To celebrate this blog reaching 10k followers and for getting me through some tough times over the last…wow, year and half, I thought it would be fun to hop on the collab trend so we can all write together!
The theme is all things classic literature, art, and film!
This can be way back classics, like the Illiad, or maybe something more modern like The Handmaid’s Tale, or whatever you consider a classic in your life. Could be Van Gogh paintings, Greek Mythology, even Twilight. Whatever inspires you! [Catch me writing a Jane Eyre AU and about Dragon Age, probably e;rgbe]
So the answer is yes, if you consider it classic literature, art, film, video game, whatever it is, createit!
This collab is open to All Fandoms!
Send me an ask or a dm— off anon, I need to know who to tag—with your character choice [let me know the fandom too just in case I am unfamiliar with them!]
And pleases tag me in your submissions so I can find them—or send me a link, just make sure I get you on the list!
This collab will remain open until the due date, so anyone can be added up until then!
Thedue date is Friday, July 23rd! [late submissions are fine, but I would love to have as many as possible to post and circulate on the due date!]
Rules:
♡ Youmust be 18+ to enter, with your age visible on your blog. I will be checking each and every person who asks to join, and I will decline anyone who doesn’t verify their age.
♡ All characters must be adults, age them up appropriately if need be, no exceptions.
♡ You are allowed up to twoentries, with any character you so choose. Multiple people can write for the same character!
♡ NSFW Content is allowed and expected, but feel free to create SFW content, too!
♡ Dark content of any kind is welcome! Please give appropriate trigger warnings on your post.
♡ While character x reader is what I write, shipfics are also welcome! Kacchako, Hannigram, Eruri, create whatever makes you happiest.
♡ There is no required word count or format. Headcanons, drabbles, long fics, multi-chaptered fics, digital art, hand drawn, it’s all good! If you’ll have multiple parts, just let me know so I can formulate the masterlist accordingly.
♡ Art and media of any kind is welcome as well!
♡ Please let me know if you need to drop / if you want to switch to a new character, I do not mind at all!
♡ Write whatever inspires you and makes you happy—I know the theme is Classics, but I’ll probably let just about anything fly, because it’s about the joy of writing and creativity!
♡ If you have any questions, send me an ask or a dm! I’ll try to respond as quickly as possible.
Please tag me and link the masterlist in your post!
Also a thank you to @chiwhorei for help with these banners!
To celebrate this blog reaching 10k followers and for getting me through some tough times over the last…wow, year and half, I thought it would be fun to hop on the collab trend so we can all write together!
The theme is all things classic literature, art, and film!
This can be way back classics, like the Illiad, or maybe something more modern like The Handmaid’s Tale, or whatever you consider a classic in your life. Could be Van Gogh paintings, Greek Mythology, even Twilight. Whatever inspires you! [Catch me writing a Jane Eyre AU and about Dragon Age, probably e;rgbe]
So the answer is yes, if you consider it classic literature, art, film, video game, whatever it is, createit!
This collab is open to All Fandoms!
Send me an ask or a dm— off anon, I need to know who to tag—with your character choice [let me know the fandom too just in case I am unfamiliar with them!]
And pleases tag me in your submissions so I can find them—or send me a link, just make sure I get you on the list!
This collab will remain open until the due date, so anyone can be added up until then!
Thedue date is Friday, July 23rd! [late submissions are fine, but I would love to have as many as possible to post and circulate on the due date!]
Rules:
♡ Youmust be 18+ to enter, with your age visible on your blog. I will be checking each and every person who asks to join, and I will decline anyone who doesn’t verify their age.
♡ All characters must be adults, age them up appropriately if need be, no exceptions.
♡ You are allowed up to twoentries, with any character you so choose. Multiple people can write for the same character!
♡ NSFW Content is allowed and expected, but feel free to create SFW content, too!
♡ Dark content of any kind is welcome! Please give appropriate trigger warnings on your post.
♡ While character x reader is what I write, shipfics are also welcome! Kacchako, Hannigram, Eruri, create whatever makes you happiest.
♡ There is no required word count or format. Headcanons, drabbles, long fics, multi-chaptered fics, digital art, hand drawn, it’s all good! If you’ll have multiple parts, just let me know so I can formulate the masterlist accordingly.
♡ Art and media of any kind is welcome as well!
♡ Please let me know if you need to drop / if you want to switch to a new character, I do not mind at all!
♡ Write whatever inspires you and makes you happy—I know the theme is Classics, but I’ll probably let just about anything fly, because it’s about the joy of writing and creativity!
♡ If you have any questions, send me an ask or a dm! I’ll try to respond as quickly as possible.
Please tag me and link the masterlist in your post!
Also a thank you to @chiwhorei for help with these banners!
To celebrate this blog reaching 10k followers and for getting me through some tough times over the last…wow, year and half, I thought it would be fun to hop on the collab trend so we can all write together!
The theme is all things classic literature, art, and film!
Going Live Friday, July 23rd!
Please tag me and link the masterlist in your post!
To celebrate this blog reaching 10k followers and for getting me through some tough times over the last…wow, year and half, I thought it would be fun to hop on the collab trend so we can all write together!
The theme is all things classic literature, art, and film!
Going Live Friday, July 23rd!
Please tag me and link the masterlist in your post!
author notes ;; hdhrhrjehs first headcanon, yay!! Sorry if its trash, this is my first eren fic haha!!
BEING EREN JAEGER’S wife can be very difficult. He is mostly busy with annihilating the titans and you got used to it as time passes.
You never bothered or complain about him being gone but you worry for his life. You knew how reckless he can be and annihilating titans and biting your arm to transform until it gets ripped doesn’t help your worrying at all.
You being his ideal wife, loyal and true to yourself, someone who wouldn’t lie to him and trusts him with all your heart, would accept him for what he was and who he was and of course, would never pressure him when talking about his family. You knew how complicated the family things were so he would very much appreciate it if you don’t pressure him to tell everything about his family.
Zeke would probably know about you, and would also try to assassinate you to spite his half brother.
He makes sure to spend time with you and if he can’t, he’ll get Armin or Mikasa to spend the whole week with you.
Armin and Mikasa adores you and treats you like their own sibling.
Once you and Eren revealed that you were dating, Mikasa almost beat him up him and told him that he was risking your life. Much to Mikasa’s dismay, he continued dating you but as time passes on, Mikasa grew to accept the fact that even if she tried sabotaging your relationship for both your sake, you would still love each other till the end of time.
Historia would probably be the first to know.
Multiple Assassination attempts on you by the marleyans.
(Don’t worry, Eren will deal with them later lolol.)
You comforting Eren whenever he gets nightmares.
Historia giving you the farm as a wedding gift. (Historia loves you very much to actually do that)
Your wedding was set up in a traditional way and was well decorated. (all credits to levi for helping you decorate)
Levi disagreed about you and Eren getting married, mostly because Eren could be putting you in danger but nevertheless, he grew to accept the fact that Eren does love you and would do anything for you.
The only people that were invited were Eren’s close friends.
You and Eren’s honeymoon was shortlived but you both made sure to spend your short time in a satisfying way if you know what i mean—
But nevertheless, Eren made sure that you felt loved even when he was away from you.
He would be writing letters every day and you would do the same.
You being Eren’s home and reason as to why he needed to live.
Many possibilities of you being assassinated by the marleyans to spite Eren.
(Eren of course goes berserk mode on them and they would all be dead for killing his wife)
Or you get out of his mess by saying mean things that will truly hurt him. (Expect getting a beating or a harsh goodbye from Eren if you actually try to pull on his strings)
Eren would always try to separate his titan life from you. He hates it when you try to involve yourself into his plans which ends up becoming a heated argument.
If you’re pregnant, Eren will do everything in his power to protect you, even going as far as begging his captain and his whole squad of friend-comrades to stay with you during your pregnancy. (Be ready to get pampered by Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie and Jean.)
Once you give birth, Eren swore to protect both you and your child and would retire from his titan life to live the peaceful and suburban life with you and your child.
Mikasa and Armin are the godparents of your child and absolutely adores them. They’re the best godparents and would help take care of your child if Eren or you is busy.
You being greatly respected within the survey corps, more or less, tended to bend to her instruction at all times.
Historia would do EVERYTHING in her power to stop the government from involving you and Eren into doing dangerous things as she knew how peaceful you and Eren are now.
In the end, you live peacefully with the support and protection of your friends- no scratch that, your family.
(While you ask what you can do in return for protecting your family, they just brushed it off and that being invited to dinner was a good enough payment.)
Truth be told, i doubt that you and Eren would last in canon, much less get married.
You would probably be assassinated by some marleyans or die while giving birth to your child. Though, i do think that Eren might break up with you to protect you before he continued on with his f r e e d o m.
Who wants a lil sneak peek? There’s so little content out there for the stinky Monke and I have a terrible need for more. So of course I’ll just write my own. Hope this scratches someone else’s itch too.
Here’s some mean Zeke for ya
Pairing: College Professor Zeke Yeager x T.A. Reader
“Listen to me,” his stern tone and iron grip on your waist snapped you to attention, eyes locking on his. He looked absolutely wrecked. Thick, blonde tresses were beginning to stick to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat forming. His brow was lowered and those steely eyes sparkled with some dangerous emotion you couldn’t pinpoint behind his skewed frames.
“I can turn you out into that hallway right now and get myself off without having to deal with a brat tonight,” he punctuates his statement with a firm smack to your right hip, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out, “What I’m gonna do to you, what I have planned for tonight… you either open that slutty mouth and give me verbal consent or you take your ass out of here and find some college kid to fumble around with that puts up with this shitty behavior. Some boy that does whatever you want but still leaves you craving something only I can give you. The choice is yours. But this is the last time I’m asking you,” he inches ever so slightly closer, his lips an inch from yours. You can smell the cigarette he just put out and a lingering scent of spearmint underneath, “Do you want to stop?”
“N-no…” you manage to squeak out. You hate how small you sound, but his speech deterred you from defying him again. The thought of him turning you away was unbearable now that you’d felt his touch.
