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Guard!Eren x Inmate!Levi ||Smut||

I genuinely don't know where this came from. It suddenly started forming in my head and I had to do it.

I also really just wanted an excuse to write shameless jail {correctional facility?} smut.

No real thought out synopsis, this is another one of those 'write as i go.' So lets see how this adventure turns out together. {Even though I'm going to know first.}

Why am I writing this.

Warning, I finished it. And it's bad. My god. What have I done.

enJOY

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You're In Charge

"Okay inmates! Line up against the wall! Hands up while I call the names to make sure everyone is here and accounted for!" The stray guard shouted, unnecessarily so. Seeing as the were all barely but 3 feet from each other in the damp hallway.

The 5 new arrivals did as they were told, facing the wall foreword. Their hands hovering in the air. Some more lazily than others.

"This is like a fucking boot-camp, not prison." Came a hushed whisper.

"Springer!" A short male with a complete buzz-cut twitched before yelling out 'here.'

"Braun!" A taller, more muscular looking fellow followed suit with a grunt as a response.

"Hoover!" An even taller male, who took on the demeanor of serenity replied softly with 'here.'

"Arlert!" Another short, blonde, doe eyed male, who had the form of a scared gazelle trembled fiercely. Somehow managing to stutter out a here.

"And lastly, Ackerman!" The shortest of the five lined up kept his eyes in a deep set scowl at the wall, giving no verbal outputs other than a slight twitch of the finger. The guard wasn't too pleased with the lack of response. But only grimaced continuing on, while signaling the other guards to start shackling them for the walk. With them staying behind a blue line next to the wall.

"From now on, you will only be referred to by your inmate numbers! Remember them well as that is what you use to request things as well! Next! Your orange jumper are temporary! They represent your status as a new inmate! You will wear them for approximately a week until your new clothes are processed and sent!"

The raven haired male could feel the blonde guy shaking like a leaf behind him, through the connected shackles. Turning his head slightly, he whispered harshly to the other male. "Arlert, was it?"

He shook his head in a nod. "Well Armin a-actually.." he replied.

"Levi, anyway. Stop your fucking shaking. You landed yourself here, so own up to it. Things won't go well for you if you walk in there blubbering like a baby." Was he himself a seasoned pro? Not in the slightest. But he knew they were heading to a place that held a potential mix of murderers, rapists, gang members, molesters, male prostitutes, psychos, the whole works. If anything, he was trying to help the guy.

They were abruptly stopped.

"Alright! Face the wall!" As they did what they were told, the felt the shackles get removed. Some rubbing at their already sore wrists. "These will be your bedding! Each of you grab one then head through the door! After this, you're on your own! Any final questions!"

The blonde guy slowly opened his mouth.

"Too bad I don't care enough! Learn for yourselves! Now hurry up!" Arlert instantly closed his mouth, grabbing the bedding with the others and walking inside.