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“Oi, [First] what did you get for question three?”
“Get fucked, Jaeger.”
Ah, Eren. For all his gall and smart-mouthed comments, he never could get the answers to simple problems.
Truthfully, he was actually kind of an idiot.
But you weren’t paying attention to his ramblings; your mind was occupied with something far more interesting. And illegal. Damn, if your parents knew you were hot for your teacher they’d surely disown you.
It wasn’t as if it was... bad. He was twenty-three; you were eighteen, so the gaps between your ages weren’t that big. It was simply a matter of him being a teacher and you being a high school student. His high school student.
Levi was a fairly new teacher in the school – he only came in last year – but he struck an interest in you right away. He taught mathematics, and he definitely did not seem like your average maths teacher.
First and foremost, what purpose could he have with being so physically fit? He didn’t teach gym, there was no reason for him to have as much muscle as he did. Tantalising, defined, well-built muscles. You found yourself staring at him, trying to ogle at the outlines of his pectorals through his shirt.
On occasion he’d catch you, and you could swear that he’d send a smirk your way. It made your heart flutter. Student-teacher relationships weren’t permitted, but by the gods you were more than willing to break the law just this once. Is it possible he’d felt the same way?
You knew damn well that if he was willing then you were. After all, if you got caught all you’d get is a slap on the wrist – but Levi would face being fired and possibly jail time. He would be the one taking the bigger risk; you were just an innocent little student he corrupted.
“[First]!” Levi called. “Will you stop daydreaming and pay attention? I said class is over.”
Your eyes widened as you realised just how much time had passed whilst you were traipsing about in your little mental paradise. Everyone else had already left and you hadn’t even finished your paper!
“U-uh...” you stammered. “Yes, sir! Sorry, sir.”
“Sir? The shit do you think this is, some kind of boot camp? Cut the formal shit.”
You pursed your lips and tightened your grip on your pen as anxiety wracked your nerves. “Sorry.”
You lifted your head up to face him and stood from your seat. You handed your paper to him and quickly started out the door.
Only, his voice called you back.
“[First].”
You halted in your steps and glanced over your shoulder. “Yes sir—Mr. Ackerman?”
“Ugh. Don’t call me Mr. Ackerman either.”
“Sorry.”
You stood there, waiting ever so patiently for him to say what he needed to – but he didn’t. It was clear that he was lost in thought, because honestly, he had his eye on you for a while, too. He was just unsure on whether he should act on it. Would it be worth it?
“Do me a favour, [First],” he began. “Hang this poster up on that wall over there.”
You spun on your heel to see where he was gesturing. Any time that you could spend alone with Levi was time well spent, so you gladly strode over to grab the sheet of paper.
You made your way over to the wall he had mentioned earlier and raised your arms slightly above your head to position it correctly.
Levi tilted his head to the side as your skirt rode up your thighs. “Higher,” he demanded.
“Whatever you say.”
You lifted your arms higher, standing on the tips of your toes as you reached as high as you could. With your body stretched out like that, your skirt had risen high enough that the hem of your panties were visible. Levi took great pleasure in the view.
“Um...” you mumbled, snapping him out of his perversions. “I need tape, sir.”
He grumbled under his breath. Just as you were getting to the good part.
He grabbed the roll of tape from his desk and positioned himself snugly behind you, reaching out in front of him to stick one of the corners to the wall.
You could feel his breath tickle your neck, and almost instinctively pressed your backside harder against his front. Levi immediately stopped what he was doing and let the tape crash to the floor.
His hands dropped down to your sides, gripping tightly onto the flesh of your thighs and earning a yelp out of you. “[First]... are you flirting with your teacher?” he teased.
“Should I stop?” you breathed back.
“Mmh...” He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. “If you don’t, I might have to quit my job.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”
Your whole body trembled as you felt his hand inch closer and closer to your core. The poster had fallen to the floor, long forgotten as you relished in this moment he was giving you. Just as soon as he was about to come into contact with it – he stopped.
It took all the strength and willpower he had to pull away from you, much to your displeasure.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he finally said. “...Not yet anyway.”
You frowned as you straightened yourself out. Why’d he have to go and tease you like that? Now your legs were shaking with such force you feared they’d give out from under you.
Just before you could open your mouth in protest, Levi handed you a small piece of torn paper.
“What is this?” you asked.
“My number,” he retorted. “This is your last year of school, isn’t it? I’d rather not lose my job at the last minute. You’ll have to be patient.”
You sighed in defeat. “But I’m not graduating for another four months. What happens when I do?”
“Don’t worry – we’ll keep in touch.”
“Get fucked, Jaeger.”
Ah, Eren. For all his gall and smart-mouthed comments, he never could get the answers to simple problems.
Truthfully, he was actually kind of an idiot.
But you weren’t paying attention to his ramblings; your mind was occupied with something far more interesting. And illegal. Damn, if your parents knew you were hot for your teacher they’d surely disown you.
It wasn’t as if it was... bad. He was twenty-three; you were eighteen, so the gaps between your ages weren’t that big. It was simply a matter of him being a teacher and you being a high school student. His high school student.
Levi was a fairly new teacher in the school – he only came in last year – but he struck an interest in you right away. He taught mathematics, and he definitely did not seem like your average maths teacher.
First and foremost, what purpose could he have with being so physically fit? He didn’t teach gym, there was no reason for him to have as much muscle as he did. Tantalising, defined, well-built muscles. You found yourself staring at him, trying to ogle at the outlines of his pectorals through his shirt.
On occasion he’d catch you, and you could swear that he’d send a smirk your way. It made your heart flutter. Student-teacher relationships weren’t permitted, but by the gods you were more than willing to break the law just this once. Is it possible he’d felt the same way?
