace that was only heightened every time he had looked at your unconscious form.

Levi, uncomfortable with the amount of self-actualizing he had done that day, had left the room after softly caressing your cheek, hoping to convey all of his guilt and apologies and love into the simple gesture. Once he was away from the infirmary wing of the base, he inhaled deeply, itching for the comfort of a cup of warm tea. On his way to the mess hall, he had passed by your friends from the 104th, all undoubtedly on their way to see you. Levi’s eyebrow had slightly risen upon noticing the varying looks of defiance and anger on each of their faces. He had remained unfazed, his half-lidded eyes looking away, as if he hadn’t even seen them at all.

Somehow, it was harder to face them now with you standing amongst them.

His face retained its usual impassive and bored expression, yet it momentarily faltered when he noticed you slightly stumble from where you were standing next to the hospital bed. Levi’s heartbeat quickened, and he made a subtle move to rush over to you to catch you for the second time that day, but Jean was quicker. The taller man had been keeping a watchful eye on you, and had quickly dropped his salute to stand behind you and steady your slightly uncoordinated form. You comfortably relaxed backwards into his arms as you sent a grateful smile up at him, and he softly smiled back in response, leading you back to the bed.

Levi was both relieved and a little fucking pissed off.

“Visiting hours are over— I need to talk to the brat,” he lazily said, authority ringing loudly and clearly in his command.

For the first time in all his years of captaining the scouts, there was a quick hesitation after his command.

Levi raised an unamused eyebrow at each of the cadets, silently challenging them to disobey him. Despite his threatening aura, he wouldn’t blame any of your friends if they were to defy Levi. The Captain deserved it for his treatment of you— he’d take it like a man.

Your eyes widened in surprise when your friends subtly glanced at you, silently asking if it was okay to leave you alone with him. Upon hearing Levi’s request to talk to you, your heart had begun to uncontrollably race and you swore you could feel it in your throat. You were disappointed in yourself for growing excited at finally being able to talk to him.

Blinking quickly, your cheeks grew hot under everyone’s gazes, so you reassuringly smiled at your eight friends, and you once again felt the genuine love you had for them erupt within your heart.

Ever the peacemaker of the group, Armin signaled for the rest to follow him out of the room, and they each uncertainly walked behind him. Mikasa squeezed your hand once more before following closely behind Eren, who sent you an encouraging smile. Bertholdt subtly sent a thumbs up to you, while Reiner winked at you as he looked over his broad shoulder. Your smile widened; however, it faltered when your eyes met Jean’s. His irritated expression worried you, yet before you could respond, he turned away and walked past Levi.

Levi had to give it to Jean— not many people had the balls to openly glare at the Captain.

Once everyone was gone, the tension within the room increased tenfold. You looked at Levi, and you bit your lip in contemplation, anticipating what he would say. Many thoughts rang through your head.

Was it another punishment? Was he going to yell at me? Did he find out about my fee–

“How do you feel?”

You almost had to pinch yourself. After one month of barely any interactions with your friend— if you were still even allowed to call him that— you realized how starved you were for pleasant conversation with Levi.

“I’ve been better,” you breathed out, still cautious. “How… how do you feel?”

Even after such an unpleasant experience, your unwavering kindness shone just as brightly. Levi’s heart ached so sweetly, and he internally groaned upon realizing how fucking whipped he was.

He silently stepped forward, pulling a seat to the side of your bed. Once he was seated, Levi looked into your eyes, and you felt your breath hitch at the intensity of the swirl of emotions dancing within his normally cold eyes. He exhaled softly.

You noticed how tired he looked.

“Just peachy.”

There was a pregnant pause, and you came to realize that there was just too much you wanted to say to him, and you didn’t know where to start. Your soft eyes held his sharp gaze.

“You scared the shit out of me, brat.”

Your heart involuntarily skipped a beat, and your eyes widened in response.

“I did?” you internally slapped yourself at your stupid response.

“Yeah. You did.”

“Sorry, sir,” you softly mumbled.

“Levi… just Levi.”

