#levismut

The way he looked at you—like you were something beneath his boot.

Levi was harsh with everyone; that much was true. But you weren’t blind—you saw it. He did care to a certain degree. Like the way his eyes tracked his squad during missions, always counting.

He did care.

Just not about you.

With you, there was no restraint. No quiet understanding. Just cold scrutiny—sharp and unrelenting.

And that made your blood burn. Because you knew what you were worth. You were strong—strong enough to stand beside the best of them. Mikasa included.

You didn’t ever break formation out of panic.

You did it because you refused to stand there and watch someone die when you could do something about it.

And every time—

he made you pay for it.

He would call you reckless. Airheaded. Or a dipshit.

Once, he’d even snatched you by the front of your cloak, yanking you close, his voice lethal as he tore into you for breaking ranks—publicly.

For “endangering the squad.”

For being selfish.

Selfish.

The word still made your head hurt.

You’d snapped back sometimes—chin high, refusing to be spoken to like you were dirt when you were only doing your job. It was your life to throw away. Not his. And still, he looked you dead in the eye and told you that you weren’t saving people for them.

You were doing it for yourself, he said.

So here you stood during morning muster, shoulder to shoulder between Connie and Jean, boots planted firm despite the tension coiling tight in your chest. Levi stood at the front, going over assignments.

It would be a dull day with no missions lined up.

Levi moved down the line, inspecting.

Then—he stopped.

Right in front of you.

Of course.

You felt it before you looked—his scrutiny, heavy and suffocating. Your stomach jumped, but you forced yourself to stay still. His eyes dragged from your head to your boots.

“Next time,” he said flatly, “try starching your uniform.”

He paused, eyeballing you from head to toe.

“It looks like shit.”

It shouldn’t have bothered you, but of course it did. Because as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted his approval.

“Yes, sir.”

You kept your gaze forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Still, you felt his gaze linger a second too long before he moved on. When he was out of earshot, you exhaled, glancing at Jean.

“I swear,” you muttered, “he catches one whiff of my ass and comes crawling out of nowhere.”

Jean snorted. Connie barely held it together.

“I’m serious,” you pressed. “He’s always looking for something...”

“Maybe he likes you,” Connie said.

You shot him a look. “Yeah. I can just feel the affection.”

When they broke formation, Jean fell into step beside you, close as usual. You didn’t mind. He was easy to talk to, and you didn’t have to brace yourself around him.

“So,” Jean started casually, “we’ve got liberty tonight.”

You glanced at him with a half smile. "Yeah?"

“Thought maybe I could take you out again. For another drink, play some cards, take a walk...whatever you like.”

You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Then there came that feeling. Like something pressing into your back, and creeping up your neck. You didn’t have to guess.

Levi was standing still, across the way. Watching, but not casually or passively. His burning gaze was fixed on you and Jean, smoldering.

And then he moved—straight toward you.

“Oh, great,” you muttered. “Don’t react,” you warned Jean, who was visibly confused. Levi was on top of the two of you before you could elaborate.

“Jean.” he shot, his tone flat and controlled. “I have you going out on a supply run.”

Jean straightened immediately. “Yes, sir.” His eyes met yours, saying a silent goodbye.

"Then go." Levi spat.

And just like that, Jean turned and was gone. Leaving you alone with him. You turned your attention to the ledger, pretending to read. But he was still there, standing far too close.

You glanced up—

What a mistake.

He was just looking at you, as if he didn't know what to make of you. You began to squirm under his gaze, heat rushed through you—sharp, and unwarranted, but not unwanted. At least not to your body.

What the fuck…

You began to internally panic, not knowing the right thing to say, the right thing to do. Why did he have this affect on you?

“It’s… cold out here,” you muttered.

“Then you should dress like it.” he lowered his gaze to your chest, where you noticed a button had fallen loose, and your chest was slightly exposed

His eyes moved slowly over you.

Your throat tightened.

Don’t react.

Don’t—

His gaze lifted and met yours, making your chest tighten in all the wrong ways. He stepped back, just like it never happened.

“Get your assignment and move.” He said, deadpan.

“Yes, sir.”

The armory smelled like oil, metal, and worn leather. You sat cross-legged on the bench, ODM gear spread in pieces in front of you. Your fingers worked methodically, tightening bolts—only for them to slip out of place again.

You sighed.

“I’ve always hated putting these things back together,” you muttered.

Across from you, Mikasa adjusted her gear.

“Mm.”

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“…Levi cornered me earlier.”

“Mmm. Shocker.”

You frowned slightly. “He was… weird.”

That got her attention.

“Weird how?” She puzzled.

“He wasn’t griping. Not even really bitching.” You hesitated. “Just… looking at me...like in my eyes, and lingering around.”

Click.

“…He obviously likes you.”

You blinked. “What?”

“He watches you. Like all the time.”

“That’s because he thinks I’m a liability.”

“He doesn’t watch liabilities like that.” A pause. “He lets them die of their own stupidity.”

You opened your mouth then closed it.

“…Well,” you muttered, wiping your blade harder than necessary, “even if he did—hypothetically—that doesn’t mean anything.”

Mikasa tilted her head.

“…You like him too.”

You froze.

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“I don’t—he’s just—” you gestured vaguely, “objectively attractive. And stoic. And strong—”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow.

“…and brave,” you finished weaker.

Silence ensued.

“And those are all qualities you’re attracted to.”

You groaned. “Oh my God.”

“But Jean is different,” you said quickly.

Mikasa waited.

“He’s… soft. Kind. He actually talks to me like I’m a person.”

Mikasa nodded once.

“That’s nice.”

A pause.

“But that’s not what you want.”

You stared at her blankly before going back to your work, but internally you cursed yourself, because you feared she could be right.

You were alone while getting ready in the barracks that night. Most people had someone to go home to—family, partners. Those who didn’t, like Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, had already gone ahead to the tavern.

You hesitated.

You wanted to be excited. Jean was using one of his few liberty nights to spend it with you—even though he had family he could’ve seen.

But Levi kept creeping into your thoughts...those stormy gray eyes...

You tossed your shirt onto the bed, arms crossing tightly.

