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"Why Not You?"

Kinda like this, kinda don't. I'm posting regardless.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Black!fem!OC (can be platonic or romantic)

Warning: Cursing. Mentions of death. Acceptance of the void. Vague end of the world talk.

Finding a quiet place to rest was harder than Tiny thought it would be. Her juniors ran back and forth, calling out to each other and drunk off cheap booze. Envy filled her bones every time she saw someone holding hands or dragging someone along before she released that feeling. It’s not their fault. It wasn’t her fault. Life just worked like that.

Tiny stumbled into the corner by accident. Broken bottles and wet newspaper on cobblestone streets made it difficult for her boots to find traction. The corner looked as good as a resting spot as any other. The thickness of her green cloak kept her body heat from seeping into the cold bricks against her back. Tiny sighed. Tomorrow would soon arrive. And with it, her highly probable demise. There was a chance that humanity might survive. That she may survive. But she didn’t like getting her hopes up, it hurt too much to proved wrong and fucked over.

Hope is how she ended up in this bullshit.

Taking a swig from a flask she kept on her, the woman reveled in the burn traveling down her throat. Alcohol has never tasted better, in her opinion, than right now in a dingy corner, waiting for the world to cave in.

“Should have known you’d find somewhere to drink yourself to death.” The words only encouraged Tiny to take another gulp, droplets escaping by the corner of her lips and trailing down her chin. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Hello to you too, Levi. How nice of you to check on me.” Her words were like her blades, dull and easy to ignore. Levi stared her down with a blank face. “Were you lonely? Too old to hang with the youngins so you had to find the nearest person with arthritis?”

Levi only leaned against the wall next to her, snatching her flask with his honed muscles and dumping it on the wet cobblestone.

“Little bitch.” Tiny muttered. Her eyes already had a glassy look to them, making her look otherworldly to Levi with the way her pupils seemed to absorb the moonlight. Clumsy footsteps passed the pair in the open streets, the sound of youth and chaos bouncing off the stone buildings. “If I can’t drink now, when can I?”

“After we survive.”

“If we survive.” Soft lips corrected. “Tomorrow’s not promised. I should be able to drink myself to death before then.” Tiny reached up and yanked the ribbon holding her hair in a bun out, freeing her thick hair. “I deserve that much.”

“You’re an idiot.” More footsteps passed by. The silence of their corner felt out of place in a place like this, on a night like this. People were in the streets, shouting and jeering. Parents of young children had already shut their doors for the night and blew out the lanterns outside their homes. Levi imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by a family on a night like this.

“Well, I’m still thirsty. Let's go to the kitchen and make some tea.” He snapped out of his wondering by the movement of the woman next to him. A brown hand clasped onto his forearm tight, dragging him out into the busy street. His gaze stayed on the curly-haired woman in front of him, carving a path through chaos, unknowingly bringing up old memories of her on the battlefield, doing the same thing.

They arrived at the communal kitchen and found it ransacked. Cabinets and drawers were left wide open and empty, food packages littered counter space, and covered wooden floors. Levi scrunched his nose at the mess, already turning to the door to berate his juniors.

“Let it go,” Tiny ordered him, not caring one way or the other if he listened to her. Her boots kicked away debris as she glided to the one untouched spot in the kitchen. “No one touched your tea. Even on the last day of earth, no one was brave enough to touch your shit.”

“I’m honored.” Tiny hummed, calloused fingers busy picking out the leaves she wanted to steep. Levi shoved her out the way, her thighs collided with open cabinet doors. The curse she let out didn’t bother the short man. “Don’t touch my shit. Sit down or something.”

Levi had prepared a pot in silence, bringing the kettle over to the table where she decided to sit. The cups didn’t match but Tiny didn’t care. Without tasting the beverage she drizzled honey into her cup. Levi sneered. They drank in silence.

Cold eyes stared the woman down. Her body was covered head to toe in uniform, but he could see through the fabric and view the healed wounds he knew she had. Her lips and eyebrow were the only visible flesh marred with scars. Even then, they were faint, caused by razor-sharp blades that didn’t dig too deep into her skin.

“Stop staring,” Tiny grumbled as she placed her empty cup down. “Unless you’re going to confess your undying love to me right before we die tomorrow, stop staring. It's weird.”

“Fine.” His eyes didn’t move and she didn’t mention it. Pouring another cup of tea, Tiny held the rim of her cup up to her mouth.

“You think I’m being dramatic?” He shook his head, and shifted his gaze to the door, on the other side ruckus was being made and property becoming destroyed.

“It’s more than likely we’ll die tomorrow, you’re preparing for that outcome.” Tiny cocked her head to the side, a dreary smile on her face.

“Why are you here, Levi? Why are you sitting with me? Hange, Erwin, those brats. You could be with them or by yourself. Why me? We haven’t spoken in months.”