The Levi in front of you was a completely different man from the one who you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with over the past month. You thought back to your friends and their anger at your mistreatment, and you thought of the many unfair punishments, cold shoulder treatments, and overworking during training (despite you being second only to Humanity’s Strongest, himself). Slowly, your incredulity at being treated like a lapdog began to dim and was replaced by your growing indignation. Though you were no stranger to standing up for yourself, you still felt your anxiety skyrocket as you looked back up at your superior.

“Do you hate me, Captain? Did I… did I do something?”

And there it was.

Levi knew the question would come up at some point, and yet he still felt ill-prepared in his response. He knew this was a big step for you— in the whole year that he’s gotten to know you, he learned how much you hated confrontation. You blatantly ignoring his request and choosing to address him by his title caught his attention, and he frowned. When he looked into your slightly watery eyes, a warmth spread throughout his chest, and he had to clear his throat.

“Don’t say shit like that, you haven’t done anything.”

Levi wanted to punch himself— he was never good with words.

You, however, weren’t fazed by the manner in which he spoke. You had fallen for the man, harsh words and all.

“Then why have you—” you paused as you momentarily lost your voice.

Levi thought it was cute (to be fair, he found everything about you endearing), yet he knew it would be inappropriate to openly admire you when you were so clearly upset with him.

“Sorry,” you grew embarrassed and licked your lips, “It’s just… well, why have you been ignoring me? And— and yelling at me? We stopped drinking tea together, and practicing in the forests. You don’t even acknowledge me when I talk to you! I’m sure you have a really good reason, sir, but I just—”

Levi detested the sick feeling of guilt that churned within his heart. In hindsight, he really should’ve thought it through before he began his little plan of distancing himself from you. How else was he supposed to tell you oh, everyone in the fucking Scout Regiment wants you, and so do I, but I haven’t done anything about it because I’m a pussy, so I just decided to take it out on you and wallow in my own self-pity like the sad little man I am, without sounding like he was deranged.

“—I just miss you.”

Levi’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and his breath hitched. This time it was the sincerity in your eyes that made him look away quickly.

“I…”

I’ve missed you too, dammit.

At his lack of a response, your eyebrows furrowed, and your irritation grew. Your small hands balled the soft bedsheet, and you swallowed to soften the burn in your throat before speaking.

“Why did you even come here?” you scoffed indignantly, attempting to mask your hurt, “Was it to just to yell at me some more? Oh, I know! Maybe I need to run through training ten more times again, right?”

The guilt churned even more in his chest, and Levi seriously wanted to punch himself. He willed himself to say something— anything— but he felt speechless in front of you.

“Levi,” you hoarsely spoke with desperation, and he looked into your watery eyes. “Say something, please.”

It was as if you had read his mind, and a slight feeling of reassurance quelled the storm in his heart; you really were the only one for him. As he met your eyes— your beautiful, enchanting eyes— he felt his self-hatred skyrocket at the amount of hurt in them. He had grown used to seeing them filled with humor, kindness, and a soft edge that was rare to find nowadays. Yet seeing them filled with such pain and hurt was unsettling, and Levi went mute for the fifth time that day.

You nodded in understanding when he failed to say anything, and your heart clenched. Jean had been right— you were nothing more than a lovesick puppy. You blinked quickly as a poor attempt to conceal your tears, yet nothing ever escaped the Captain’s attention.

His gaze softened, and Levi found out something else about himself— he really didn’t like seeing you cry.

“Shit, please don’t cry,” he tenderly mumbled, as he leaned closer to you and gently cupped your face to wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumb.

Your breath hitched and your full lips involuntarily parted. You relished in the warmth of his touch, and you wanted nothing more than to lean into his comforting hand. Your name fell from his lips, and you felt yourself come back to reality. Remembering just how you had gotten into this situation, you decided to stand your ground. Despite everything in your body begging to give in and accept this moment with the Captain, you stood unwavering in your decision.

You gently grabbed his large hand with both your hands, and moved it away from your face and into your lap. You held it there loosely and delicately rubbed your fingers over his hand soothingly before eventually stopping, and looking back up at him.