“I’m not going,” you muttered.

It wasn’t fair.

One look from him—and suddenly everything you’d been building with Jean felt… shaky. It wasn’t fair to Jean either. You didn’t want to let him down.

But the heart wants what it wants.

He’d understand that.

“…Like hell,” you muttered, grabbing your blouse again. You undid the top two buttons, adjusted it slightly, and headed for the door.

The tavern was loud.

Laughter spilled over itself, glasses clinked, chairs scraped—heat and noise wrapped themselves around you like a blanket, dulling everything else.

And for once—

you let yourself relax.

Jean sat beside you, shoulder brushing yours as he laughed with Connie and Armin. His sleeves were rolled, hair slightly messier than usual, drink loose in his hand.

He looked… good.

After a while, he led you to a quieter corner. A small round table sat tucked near the wall. Instead of sitting across from you, he pulled out the chair beside his—and you took it. Now you were angled toward each other, knees interlocked underneath the table. Close enough to feel his warmth.

It made it harder to think.

You held your cards low in your lap. Jean mirrored you, leaning back, one arm draped over his chair, the other holding his cards near his thigh.

“Trying to peek?” he murmured.

You scoffed, tilting your cards closer. “Please. Your hand can't be that interesting.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glancing sideways.

Heat crept up your neck—but you only shifted slightly, making your knee rub the inside of his thigh as if it were unintentional.

“Funny,” he replied, leaning in just a little closer, voice lower, “I was thinking the same thing.”

You shuffled your cards.

“You’re losing.”

“I’m winning.”

“You keep saying that.”

“And I’ve been right.”

You reached across him to steal a card—his hand caught your wrist mid-motion.

You froze, then looked up. He was already watching you.

“…You always cheat?” he asked.

“Only when I’m losing.”

“That’s most of the time.”

“Wow,” you breathed, mock offended. “You’re bold tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve had enough to drink that I just don't care."

Your pulse picked up. You pulled your hand back slowly, but his fingers lingered a second too long before letting go.

The noise around you faded.

“…Hey,” he said softly.

You turned toward him.

“Yeah?”

His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted again.

“You know I—” He stopped, exhaling. “I’ve been meaning to—”

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured.

He studied you.

“Yeah?”

You nodded. That was all it took.

He leaned in—slow enough to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. His lips met yours, soft at first—testing. Then you kissed him back. Your head spun as you sank into it.

Maybe it was the alcohol—

but he was a good kisser.

The kiss broke slightly as you both shifted, turning heads to kiss one another more deeply—And your heart jumped into your throat.

Because over Jean’s shoulder...you saw him.

Levi.

He was watching, unmoving. His gaze locked on yours. Not angry--no something worse.

Searing.

Why the hell is he even here…?

He should’ve been with the officers—not here with enlisted soldiers. He lifted his drink slowly, eyes never leaving you, then set it down harder than necessary. His jaw tightened.

He almost looked amused. Like he wanted to laugh.

Your stomach twisted.

Jean pulled back, noticing the shift.

“Something wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you said quickly. “I just… maybe we should go outside. I’d rather be alone with you.”

Jean lit up instantly.

“Yeah—of course.”

He stood, taking your hand, leaving the cards behind. You walked wide around the tables—avoiding Levi entirely. Jean didn’t notice anything wrong, eager to lead you outside.

But you couldn't shake Levi's stare as you let Jean lead you out the door. His gaze was set on your back the whole way out.

As Jean walked you back to the barracks that night you felt defeated. He left you at the steps, giving you a small smile before turning and disappearing into the night. You stepped inside letting out a frustrated breath, then—

“FUCK!” you hissed, dragging a hand down your face.

You stood leaning against the door still, unwillingly remembering what had just taken place: The night air. The tree at your back. Jean’s mouth on yours—warm, and insistent—his hands had been needy, touching all over your body. The way you’d melted into it, let yourself get pulled under.

And still—

You hadn’t been there. Perhaps physically, yes, but in your mind...

Levi had lived inside of your thoughts. You imagined that Jean was him.

His voice. His presence. The way he groped you.

Levi's gaze had followed you both outside, clinging to you, threading through every touch until you couldn’t tell who you were feeling anymore.

You remembered pulling away, your breath uneven, and your thoughts all tangled up. And the look on Jean’s face when you told him you couldn’t do it. That you didn’t trust what you were feeling. That it wasn’t fair to him.

He’d taken it better than he should have.

That almost made it worse for you.

"Ugh! WHAT the FUCK am I doing?!" You shouted, believing you were alone.

“Making it harder than it needs to be.”

Mikasa’s voice cut cleanly through the room. You jumped slightly, turning toward her. She was sitting on her bunk, book resting in her lap, eyes already on you like she’d been watching the whole time.

“When did you get here? Care to announce yourself, I mean GOD?” you groaned.

“I've been here a while,” she said, turning a page in her novel. "Technically, you're the intruder here."

Of course she had.

You dropped onto your bunk with a frustrated exhale, staring at the ceiling.

“Well...I messed that up. Like...bad.”

Mikasa turned a page.

“Mhm.”

Silence.

Then—

“…So,” she added casually, not even looking at you, “you stopped because of Levi.”

You turned your head sharply. “I did not—”

She finally glanced up, completely unimpressed.

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You were thinking about him while kissing Jean, weren't you?”

Your mouth opened—

Closed.

“…I hate you. Stay out of my head.”

“Mm...Right. I'll do that.”

A beat passed between you.

Then, with the faintest hint of dry humor:

“I told you so...”

You groaned, dragging your blanket over your face.

“Oh my GOD do you ever shut up?.”

Mikasa laughed, her eyes lingering on you.

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing about you." She snarked playfully. "In all seriousness, just take some time for yourself. You're obviously all tied up."

"Right." you shot back.

But she was right. You needed space. No Jean, no Levi, just room to breathe.

The next week—after you started taking a little space from Jean—was made worse by the fact that Levi had somehow grown even more impossible. He assigned Jean every unwanted job. And wherever Jean ended up, you were placed on the complete opposite side of the world.

You couldn’t even be upset about the distance—you needed it.