You knew damn well that if he was willing then you were. After all, if you got caught all you’d get is a slap on the wrist – but Levi would face being fired and possibly jail time. He would be the one taking the bigger risk; you were just an innocent little student he corrupted.
“[First]!” Levi called. “Will you stop daydreaming and pay attention? I said class is over.”
Your eyes widened as you realised just how much time had passed whilst you were traipsing about in your little mental paradise. Everyone else had already left and you hadn’t even finished your paper!
“U-uh...” you stammered. “Yes, sir! Sorry, sir.”
“Sir? The shit do you think this is, some kind of boot camp? Cut the formal shit.”
You pursed your lips and tightened your grip on your pen as anxiety wracked your nerves. “Sorry.”
You lifted your head up to face him and stood from your seat. You handed your paper to him and quickly started out the door.
Only, his voice called you back.
“[First].”
You halted in your steps and glanced over your shoulder. “Yes sir—Mr. Ackerman?”
“Ugh. Don’t call me Mr. Ackerman either.”
“Sorry.”
You stood there, waiting ever so patiently for him to say what he needed to – but he didn’t. It was clear that he was lost in thought, because honestly, he had his eye on you for a while, too. He was just unsure on whether he should act on it. Would it be worth it?
“Do me a favour, [First],” he began. “Hang this poster up on that wall over there.”
You spun on your heel to see where he was gesturing. Any time that you could spend alone with Levi was time well spent, so you gladly strode over to grab the sheet of paper.
You made your way over to the wall he had mentioned earlier and raised your arms slightly above your head to position it correctly.
Levi tilted his head to the side as your skirt rode up your thighs. “Higher,” he demanded.
“Whatever you say.”
You lifted your arms higher, standing on the tips of your toes as you reached as high as you could. With your body stretched out like that, your skirt had risen high enough that the hem of your panties were visible. Levi took great pleasure in the view.
“Um...” you mumbled, snapping him out of his perversions. “I need tape, sir.”
He grumbled under his breath. Just as you were getting to the good part.
He grabbed the roll of tape from his desk and positioned himself snugly behind you, reaching out in front of him to stick one of the corners to the wall.
You could feel his breath tickle your neck, and almost instinctively pressed your backside harder against his front. Levi immediately stopped what he was doing and let the tape crash to the floor.
His hands dropped down to your sides, gripping tightly onto the flesh of your thighs and earning a yelp out of you. “[First]... are you flirting with your teacher?” he teased.
“Should I stop?” you breathed back.
“Mmh...” He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. “If you don’t, I might have to quit my job.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”
Your whole body trembled as you felt his hand inch closer and closer to your core. The poster had fallen to the floor, long forgotten as you relished in this moment he was giving you. Just as soon as he was about to come into contact with it – he stopped.
It took all the strength and willpower he had to pull away from you, much to your displeasure.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he finally said. “...Not yet anyway.”
You frowned as you straightened yourself out. Why’d he have to go and tease you like that? Now your legs were shaking with such force you feared they’d give out from under you.
Just before you could open your mouth in protest, Levi handed you a small piece of torn paper.
“What is this?” you asked.
“My number,” he retorted. “This is your last year of school, isn’t it? I’d rather not lose my job at the last minute. You’ll have to be patient.”
You sighed in defeat. “But I’m not graduating for another four months. What happens when I do?”
“Don’t worry – we’ll keep in touch.”
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Levi x Reader Dream Guy (Modern AU) {Part 5}
It's been exactly five days since that time I yelled at Jean and Levi. What did I do during these days?
Well, first of all, both males had sat down with me at lunch the next day, making Hanji, Connie, Sasha and Armin leave the table. Surprisingly, they apologised for things they weren't at fault for, so I shut them up, telling them they did nothing wrong. After that, they told me they won't stick their noses in my business and would let me tell them what was on my mind if I wanted to. We sorted everything out and ended up spending the rest of lunch being stupid, including Levi who tried covering up a couple of chuckles behind coughs.
Since
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1 AM {Levi x Reader} [AU]
“Ah!”
Your heart beat furiously against the cage of your chest, beads of sweat trickling down the curve of your jaw and rolling over the length of your neck. The anxiety seemed to have caught up with you. The stress, your life...It all caught up to you in a sudden wave of nightmares.
You almost forgot where you were and how in the world you got there, but after a moment of regaining much needed oxygen, your mind settled and your heart regained it’s steady beat.
Slowly, you allowed your knees to take comfort against your chest and you settled your chin on top of them so that your weary head could take a moment to rest. Wit
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AoT AU: Behind His Walls: Levi x Reader: Part 13
Erwin knit his thick brows together, not quite sure he’d heard his friend correctly.
“What?”
Levi looked up at him with a downcast expression.
“I want you to tell me about f/n’s parent’s death,” he repeated.
Erwin’s mouth opened slightly, shocked by the audacity of the question.
“Levi…why the hell would you ask such a thing??” his voice grew in volume with every word.
The raven-haired man glanced around the coffee shop, thankful to see it was practically empty. He hated to cause a disturbance.
He sighed.
“Erwin…I promise you, I have my reasons for asking. Have you
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my dad just spent $100 dollars on a shitty desk (that i cant even use) for my extremely belated christmas present bc he's too cheap to go to the store and buy a new one n i am PISSED
anyway here's levi
anyway here's levi
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I have a serious question to ask. How old is Levi because Google said he was 30! I was like, ”no way he looks so young” and now I’m seeing fanfics when he’s not thirty and I just don’t know anymore