His usual bored expression was long gone, and in its place was a very tender and vulnerable expression. A storm was brewing in his grey eyes, and you distantly remembered stargazing once with him. You had desperately wished you could read his thoughts— somehow, you had found his daunting eyes more fascinating than the starry sky. You felt an ache in your heart at the intimate memories, and you really really wished Levi loved you the way you love him.

“You know what, Levi? It doesn’t even matter if you hate me, because—” you inhaled sharply.

This has to be done, you reassured yourself, or else you’d be subjecting yourself to an onslaught of hurt and heartbreak.

“—Because I hate you.”

Your lip quivered and your broken voice faltered. And of course, Levi noticed.

His eyes darted down to your lips at the slight movement. His hands had stilled, and he decided that getting eaten by a damn titan would be much less painful than this.

And then he’s looking at you. You looked back at him, yet he’s looking at you— through you— in that way that makes you want to hide and hold your ground at the same time.

“Right,” Levi drawled, and you knew he didn’t believe you (hell, you were unconvinced yourself). His eyes reverted back to their cold nature, and he ran a hand through his hair, allowing the silky strands to softly land against his forehead.

He stood up, and wordlessly gave you a onceover. Under his scrutiny, you felt yourself grow insecure, but deep down you desperately hoped he’d stay. You bit your bottom lip in apprehension, and Levi’s eyes softened at the sight of your nervous habit.

How is it that he could kill titans all the livelong day yet when it came to this sweet girl, so small and disarming, he couldn’t even utter a single word?

Levi had never felt more pathetic. He peered down at you, momentarily debating whether it would be right for him to attempt one last thing before finally deciding fuck it, and gently cupping your cheek for the third time that day, bending down, and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He gingerly inhaled your enticing scent, appreciating how even after the hell he had put you through, you still smelled so alluring.

You were positive that Levi could hear your heartbeat. You blinked many times in disbelief, as he pulled away and sent one last lingering gaze down at you.

Levi slightly smirked at the pretty blush that had colored your cheeks, his half-lidded eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of you sitting up in your bed and gaping up at him, your cheeks flushed and wet with the remnants of your tears. He turned around and silently left the room.

He had ignored every part of his body that begged him to stay.

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“Shut up, I can barely hear them!”

“Ow— Bertholdt, you’re stepping on my foot!”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Watch it, horse face!”

“Eren.”

“You piece of shit, I’m—”

The piece of bread that had been tightly held in Sasha’s grip suddenly fell to the floor. Everyone went silent.

“Holy shit, I think… I think he just kissed her.”

Jean really hoped Sasha was wrong.

He decided to ignore the fact that her freakishly good hearing bordered on supernatural, so there was really no way she could’ve been wrong with a mere wooden door standing between her and the conversation.

“I knew there was something going on between them! Reiner— pay up.”

Reiner muttered several curses under his breath as he pulled out a hefty stack of cash from his pocket. Connie’s grin widened.

Armin had glanced up at Jean, slightly alarmed at the dark expression on his face. Before he could comfort his friend, the door suddenly opened. Everyone scrambled to straighten themselves up, attempting to act like they hadn’t been just eavesdropping on the entire conversation between you and the Captain.

A chorus of sir’s rang throughout the large hallway, and Levi grew amused at the sight before him. His lips twitched upwards, and the cadets had to almost physically stop their mouths from dropping open at the sight. Levi’s ghost of a smile disappeared when his eyes met Jean’s seething ones.

The two held each other’s gazes, Levi’s expression being cool, while Jean’s had been irritated. Levi was not a fucking idiot; he knew the kid was in love with you.

Join the fucking club.

Levi, realizing that this was the exact reason he had gotten himself into that mess with you and not really wanting to sour his somewhat good mood, looked away from Jean to nod at the group of your friends.

“As you were.”

He brushed past Jean, his gaze as intimidating as ever, as he silently walked down the hallway. Jean’s fists clenched tightly. Once Levi had turned the corner, the group exploded into chatter, their reactions varying from stunned to adoring.

Jean really really fucking hoped Sasha was wrong.

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Your horse trotted proudly through the vast landscape, the wind blew through your open hair, your friends teased each other amicably, and your excitement grew at finally being cleared to join the scouts on their next expedition. Though you hadn’t been getting much sleep lately, and you’ve been a little too preoccupied to eat much, nothing could bring your mood down at this moment.