But you knew exactly why Levi was doing it--you were convinced:

It was because he wanted to punish you for being happy.

And yet—

Everywhere you were, he was near. Close enough to feel his presence, which made your heart race. Watching him train, his muscles rippling, leaning over maps and plans with Erwin, those sexy arms with his sleeves rolled up... But he was never close enough to acknowledge you.

It drove you insane.

Did I just ruin something good with Jean for a man who won’t even acknowledge my existence?

You refused to say it out loud—to admit it—even to yourself. But it was impossible to ignore the attraction to him. To stop the thoughts of you, paired with him. To imagine him fucking you in the captain's quarters with his tongue deep in your mouth, catching every single moan.

Ugh...What's wrong with me?!

Besides… how were you even supposed to know if he was interested when he acted like he couldn’t stand you?

The tension between you grew thicker by the day. He became more critical. More overbearing. He’d approach without warning, pointing out flaws that didn’t exist—adjusting your gear like you were a cadet fresh out of training. His fingers were quick and efficient… lingering just long enough to make you tingle, dragging over the skin above your neckline as he walked around you, tightening straps, his breath brushing softly over your shoulder...

Followed by some sharp, unnecessary correction. You always considered yourself a reasonable person, but by the time the squad's weekly sparring session had arrived, you were ready to snap.

You were paired with Sasha.

One by one, you had put down every opponent before her, but Sasha made you work for it. The two of you tangled, struggled—limbs locking, slipping, and striking—until finally, with a desperate burst of effort, you slammed her into the dirt.

Silence.

You stood over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping, and blood running from your busted nose, dripping down onto her uniform. Your hands braced against your knees. You’d been out there since early afternoon. Now the sun was beginning to set. You were exhausted. You offered her a hand, which she took, and you pulled her to her feet.

“Again.”

Levi’s voice cut through the field. A collective groan rippled through the group.

“Or you can all run,” he added flatly. The groan died instantly, and everyone began to fall back into formation, ready to pair with a new partner.

Heat prickled across your scalp, but not from exertion.

From sheer anger.

Fuck that.

“Then I guess that’s what we’re doing,” you shot back, straightening despite the way your body screamed in protest. Your hands planted firmly on your hips. “Because I’m not sparring again. Enough is enough.”

Silence pierced through the air like an arrow. Levi stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly, his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

“Excuse you?” His voice was low and deadly.

You stepped forward, unrelenting.

“Excuse yourself. But before you do, how many miles do you want from me, Captain?” You gestured sharply toward the field. "We’ve been out here for hours—with no rest, and no food. I am beyond done with this shit.”

Connie choked on his water.

Armin shifted uncomfortably.

Reiner muttered something under his breath.

No one else moved. Levi’s eyes narrowed.

Then he moved. Fast—closing the distance. One second, he was across the field, and the next, he was right in front of you. Close enough that his breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to your face. You straightened instinctively, chest puffing—unwilling to back down.

Even as your pulse spiked.

He smelled clean.

Like tea and expensive soap.

It was distracting.

“I don’t care who you take down,” he said quietly. “If you don’t know the technique, then you’re dead weight to me.”

You scoffed.

“You're so right. I’m sure the titans are going to be real impressed by my vertical suplex.”

Your voice was sharp, your glare unwavering. You were dangerously close to putting him on his back just to prove a point. Your palms sweated as you prepared to make your move. Your heel shifted upward. A hand landed on your shoulder just as you were about to lunge, holding you firmly.

Jean stepped in.

“That’s enough, y/n. Captain, please. She's just dysregulated...tired.”

His other hand settled around your upper arm, grounding, steady. Ensuring he could pull you back if need be. You didn’t move.

Levi’s gaze flicked to him.

Then back to you.

A quiet, humorless scoff left him.

“Tch.”

His eyes dragged over you—slow, deliberate.

Judging you.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Running to her rescue.”

Jean’s jaw tightened, and he lowered his gaze.

Levi leaned in just slightly—Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that you felt it in your chest.

“He can't save you from me,” he said under his breath.

Your stomach dropped. Your blood was boiling hot again.

“Look at you,” he added, straightening. “Covered in sweat, acting like you’ve done something impressive.” His lip curled faintly.

“You’re filthy.”

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.

Heat.

Sharp and sudden, it traveled directly to your core. It was an electric feeling.

You hated it. But your body loved it.

Really? He calls you filthy, and it does this to you?

You clenched your jaw at him, trying to hide the arousal in your eyes.

“Get cleaned up,” he said, voice dropping just for you. “Then come to my office.”

A moment passed. You wanted to hit him.

Kiss him.

Fuck his stupid brains out.

“I’ll deal with you there.”

He turned away like it was nothing.

“The rest of you are dismissed. Bunk inspection. 0500,” he yelled.

The formation broke quickly, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

You caught pieces—

“…she really said that to him…” “…we’re all screwed…” “…he’s gonna kill her…”

Eren stepped into your space almost immediately. “What were you thinking?” he snapped. “You can’t talk to him like that! You really think that's gonna fly?”

You shot him a look.

“That’s rich. Coming from you.”

He opened his mouth— then closed it, giving you an annoyed look before turning towards the barracks. You didn’t care. You were coming undone.

You were tired of the constant pressure. And with how infuriatingly he affected you. You hated how much you wanted him—and he hated you. That much was obvious. So why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? Why did every glance feel like something more? Why did you want him to fuck you through the wall?

You cut the thought off.

Hard.

No, no, no.

You weren’t doing that. Not here. Tensions were too high, you needed a cold shower to gather your composure and thoughts.

You’d cleaned up as best you could. The cold shower hadn't helped cool your irritated skin—or your troubled mind. The busted nose was still giving you issues, so you kept a handkerchief tucked in your pocket just in case it gushed again. Your mind raced about what to say to Levi.

He’s going to rip me apart for this.

The walk to his office felt longer than it should have. Your half-laced boots echoed against the stone, each step a reminder of just how sore you were. Your muscles were aching, shin splints throbbing, and your body was worn down to the bone.

Good.

You thought.

Let him see exactly what he’s done.

The halls were quiet at this hour; most had already turned in. Lantern light flickered along the walls, shadows stretching ahead of you.