“Why not you?” Tiny went back to drinking her tea, done with her questions. He didn’t react to the hand she placed on top of his, nor the tears rimming her eyes. In the candlelight, the dark green of their cloaks complimented her skin tone.

Tiny sipped her tea and reflected on her life. Her highs and lows. The people she’s lost trying to survive in their cruel reality. She believed she was ready to die, ready to embrace the end. Living felt exhausting, every day she woke up, Tiny prayed to the gods for a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep breathing. When she glanced at Levi, it felt like she had been given an answer.

“We should get some sleep. Old hags like us need all the rest we can get if we’re going to survive the apocalypse.” Levi agreed and rose out of his chair to clean the kettle and put away the dishes. He felt the eyes of Tiny stare him down as he moved. She made no hint to help. Just watched. When He put the last cup away, a hand was there to tug him along. Always tugging him, always leading him into the unknown.

They passed by occupied rooms, the sound of skin smacking together and false promises being made filling the silence. Tiny arrived at his door where she dug into his jacket pocket for the key. “We can sleep together. I know how cold you get. You’ve probably been shivering for the last few months without me.”

“Change your clothes. I don’t want city grime in my bed.” Tiny smirked and followed his request. Two bodies were wrapped in a blanket and smushed on the bed.

“Goodnight Levi, See you on the other side.” Her hand found his and her worry faded to the background. Not gone, just light enough to not weigh her down as she slept. She decided that she could die like this. In the bed with Levi, full of booze and tea.

“Night, Tiny” Their breathing slowed but the noise outside did not lessen. The two found peace in the night, accepting that whatever would happen, would happen regardless if they stayed up or laid down.

Then the world caved in.

Bubblegum

This isn't the direction I had in mind when I had the idea, but I kinda like it.

Pairing: Platonic Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC)

Rating: T for teen

Warnings: cursing, off screen violence

Navi is pinned

There was a girl that lived down the alley from him. Levi rarely saw her, but he knew she existed. He could hear her. Arguing with her customers, laughing with friends, cursing at the royals and high blood of their society for damning the unsavory population to live underground. Her boisterous voice carried through the deteriorating walls into his hideout. It ruined what little sleep he could get.

Levi had established himself in the underground as someone to avoid. His short stature parted crowds like a hot knife through butter. He didn’t have to stomp loudly to make others feel his large presence. Like the rats they were, the underground population scattered at the first sign of trouble.

Everyone but her.

This would be the fourth time in the year Levi had his fist banging on the rotting door of his neighbor’s. The softened wood disgusted him, but he couldn’t call the woman dirty since most wood down here had some form of rot in it.

“Levi… How can I be of service?” Her voice broadcasted clearly in the alley, an unachievable feat if she was behind the door talking. Jet black hair shifted back as he craned his neck up to look at the window. Half of the opening was boarded up with scraps from a pallet. His neighbor left a space big enough to showcase from her nose to her crossed arms under her covered chest. “Kinda busy. I still have a client with me.”

“It’s late. Keep it down.” He demanded. Plush lips pulled back into a smirk before her body turned. He could hear a conversation between her and her client.

“He can’t help it. Not everyone is as tough as you, sugar. Or as boring.” She ended her sentence with a pop from her bubblegum. Levi found it annoying. The chewing and blowing and popping she did with the candy caught in her incisors. Every flash of her teeth sparked a fire in him.

“Finish in the morning.”

“Sleep in the morning.”

“Tiny-” He huffed. It was pointless. She didn’t listen to anyone that didn’t pay her to. Even the customers she took weren’t guaranteed respect.

“You think I want to tattoo this thug’s chest in the middle of the night? You don’t think I’d rather be sleep, too?” A mumble came from behind Tiny, her client most likely defending himself. Levi didn’t know what she said to the thug, but when she turned back to the window her jaw resumed the movement.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping.

The worst had to be the smacking of her large lips when she sucked the gum back into her mouth to repeat the process.

“Point is, I need some money and he’s paying double because it’s late-” the sound of furniture sliding against the wooden floors interrupted Tiny. She popped her gum and held up her index finger at Levi, focusing now on the ruckus her client started. Levi resisted the urge to bang his head against the filthy cracked cobblestone. All this because he wanted to sleep.

“Yes, you are paying double. I said it when you got here. Don’t play stupid.”

...

“Pay me now, and leave. 10 silvers is worth what I’ve already done.”

...

“I don’t care If you don’t want to walk around with a half-did dragon on your chest. I’ll finish it when I get the rest of my money.” Levi’s tired eyes widened at the sound of more furniture moving and feet scuffling. Flesh connecting to flesh, grunts and curses unleashed, coated in venom.