You were alongside your friends as you all followed the section commanders as their horses galloped into the edge of the forest. The mission for today was to exterminate any titans who had wandered too close to the walls. A simple mission, and you were more than capable.

You had been in a great mood.

Until your eyes landed on Levi.

He had been further up, leading his own squad. He had turned around to respond to Gunther, and that’s when his eyes had met yours. Your internal conflict grew, and you ultimately ended up averting your eyes and ignoring him, deciding to maintain your cold treatment towards him.

Him kissing your head had only further confused you, despite the sweet butterflies you felt every time you thought back to it. Levi’s treatment towards you had unexpectedly changed since that day in the infirmary, and it had reverted to the way it was before his sudden aversion to you, though there was something much sweeter in his actions. You swore you were getting whiplash.

Though he had been significantly kinder to you, you had held your ground, unrelenting in your declaration. Part of you was terrified that if you gave in and became comfortable, he’d suddenly return back to the yelling, the punishments, and the overworking. Part of you also didn’t want to face reality— your feelings were unreciprocated, and they would only serve to bring you a world of heartache and sadness.

Your cold shoulder towards him was nothing compared to the way he had treated you. Yours mainly consisted of avoiding him, and when that wasn’t an option and you had to interact with him, you kept it civil and short. Your heart would ache, but you knew it was for the best. It helped that Jean would offer approving smiles and words of encouragement, even going as far as to smirk when you had ignored the Captain.

Levi, meanwhile, had frowned when he noticed that you ignored him. Again.

In all honesty, he did deserve it, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt like a bitch. He grew irked at your display. Levi hoped you would understand that him kissing your head and showing affection towards you was his grand confession of love. You knew he was shit with words, and he hoped that that would be enough.

He was sadly fucking mistaken.

His attention had been on you the whole mission. Even when the scouts had to dismount from the horses to use the ODM gear through the trees, he had somehow managed to keep a watchful eye on you. You were graceful as ever as you flew through the trees, though his observing gaze noticed that your reaction time was noticeably slower than normal. He had also noticed the dark circles under your usually bright eyes, and he grew worried upon noticing your overall state.

Levi, himself, wasn’t faring much better. He was getting virtually no sleep, running completely on caffeine, adrenaline, and pure will, yet he still made sure he was in excellent shape when it came to these missions— humanity was resting on his shoulders, after all.

The firing of a flare gun in the distance indicated that the group would be encountering titans— a lot of titans— from the left. The soldiers prepared, all eyes focused on the left. You had conveniently taken up the right-most end of the formation, and your attention had also been on the left, your blades held tightly in your hands.

It was only by chance that Levi decided to glance down at you as he soared above you in the middle of the formation. Your eyes met once again, and Levi’s heart lurched at the beautiful sight, when movement behind you immediately caught his attention. A large abnormal with the ability to jump from tree to tree had suddenly appeared and made an attempt to grab you. Your attention had been solely on Levi, so you hadn’t noticed, especially over the roar of the wind in your ears.

Levi’s eyes widened, and he yelled out your name. The rich baritone of his deep voice reached your ears, and you turned slightly behind you, yet you reacted too slowly. Your body jerked backwards, flying so far from the group. You flew through the air at such a great speed that it took you by surprise when you slammed against a tree as the wires of your ODM gear grew tangled. The abnormal had missed you— barely. Your head slammed against the tree and you felt the wind knocked out of your body at the impact.

You whimpered at the hell of a hospital stay you’d have to face after this.

The abnormal almost seemed to be grinning wider upon realizing that it had successfully subdued you. You attempted to quickly stand up, though your body yelled in agony at the movement. Willing yourself to fight back, you shakily stood up, tightly gripping your blades that had miraculously not fallen to the ground throughout the struggle. You winced at the searing pain that shot through your head, yet you clenched your teeth in determination. Realizing that your gear was broken and therefore useless, you quickly discarded yourself of it, and felt some of the tension in your body alleviate now that you were significantly lighter.