You tried—once—to gather your thoughts. An apology or an explanation, but nothing stuck. Every time your mind circled back, it landed on the same thing—

his voice his proximity the way he looked at you

And the anger came rushing back.

Good.

You’d rather feel that than the other feelings that kept coming to the surface.

You stopped in front of his door.

For a second, you hesitated, your hand hovered.

knock. knock.

You straightened slightly, jaw crunched into a firm line, already bracing yourself for impact.

Levi

The knock came right on time.

Of course it did.

He hadn’t been looking at the clock—but he didn’t need to. Levi sat behind his desk, one hand resting loosely against the surface, the other wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.

He hadn't noticed or cared. His eyes flicked once toward the door, then back down.

"Tch..."

He should’ve handled it out there. Shut you down in front of everyone, and ended it. But no, you just had to push. He’d let it go too far. It needed to be addressed one-on-one.

An image flashed uninvited—

You, earlier. sweat-soaked, and breathing hard, defiant looking up at him like that…

He cut the thought off immediately.

Irrelevant.

He set the cup down with a quiet click, shaking his head. He walked around the desk, propping himself up on the corner, and grabbed a sheet of paper, pretending to be observing the writing scrawled there.

“Enter.”

He kept his voice flat and controlled, not allowing any emotion underneath it. The door creaked open and you slipped in.,

For half a second, he didn’t look up, deliberately. He let you stand there, and let the silence set in steadily. He was in control here.

Not you.

Then, his gaze lifted and froze involuntarily. Because you didn’t look like you usually did. You weren't carefully composed, sharp, or even halfway prepared to defend yourself against him.

You looked—

tired.

But...disarming.

Your hair was still slightly damp and loosely combed, your shirt was thrown on without much care, and your collar was open more than enough to be noticeable. The fabric was thin and hung more softly on your frame than your uniform ever did; it looked loose and unstructured.

And underneath—

You wore nothing.

No support, and no effort to hide it. Just you.

Your posture was held together by will alone. You smelled clean. It was a faint, subtle scent—he recognized it now, a light hint of lavender. It wasn't too heavy; he could just hardly smell it as your presence filled the room, making him curious. He wished he hadn’t, because it immediately went to his groin. He wanted more of it.

He quickly composed himself.

"You’re late.”

You weren’t. But he didn’t care.

“No, I’m not.”

God he wanted to fix that mouth of yours.

“Shut the door” he demanded coolly.

You did as he said. He didn’t offer you anything. He just looked at you with a cold expression while assessing you.

“You’ve been getting careless,” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk, with his hands crossed.

Your brows pulled. “Careless?”

“You're defiant,” he corrected. “You think because you can hold your own, you get to ignore orders.”

“I didn’t ignore anything,” you shot back at him. “I defended myself, I pushed back for once because you are constantly on me, no matter how hard I try, or how well I do," you shot back, throwing your hands up at your sides.

He couldn't miss the way your breasts moved under that loose-fitted, thin shirt...He sharpened his resolve.

“You don’t push back.” He said plainly, leaning off of the edge of the desk and stepping a bit closer. “You follow orders. That’s it.”

Your jaw tensed until you felt like your teeth would crack. “Not when they don’t make a lick of sense.”

Tch.

“There it is.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you even stopped to consider that titans are not our only enemies?”

That hit you; he could see it in the way that your eyebrows knitted together. There was hesitation as you swallowed hard.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, steadier than you felt. “Not if I’m too beat down to train properly.”

Excuses, excuses.

He knew how strong you were--he needed you to be stronger. On his level. He needed you to be able to protect yourself when he couldn't be there.

And he knew for a fact 'Jean boy' couldn't keep you safe.

“Or maybe,” he said, quieter now, “you've just been too distracted lately.”

Your eyes sharpened. “By what?" You laughed at him. "If there's something you want to say, don't be coy. Just spit it out, Captain."

He didn’t answer right away, because he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to pry without seeming as if he cared too much.

“You and Kirstein putting on your little show in front of everyone.”

Your expression shifted, just barely.

“You made a spectacle,” he continued. “Both of you did.”

“That’s not what that was—He was just trying to stop me from escalating the situation because you—"

“It looked like it,” he interrupted flatly. “And it’s enough to make the rest of the squad think they can fall out of line whenever they feel like it.” Silence hung in the air as he eyed you, studying your expression. You swallowed hard, and your breathing was faster.

“And whatever you think it is that you have with him… It’s going to cost you in the end. I've seen it many times. He can't keep you safe out there—he's just a distraction.”

Your eyes flashed with anger.

“You don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about.”

“No?”

“No,” you snapped, not even caring to explain that you had distanced yourself from Jean romantically. “I get it. You fucking hate me, Levi. You think me obnoxious and reckless, and now you're insinuating I'm a careless whore, so you know what? Just—kick me from the squad and get it over with.”

Silence fell between you.

He didn’t even know what to say.

You looked as if you would burst into tears; your watery eyes were swimming with defeat and shame.

His heart dropped at the sight of it.

He could admit he hadn’t been the warmest—hell, he never was with anyone—but he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone so wrong that you thought he felt all of that toward you…

When, in reality, he’d only ever wanted to be closer to you.

All the times he placed you near him on missions. The way he adjusted your gear without asking. He wouldn’t admit it—he had too much pride for that—but he hadn’t done any of it without reason. And he sure as hell didn’t want you walking around with the wrong idea about where you stood with him.

“Exactly." You quipped. "Nothing to say."

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you said, your voice choking; he could tell you were on the verge of tears. “Give you something to brag about—how you finally put me in my place, kicked me back to the cadets, or had me disbarred.”

You scoffed softly, already turning away.

“I’ll save you the trouble. I’m done.” You took a breath, hoping it would stifle the tears. “I’ll transfer. Find another section—or go to the MPs. I’ll talk to Erwin in the morning.”

You swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

“I won’t be a burden to you anymore.”

Your voice cracked anyway. You turned before he could see the pain in your expression, moving for the door.

He let you take one step.

Two...

Then his hand shot out, gripping your arm firmly. Stopping you cold in your tracks.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice lowered. “Stop talking like that.”