Warnings: baseball stuff, Zeke being mildly condescending, smut, filming (dubious consent), Zeke’s ego, cumshots, cum eating (barely), jealousy, Christmas festivities, mentions of alcohol, goofy white elephant gifts, mentions of angst, new cover stories, brief dacryphilia, desperate fucking
A/N: this is my first piece of the new year, and i don’t know how to feel about it. anyway, hope it holds up and that y’all are still enjoying. i introduce hitch in this chapter and mention her relationship with one Nile Dok. if you aren’t comfortable with that, you should turn around because they will become a larger part of this fic. other than that, thanks for all the support on this fic and enjoy~
“Why’d you have a staring problem all of a sudden.” you muttered, a hand reaching for the bowl of already half eaten popcorn in front of you.
“I don’t.” Eren mumbled, you didn’t miss the pout that sat across his lips in the corner of your eyes once you brought your eyes back up to the screen. Again you felt his vibrant eyes set over your body, piercing into you hungrily. It was only a short matter of time before you got irritated.
You sighed using your hands to push you up into a sitting position on the couch. For a second he almost seemed a little startled, now avoiding your eyes as he sat on the far end of the couch. “Eren, what’s wrong with you? If you don’t wanna watch this movie then fine but quit staring it’s weird.” you complained.
It was obvious he was clearly annoyed by something and that somethingwasstartingtoannoyyou.
He ignored you and stayed silent, eyes watching the television yet his expression was clearly filled with boredom. An arm was placed on the armrest to hold his head up. Then finally, in a quiet voice he merely murmured, “Nothing, you can keep watching if you want.”
“Well I don’t want to watch if you’re gonna keep sitting there sulking like a baby.” you poked at his thigh with your foot, testing what kind of mood he was in. A guttural sigh left Eren’s mouth as you continued to poke at him, little strands of escaped from his bun drifting across his face.
“Quit that.”
“You first.” you retorted, a smirk creeping across your lips. With a buck of his hips he sank lower into the couch, legs spreading with that bored expression never faltering. The reflection of the movie on the screen glistened in his eyes. You also noticed a slight crease situated between your brows if you squinted.
Slowly, you clambered towards him, the plush and soft couch shifting under your weight until you finally reached your boyfriend. Perched at his side you tilted your head curiously, “Ren what’s wrong?” you whispered purposely using the nickname he oh so loved to gain his attention. And just with the way his eyes flickered you knew you had gained it.
“This movie’s shitty, I don’t even get what’s going on.” he mumbled, still not making eye contact with you. You held back a snicker and instead let out a light hearted scoff.
“Really? That’s upsetting you. The fucking film? Why didn’t you just say so?”
His emerald eyes eventually met with your own, “Well you looked into it so I didn’t want to disturb you.”
You rolled your eyes at his statement knowing all too well that what he secretly meant was that he no longer had your attention. After a few months into your relationship with Eren you quickly realized how much of an attention whore he was. Just one minute without attending to your precious boyfriend and a familiar, moody pout would reach his lips.
Your hands grazed over his thigh gently not missing how his muscles tense just for a moment. “If you wanted me to give you attention then why didn’t you say so ‘ren” you teased, hands now slowly moving down to his inner thighs. His eyes were completely fixated on your lips not showing a single sign of faltering as you shifted to sit in his lap completely disregarding the movie playing out behind you.
Just like he wanted from the beginning.
His muscular arm moved to wrap around your waist securing you in your position whilst the other hand reached up your head tucking a lock of stray hair behind your ear. As you leaned in to kiss his plump lips he stopped you with a question that was whispered so quietly you swore you almost missed it.
“Your parents aren’t home right?”
You hummed, voice suddenly ragged and eyes never straying from his as you answered, “Gone for the weekend.”
The silent sputter of the word “Good.” was the last thing that spilled into your ears before your lips crashed onto his. The faint taste of whatever energy drink he had drunk lingered onto your tongue, a short whine escaping from your lips. Without coming up for air eren continued to kiss you, large rough hands now gripping your thigh and kneading the fat of your skin.
You broke away first, lungs screaming for an intake of oxygen whilst he decided to bury himself into your neck desperate to find your sweet spot and of course mark you as his. The friction of your thighs rubbing against him was enough for his hips to jerk against you, erection poking through his sweatpants.
A single moan of his name led to a guttural groan slipping out through his soft lips repeatedly sucking on your skin leaving noticeable marks beneath your jaw. “Please…”
“Please what.” he pressed, lips still latched onto your skin. You could feel a smirk crawl across his lips as his fingers gripped your waist even tighter, rolling his hips into you.
“Ah fuck, I- I need you to fuck me Eren.” you let out a breathy sigh attempting to fuck yourself onto him as the ache between your thighs only grew stronger with each passing second.
“Patience baby, patience.”
In a blur clothes were stranded across the living room, you nothing but bare in front of him as he stroked his length. He simply let out a light chuckle at your eagerness, caressing your lower back as your folds gently rubbed at the tip of his cock.
You could practically hear your heartbeat roaring in your ear as you grew wetter by each second. The fire in your abdomen growing bigger and bigger, your arousal making your whole body shudder under his touch.
With your hands firmly placed on Eren’s shoulders, he eased you in, his cock disappearing inside you with ease. Your mouth shaped to form an ‘O’ and eyes already rolling back as you let out a strangled gasp. Your fingernails now dug into Eren’s skin. It felt as if all the air had been knocked out of you as his length stretched your walls. Your juices dripped down your thigh as your walls clenched around him.
This was it, you were too full to move. One thrust and you’d be cumming all over his cock already. You heard him take a sharp inhale, teeth gritted together as he felt his cock pulsate inside you. “Fuckkk…you’re so fucking tight.” he groaned, both hands now cupping your ass.
The split second you adjusted to his size and became loose enough to move, he snapped his hips up accompanied by the sound of your skin meeting him echoing the room.
It felt so filthy.
But it also felt so fucking good.
Your voice quivered as you murmured his name in warning of your climax and you were met with a soft hand moving up to your cheek. He took in your sweet whimpers every time he pumped into you, his balls meeting your ass as he bottomed out. “S’ good for me huh, my good girl.”
“Uh huh” was the only sound you could make, you could no longer hear the sounds of the movie over the way your pussy squelched with every thrust.
“So fuckn’ wet, look at you dripping everywhere. Gonna make a stain on this couch huh?” he marveled, eyes pouring into you intensely. Your hips clashed down onto his with every plunge and you could feel him going deeper and deeper, his pace suddenly going faster and faster.
A hand met your breast, squeezing it before he bent down to trail his tongue across your nipple, his mouth soon latching onto it. You threw your head back in pleasure, your clit pulsating as he sucked, tongue lapping at your bud. Another whine escaped from your mouth as he moved to your other breast.
“Erennnn I- I’m gonna-”
You were cut off by his husky voice instructing you, “Cum for me baby, jus’ like that” he purred, watching as your body jerked on top of him, hands still gripping his shoulders. He watched with awe, pure satisfaction on his face as you reached your orgasm. It was a sight that he would never get bored of seeing. He could do this for hours if it meant that he could watch you cum in his arms.
Rough hands gently caressed your cheek as he cradled you from your high. “You did so good for me baby.” he praised pulling you in for a deep kiss.
Now reaching a more relaxed pace you rolled your hips forward, your cum painting his cock. With a groan his tongue messily found your lips as you delved into the exploding taste of passion.
All of a sudden his teeth bite down on your lip, a sharp gasp left you as he gripped your waist. now moving it simultaneously with his. The lazy momentum you had kept was being short lived and interchanged into sudden deep thrusts.
Once again the filthy, vulgar sound of skin slapping filled the room. Your mouth agape, no air in your lungs capable of releasing a single sound as you bounced relentlessly. Hungry pants escaped Eren’s mouth as he watched how your cunt swallowed his cock with every pound. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”
A choked cry left your mouth as you came undone for the second time tonight but with Eren’s cum spilling in your cunt.
But he wasn’t done with you just yet.
His hands guided you to lay down on your couch, supporting you. Your chest heaved as you panted for air, thighs shaking and tensing every now and then trying to fully grasp your climax. You could know without even saying a single word that he wanted more. More cries, more spills of his name as you could barely contain yourself any longer until his name was the only prayer you could ever say.
And you craved it.
A soft whimper filled his eyes, the second his mouth was in front of your cunt. His warm breath somehow causes your sensitive clit to twitch. With a moan of his name, he reassured you.
“I know I know I jus’ wanna make you feel good baby. Wanna make you all mine.”
He reassured you as coarse hands looped around your soft thighs, dragging your cunt towards him. Slow licks over your overstimulated pussy already made you jolt against him. He hushed you with gentle praises murmured from his mouth.
Eyes were rolled back once again as he hummed, licking your slit with his tongue. Relishing in the taste of his release mixed with yours, cleaning you out before making you cum again. He lapped at your cunt, noises of his hunger and your pleasure flooded the room. His tongue changed from broad strokes to short and quick as you rolled your hips into his face.
“I’m gonna cum eren, e-eren you’re gonna make me cum.” you babbled repeatedly, his figure not showing any signs of slowing down. He sucked at your silt hungrily before two fingers entered inside you, quickly finding your sweet spot as your back arched in ecstasy.
In a mere vibration he commanded, “Cum on my tongue for me, just one more be a good girl for me.” his hips too rutting into the couch.
And that was all you needed as you fell apart to his sweet melody of pleads a silent scream torn from your body.
Your hips bucked as your eyes saw faint lines of light and dark, your entire body tensing as he continued to gently lick you clean. Your eyes watered as you came down from your peak, aftershocks following as Eren trailed short kisses across your body finally leading up to your face.
“You were so good for me baby” he whispered, eyes struggling to stay open as you returned his kiss, sweet mumbles of nothing spilling from your mouth.
The living room was dim when the raven haired finally made his entrance. The peaceful scene laid out in front of him, everything still and quiet apart from the light snores escaping from your mouth.
You were laid back on the couch, a blanket draped over you only covering your bottom half. Your hand was wrapped loosely around a bowl of half eating popcorn as the end credits of your favorite comfort film rolled up. On the coffee table in front of the couch was a mug, that too also half drunk. And alongside was your laptop it’s bright light reflecting across your face.
A simple smile crawled across his lips as he clicked his tongue. He had specifically told you not to stay up for him and simply because he didn’t want to be responsible for dragging you to bed afterwards.
But deep down he knew you wouldn’t listen to him. You never did.
Switching off the television and tidying up the half eaten popcorn along with the half mug with your cold tea he moved swiftly to close your laptop but then soon froze.