“The hell is she doing?” Jean yelled incredulously from his spot next to Levi, and the other members of the group looked on in shock as they all attempted to make it to you in time.

“She’s fighting back,” Levi spoke through gritted teeth, his worry for you eating him alive. His eyebrows were furrowed in stress and anxiety, and he was now soaring impossibly fast through the trees in order to reach you.

Stupid brat. Stupid, resilient, little brat.

“Attagirl!” Oluo and Eld cheered, and Petra shoved them, warning them to stop their blatant ogling in the middle of a dangerous mission. They skillfully dodged her attack, grinning at their adept use of the ODM gear.

A noise towards the side caught their attention, and the group realized the titans they had been anticipating were now in sight. Levi coolly assessed the shitty situation, before commanding that most of the soldiers take care of the titans, while Levi, his squad, and some of the 104th’s cadets would assist you. The group split up, and Levi turned his attention back to you, his heart thumping against his chest.

As the titan made a move to grab you, you exhaled quickly to focus before skillfully jumping onto its elongated arm and running quickly towards its nape. You were defying gravity as you gained speed the higher you went. The titan wasn’t stupid, and it began to grab you with its other arm, yet you anticipated its move. You lithely dodged it, executing a quick front flip as you narrowly escaped its grasp once again.

This was it!

You saw your opening. You leaped forward and pushed your feet against its shoulder as hard as you could, soaring high up in the air above the titan. Muscle memory served you well, and you thought back to the training circuit that had mimicked a situation almost exactly like this one. You gracefully began to spin yourself faster and faster, your cape billowing behind you as you finally readied your blades for the final blow. You yelled out, as your head pain worsened. As a result, your maneuver faltered slightly, almost imperceptible to the human eye. The titan noticed.

It lashed a large hand out again, attempting to grab you, but it accidentally slapped your body away. You cried out in pain, and you flew in the direction of your friends, hurtling towards the ground. You were falling so fast, and you felt yourself grow dizzy from being chucked around so much in the last five minutes.

Eren yelled out your name, a whimper stuck in his throat at the sight of your almost lifeless body spiraling downwards. Jean’s eyes widened, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it in time.

Levi’s heart stopped upon witnessing the titan slap your body with so much force. You were plummeting towards the ground at an impossible speed, and he didn’t even think twice before withdrawing his ODM gear’s hooks and diving towards you within the blink of an eye. His cape flew behind him, and a determined glint had overtaken his angry features.

You had been bordering between consciousness and unconsciousness, yet the sight above you had been so clear that it almost felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. Your long hair flew around you, creating a curtain around your face, as you looked up at Levi. He had dived towards you, his jaw so tightly clenched. His muscular long arm began reaching out to you. The ground was quickly approaching, and you felt a sense of serenity at the sight of your Captain, despite your confusion and the severity of this situation.

“Levi,” you mumbled, smiling softly.

His face dropped upon seeing the calm expression on your face, and he willed himself to go faster, a number of expletive curses ringing through his head.

That damn titan. Did it know how small you were? How precious you were?

He spun himself slightly to gain momentum, and he saw you were just within reach. Levi confidently stretched his strong arm out even more, managing to wrap his hand around your arm. He swiftly pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other hand cradled your head protectively against his broad chest. He swiftly flipped himself around to face his body upwards, further ensuring he’d take the majority of the blow in case you two ended up hitting the ground, and shot both of his ODM gear’s hooks into a nearby tree, propelling both of you away from the ground and towards the high branch. You fleetingly realized how familiar this position felt.

Once Levi safely landed, he kneeled, and supported your body against his thigh as he continued to hold you in his arms. He quickly looked over his shoulder, and could make out the sight of the titan falling to the ground. All the members of his squad seemed alive and well, so he turned his attention back to you. His eyes quickly darted over your face, desperately searching for any obvious injuries.

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Levi running his hands through your hair and over your cheeks. The Levi in front of you was leagues different from the cool and composed one you had come to know. He had a frantic look in his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly, as he desperately peered down at you.

“Le… Levi?” You mumbled, your voice still a little hoarse from your recent infirmary stay.

“You are so precious to me, you hear me?” He lowly spoke, panic and anger and a whole plethora of emotions coloring his normally deadpan voice.