You turned sharply, trying to pull free—but he didn't let you. Instead, he pulled you in closely. So close that your forearms rested on his chest, you were gazing up at him with those big, y/e/c eyes. They were swimming with tears, as if you were going to burst at the seams at any moment. Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought to hold back the raw emotion, the sadness, and the desire that were mixing and bubbling up all at once.

He had never wanted you more than right now—right in this moment.

He wanted to fuck you until you cried for completely different reasons.

His grip tightened just enough to hold you there against him; his voice was low and measured, but no longer clean. He was cracking, but he didn't even care anymore. Stubbornness be damned. And the opinions of the other people on his squad. And certainly Jean.

“He’s not the man for you—he can't protect you like..."

The words fell just short. His pride was still trying to stand in the way of his feelings for you.

Fuck, she's killing me...

His jaw tightened up, and he breathed heavily out of his nose, his grip still tight around your wrist. He brought up his other hand now, holding the opposite wrist gently. There was so much tension that he was afraid he would explode. Your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were thrown off, but you weren't pulling away. A sign that you wanted him to keep going.

“Like what?” you breathed, barely above a whisper.

His eyes locked onto yours; something in them had shifted now. They were calm and doleful, as if you were anticipating him. Hanging on his every word like a prayer.

He just had to say it.

To let go.

“He can't protect you like I will.”

The room went still. That was it. That was the line. Now there was no taking it back. Your lips parted— and that was enough of a sign for him. He closed what little distance was left between you, and kissed you.

Y/n

He kissed you.

What in the fuck...

Your mind raced. This couldn't actually be happening. His lips were soft. He smelled like Jasmine tea. Like clean linen. Just like you had imagined he would.

You were curious. How could you possibly help yourself? You moved your mouth against his, in rhythm with him. He brushed his tongue against your lips, begging to deepen the kiss.

Finally.

You were getting to taste him—to taste his tongue as it coiled with yours, exploring you deeper. He tasted so sweet, like honey. You were aching for more. His hands moved from your wrists to your waist, holding you there for a moment before turning you towards the desk. He lifted you up effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, momentarily breaking the kiss while he sat you down on the desktop.

"He can't make you feel the way I will..."

"Yeah?" you sighed, lips crashing back into his as his hands felt up the hem of your shirt, reaching underneath and caressing firmly, making sure to stop over your soft nipples and pinch slightly--teasing you.

You exhaled sharply through your teeth, the intense sensation shot straight to your womanhood, wetness began quickly pooling there. He lifted the shirt over your head entirely, taking in your bare breasts. His tongue traveled down your neck, sending shivers all over your spine and goosebumps rising over your whole body. He smirked at how easily your body reacted to him.

He moved his mouth over one of your nipples while his hand moved to the other—massaging and toying lightly with his slender, expert fingers. At the same time, his lips worked softly, pulling you into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the soft bud, which was already tightening under his touch. Soft whimpers left your lips shamelessly. Levi's pants were stretching tightly around his waist as your moans brought him closer to his full length.

"He can't make you moan like this either..."

He continued the assault with his tongue, sliding his hand lower, tracing down your defined stomach all the way to your center, where you wanted him to caress most of all. His hand slid shamelessly into your loose-fitted pants; you hadn't bothered to completely button them. His fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them gently from out of his way.

He softly fingered your pussy, his digits sliding in and out slowly with ease. You couldn't help it now—you moaned loudly, helpless against his brutal assault as he quickened his pace, using his middle and ring fingers, curling them upwards inside of you, hooking into that most sensitive spot, drawing loud noises from deep inside of your throat.

"He definitely can't make you this wet...can he?” He paused slightly, his voice dropping low, dripping with malice, only for a split second—

“Has he…?”

You didn't answer—partially because you couldn't find a break in the pleasure long enough to breathe—your eyes were screwed shut, and your head thrown back, fighting not to get too turned on too quickly.

Too late…

You also didn’t answer partly because you didn't know what Jean was capable of. You hadn't had the chance to tell Levi that Jean had never done anything more than kiss or grope you.

"Answer me," he demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and circling them inside of you, bringing you back to reality—here with him, his fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy, causing you to shudder.

You moaned helplessly.

"N--no.." you offered. “He never touched me…”

You were shocked at his forwardness, it was amusing to you. “Why, are you jealous?” You teased.

He pulled away from you slightly to look at your face—his eyes were dark.

“Jealous…” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do I need to be jealous…?”

His hand slipped away from between your thighs, slowly—only to bring his fingers up to your mouth.

You barely had time to breathe before he pressed them past your lips. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue curled around them instinctively, tasting yourself, your eyes fluttering as you sucked them clean—soft, and needy. His gaze darkened at the sight. He exhaled quietly through his nose, something almost amused flickering beneath the surface of his gaze.

“…when I can do that to you?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer—his hand coming up to tilt your chin as he took your mouth again, slowly consuming you. Your arousal still lingered on your lips as he swirled his tongue, mixing with his own unique, sweet taste…It was dizzying and intoxicating. He suddenly pulled back, leaving you yearning, and looked at you.

His gaze dragged over your body slowly, deliberately, like he was saving the moment in his memory for later use. It made your stomach tighten. You watched him in return, your pulse hammering as he pushed his pants down his hips, never breaking eye contact. The outline beneath the fabric alone made your heart beat faster.

You weren’t inexperienced—but it had been years.

Then he finished stripping. Your eyes widened before you could stop them.

…Fuck.

He was bigger than you expected. A lot bigger.

Your breath shook, chest rising a little too fast as you stared. Of course he noticed, he seemed to notice everything about you.

Levi’s mouth tilted—just slightly into a small smile.

“Tch,” he muttered, acting unimpressed by your reaction on the surface… but his eyes gave him away, they were brimming with satisfaction and pride. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Scared of it?”

His voice dropped, quieter now as he closed the distance between you.

“…Relax.” He paused for a moment, nestling between your thighs as your knuckles gripped the desk, you shifted your weight, knocking a pen that rolled onto the floor as you made room for him between your thighs.

“I won’t break you.” He brushed your lip carefully, ever so gently—as if he wanted to comfort you.