He then glanced at you, your chest rising and falling as you exhaled and for a second you murmured something in audible before shifting your position to get more comfortable.
Bringing back his eyes back to the screen he read its features.
‘Porcelain teacup set with tea infuser.’
Beneath were endless options with endless colors for you to choose from and only then he noticed your credit card beside your laptop, with a shake of his head he shut down your laptop and left your card on the table.
“Seems like you never listen huh?” he murmured under his breath in an attempt to scold you but that soft look in his eyes couldn’t help but appear.
With a chaste kiss to your forehead and careful not to wake you up he finally drew the blanket across your whole body; silently promising to carry you to bed later.
Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), mentions of sex, first time having oral sex
A/N: this is quite rushed :/ & barely edited, idk whether to make a part 2 sorry for any mistakes! Lmk if I missed anything in the warnings
“Have you ever had sex before?”
A mere eyeroll came from the raven haired man sitting on the far end of the couch.
Not even tearing his eyes away from the screen.
Making sure not to show any kind of response to your question.
Or to any of them as a matter of fact.
It was something he had quickly equipped to doing after being your roommate for 2 months.
If he had known you’d be throwing absurd questions at him like this he would’ve much rather live alone and struggle to pay the bills himself. Perhaps he saw it as karma for asking Hange for find a roommate for him.
He let out a sigh, clearly not in the mood for one of your stupid conversations. He simply ignored you, an arm propped up on the armrest of the couch holding his head up with his grey eyes glued to the screen in front of you.
All he wanted was to watch a movie. In peace. Just for once. Without your stupid questions, stupid nagging ,without listening to your stupid voice about your stupid problems and your stupid-
“Oi.” you poked at him with your feet, immediately met with his classic death glare, “It’s rude to ignore people ya’ know.”
He let out another sigh this time rubbing his hand across his face in exhaustion of not only you but everything else in his fucking life.
“What’d you want?” he replied quieter than usual yet you noticed that the aggravation was still in his voice.
“I asked you if you’d ever had sex before.” you repeated playfully.
“Yes. “ he muttered, questioning to himself exactly when would be an appropriate time to retreat back to his room. “Why does it matter to you?”
You shrugged keeping your eyes on the sullen figure, “Just curious…you just look like someone whose never had sex.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” he uttered, finally pulling away from the screen to glance at you threateningly.
“I’m kidding! Jeez.” you teased, “It’s so easy to get you riled up.”
“Who wouldn’t get annoyed listening to you and your stupid questions every day.” he deadpanned.
To this you struck your chest, feigning pain “Ouch. That one hurt Levi.”
“Good.” Grey orbs returned back to the screen, hoping to put an end to the conversation and to finally watch his movie in peace.
Key word. Hope.
“How’d you have sex?”
If Levi would roll his eyes all the way back into his head and die, he would gladly do it right now. “How do you think people have sex.” he snapped, voice growing thick with irritance.
“No, no… I mean what do you do during sex?”
Levi pinched the bridge of his nose; a sign that his patience was wearing thin. “Why you sure care a lot about my sex life. Now, you’re starting to act like someone who doesn’t have any sex.”
“My sex life is perfectly fine thank you very much, even better than perfect.” you barked back.
He raised a brow doubtfully “Is that so?”
“I don’t need to prove myself to you.” You crossed your arms and faced back to the movie. At this point you didn’t even understand what was going on.
“Neither do I.” Levi sighed, grateful to put an end to the conversation.
“Yeah, well you look like you have boring sex anyways. You’ve probably never eaten a girl out.”
A long pause filled the room.
You took a double take at him, noticing how his expression hadn’t changed and the fact that he had yet to correct you.
“Oh my God…”
Levi has never been more eternally grateful that the lights were off right now. He knew he wouldn’t have heard the end of it if you saw the red glow that swept across his face.
“I’m not talking to you anymore.” he merely muttered.
“Wait, wait, wait are you being serious right now?.” you moved out of your seat to crawl closer towards him.
Intimidated by your movement he suddenly stood before you could notice his face burning up. “I’m going to my room.”
Hastily, you grabbed his wrist and you weren’t entirely sure why.
Perhaps it was the guilt of teasing him to the point where you had embarrassed him but the first time ever as you made eye contact with him you became speechless for a split second.
“I- I can help you if you want” you blurted, the words spilling out of your mouth before you could even comprehend them.
He raised a brow with an unusual face of confusion that you had rarely seen.
“I mean I could teach you I guess…” you corrected, awkward with the way you had to word it. Levi stood silently glancing away from you. You saw him questioning himself intensely. You noticed how a crease formed in the middle of his brows.
For a second Levi opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it the next. He shut his eyes and sighed, finally coming out with the words that he wanted to say.
“I don’t want to make things weird.”
“Well it wouldn’t be.” you reassured him. “It’s not like we have feelings for each other. I’m just helping you out.”
“Right.” he lied. He took a seat next to you on the couch. An obvious awkward aura was in the air, neither of you knowing how to make the first move.
“You don’t have to do this.” he mumbled, addressing the hesitation. His voice was softer than usual like a few moments before.
“I want to.” you replied with a reassuring smile, “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”
A short pause passed before you moved back on the couch, laying down beside him. He watched you briefly contemplating deeply for a moment before positioning between your legs.
Swiftly you pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties and laid back head resting upon the pillow.
If you were told two months ago that you would be lying bare in front of your new roommate, teaching him how to please a girl, you would’ve laughed in their face.
You distracted yourself from your inner thoughts by staring up at the ceiling wondering which shade of white the landlord picked for this room, soon distrubed by Levi’s hand nudging your knees. You flinched slightly at the sudden contact but brushed it off by acting like you were trying to get more comfortable.
Quicker than you had anticipated he was positioned right in front of your core, and a slight shiver swept across your body as he gravelly spoke.
“How should I start?”
You took a short breath before you explained, “S-start off slow, warm up to her a little bit. Be assuring but also gentle too.” you desperately hoped he didn’t notice your stutter, “Don’t be too hesitant about it otherwise she might be insecure, you know?”
He hummed in response. You swallowed unsure why a vibration swept through you.
Levi positioned his hands at the back of your thighs, startling you, “Is this okay?”
“Uh huh” you nodded, unknowingly biting your lip patiently waiting for the moment he would make the first move. The room was quiet apart from inaudible sounds from the tv playing in the background, you tried to focus on the dialogue distracting yourself from the booming of your heartbeat in your ears.
Following your instructions he slowly dragged his tongue across the entrance of your lips once and then twice. You held your breath at the action, hands clasped into a tight fist.
He continued licking over your core again slowly and howagonizinglyslow he was as his tongue parted your folds; his llicks turning to soft kisses.
A heavy sigh left your mouth and your body was still tense, unsure whether it was from the fact that you were still feeling awkward or that your roommate was between your thighs. Most likely both.
Soft and gentle just like you told him. You wonder whether it was a mistake telling him to start off slow as your breath starts to hitch at every touch.In an attempt to free the tension in the room; voice still breathy as you spoke, “You sure you know where the clit is?”
Without warning Levi’s toungue brushed over your slit as he hummed into your pussy forcing a sharp gasp to spill out of your mouth. A muffled sound escaped from his mouth which you took as a classic “shut up”’.
He remained at a gradual pace, his tongue exploring your cunt letting your sweet taste electrify his body. You were addictive and different, is this really what he’d been missing out on?
Even so he wanted more and he made sure you’d know this by moving on to sucking your clit earning in another surprised gasp from you, your hips jerking into his mouth.
As soon as you glanced between your thighs you were met with harsh grey eyes staring back at you relentlessly. He had a look in his eyes that you’d never seen before. It was a mix of lust, hunger and desire. Another whine left your mouth as he circled your clit with your tongue causing your thighs to tremble.
“You’re so wet” he purred, stopping briefly before returning back to your cunt now letting his sloppy noises spill into the room.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” you murmured, noticing how he now turned to a rhythmic pace, stroking over your clit. Your hands now gripped onto the flesh of the couch every now and then rolling your hips into his mouth as he hungrily devoured you.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Uh huh.” You nodded, once again speechless. Skin burning up as you felt a tension arise in your abdomen.
You noted how Levi was a quick learner, his short long strokes now turning into desperate, quick strokes. You no longer held back your satisfied moan; throwing your head back as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.
He hummed into your cunt, eyes never leaving your frame. He observed which spots made you squirm against him pushing his tongue deeper to gain a choked whimper from you. No more did he find your voice irritating, no instead he lapped at your soaked cunt in order to gain more sweet notes from you.
The way you repeated his name endlessly, soft pleas of him to not stop. Not that he ever could if he tried. He noticed how your back arched and how your muscles tightened as he brought you closer to your finish.
He didn’t want to miss this moment, eyes locked onto you, barely blinkling. “Look at me.” he purred, hoarse voice catching your attention. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head whimpering, “No, don’t stop please… please, just like that.” your hips now rolled in synch with his tongue your moans spiraling with every glide as he fucked you with his tounge. Your hand reached down, gently caressing his undercut with your fingertips as he ate you as if you were his last ever meal.
With your juices now running down his chin he met a hungry tempo listening to your pleads to go faster and faster. Your warning of your orgasm approaching came nearer and nearer.
With a simple hum of “Cum for me.” vibrating your cunt, your whole body tensed gripping his locks. A broken mess of moans spilled from your mouth, Levi still softly lapping at your pussy cleaning you up bringing you down from your climax.
One last shudder of your hips he pulled away from you, a glossy mix of your juices and your cum smeared across his lips.
“How was that?” he asked innocently, face impassive as if he didn’t just eat you out for the first time.
For what seemed like the thousandth time tonight you had no words, brain unable to construct a single sentence.
“Uhh…that was good.” you muttered, thighs still shaking unaware that you were still gripping the couch.
A/N: I will probably never ever ever EVER stop writing about mornings waking up next to Levi it’s embedded in my brain
“Hmmm writers block? That’s okay just write about mornings with levi.” I could write a novel on this shit.
But I wont.
anyways no warnings just fluff but suggestivethemes
Part 2
“Stop it.”
“Huh?”
“I said stop.” the voice repeated muffled.
“What?” you said, attempting to act clueless.
A mess of dark locks rose from his pillow, eyes still shut yet his eyebrows furrowed imitating his well known glare. “Stop tickling me.” he spoke, voice gruff and low.