Your jaw fell open and you were almost positive you were suffering from a mean concussion, and this was a hallucination. “Wha—”

“You’re a fucking brat— an incredibly frustrating, resilient little brat— but you’re mine.”

You dazedly looked up at him, and you realized how close his face was to yours. His muscular chest was heaving up and down, and a small droplet of sweat dripped down from his hairline. Levi’s handsome features held nothing but adoration for you, and in that moment nothing could bring you down from the high you were experiencing. You felt his warm hands cup your cheek once more, a habit he seemed to be fond of.

“You want a fucking declaration of love? Here it is— if anything happens to you, I swear I’ll kill every titan on this piece of shit planet,” he spoke, surprisingly unbothered with how vulnerable he was being with you. He moved closer to you, his forehead nearly resting on your own. “I don’t give a fuck if you hate me or not. You’re mine, and I’m yours. And that’s all there is to it.”

Your hand creeped up to grasp the wrist of the hand that had been caressing your face, and you tightened your fingers around it. He froze, momentarily wondering if you were rejecting his confession, and he internally groaned at the thought.

There’d be no coming back from this one.

“You’re mine?” You shakily asked, a gloriously beautiful smile slowly gracing your features.

“That’s what I said,” he mumbled, attempting to conceal how lovestruck he felt at your smile.

“After… after we get home and I get some medical attention, you’re going to have to kiss me, alright? I’m—”

You were cut off by his lips pressing against your own. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you relished in the soft feeling of his lips molding against yours. You felt an indescribable warmth erupt in your chest, and you whimpered against Levi’s lips. His kiss was soft and warm, a huge contrast to the Levi from this past month. He pulled away just as quickly as he had bent down.

“One for the road,” he simply explained, glancing down at you. He internally smirked at the pretty blush coloring your cheeks— he was always fond of the sight.

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“You’re not serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

You stifled your giggles at Levi’s straight face. Your expression still showed your disbelief at what he had just told you.

“I’m not an idiot, Levi, I know how some people look at me,” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Even the Commander?”

“Oh, I’m working my way up through the ranks right now, can’t you tell?” You teased, gesturing down to your intertwined bodies, as you both faced each other in his warm bed.

“You’re funny, brat,” he deadpanned, no heat and all fondness as he affectionately pinched your cheeks.

You snuggled deeper into his chest, savoring the warmth that you were enveloped in. You were wearing his shirt— still warm and smelling strongly of him— and you inhaled softly as your face pressed deeper into his chest. Somehow, the slight aftermath of your headache from the recent expedition began to dull slightly.

“I’m sorry again,” Levi murmured, softly cradling your head against his chest.

“Really? I couldn’t tell the first five hundred times you said so,” you teased, looking up at him. Your breath hitched at the sight of his face angled down towards you, dark wisps of hair falling over his eyes and structured face. Levi was so painfully handsome, you could feel your heart flutter.

His eyes were intense, and his guilt continued to stir within his stomach. Seemingly able to read his mind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his warm chest.

“Idiot,” you mumbled, “I really wouldn’t care if the King himself came up to me and proposed, and you know exactly why.”

“Humor me.”

“Terrifying guy, goes by the name of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier?”

He chuckled lowly, the deepness of his voice vibrating through his chest, and your insides turned to mush. Feeling relieved at successfully pulling Levi out of his little hole of guilt, you yawned softly. Your bruised ribs still ached at times, yet you ignored it this time to cuddle deeper into Levi, who was also on the verge of sleep.

He was sleepily looking down at you, observing your attempts to get comfortable in his embrace, and he softly smiled to himself. His muscular arms tightened around you, one of his hands coming to rest on the soft curve of your hip. He relished in the fact that sleep would be coming easily to him with you here. Levi had surprised himself with how easily he was able to show his affections toward you, and he chalked it up to that being further proof that you really were the only one for him.

He felt a warmth come from the sweet pang in his chest, and it spread throughout his entire body. Levi had learned to associate that feeling with you.

His eyes closed silently, and you pressed one last kiss to his chest.

“Precious,” he mumbled, “Precious little brat.”

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