His length brushed along the inside of your thighs as he kissed you one last time. When he pulled back, his gaze dipped, his hand wrapping around himself, giving a few slow strokes before guiding himself into place.

Then his eyes lifted to yours, locked in.

He dragged the tip along your slick folds—slowly teasing—up and down your heat, watching the way your breath caught sharply, the way your body reacted to every movement. He was testing you. He was enjoying how easily he could unravel you. He didn’t look away, not for a second.

“Levi…” you gasped, grabbing his strong arm, as he guided the tip past your entrance. “It’s been a long time…”

His eyes didn’t waver.

“Believe me…I can tell” A long breath left him as your body clenched around him instinctively, his forehead dropped briefly against yours.

He brushed your bottom lip softly with his thumb.

“Breathe.” He whispered.

You took a deep breath inward...

Then—slowly—he pushed inside of your aching core.

You gasped, your hand flying up to grip his shoulder, fingers tightening as your head tipped back. A shudder ran through you at the almost unbearable stretch, your breath shifted hard, and your head lulled back as he filled that space inch by inch.

His lips found your neck, hot and sloppy—unlike the Levi you knew previously who was very precise and neat—a low groan rumbled against your skin as he pressed deeper inside of you until there was nowhere left to go.

The feeling hit all at once, so intense and raw.

“…fuck,” you whimpered, barely holding onto the word as you screwed your eyes shut.

“That’s excessive…” you laughed breathily, like his size personally offended you.

Levi pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand sliding firm around your lower back, dragging you flush against him again—holding you there, making sure you felt every inch of him, every second of it.

“Your body says otherwise… you’re not exactly pushing me away, are you?"

Heat rushed to your face—he was right. Your body betrayed you, your pussy was tightening around him without mercy. That sharp, pulsing ache settled deep as he touched your cervix.

You moaned deeply.

“I guess that means you like it?” he murmured, voice low and too calm for what he was doing to you.

“You have no idea…” you breathed.

He didn’t say anything further, dragging out slowly and pushing lazily back into your cunt, savoring every pulse and movement of your tight walls clenching around him.

He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his impossible size. Each motion was calculated, like he was testing how much you could take before you broke. You felt every shift, and every pull, your grip tightened on him as your body reacted without permission.

A soft sound slipped from your lips when he pulled back.

Another when he pressed forward again.

Then he found a rhythm.

Which was relentless.

The desk trembled beneath you with the force of it, his breathing growing heavier. His gaze locked onto yours, sharply, holding you there so you didn’t have the option to look away.

And when his hands shifted—spreading your legs wider, and pulling you closer, you thought you would fall completely back onto the desk.

He was most intentional, as if he had already decided exactly how this would go down. You chuckled as he fucked you senseless. His hand quickly shot up in response, gripping your chin.

“Something amusing here?” He grunted, his voice a deep warning. He wouldn’t be taken lightly.

“Already had this all figured out, didn’t you?” you murmured, eyes flicking up to his. “Been planning it? Exactly how and where you were going to fuck me?"

His next movement was swift as he hauled you across the room and dropped you onto the love seat tucked in the corner. You fell back, instinctively drawing your knees together, arms crossing over your chest—but that smirk was still there as you looked up at him. He towered over you, one hand braced on either side, caging you in; his presence was consuming and overwhelming in the best way.

“You’re exactly right,” he said quietly.

His voice was calm.

“And the next thing I had planned…” he continued, leaning in slightly, eyes dark, “is to make you cum right here.”

Your breath faltered.

"Uncover yourself.” he commanded in a low voice, planting a small kiss on your bent knee. “Don’t hide from me.”

He paused as his hands slid to your knees.

“Open your legs..." He said sharply, pushing them apart with unhurried pressure, "And don’t close them again until I’m finished.”

His gaze locked onto yours.

“Understood?”

There was no room to argue, so you simply swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good...Just like that."

He settled between your legs, weight pressing you back into the cushions, his presence heavy. He entered you again and immediately started fucking you wildly. You moaned—long and languid as he hit the right spot with every single thrust.

He slid one hand between you, finding your clit as he drove you into the cushions. Your legs hung helplessly at his hips as his fingers moved in slow circles. You could feel yourself getting close to a sensation no one had pulled from you in years. Something you had only ever given yourself for so long.

And now here you were.

Letting him force it out of you.

“Levi… I—I think I’m about to—” your words came out broken, your voice pitching higher with each violent thrust. You could barely keep up with the feeling building inside you as he kept that same relentless pace.

“Fuck…that’s it,” he breathed, voice rougher now, his control slipping away from him as your pussy clenched and pulsed around him. “Just like that… I can feel it.” he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened slightly, holding you there while he pounded mercilessly into you.

You reached the height of your release, as if he controlled your body— commanding it to do exactly as he willed it to. You quivered around him, nails digging into the small of his back as you rode out waves of pleasure. Each stroke started back up the orgasm all over again. The only thing you wanted him to do was fuck you as hard as he possibly could—

You must have said so out loud because his thrusts became intolerable, he rutted inside of you violently as he cussed and groaned under his breath.

Then the heat faded, leaving you with a raw, satisfied feeling. You zoned out as your high ebbed away—you floated away in your mind, eyes clamped shut tightly.

He said something you didn’t catch, until he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto your belly, jolting you back to reality again. He dragged your hips up towards his pelvis, bringing you to your knees, and pushing your head downward roughly into the cushion.

“Do what I say when I say it…” he warned. “We’re not finished just because you are.” He bit, gathering your hair into one hand before driving back inside of you.

You yelped.

Your aching core was so sensitive you didn’t know how much more you could possibly stand to take. You babbled and whimpered as he used you—taking every single thrust deeply. His name left your lips over and over, as if it were the only thing left that you could possibly remember how to say.

“That’s right…not Jean, not anyone else. Just me…Now keep saying it…”

His hips began to stutter, his breathing was turning uneven. He was losing that perfect control he always carried.

He was so close.