“M’ not tickling you.” you murmured, eyeing the raven haired as he laid back down onto his stomach. Immediately your fingers reached for his shoulder slowly stroking his skin.
“That’s tickling” he mumbled, eyes still shut.
“Stop accusing me of things that I’m not guilty of, Ackerman.”
A soft sigh left his mouth as he finally opened his eyes, purposely aware that his first view would be you and whatever scheming idea you had in your head. Slightly confused on how you woke before him but chose not to question it as he sat up leaning onto his elbow.
He stared at your mischievous face, eyebrows furrowed letting his grey eyes wash over your bare skin.
“What?” you mumbled, hands now creeping to his chest gently as if he could break at any possible moment.
He was fragile to you, not physically but mentally. It took many, many months to peel back at the layers he had nailed to himself. Making sure that no one could ever read his weakness.
Or that’s what he thought until he met you.
You tore down his walls, not caring about the rules or the ‘ugly’ truth he had hidden. You didn’t care about the past because right now in the present all you had was the future.
Lazily, a hand wrapped around your figure.
“Look who’s being touchy now.”
“Shut up.”
You hummed in response letting his fingertips run across your skin the same way you had been doing to him not too long ago.
A few short giggles escaped past your lips, not unnoticed by your lover of course.
“Told you this shit was ticklish.”
“Yeah well, I had no idea before you did it to me” you defended, taking note of how the corners of Levi’s lip lifted in a subtle smile.
A look over his shoulder had him squeezing your waist. “Oi, it’s nearly 9 get up.”
“Do we have to?” you groaned, shutting your eyes dramatically, desperate to grasp onto the last rope of your slumber.
“Yes. Unless you want to make it your fourth late to work in a row?”
“Hey!” you exclaimed suddenly sitting up right, “the third time was yourfault!”
This time he didn’t bother hiding his smirk, “And it;s not my fault youcan’t resist me in the morning.
You huffed, stretching your legs a little before a reminder popped into your head.
“Whatever, I claim dibs on showering first.” you announced.
“You can’t call dibs on my shower.”
“I can. I’m your girlfriend.”
“But you take literal years to shower.
“It only takes 15 minutes!”
“Yeah 15 minutes of me hearing bird screeching every morning
Just as he had expected a playful hit landed on his chest.
“Keep talking like that Ackerman and I won’t invite you to join me.”
I’ve been drawn this art to thanks my 100 (+1) followers on twitter and I think that is a good idea to share with you on Tumblr! I love sooo much this comunity and the cheerfull calm vibes that cheer me up when I’m sad, thank you all the writers that make my week better
✩Summary ✩ You wake the morning after and you both have mixed feelings. You try to salvage the life you’ve built and go home. Throughout the day that sense of guilt follows you as you drag other people into the mess you’ve created. ✩
You rolled over, throwing your arm over the body next to you. You tightened your arm around them, hugging them closer to you. Opening your eyes you saw Sasha. You smiled softly at her sleeping face, so relaxed like this. Looking away from her you looked around the room.
Fuck Fuck Fuck.
This wasn’t your room. This wasn’t Sasha and your apartment, it was Annie’s. Shit.You and Sasha aren’t together. This isn’ta normal day. You were supposedto be at Pieck’s. You usedPieck to sleep with Sasha. Who youbroke up with.
You slowly scooted to the end of the bed, peeling the blanket off your body. You did notwant to wake Sasha up too soon. You got up from the bed, letting out a sigh of relief that the change in weight didn’t wake her. You went around the room to collect the clothes you had stripped off last night. You slipped your pants back on, and shoved your old shirt and bra in your bag. You would rather not make your way home in the same exactclothes as last night.
You took a moment ensuring you got everything. Then, you panicked. You sat on the end of the bed once again, trying to steady your breathing. You put your head in your hands, looking at the floor, tears collecting in your eyes.
What do you do now? You and Sasha are over. You have been over. Last night you used and lied to your best friend so you could sleep with your ex who never loved you. Do you tell Pieck? Do you lie? There doesn’t seem to be a win for you. Perhaps that’s what you deserved, for all the mistakes you have made since the breakup.
You sat, dwelling on your thoughts and panic, until you heard the bed sheets moving behind you. You shot your head from your hands looking at her slow realization.
She went through the same steps you had. Relaxation, to looking around the room, to a sense of panic. She sat up abruptly, staring at you with wide eyes.
In the sudden movement she dropped the blanket that was covering her chest. She turned a bright red, picking it up, as you gave her a soft smile. The smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. They were swirling with stress.
The first word that stumbled from her lips was an eloquent, “Fuck,”
You laughed. It was a bright noise, one that filled the room. It wasn’t an appropriate reaction, but it was all you could do in the moment.
You calmed yourself, laughter dying. Your eyes lit up a little at Sasha’s smile at your reaction, “Fuck is right,” you sighed, sinking into Sasha’s bed, collapsing into the piles of blankets.
“So, what now?” She asked, getting up with sheet wrapped around her, searching for a shirt.
“Good question,” you huffed, looking up as she pulled a shirt over her chest.
She sat, then flopped back next to you, joining you in staring at the ceiling. You both sat there for a moment, the only thing you were able to hear was both of your breathing.
You two looked odd now, not like a couple, maybe two friends. Maybe that’s what you are now, friends.You sat in tshirts and underwear, side by side but not touching. Like two people that had a sleepover the night before, but not two people who had just had breakup sex.
“We move on,” you spoke out of the blue.
She turned to you eyes wide, staring at your side profile, waiting for an explanation. She didn’t get one. You didn’t have anything to say.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she whispered softly, still looking at you.
You took a minute, trying not to choke on your words, your throat tight, “Me either,” pausing once more before speaking again, “But we have to be, we have to,”
She took your hand, returning her gaze back to the ceiling, “Yeah, I know,” her voice was breathy, you could hear the tears in her eyes. You could feel the pain in the squeeze of your fingers on yours.
You sat there for a while, hands clasped together, breathing unsteady. You knew that this was actuallythe last time you’d be together as anything more than friends, anything more than exes. You had said that before. You’d had your last kiss the night you broke, the last time you’d touch her, but it hadn’t been true. It hadn’t even felt true then.
Now though, now you could feel it. It was over. You both knew that this was a mistake. There wasn’t the same urge to rekindle things like there was the night of your breakup. Now, there was only pain and regret. There was no working it out for you two. There was no marriage and happy ending. This relationship was over.
You took yet another deep breath, facing her for the first time since she laid down, “Sash, I need to go to home,”
She turned to you, the tears in her eyes so easy to see with the sun shining on her face, “Home? It’s weird to hear that and know it’s not our apartment,”
You took your hand to her face, wiping her tears, “It’ll get easier. It has to,”
She nodded her head. She fell into your shoulder, tears landing on your shirt as sobs wracked her body. You held her close to you, whispering that it would be ok. You hoped that was true. You couldn’t help the tears that slipped past your eyes as well.
Eventually her sobs turned into sniffles and she pulled away from you, sitting up, “You need to go home yeah?” Her face and eyes were red. You couldn’t leave this second. It felt so unresolved.
“Sasha, we are still friends. This doesn’t mean I’ll never see you again. You know that right?” You reminded at the look of grief on her face.
She nodded, tears still streaming down her face, “I know, but it’s not the same,”
“I know. It will be eventually though. We both deserve to be loved, and give love to someone,” you added. This relationship wasn’t fair to either of you. You couldn’t play pretend forever.
“I have so much to say, to apologize for,” she whispered to you.
You laid your head in her lap, “We have time for that. Not now though. Another time, I promise,”
She laughed, her hand on your face, bringing it up to look at her, “I’m so sorry,”
“I know. Like I said we have time for that later. We have the rest of our lives to rehash our relationship. Right now we need to let go,” you promised.
She just made a noise of agreement as you stood up, her hand still in yours. You paused, looking at her. You cupped her face in your hands, looking at her. She nodded her head and you captured her lips. There was none of the fire from last night. The kiss was filled with love and regret. It was soft, mixed with tears and snot not unlike your last last kiss. You didn’t want to be done, but eventually you pulled your lips from hers, tears streaming down both your faces.
Without any hesitation you said the words that ended your relationship, “I love you,”
At that, Sasha pulled away from you, her hand covering her mouth as she sobbed, “I wish I loved you, I really do,” the words were separated by gasps for air.
“I know,” you said softly, walking out the door of her bedroom. Leaving her crying, just like last time. You shut the door, laying your back on the wood surface and taking a deep breath. It took everything in you not to sink to the floor right then and there.
You didn’t though, you put one foot in front of the other and started to walk to the front door where your shoes laid.
Unfortunately for you, you ran into someone on the way. Annie was sitting in the kitchen, stirring her coffee. At the intrusion she looked up, expecting to see Sasha. When she didn’t she had to do a double take. She looked you up and down, her usual calculating gaze terrifying. Took a gulp of her coffee, setting it down, and gripping the counter. You were nervous, she wasn’t one to keep her opinions to herself.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking?” She asked in a tone less angry than the words sounded. It was a genuine question.
“We weren’t,” you sighed, it was the best explanation you could offer.
“You’re such an idiot,” she sighed, “Are you two getting back together?” The question was stiff, her voice right and eyes filled with dread.
You shook your head softly, “No. We both know it was a mistake. We are moving on. We’re going to try and move on,”
“That’s gone great so far,” she snarked.
You sighed. This is exactly what you didn’t want. You didn’t want your friend’s judgement. The stares of disappointment mixed with pity, “I’m tryingAnnie. It’s hard to just let go of years,”
She huffed, “I know. I’m sorry. Just don’t want either of you to get hurt,” she said, softer than before.
You cooed, “You do have a heart,” she looked up smiling, rolling her eyes in the process.
You wanted to leave at that. Walk out the door having resolved the issue with Annie. You couldn’t though. Not if you wanted what you have built since breaking up with Sasha.
“So,” she looked back at you, eyes already sharp at your shaky tone, “I don’t want Pieck to know,”
“Oh fuck you,” she said without any hesitation.
You smiled sheepishly, as she just stared at you, “Fuck. Ok, fine. My lips are sealed,” you let out a sigh of relief, but she added onto the statement, “but you haveto tell her eventually. I don’t do the whole secret thing,” she added, her conditions clear.
“Yeah, ok. Just give me some time?” You asked, practically pleading.
