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Levi » Pent-up Lust

l.ackerman ; canon ; explicit

PENT-UP LUST

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"Thank you so much for stopping by, Captain."

Levi nodded once and left the shop. He'd been a regular at this tiny fragment of heaven that sold Trost's best tea ever since he'd moved to the city a couple of months ago after the mission to retake Wall Maria.

Strolling down the streets, words of greetings and salutes zipped at him from every direction. Whispers of his name hit his ears, and giggles of eager women sounded around as he walked past them, unfazed. They were pretty, young, and single ladies, all yearning for a single glimpse from his distant irises, but the Captain was simply not interested. The duties sagging his shoulders hadn't left a place for his longings to sprout as he'd curbed them deep within years ago when he'd left the Underground to devout his existence to the Survey Corps.

Back in the Underground, Levi was popular with the ladies; he could've had any girl he desired with a snap of his fingers. His charisma could wrap any woman he craved in a blanket of compliance and turn her into putty in his hands, willing to abide by any of his commands and satisfy any of his desires, but he'd never leveraged his raw and natural appeal.

Surprisingly enough, and contrary to what his badass façade and intimidating demeanor had lead people to believe, Levi wasn't into passing flings, trysts, or one-night stands. Never had he found pleasure in something so transient nor comprehended how so many could. Perhaps the reason he had never been inclined to these antics so many men seemed to take satisfaction in was because he, himself, was the byproduct of a fleeting night that held no significance whatsoever.

He had, of course, laid with women, for he was only human, after all, and had carnal appetites to satiate, but what he'd truly wished for—a wish buried in the depths of his soul and that only his best friend, Farlan, had known of—was to fall in love, settle down, and perhaps even have children. However, after a certain Commander of the Survey Corps had barged into his life, taken him to the surface, and crumpled his conscience with the heftiest of responsibilities, he had no choice but to deter his reveries about the future. His innocent and chaste dreams, which to others were fundamental necessities, were too much to ask for and seemed extremely elusive.

Now that the truth about the titans had been made public, the Survey Corps was in recess until a plan about the island's next move against the newfound enemy was to be drawn. This interlude of respite had presented Levi with an opening to indulge in the fantasies of a normal life he'd suppressed for so long, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not only hadn't he met any woman that was striking enough to spark the faded flame within him and thaw his numb soul, but he'd also seen too much, had been shattered one too many times, and had his heart irreversibly fractured as the little voice of trepidation within him continually sang the same lullaby: that those he'd ever dare love would depart.

Rounding a corner on his route to his house, Levi had his head floating on the clouds when a frame slammed against his, bouncing off at the contact of his sturdy chest.

Grocery bags flew in the air before violently meeting with the ground, fruits and vegetables scattering all over the dusty cobblestones as you toppled, feeling your body stoop backward. Desperately flailing your arms to retain your balance, a sharp squeal escaped your lips as you landed straight on your derrière.

"Shit!" The deep voice of the man you'd crashed into in your haze cursed before he scurried to crouch before you. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, placing a hand on your shoulder.