The idea of helping his neighbor rolled around his mind for a moment, only for a body to burst through the rotted wooden scraps that once covered the window in the next.

Levi had grown used to the sound of bones breaking, he’s been a cause for quite a few. The noise emitted from a half-clothed body slapping against the wet streets of the underground, however, was new to his ears. The groans of the poor bastard were low and long.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Smacking. Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Smacking. Chewing. Chewing. Pause?

“Sorry bout all that, sugar. Guess you can go to sleep after all.” Tiny leaned against the window sill, her face visible with the firelight making a halo around her silhouette. From his viewpoint, her curls looked like a shapeless blob. Her gum had been tucked into her cheek, making her face asymmetrical.

Levi grunted. While this isn’t what he had in mind, the quietness he craved became a reality. His boots made little noise as he turned around to head back home. Her chewing did not resume.

“Before you go, Levi, be a dear and check if his pockets are empty.” Cold eyes met her mischievous ones. Her smile spoke what her lips contained. The silence would be temporary if he refused her request.

The thug only had two pockets, both empty, but it’s ingrained in everyone down here to never keep the coin in easy target spots like that. There, under the soles of his wretched and mangled shoes, Levi found 3 golds. The metal did not shine in a place as dark as the underground, but the clanging of the coins in his palm told Tiny all she needed to know.

Her descent to the first floor and wrenching the rotten door did not surprise him. Levi turned and looked square into her face. Her movements made little noise, but the chewing and blowing and popping and smacking of her gum grew closer as she approached him. Levi dropped the coins in her waiting palm without looking. The cool temperature of a lone coin registered in his mind.

“For your troubles. Sorry for the noise, sugar.” Levi scoffed but pocketed the coin. Tiny returned to her door quickly. The underground was still the underground, even at night in an alley with the ruthless Levi.

Levi had returned to his home and reclined on his bed, He was ready for sleep to overcome him, but all he could hear was that blasted gum. Behind his lids, all he saw was her lips and jaw working, flashing that stupid piece of candy.

Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Sucking. Chewing. Blowing. Popping. Blowing. Chewing-

Levi did not sleep that night.

Boss.

Inspired by: Just a neighbor by @ clumsy-jiminie.

Notes: There will be a prelude, ya'll know I like to work backwards. I haven't been inspired to write for so long, I'm so excited rn.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, cuckolding(?) cigarettes

The sound of mattress springs creaking and a woman’s moans reaching a crescendo is what greeted Rod Reiss home after a long day at the office. The kitchen light Tiny usually left above the dining table to spotlight his cold dinner was out, blanketing the room in darkness and the ominous smell of cooked pork. Placing his briefcase down in the foyer, Rod rubbed his crinkled hands along the side of his weary face.

Above him, the creaking of the mattress lost its rhythm as a man grunted his wife’s name over and over.

It’s been a long day.

Rod took his time, palming the wall for the light switch and removing the foil cover of his late dinner. The sound of cutlery connecting with the expensive white china Tiny insisted he buy in the first year of their union was the only noise breaking up the long stretches of silence. After ten minutes of filling his gut, the undeniable smell of tobacco wafted through the long halls of the house, intruding into every room and sinking into every crevice.

Tiny must be knocked out by now.

Heavy boots made no attempt to conceal the even-paced steps traveling down the spiral staircase, the scent of cheaply harvested tobacco drawing closer.

The muscles in his neck spasmed as Rod tried to suppress the instinct to cower. The presence of his wife’s lover will forever make his stomach turn.

“I thought I heard the door earlier.” If Levi picked up on the unease his presence brought in, he didn’t let it show. Rod watched the younger man with envy as he strutted around the kitchen, in the house his hard-earned money paid for, fiddling around the stocked jars and baskets for a post-coitus snack, cigarette hanging loosely between two fingers.

“Such a shame you weren’t here when she cooked it. Pork is always best served hot.”

The knife in his Rod’s hand nearly snapped from the tight hold it was under. For a second, Rod wondered what the utensil would look like submerged in the meat of Levi’s neck. Would the silver of the metal look as good as he imagined if it was stained red with blood instead of the clear juices from the cut of meat?

“I don’t think Tiny will have the energy to walk to your marriage bed tonight, I really wore her out. Which is good for you, she’s always in a better mode after a good fuck.” This time, Levi spared his employer a coy smile, one cheek puffed out to make room for the buttered roll he decided on.

The knife clanged against the porcelain, the plate could break for all Rod cared. His stomach recoiled and revolted, unable to take any more of this farce of a civil conversation. He knew the young man only did this to get under his skin, skin that should be thick after the past year. It didn’t matter.

His pride couldn’t take it. It couldn’t bear the sight of the lowlife miscreant in his house, eating his food, fucking his wife, and gloating in front of his face with the smell of dried sweat and arousal clinging to his lean frame.