She nodded her head, “Don’t take too long to figure your shit out,”
You laughed softly, her words stinging a little. You were trying to get it together. It was just so hard.
“See you later,” you said bye, slipping your shoes on and walking out the door.
Once you were out the door you yet again took a second to breathe. You checked your phone seeing messages from Pieck. She had texted you all night, worried about where you had disappeared to. That pit of guilt in your stomach returned. You had left her hanging, lied to her. She asked if you were with Armin.
You walked to the bus quickly, looking quite rough. Your makeup was smeared down your face, your clothes disheveled. If anyone looked too closely it was clear you were doing the famous walk of shame. Walking the street, in the same clothes and makeup as last night, hickeys all over your body.
The bus ride was long, the guilt staying in place rather than the ebbing and flowing it had been doing the last 12 hours. Walking into your apartment you could only hope Pieck was still asleep. Shutting the door and slipping off your shoes, you realized she wasn’t.
The lights were on. You could hear the almost whistle of the tea kettle. You set your bag down and made your way into the kitchen, preparing for this conversation.
At your entrance her face shot up, a look of relief crossing it. There was that stab of guilt again. You sat on the stool by the counter, smiling at her, and trying not to grimace.
Then the questions started, “Where were you?” She asked voice filled with concern, “Why are you wearing a different shirt?”
You hesitated, weighing your options before speaking, “I was with Armin. The party was a lot for both of us so we left,” you weighed your options and ended up lying, “My phone died,” explaining your absence of texts, “As for the clothes it was at Amrin’s. I left it awhile back,”
She looked at you, she trusted your words, and nodded her head without a second thought.
Guilt.
She believed you so easily.
“I’m glad you were with Armin,” she sighed, “but you should’ve charged your phone or told me, or something. I was worried,”
Fuck Fuck Fuck.
“No need to worry. What time did you go home?” You asked, trying so desperately to change the conversation.
“Probably not long after you did,” you had no idea what time you left, “Parties aren’t really my thing,”
“Mine either,” you laughed.
She smiled up at you, it was bright, soft. She was beautiful, “That’s why I thought you’d go home with Armin. Glad I was right,”
Shit Shit Shit.
Lying. You lied. Over and over. And you’d have to keep lying if you were going to keep this up. Everyone would.
“Yeah. Armin asked me to call him when I got home. You know to make sure I got home safe,” grabbing your stuff you hustled up the stairs, ignoring Pieck’s reply of what was surely just an ok.
You shut the door to your room, and sat on the edge of your bed. While finding Armin’s contact, your leg was bouncing up and down. You were asking someone else to lie for you now. You stood, knowing once you got on the phone you’d be pacing around the room.
The phone rang and rang. You sort of hoped he wouldn’t answer. That you would have a few more minutes to think.
“Hello?” Armin’s calming voice came over the phone. It was like waves crashing back and forth. It was relaxing, smooth, the same pattern, crashing softly.
You took a breath, “Hey Armin,”
“What’s up? Where’d you go last night? Are you ok?” Ah, the calming pattern was gone. The waves were a little faster, a little louder, his voice was slightly higher than normal, questions falling through the phone at a fast pace.
“I’mfine.I needed to ask you for a favor. It’s actually about where I went last night,” you asked.
“You asking me for something is never good,” he laughed, “What happened last night?”
You had no reason to lie to Armin, so you just bit the bullet, “I went home with Sasha,” unnecessarily you explained further, “I slept with Sasha,”
You heard an intake and output of a deep breath, “Yeah I got that,” his voice was stable. The calm before the storm.
“What exactly does that have to do with me?” He questioned, you could hear the dread in his voice.
You continued pacing the room, your hands shaking slightly, “I lied to Pieck. I said I was with you,”
“Fuck,”the storm, “Why exactly would you do that. Why would you drag me into this,” he wasn’t mad, he was whining. Which was practically worse than anger. You’d actually never seen Armin mad. The storm was always a mope and a whine. You could see his shoulders dropping and a pout in his face from over the phone.
“Hey,”shit, you shouldn’t have dragged him into this, “I can go back downstairs right now and tell her the truth. I would never make you lie for me. I know you hate lying. There’s no hard feelings if you say no,” you need to make it exceptionally clear that you did not expectArmin to lie for you, you just hoped that he would.
You waited with baited breath, waiting for his response.
“Yeah. Whatever, if Pieck asks I’ll say you were with me. She probably won’t anyway,” he said. He wasn’t angry, a little peeved at the idea of lying to one of his friends, but not angry. His voice was still in a whine, the waves not yet settled.
“Thank you Armin. I won’t lie forever, I promise,”
You could hear a sigh of relief on the other end, “Good. I’m not too great at lying. Take care of yourself, ok?”
“Yeah. I’ll try,” you responded, hoping your friends wouldn’t hate you for this.
Armin was looking out for you. You, on the other hand, were on an accidental path of destruction.
You hung up the phone, taking a sigh of relief that it was wrapped up. Your story was pretty much airtight now that Armin agreed. Eventuallyyou’d have to come clean, but for now you were ok. For now you can pretend everything is normal. That you didn’t sleep with Sasha last night.
You walked down the stairs, running your hands over your face as you did so. Preparing yourself to see Pieck again. Really, all you wanted to do was act fine.
So, that’s what you did. You went downstairs, piled under blankets with Pieck and watched movies.
You sat all day laughing at stupid lines with her. She looked at you, studying your face when you weren’t looking, and you did the same to her. Following the curve of her nose to her lips, eyes focusing there. Her lips looked soft. You wanted to kiss her.
Oh fuck. You wanted to kiss her.
You shoved the feelings down opting to turn forward again focusing on the tv. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You refused to make another bad decision. Once was enough for today. You ran your hand over your face trying to refocus, putting your attention back on the TV.
That’s genuinely all you two did all day. Snacking on popcorn and other food that wouldn’t constitute as an actual meal, watching corny rom coms, many of them gay ones. They held the same coming out story in each.
“These are bad,” you laughed. The latest movie being socheesy. The couple had just kissed at graduation, one of the most cheesy places to get together. That and in the rain. Even worse if it’s both.
She giggled, “But they’re so good,” she leaned into you, laying her head onto your shoulder.
“Mmm. Yeah, but still pretty bad,” you agreed, laying your head on top of hers.
The movies were painful to watch. Each one held the same or similar storylines. Each ended the same, happy. The couple resolved their conflict and lived happily ever after. No matter how bad they were, they were absolutely addicting.It was the perfect balm to your guilt and regret.
You watched a few more movies. Slowly the living room got darker, the sun setting and night taking over the sky. The only light in the room was the tv and the moonlight that was pouring in through the windows. Now that it was later, Pieck was practically asleep on your shoulder.
You set the bowl of popcorn on the table softly, trying not to move too much. You then reached over to her, pushing her hair out of her face. Her eyes fluttered fully open from their half shut state. She looked so beautiful like this, completely relaxed, so close to you you could feel her stray hairs on your face. You smiled kindly at her calm face.
“Come on, let’s go to sleep baby,” the pet name slipping from your mouth with ease.
She smashed her face into your neck, breath hot and tickling, “So much work,” she groaned. You tried not to gasp at the feeling of her voice shaking your skin. She was in direct contact with your healing hickeys. You prayed she hadn’t seen them.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go to bed,” you pulled her up by her hands and she stood dramatically, ignoring her complaints.
She trailed behind you at a leisurely pace, her feet shuffling across the floor. You let go of her hand near her room. You kept walking past her room, going to yours. That’s when you felt a hand grab at your wrist and you stopped. Pieck was looking at you with tired eyes and a pout.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, voice soft and small in the quiet of the dark hallway.
She pulled you closer to her, “Come sleep with me,” she must not have realized the affects her words had as your body lit up, feeling like someone had just dumped boiling water on you.
“Yeah, of course,” you responded, following her into her room.
She settled into bed quickly, pulling the blankets up and laying her head down. She was asleep before you knew it, curled up into you. Her knees were curled into her chest. Her head was laying below your clavicle. She was perfectly wormed into you. Like puzzle pieces completing each other.
All you could feel was the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, but your eyes were getting heavy. With the feeling and smell of Pieck surrounding you it was easier to calm your increased breathing and heart rate.
You put your arms around her waist and buried your face in her hair. She let out a sigh of contentment, and you tried not to cry.
This is what you should have been doing last night. Now was notthe time to live in the past though. Right now, Pieck was sitting clung to you in her sleep. Right now she still trusts you. You needed to stop and enjoy that before unpacking the rest of your life out of the boxes you’d sealed haphazardly.
Soon enough your eyes were closed and the only thoughts you were having were ones about Pieck.
✩ Summary ✩ You and Sasha leave the party, making some interesting decisions as you do. You decide to throw caution to the wind and save your regrets for later. Maybe that wasn’t the best decision ✩
✩ Warnings ✩ NSFW, Smut, F x F, oral, fingering, hickeys, use of princess baby and good girl, Switch! Reader and Switch! Sasha, cursing, angst ✩
Kissing Sasha one more time, you pulled away. Your lips felt cold without hers on them. The hands she had on your thighs felt sohot, they were burning every inch of skin they touched. The contrasting temperatures had you panting into her now that you were coming up for air.
Sasha was trying to go in to kiss you again when you stopped her, hands pressing against her chest, “I thought we were going home?” You asked, breath heaving, all while you were trying to resist the urge to crash your lips into hers again.
“Yeah, we should,” she agreed, but she leaned in biting into your shoulder, hands inching up your thighs closer to where your core was. She didn’t seem like she had any intention of actually stopping.
“Fuck,”you groaned at the pressure on your shoulder and the wetness between your legs, “We need to go before someone sees,” you added, finally outwardly acknowledging the wrongness of this interaction.
At that she halted the movement of her hands and pulled them off your neck, she brought her lips to your ears, lips touching it, “Ashamed of me baby? Aren’t we just two people making out?”
You scooted away from her slightly, her face now farther away, but her hands were still climbing closer to your pant buttons. “You know it’s more than that. You knowour friends will rip us to shreds. You know we’re more than just two people making out,”
“I know. Fuck, I know,” she pulled away making eye contact with you, “I just want to be withyou again. I’m sorry, I’m sosorry,”
“Stop apologizing. Save it for another time. Just take me home and fuck me already,” you ignored her apology, not letting the reminder of your breakup sting too much. Not when you were so close to being with Sasha again. Not when you were soclose to feeling whole again.