“Levi… It’s all yours…” your voice broke, tears threatening to spill as everything overwhelmed you at once. He gripped your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you up—firm but not rough this time—guiding you onto your palms, and pressing you firmly into that position. Your body trembled, and your back arched deeply, completely spent. Any rational thought left was slipping through your fingers. Emotion was taking over. And maybe that was why it came out so easily.

“I’ve thought about you every day… for months…” you panted.

You felt him shift closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“That right…?” he murmured low and dangerous, but quieter than before.

“Yes!” you cried, tears spilling freely now. “I’ve always felt this way about you… There’s no one else for me… It’s only you.”

Your words broke apart as you spoke them, emotion finally spilling over as your body followed right behind, once again letting go around him. The tears fell freely, soaking into the couch beneath you as he drove into you unforgiving, like he was trying to force something out of himself just as much as he was forcing it out of you.

“…Don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” he muttered, voice rougher than before, control slipping. “… I’m not letting you take it back.”

“I never want to take it back…I only want you…fuck—please!”

Your voice, spent and needy, sent him over the edge. You could feel him pulsing inside of you as he filled you completely with cum in hot bursts. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you to him as he came inside, planting soft kisses on your shoulders and panting softly into your neck.

He slowly eased out, watching his seed drip from your swollen pussy—something that belonged only to him now. Your legs were shaking, and your hair was falling along your back and shoulders.

You slumped onto your side, body still trembling, as he pulled away and stood. He moved quickly, scanning the room before grabbing something to clean you with.

“Uhh… this’ll have to do for now.” He handed you a small towelette. “Clean up. Then get dressed.”

You frowned immediately, your brows knitting together.

“Oh… alright then…” you trailed off, your heart sinking as you instinctively covered yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you were.

Maybe that was all this had been.

A plan,

Then a moment.

And now, he would be done with you.

“Tch… don’t look so upset.” His voice cut directly through your thoughts. “You don’t plan on walking to my bedroom like that, do you?”

You blinked, the tension in your chest eased up just slightly.

“Oh… okay…” You let out a small breath, something like a quiet, relieved laugh slipping out. He clicked his tongue softly, like your reaction annoyed him more than anything else. "For a second I thought—"

"I’m not that kind of man,” he said flatly, cutting you off before you could finish. “Don’t start making assumptions.”

His gaze flicked over you briefly, taking in your naked body, as if he was satisfied with his hard work.

“I’m not going anywhere…so get used to it." He said, pulling on his clothes. "You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You caught traces of a faint smile on his lips as he finished dressing, and though you knew he’d never admit it, you could tell he was smugly happy that he got his way.

It was 10:30am. Damn, I only got 4 hours of sleep. How the hell am I going to get through today? Finally more awake then before to be able to think properly, but extremely sore, she quickly grabs one of her dresses from her suitcase and puts it on before Levi got out out the bathroom. She sits back down on the bed and patiently waits for him, ready to confront him for his actions and pain that he had caused her the night before, early this morning actually. 

Levi stepped out of the bathroom which made her jump a bit. He was wearing a towel over his waist and still had water droplets in his hair, he looks at her and gives her his soft smile that makes her stomach flutter. He walks towards her and takes off the towel around his waist and hangs it up, leaving him completely nude and walking right toward her. 

She expected the worst again. He's just going to do this all the time now isn't he? Asuna stands up and takes a few steps back, silently asking him to please not do this right now. Before she knew it he was right in front of her, cupping her cheek and passionately kissing her again, slipping some tongue. He lets go after a couple seconds then walks back to grab his pants and belt, putting it on. She breathes a sigh of relief and sits back down, not knowing what the hell to say. 

"Good morning," he breaks the silence. "You sleep well?"

"No, not particularly..." she replies, turning her back toward him, hoping that he got the hint as to why she got no sleep and why she is more terrified of him than she ever has been before. 

He starts to put on his white dress shirt with his trademark white ascot, looking in the mirror to make sure that his hair isn't messed up and that his ascot is straightened out, he finally finished by putting on his black blazer and tightening his belt. She could see him getting dressed in the corner of her eye but still refused to look at him, but he makes it back to her first before leaving.

"There is a lot of work to do before the wedding, I've already begun preparations for it. If everything goes as planned, it will be within the coming week." He says. Staring down at her while she continued to look down sitting on the side of the bed. She doesn't respond, she just listens and sighs.

"Hey," he raises his voice a just a bit which causes her to instinctively look up at him. He holds her chin up so she can look into his eyes. "Was your innocence really that important to you?"

"I had told you multiple times that I was not ready, and you did it anyway. You fucking tied me up, Levi." She breaks her silence. "What do you expect me to make of that?"

"The deal was when I took you was that you were mine, and you're going to be my wife." He replies. "Shouldn't a husband be able to do whatever he wants with his wife?"

"I'm not your wife yet... even then I don't think its in any rulebook that a husband is supposed to force himself onto his wife." she defies him. She may be terrified of him, but she had been raised to always defend herself against anybody that takes advantage of her, even if that one person happens to be the King. 

He looks at her and doesn't say anything, just thinking. She was right, though. He knew that when he had done what he did last night, then she was most likely going to hate him for it, or even be afraid of him, which she was. Though, at the same time he was confident that he would eventually gain her trust and get used to him and his ways. After all, she wasn't going anywhere. He tries to put both his hands on her face to look at her better, but she slaps his hand away.

"You told me... you would never hurt me!" she cries. Trying not to let tears run down her eyes once again, she wanted to be stronger from now on, considering her circumstances and her future as a Queen.

"Even if it's right or not right in your eyes, I don't plan to hurt you, nor stop what I want to do with you." Levi says. Preparing to walk off and leave her questioning her worth once again.

Asuna realizes that her version of 'hurt' and his are completely different. He wasn't going to change, he wasn't going to take her interests at heart. She got it now, he wasn't just humanities strongest nor the King of the Walls, he was a selfish asshole, who takes advantage of his own power and does what he wants to others, even his Queen. A part of her always knew, but now she was certain. He may have been attracted to her, but Levi only took her hand in marriage because he needed to get married, and rejected to marry any other girl that was thrown at him, and that the only reason she is here is for his mere entertainment. 

She sighs softly, the discreetly looks to her left towards the doors of their bedroom, then looking back up at him to see that he did not take his eyes off her the entire time.