As if sensing the older man’s increasing ire, Levi stuffed the remains of his snack in his mouth.

“Goodnight, boss.” His steps slapped against the marble floor, up the stairs until he reached the room where Tiny slept, blissfully unaware of the maelstrom she was at the center of.

Rod left the dirty plate in the sink and took his time going up the stairs, following the steps of his junior, pausing briefly before the doorframe of Tiny’s personal room. The entrance was wide open, allowing Rod’s tired blue eyes to take in the sight.

The ebony stands of Levi’s hair were clutched tightly between Tiny’s fingers as his head nuzzled into the crevice between her plush thighs. There was no blanket to cover the supple flesh of Tiny’s breasts jutting into the air as her back arched off the silk-covered furniture.

The whines that dripped off her tongue called to him like a siren, his feet sinking into the floor until moving from the spot became impossible.

“Levi, Levi, Levi…” The name of another man filled his ears like wax. Her hips bucked as Levi dove deeper into her cunt, its wetness mixing with the saliva of his mouth to create a symphony of vulgarity.

“Ah, there baby. Mm…”

Levi’s hand moved in tandem with his mouth to work Tiny into a frenzy, plugging her hole with three long fingers with his tongue focusing on her swollen clit, showering it with all the attention it needed.

The room in his slacks decreased the longer Rod watched the two in the act. He had half a mind to sit down on the nearby chair inside the room. As he weighed the pros and cons of his options, Levi scattered kisses on his wife’s glistening brown skin, trailing from her core to her hipbone, up her soft stomach until his lips formed a suction around a pert nipple.

“Yes, Levi, yes!”

Finally, their lips smacked together as he drank in her wanton cries, all the while his fingers continued to plunge into her pussy. Tiny’s hands marked her lover’s shoulders and back, turning the alabaster skin red in the wake of her nails. One of her hands disappeared into the mess between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock by the way his body jolted.

“Fuck baby, You wanna get fucked? Need me to fill you up again? My fingers not good enough for your greedy pussy?” Tiny whimpered as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You know your husband is home now?”

“Aah,”

“Oh, but you don’t care do you? Still want me? I’ll teach him to not leave his little needy wife at home with the help.” Though strained with lust, Levi’s voice came out loud and clear as if he knew Rod had stopped at the door and was unable to look away. “Make a mess for me and I’ll fuck you ‘til you break.”

The gush of wetness leaving her hole was audible even with the increased volume of her cries. Levi’s mouth trailed her collarbone, his low tone talking her through the intense orgasm lighting up her nerves.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. M’not done with you.” Her head shifted as the waves of pleasure slowed down. Rod gulped, his focus captured by the sight of his wife lifeless on the bed. Her legs spread further on the mattress as Levi situated himself between them. “Hold your legs up, Tiny.”

Wordlessly, she followed his command, her palms cupping the back of her knees, securing her legs to her chest and out of the way for Levi.

“You listen so well to me,” He mumbled, providing imagery for Rod who could not see from outside the room. The smack of Levi’s flesh against her wet folds sent shivers down the older man’s spine, envy filling his bones as his employee prepared to take his wife for himself once more. “Bet you wouldn’t feel this good for your husband.”

“Levi, more!” At her plea, Levi moved like the tide, pushing and pulling himself through her depths, dragging out noises that were sure to follow Rod into his dreams that night. The muscles in his thighs and ass flexed as Levi worked, groans building in his throat and falling out haphazardly.

Their lips met again, strips of flesh melding together as he riled Tiny up with his touch. Their kiss broke and she took the opportunity to breathe in new air to her overworked lungs. The erection straining under his Rod’s layers of clothes became more painful the longer he watched the pair succumb to ecstasy. He grunted along with them, knees neat buckling as Tiny called out Levi’s name.

“Louder, let that pathetic fuck know who’s making his wife scream like this.” The slap of flesh became harsher, louder, less controlled as the cliff drew closer. Tiny’s husband watched on, too entranced to notice the quick glances thrown his way as he crossed the threshold.

By the time Levi tired, Rod had a growing stain on the front of his pants. The oppressive atmosphere lightened as Tiny returned to slumber, womb filled and head empty all thanks to Levi.

Said man had returned to the discarded cigarette he left in the ashtray, blowing smoke into the humid air. Ash stained the white silk sheets but he paid no mind to that.

“You had fun watching, boss?” Levi addressed around the stick hanging off his lip. He didn’t turn to look the man in the eye, already knowing a frowning face would be the response. When he didn’t hear the soles of Rod’s feet slap against the floor, Levi took another drag and held it.

Blue eyes met in the darkness, one clouded by the release of tobacco smoke. “Get some sleep, Boss. you got a long day tomorrow. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”