“Yes ma’am,” she laughed, now pulling away from you completely.
She helped you off the counter, grabbing your hand as you hopped from the counter. You made your way out of the kitchen, giggling into each other. The interaction felt so light. It reminded you of when your relationship had just started. When the two of you were just freshmen with no clue where your lives, or your relationships were going. Now you were two PhD students who were broken up. You had no future together, there was no hope. You two knew exactly how this was going to end. Horribly.
You two got closer to the door. Her arm was around your waist, her other hand was intertwined with yours. You were almost out of the party, almost home free. Free to spend the night with her, have anight of freedom. It was going sowell.
Itwas going so well. That is until you bumped into Eren. StupidFuckingEren Yeager.
You really had no problem with Eren. He was, is, your friend. However, to get him to keep this from Mikasa, keep this from Pieck, was going to be a lot of work.
He looked at you two. His hair was pulled into a ponytail, he was wearing a stupid green shirt and jeans. As stupid looking as ever. He looked you both up and down. He smirked at your intertwined hands and laughed slightly.
“You two are a mess,” those were the only words he muttered.
You rolled your eyes, “So help me Yeager you go telling everyone and their mom about this…” you were cut off.
“Hey. If you two want to have breakup sex that is not mine or anyoneelse’s buissness,” he added.
He stopped for second before speaking again, “It’s good to see you though. It’s been awhile,” then he did something he usually didn’t, pulled you in for a hug, “Figure your shit out dumbass,” he whispered before pulling away.
You nodded your head dumbly, as he smiled sort of sadly at you. It seemed easier than expected to get him to agree to that. You couldn’t tell if that was good or not.
Once again you were reminded of how badofadecision this was. Eren didn’t care what you did, he really didn’t. He did however care about who you hurt, yourself included. You and Sasha were going to end up hurting because of this, and he didn’t want that.
Right now though, with the idea of feeling loved again running through your head, you didn’t care about being hurt later. You wanted relief now.
“Good to see you Eren,” you said, before once again grabbing Sasha’s hand and booking it out of the party.
Once you were finally outside it wasn’t hard to find Sasha’s car. Lucky for you two you were of clear mind and body. Both of you were stone cold sober, except the second hand smoke you surely had inhaled.
The ride was quiet. The car was filled with the buzz of anticipation and both of your racing thoughts. You weren’t idiots, you knew this was a bad idea. You both recognized it. During the car ride you were busy playing out the different outcomes in your head. You could only pray that your lack of restraint wouldn’t bite you in the ass too hard. Besides the feeling of excitement and dread, the car radio hummed a song, one you didn’t know but could catch onto quickly, trying to distract from the reality of the situation.
The reality being you just left a party that you attended with a girl you were madly in love with in high school and maybe now, to fuck your ex. An ex who has made it very clear your relationship has no future. The reality was all your friends would disapprove of your choices. That they would yet again be disappointed in your poor coping skills.
The facts only made you want it more. It made you want someone to want you, to like you, to love you. It felt like all you could do was make bad decisions, ones that hurt you, and everyone around you. Tonight though, at least for a few hours, you would feel sogood.
You were so sick of feeling like this. Feeling like you didn’t belong. Feeling like everyone hates you. Feeling like all you are to your friends is someone to be worried about. You felt this intense sense of pressure with your every move.
Tonight. Just for tonight you wanted to let go of all of that. Let go of the fear of disappointing everyone and feel loved.Even if that decision fucked things up.
Your depreciating, probably much too dramatic, thoughts were halted when her car pulled into a parking lot. You got out of the car finally realizing this wasn’t the apartment you two had shared. She had moved.
Oh, she had moved. She didn’t want to stay in the remnants of your guys’ dead relationship either. Maybe her guilt was too much to bear. You hoped not, or maybe you hoped so.You couldn’t tell if you wanted her to be happy or to hurt,the way that you did.
You got out and walked to the front of the car meeting her there. She reached out a hand and you hesitantly took it. You two walked into the building. She hit the button on the elevator to what you assumed to be her floor.
Taking a look around the complex your stomach seemed to flip. Shit.You knew exactly where you were, “Are you staying with Annie?”
She looked over to you surprised you recognized it all, let alone so fast, “Yeah? Mikasa just moved out so she needed a roommate, and obviously I needed a place,” she explained.
For some reason that hurt a little. You had said no sides, but your emotions seemed to betray you. It felt a little like Annie had decided Sasha was the better friend here, that she was picking heroveryou. Maybe she was. You tried to push those thoughts away, reminding yourself that you didn’t want this breakup to affect your friends’ relationships.
The other thought that rushed into your head was that someone elsewould know. Annie andEren would know what you and Sasha were doing.
Stepping onto the elevator you let the thoughts fester again. You weighed the pros and the cons, again. When the elevator opened with a ping, signaling your arrival, the list floated out of your head in an instant. You decided to throw caution to the wind and the list of cons that were surely out weighing the pros out the window.
You two stepped into her apartment kicking your shoes off. In only seconds all the doubt either of you had fled from your bodies. The night had finallybegun.
She had pushed you up against the wall near the door. You moaned at the sudden presence of her lips on yours. You two were on fire. Your bodies were on fire.All you could feel, all you could think about was Sasha and her touch.
You were panting as her hands finally made their way under your shirt onto your tits. There was no couth in the movement, it was purely her wanting her hands on you, now. The pressure of her pawing you over your bra wasn’t enough, you needed more.
“Sash,”fuck, she felt so good, her knee was practically fucking you. It was sitting between your thighs, the friction of your pants and her leg killing you. All you could feel was the growing heat in between your thighs, her hands on your chest. You needed more.
More More More. “Bedroom,now,”you demanded. You hoped she could understand you. Your plea was mostly a moan.
“Anything you want, baby. Anything for you,” so she did hear you, thank god.
She squeezed your breasts one more time, groaning at the feeling, before she pulled away. She led you down the hallway by your hands. You stumbled behind her still high on pleasure. It took way too long, it was way too hot. You needed these clothes off now.
You managed to wait until you got to her room and locked the door before your shirt flew over your head. Sasha was standing in front of you, staring at the process. She looked like a starved animal. She was practically drooling at the sight of your skin.
You thanked Godthat you had decided to wear matching lingerie. The way that she was looking at your chest had your heart fluttering. She wanted you. Under her stare you felt nervous taking off the next layer but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before. You claimed yourself and your pants fell to the floor.
You walked over to her looping your hands around her neck. She finally looked up from staring at your body into your eyes.
She looked at you with a puzzled expression,” What’s wrong baby,”
You laughed at her look of confusion and concern. You leaned in giving her a light kiss on the lips and leaning your head into her neck, “You’re wearing too many clothes,”
At that she groaned, pushing you off lightly, moving you closer to the end of her bed, “So fucking cheesy. Got we all worried,”
She stripped her dress off. Her bra and underwear alsomatched. You were fucking drooling at her thighs. God, they got even better under the dress. They could crush you. Her underwear was a dark red, it matched her dress. It looked like it was sewn by gods and placed on her body. The lacy material fit her so well. It was beautiful, but you wanted nothing more than to tear it off of her.
You realized Sasha was smirking at you, probably because your jaw was on the floor and you were staring at the abs that were coming through because of basketball season. You couldn’t have that now, she was toococky.
“Matching underwear,” you walked closer, pulling at the bra strap, “Did you think someone besides me would fuck you tonight?”
“No baby, no. Was thinking about you when I put them on,” she was whining. Fuckyou missed that sound. Acts so tough but one touch and she’s a puddle.
“Did you think of me?” Her head was in your neck, her voice tinged with hope as she asked the question.
You let go of the bra strap, it slapped her skin, not hard just enough to hurt, just sting a little. She moaned, god always such a freak.
“No princess. I’m sorry, I wasn’tthinking of you,” you responded.
At that her head shot up. It seemed the submissiveness left. She didn’t look hurt. She looked like she wanted to fuck sense into you.
She pushed you onto the bed. You fell back easily, laughing that your attempt at getting her fired up had worked. She was so easy to get riled up.
She was at the edge of the bed too, her arms and legs trapping you there.
She made a move for your neck, again. Shit, you were going to be all kinds of marked up. That was a problem for later. Right now all you could do is roll your eyes back at the kisses that we’re currently running down your body.
She was making her way down your stomach, leaving a trail of blossoming hickeys. She stopped at your bra, looking up at you for permission. You nodded quickly and lifted your back off the bed. She reached a hand back and unclasped the bra. She threw it off your body and immediately her mouth was on your chest.
You arched into her, your back coming off the bed, your eyes rolling back. Her lips were locked around your nipple, her tongue swirling in a way that had your panties soaked. Her hand came up to the other side pinching it softly. When she did, you groaned, the pain and pleasure too much to handle. You could feel her smile at the sound. She switched, her hand coming to the nipple her mouth had been on and vice versa. Just when it was getting sogood, she pulled away.
You whined at the loss of pleasure, and she laughed breathily, “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,”
She continued kissing and nipping down your stomach until she got to the lace of your underwear. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight she looked up for permission. Your response was a buck of your hips, practically begging for her to touch you.
She smiled, pulling your underwear down your legs and flinging them across the room without a care in the world.
“So wet all for me?” She teased, bringing her fingers to your folds. She laughed, “So pretty baby,”
“Sash, more,” shit you were whining, “please,”
“Of course,” she smirked, plunging two of her fingers into you.
You couldn’t help but let out what was probably a scream, a quiet (ish) one, but still a scream at the pleasure that came from her fingers finallybeing back in you.
She moaned at the feeling as well, loving the feeling of her fingers being back in you. Her movements stayed consistent, she was bringing her fingers in and out. Two fingers sliding into your wet walls, over and over again. The pressure was building in your stomach, your orgasm probably not far, but something was missing.
You whined again, “More, I need more,” you pleaded.
Sasha looked up at you from her place staring at your wet sex. God, she had missed that look. You were glowing, with sweat and sex drenching your skin and the room surrounding you. Your face was relaxed, but your brows were furrowed with the frustration of not quitecumming, but being soclose. Your eyes were tired but had so much fire behind them.
She pulled her fingers out of you. You cried out at the loss, whining pathetically.
She hushed you, attaching her mouth to you. You squealed at the feeling, bucking straight into her mouth. She groaned at the taste of you on her lips. She had missed this. Missed you pulling at her hair, suctioning her mouth to you even further, the pain of the tugs making her even wetter than she was.
