MOONSTRUCK, levi ackerman

viii. pillow princess (!)

warning. this chapter contains mention of sexual intercourse—although it's not too detailed, please read with precaution especially if you're under 18.

(!!!) ejaculation, hand jobs, fingering (male!receiving)

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dinner on that particular night was very festive. the night before retaking wall maria. the survey corps have been blessed with one of the rare things they can get their hands on; meat.

it was very festive. too festive. the cadets and new recruits were eating like they've never seen such meal in their lives—hell, even the older soldiers were acting out of character once the meat was placed before their eyes.

sam was getting used to sitting with the new special operations squad, which consist of her own inferiors. it's quite odd at first; eating without seeing oluo's weird antics, or without petra saving a seat beside her. it's something that she needs to adapt whether she likes it or not. her comrades were long gone, and she needs to move on.

the new squad levi was... interesting to say the least. judging by tonight—seeing how sasha literally bit into jean's hand whilst in connie's choke hold—it's safe to say that these kids were gonna be a lot of work. not that she minded, it's nice to see them act when they're not under strict supervision.

sam remembered when oluo first told her a friend of eren's named jean was picking fights with him, and now sam was having the honor to witness it in real time. they were just talking a mere second ago, she took her eyes off of them for a bit and there they were, throwing punches to each other's stomachs.

"shouldn't we stop them?" armin asked upon realizing nobody was doing anything.

mikasa shook her head. "no." she said it so painfully calm, it earned a chuckle from sam.

it's amusing seeing the two young boys wrestle each other as if they didn't just devour a huge amount of food. some vomiting ought to happen anytime soon.

before the fight could even go any further, levi bolted out of nowhere and put the both of them into his submission, kicking the reckless boys in their stomach as they fell to the ground in an instant.

"you guys are too loud." he warned with his usual sour face. "get some sleep—"

the sound of someone purging their dinner cut levi off. yuck.

"and go get that cleaned." levi continued, referring to the vomit pooling on the ground.

sam chuckled while shaking her head, seeing as connie and armin began helping jean and eren up. seeing them limping their way out was amusing. teenagers are truly something else.

in the midst of the chaos, sam caught levi's eyes. the man motioned her to go outside—their typical interaction. with that, sam got up from her seat, waving at mikasa who were walking away with her two best friends before turning her heel and walking towards the man who was already ahead of her.

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"did you eat earlier?" sam questioned upon arriving in her room, levi following her closely behind.

after they were done with their usual rendezvous—which consist of standing in silence whilst soaking in the quiet night breeze, and accidentally eavesdropping eren, armin, and mikasa on their passionate conversation about the ocean—they made it back to her room. it's a unspoken agreement between them that sam's room had become theirs. they rarely spend nights in levi's room, not for the lack of trying, but the older had simply said her room was much more comfortable. she would tease him about how her unorganized room would irks him at times, which he shrugged off.