Her tongue was lapping at every inch she could reach. She breached inside and you writhed under her, beads of sweat running down your face, wanting so badly to cum. She could feel it in the way you tensed, your vagina walls squeezing down. She flicked her tongue a few more times, before moving mouth to a higher location. Your oh so needyclit.
She brought her lips to it as your mouth opened, a soundless scream on your face. You gripped her hair even harder. You were so close. She knew you needed just a little push, she knew you so well. She took her middle, pointer, and ring finger, pushing them into your soaked, tight, pussy, moaning at the stretch.
If you thought you were feeling good then, you were on fucking cloud nine now. She was still attacking your clit, tongue flicking it. She was pulling her fingers in and out, in and out. Then, she curled her fingers, hitting that spot that felt so good. Your whole body was on fire again. You felt fireworks behind your eyes. She kept going, curling her fingers and hitting your g-spot over and over again.
You pulled her hair so hard she brought her mouth off of you to groan, but continued fucking you through your orgasm with her fingers. Her hand could hardly move. You were squeezing so hard. You looked gorgeous.You were shaking as you moaned, your mouth completely open, eyes rolled back into your head, and your hips arched so far they weren’t even touching the bed. The room smelt of sweat and sex, a smell both of you had missed so much.
You came down from your high, hips falling back into the bed, instead of bucking up into the air. You were gasping for air. You hadn’t felt that good in a longtime. Towards the end of your relationship the sex got lazy.Of course you were attracted to each other, but you got into a routine. That interaction, however, was nota part of the routine.
You were taking a minute to catch your breath when you heard Sasha speak, “Can I clean you up,”
“Yes. God yes” you knew exactly what that meant.
Once again her face was smashed between your thighs. This time she was lapping up the wetness she had caused. She was eating you out like a rabid dog.
“So good baby,” she told you gripping your thighs close to her face as you moaned.
Her tongue was searching every centimeter of your pussy, soaking up every bit of this, enjoying every second.
You were completely fucked out, you had already came once, after being cut off so many times, all you felt was an overwhelmed sense of pleasure. You were a moaning mess, completely overstimulated. Tears were streaming down your face at the feelings.
The final straw was her bringing her fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles. You came almost immediately at the touch. It was all just too much.
Your orgasm was faster this time around, she didn’t fuck you through, knowing it would be too much after the intense pleasure. Instead she crawled up near your face, kissing your lips softly, helping you relax.
“You did so good baby, so good,” she whispered running her hand up and down your waist and hips.
You nodded your head into your neck, finally recovering from the two orgasms. In between your legs was sticky, even after Sasha’s “clean up” attempt. Actually it was definitely messier now, a mix of cum and spit.
“I’ll go get some water,” Sasha said, getting off you and the bed.
She leaned down and kissed your forehead, walking out of the room.
You sat up, gathering your thoughts. She came back in, still in her bra and underwear. She handed you the water, and you chugged. You would need it.
You set the glass down, and grabbed her by the hips, “Your turn princess,” you smirked.
“No, it’s ok. You’re tired. Just wanted to make you feel good” she responded.
“We don’t have to, but I want to. I’m wide awake now. If this is it for us. If we’re pretending tonight and tonight only I want to make the most of it,” you reminded.
She looked panicked at the reminder, like she had forgotten that’s all this was, just a night. She relaxed leaning down you to, lips almost on top of yours, “The point of pretending is not bringing it up,” she leaned in fully kissing your lips.
You locked your hands around her neck, pulling her down to you, attaching your legs around her waist to help. Once she was back in the bed with you, you flipped her on her back. Now, you were on top of her.
She gasped at the turn of events, but didn’t have much time to recover as you attached your lips to her neck. You groaned at the feeling. You had missed this, the taste of her skin, the smell of her mid-sex, it was a magical feeling, a magical smell. She seemed to have a similar reaction, her mouth falling open at the feeling of your teeth grazing her skin.
You ran your hands down her waist, feeling the muscles tense with every touch, “Relax baby. Gonna make you feel sogood,” she whined, leaning into your touch.
Your hands met on her back, her body arching up towards you. You unclasped her bra strap with ease, pulling the red item off her wet skin. Her nipples were already hard, obviously from lust, the room was hot and you were both layered in sweat. Your hands immediately found their way to her tits, pinching her nipples as she moaned, the high pitch whines, making you laugh. You kissed down her chest, making your way to her left breast, wrapping your tongue around her nipple. Your other hand was occupied on her other breast, while she continued to moan softly. You eventually switched, making sure each appendage got the same amount of attention.
You removed yourself, her whining at the loss, you laughed, “Patience Sash,” she nodded, so agreeable when she’s like this.
You continued down her stomach, leaving a trail of bite marks and kisses. You made it to her hip bones, where her underwear sat just below. You could feel how anxious she was to have you touch her by the way she was wiggling her hips. You smirked, going to suck on her hip bones, leaving something to remember you by, rather than satisfying her more animalisticurges.
“Stop teasing,” she begged, voice breathy. She was bucking her hips into you.
“Sash, patience baby,” you reminded, leaving her hips to go kiss her lips.
“Just want you,” she whined, she sounded so pitiful like this. She looked pitiful too, her stomach and hips covered in half formed hickeys, shaking with anticipation, and her face in a pout.
You laughed softly, holding her face in your hands, “I know baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me, such a good girl,” you murmured into her neck.
She moaned at the compliment, always so responsive to the simplest of words.
You reached your hands down into her underwear, fingers running through her slit.
“Oh, so wet, all for me?” It was such a cheesy line but you had to, the girl was absolutely fucking soaked.
“For you. Only you,” she just whined, she barely made any sense, the words tumbling out of her mouth without a second thought.
You smirked, pushing your two fingers in achingly slow. You could feel her tense, then relax at the intrusion. Her hand now laid wrapped around your wrist. You continued, pushing in and out so slowly, you weren’t even dipping your fingers all the way in, just far enough for her to want more. She was practically fucking herself on your fingers, her hips rocking up with every touch you made.
“Princess I thought you were being good?” You pushed her hips down as she whined, grabbing at your wrist again trying to push your fingers into her needy cunt.
“So good, I’m so good,” she responded, still trying to grab your wrist.
“Baby good girls aren’t so needy. You need some patience,” she interrupted you, “Just want you, please,”
You plucked her hand off of your wrist, “I’ll fuck you when Idecide to,” you made your way back down to between her thighs.
You pulled her underwear down. She expelled a sigh of relief as you smiled. You took a moment to just stare at her, her perfect pussy. God she really was soaked, she was dripping onto the sheets. She needed you sobad.
You decided to play with her a little more. You bit her inner thighs, probably hard enough to leave a mark. Her thighs tensed and her hands found your scalp. She was dying without your touch. You were impressed she had lasted this long without being a complete brat.
You finally gave in bringing your tongue to the plethora of wetness Sasha had produced because of you. Both of you moaned together, well you groaned at the taste and smell of her, while she was feeling the relief of finally being touched where she needed you so bad.
You ran your tongue up her slit once before completely diving in. Your tongue was wrapped around her clit, spinning circles around the bud as she cried out. You didn’t hold back, at this point she had waited long enough. You took your fingers, and plunged them in the slowness of before now gone. She practically screamed, writhing under you as she bucked her hips, begging for release.
You kept going in and out with a slight scissoring of your fingers, and then curling them slightly, the mixed motions having her on the edge.
She was chanting at this point, the noises were so lewd, her juices flooding out at a rapid pace, “So close, so close, gonna cum,”
At that you pulled out your fingers and removed your mouth from her cunt. It was painful for you, letting go of her warmth for a second. For her though, it was unbearable. She cried out, legs kicking in frustration and arms falling on the bed dramatically, as she huffed.
She looked at you anger in her eyes, “Did you ask?” You said as a look of relazation dawned on her face.
“No, I’m sorry, so sorry. I’ll be good,” she begged, grabbing your hands, if she was more coherent she would probably be begging on her hands and knees, “Can I cum, can I please cum,” she finally asked.
You smiled, kissing her softly, your lips coated in the taste of her. She moaned at the action, turned on by the idea of your mouth coming straight from her pussy to her lips.
You pulled away from her mouth, a string of spit and Sasha’s cum connecting your lips, “Since you asked so nicely princess,” you pulled away, making your way back down to her core.
Your thumb circled her clit. She was so soaked it was hard to keep your fingers in place, so you quickly replaced the finger with your tongue. You slid your fingers back into her, curling them into the spongy part of her cunt, causing her to completely let go, she was so close. You continued to press into her, going as far as to add a third finger, and she wrapped her legs around you tightly, ankles hooking on your back.
She was a moaning mess, yelling out what you assumed to be the words, cumming, fuck, and your name, over and over. At the rapid movements, she tensed around you, her cunt clenching so tightly you could only keep your fingers in place as her cum seeped out of her. You continued your attack on her clit, but slowed, bringing her down from her orgasm slowly.
Eventually, she came down and you were able to pull your fingers from her with a squelch. You brought them up to her lips. Her mouth was open and she was panting, catching her breath from the strenuous activity. Noticing your action though, she stuck her tongue out, waiting eagerly. You plopped your fingers on her tongue and she wrapped her lips around them, sucking them clean. You moaned at the feeling of the suction on your fingers, and the pornagraphic image of her sucking her own cum off your fingers.
You pulled your fingers back out, smiling at her fucked out face. She was covered in a layer of sweat and looked seconds from falling asleep.
You leaned in kissing her forehead, “You were so good princess,” you muttered into her skin.
She smiled softly nodding. You had missed that look so much. The soft look of peace and delight that graced her face after sex and praise. You suddenly remembered what this was. It was one night. She didn’t love you. She didn’t feel the same warmth in her chest that you did right now. She didn’t feel any love.
The memory had you getting out of the bed. You pulled on a shirt that she had in her drawer, one of yours that you slept in. She must have kept it. The thought made you want to cry as you looked back at the sleeping girl on the bed. She was holding onto pieces of you just as you were her.
You walked into her bathroom, pulling out a towel and warming it with water. You cleaned yourself off, not wanting to sleep with sticky thighs. You pulled on your underwear that had been discarded earlier. You warmed the towel once more, bringing it into the room, and cleaning up Sasha. The act had your throat tensing. It felt sodomestic. You wanted this for the rest of your life, but it wasn’t yours to have. You finished cleaning her up watching the bruises blossom on her stomach and hips, nowhere they would be seen.
You went and got a pair of underwear for her, slipping them up her legs. She was conscious enough to lift her hips and muttered a thank you. You whispered back assuring her it was fine.
You pulled the comforter over her mostly nude body, not wanting her to get cold. You slipped under the blanket, next to her. You faced the wall rather than her. You couldn’t handle sleeping in the same bed as her, touching her, knowing none of it was real.
You covered your mouth as tears and sobs slipped out at a rapid pace. One minute you were on top of the world, the next regretting your decision. You had convinced yourself all night you didn’t care about the blowback of this, but now that it was over you felt like you were dying. You should have listened to your more rational thoughts rather than throwing caution to the wind.
This wasn’t right. You two broke up. You two were over. There was no future, yet you had just fucked each other with more heat than you had in months. You had just gone back on everything you had promised your friends. Instead of reaching out you slept with her. You used Pieck to make Sasha jealous even though all she had done was be there for you. You couldn’t deny there was more going with Pieck than you had admitted, and you had usedher to have sex with Sasha.
You looked up at the ceiling sleep finally taking over, your mind racing but your body exhausted. Tears were running down your face and the only thought you had was, this was a mistake.
Warnings: AoT s1 spoilers. Mentions of death. Mentions of injuries.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Word Count: 2026
Listen To: Til My Heart Stops
A/N: I’m only half-way through s2, so I know practically nothing about the show lol. I tried my best writing this shortly after finishing s1. If you send asks about AoT, please don’t send any spoilers! <3
“They’re back!”
Chaos soon erupted in the streets. One of the young boys was running around, screaming, almost cheering, and if it hadn’t been for that hope in his voice, I nearly thought he meant that the Titans had returned. If that were true… No. That morning, we watched the Survey Corps leave to lure the remaining Titans away from the walls, so how could the Titans come back for us? If it weren’t the Titans, then it had to be the Survey Corps. It had to be him.
“They’re at the gates! The Survey Corps is back!”
I dropped the dishes in the sink and ran for the door. People were already lining the sidewalks while waiting for the returning soldiers to make their march through the city up to their barracks. Some had roses. I wasn’t sure if the flowers were for the survivors or to commemorate the dead or both. I had no flowers or gifts. All I could bear to do was start running toward the outer wall to see if I could catch up to the parade of soldiers until I heard the racket down the street. Protestors were yelling about their taxes, of course. Families were shouting for their sons or daughters in the Corps. Brokenhearted husbands and wives were falling into the arms of Squad Leaders who were giving them bad news. I refused to be such a widow.
“Look how many of them have returned since this morning,” a gossip whispered to her friend. “Less than half, if I had to guess. Pity.”
I almost wanted to smack her for being so crass.
Still, I ignored as much of the crowd as I could as I balanced on my toes to see over the heads of those in front of me as I searched for him. He’d be on a horse. In his station as Lance Corporal, he’d be on a horse. I’d see him…
I clasped my hands together, almost in prayer, silently begging to see him again. Erwin was leading the next Squad. I saw an elderly man run into the road to bother Erwin with questions of his daughter, but when Erwin didn’t say anything, the man stumbled over to the next man he saw. It was him. He was staring straight ahead, his head held high while his horse trotted along gently under him. The father called out, but he still didn’t look down. I pushed through the crowd in front of me, shoving a protestor roughly to the side with a glare before stepping onto the cobblestone street.
I reached out with my arm and shouted, “Levi!”
He quickly glanced over at me.
“Levi!”
Within an instant, he led his horse over to my side of the road, weaving through the maze of tired and injured soldiers. I smiled up at him. He was home. Yet, he didn’t smile back— Though I wasn’t exactly surprised. Whenever he did these marches back from outside, he tried his best to maintain the tough, inhuman persona of Lance Corporal Levi until we could be back at home where it was just us two.
Levi swung his right leg over his horse and gently dropped on it rather than his left leg, which was his dominant side. He even winced when his arm got caught over his head a bit by the reins. What had happened out there? Had he been so badly wounded? Would he even be able to make it up to the barracks? He shouldn’t have gotten off his horse for me if he couldn’t get back on—
I hardly realized that he had limped his way around his horse so quickly until his good arm was raised for his hand to cup my cheek, then he was kissing me. We tilted slightly to the right as he pressed me backwards. It was his leg. He was keeping all of his weight off of his left side— I should have said something, but he was still kissing me passionately, and I couldn’t do anything but hold his face in my hands.
And then we had to breathe.
As he pulled away, he kept his forehead and nose pressed against mine, his eyes falling shut. “Later.”
I nodded vaguely. “Later.”
He had to go off to be Lance Corporal Levi again, and I couldn’t stop him. So, I let him go as he limped back to his horse and carefully remounted with grimaces of pain. I’d have to tend to those later. That was what he always meant by his gentle “later” he always whispered to me after coming back. Granted, he’d never come over to kiss me like that before, but there was always at least a glance in my direction and a note of, “Later,” before he’d continue marching. Levi was a stubborn man with a stubborn pride. He hated the idea of letting anyone see him go to the infirmary, and he hated the idea of anyone seeing him vulnerable. I supposed he had just broken one of his own rules, but at the very least, he’d still refuse to go to the infirmary. That was always my job. Later. He’d let me tend to his wounds later. He’d tell me as much as he could later. He’d cry about all of it later.
I followed him as he continued uphill towards the barracks. Erwin was still leading the pack, and Levi was only a few steps ahead, but I couldn’t find the rest of his Squad. I moved to get a look inside one of the wagons long enough to see Eren Jaeger, a problem child for Levi, holding the hand of Mikasa Ackerman who was a soldier Levi had been eager to have on his team. I couldn’t spot the others. Granted, I hardly knew them. I had met each of them once so long ago, I could only guess what they would look like now after seeing and enduring so much. Levi told me surveying changed people. I wondered if I had known him before he joined the Corps if I would have noticed a big difference in him. When he was with me, he talked and smiled and cried. Deep down, I knew that was the real Levi Ackerman, and perhaps that was the real him before Lance Corporal Levi, too.
At the barracks, guards pushed back the crowd to keep out protestors and wailing mourners who were demanding answers from Erwin. Thankfully, however, Levi waved me through. He wasn’t technically supposed to do such a thing, but the guards would never question a Lance Corporal, especially Levi with the reputation he carried. So, when I was through, they closed the doors until the next Squad’s arrival. Levi rode over to the stables. I trudged through the mud to get to him, but as stubborn as he was, he tried to get off his horse before I could help. He cried out when his right leg slipped on the mud and he got himself on his injured left leg. I ran to him as best I could.
“Don’t let me fall,” he whispered to me while I tucked my arm under and around him.
I nodded. “I won’t.”
Many of the soldiers, including Eren, were already heading into the infirmary, while others were walking to the dining hall for stew. None of them were looking at the stables. Even Erwin had left his horse to drink at the stables before quickly going to the infirmary to take count of how many made it back. I held onto Levi the best I could while taking him to a hay bale to sit on.
“It’s my arm and leg,” he explained. “I think I broke them.”
I inspected his arm first. Taking his wrist in my grip, I gently moved his arm about until he winced, signaling it couldn’t go any further. It wasn’t broken, but his shoulder was certainly pushed out of its socket, and his elbow had been beaten and bruised to hell. As for his leg, it was certainly broken. From hip to ankle, it was shattered to the point I was surprised he was able to ride at all. He should have gone in a wagon.
“I’ll have to bandage you up at home.”
Levi nodded.
“You should let Erwin cart you back.”
“No.”
I glared up at him for using his stern voice with me.
“I can make it on my own,” he corrected. “The worms need carts; Not me.”
I rolled my eyes and helped him back up his feet, letting him lean against me again so that he didn’t put any weight on his bad leg.
It was hell getting back to the house. We had to go around the parade so no one saw him, and when we did happen to run into a soldier, he immediately stood tall to acknowledge their salute with a short nod. Once we were there, though, it was a breeze. He sat on the edge of the bed while I grabbed bandages to sling his arm in and stiffen his leg so that it could heal properly. He was silent the entire time. While I propped up his elbow and wrapped the bandages all the way around his shoulder to his wrist. I knew he’d hate it, but it was the best way to help him heal after I popped his shoulder back into his socket. It was like putting a cone on a dog. Without it there, he’d only hurt himself all over again.
“I wasn’t there,” he said suddenly.
“For what?” I asked casually, wrapping his leg.
“Petra… Gunther… Eld… Oluo… They’re gone. They’re all gone.”
I swallowed hard.
“It’s my fault.”
Denying such a statement for him never worked because he always knew the truth. The fact of the matter was that he was a leader who had to make tough decisions that put the lives of others in danger, but at the end of the day, they were the ones who chose to join the Corps, and they were the ones who were supposed to have the training to survive out there. Yes, Levi made the calls, but… To say that it was all entirely his fault was somewhat of a stretch. Regardless, he thought it was his fault. He knew it was his fault. How could I look him in the eye and lie?
“You did your best,” was all I could say.
He hardly acknowledged my comforting touch on his healthy knee before I pushed myself up to my feet and went to put my things away for the next time he’d return from battle. I warned him time and again that he’d get himself killed out there. Every time we argued about it, he’d huff and go, “Death is inevitable.” I’d protest that he could stay home, with me, behind the walls, safe; but the Corps was his life, and I knew that the day we met, though it was still hard to deal with from time to time, of course. Knowing that all of his friends died out there made me worry more than ever. Perhaps next time I wouldn’t need my kit. Perhaps next time Erwin would be carting Levi back in a sack for me to cry over and bury.
“The King won’t be happy with us,” Levi explained. I returned to the bed and sat beside him. “We messed up out there, and I fear he’ll want to make an example out of me and Erwin for leading so many to their deaths. Perhaps he’ll want to see us dead, too.”
“And cause an uproar amongst the Corps and many in the cities and villages who know of your sacrifices? I doubt it.”
Levi let me rest my head against his good shoulder. He was home. He was safe. He was partially intact. He needed a shower.
“Erwin will take any heat I’d get… He shouldn’t for me, though.”
“You’d do the same for him.”
Levi snickered. “Yes.” He kissed the top of my head.