"You planning to run away?" he asks.

"I am strongly considering it." 

He chuckles, giving her one last kiss to her forehead before walking away and heading for the door. She stands up and thinks in her head that she can probably make a run for it, but all the odds seemed to be against her. 

"Well, you can't." He turns back then opens the door to leave. "I have work to do, there should be maids coming in soon to help you with your wardrobe. Hange also insisted that she would be the one to show you around the castle, so get ready for that, too."

With that, he turns around and closes the door behind him. Hearing a lock shortly after, she groans in annoyance. Falling onto the bed face first and screaming into the pillow. Is this asshole really going to keep me locked in here the entire time? I sure fucking hope not. Asuna thought about what her rights will be as a Queen once her and Levi get married, maybe once it is official he won't be able to enforce her being locked in this room 24/7. So much for the version of 'never hurting her' or 'never treat her unfairly.' Did he actually say that? I don't remember. Regardless, he's not going to keep me in this fucking room forever.

She walks out to the balcony and feels the sunlight shine on her for the first time since she's been here. She sees the town beneath her, she hears the voices and commotion within it, as well as Wall Sina in the distance. She doesn't think she has ever seen the wall open like this before, and it was beautiful, all of it. Feeling the breeze against her face, she takes a deep breath and admires the life living below her. It is absolutely insane that a world like this is surrounded by giant monsters who want nothing but to eat us, not that I've ever seen one. Is this how it is going to be for life as we know it? 

She tries to lay back down, still exhausted from the events of last night as well as her lack of sleep. Now that he's gone, maybe she can just rest a bit before those maids or whoever he referred to were going to come in. She was surprisingly excited to meet new faces, the fear of the idea of her being trapped inside a room all day with nobody to talk to. I wish he would let me actually know him rather than just kiss me and fuck me, take my virginity, with no meaning behind it. All I've wanted was to feel loved by someone, if anything. I felt that kind of love with Harrison, but it was unfortunate that I didn't feel the same. 

This, on so many levels, was different. 

After about 20 minutes, Asuna closes her eyes and drifted off, the exhaustion that she's felt since this was all happening was finally catching up to her. The nerves calmed down, all the fear she felt was slowly slipping away, finally, she could rest her head in peace. 

Like she has been so many times, she was wrong. 

She hears a knock on the door, quickly shooting up from her slumber and looks at the door. Hearing it knock one more time, she doesn't know where to go from here. Do I say something? Or are they just going to walk in?

"Uhh, come in?" she hesitantly says.

After that, the door is unlocked and opens before she knew what was happening. A tall girl walks in with a hand maiden dress, she had short black haired and smiled at Asuna with delight and waved. Asuna gets up from the bed and rubs her eyes, attempting to wake up. Seeing the black haired girl waving at her, following her was five other handmaidens who came in with countless amount of dresses, clean sheets and towels and bows before her, as if she was some sort of Goddess. Ladies, please don't. I'm no Goddess, nor am I a Queen.

"Your Grace," the black haired girl bows to her, following the others to do the same. "We have been ordered to help you with your wardrobe and getting set up with everything!"

Your Grace? Are you kidding?  Deep down she didn't want anyone to call her that, but she expected that is what was expected of them, since she is now the Queen, or will be at least...in the coming week, she will be officially be titled as 'Your Grace,' despite not feeling that way at all, nor feeling like she could ever deserve that kind of title. 

"Hi." Asuna replies. Seeing all of the handmaidens await for her to give her cue for them to come forward and walk in. They didn't want to upset her or make her uncomfortable, after all. 

"May we come in?" the black haired girl asks politely. She can sense by their presence and their manners that they are only here to help. With that, she nods.

They all walk in as if they knew the bedroom by heart. Carrying in lots of clothing that was covered so that she couldn't see what they looked like beneath. All walking towards her and putting the clothes in her closet while quietly saying 'Your Grace' as they continued doing what they came to do. She didn't know what to do or what to say, politely nodding her head as they walked all around her. They must have been told not to speak to her unless spoken to, but that's not what she wanted at all. The only person who spoke up and broke the silence was the black haired girl, who came up to her and bowed in front of her. 

"Your Grace, we have been sent to get your wardrobe set up, as well as grant you with any request that you may need."

"Um, thank you!" she hesitantly replies. "Actually, I am pretty hungry, I... haven't eaten since..."

"Yes! Of course!" the black haired girl responds. "Shall we get you some breakfast?"

"Yes please." Asuna smiles, grateful to someone for actually granting her some kindness. With that, a couple of the maids nod and walk out to go get their Queen some food, while the others stayed and get up the dresses for her to try on, as well as changing the sheets to the bed, which were far from clean prior to the night before. As the two girls change the sheets to the bed, they saw small blood stains that covered it, they notice it and expected why they were there, but didn't say anything to avoid making their Queen feel awkward. 

Looking down in embarrassment, she got reminded again on everything that just happened the night prior, feeling slightly sad and defeated. The black haired girl stands in front of her and looks at her in sadness. She can probably guess why Asuna was feeling down, as well as why there were blood stains on the sheets, she wanted to comfort her and tell her that everything will get easier, and that she is going to be happy here, but at the moment, she wasn't happy at all.

"Are you okay?" the girl asks her. Asuna looks up and seems surprised on her asking her if she was alright. Do I really not look like I'm okay? I mean, I'm not... but I really don't want to look like I'm sad. 

That question seemed to get to her more than the maid girl expected it to. She looks up at the girl with an expression in her eyes that would break anyone's heart, her eyes started to water as she attempted to not break down once again. She nods without trying to show her true feels and smiles softly. 

"May I?" the black haired girl asks her while extending out her hands to grab hers. Asuna nods and takes her hands in hers, small tears finally slipping out as she couldn't hold it in anymore, especially if someone is nice enough to give her comfort while she goes through her this kind of stress. 

"It will get easier," the sweet maid girl reassures her. "I promise."

Asuna wipes her tears and chuckles softly. "I'm sorry, but can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Dana, Your Grace!" she responds joyfully, still holding onto her hands and squeezing them to comfort her. "I'm your new personal handmaiden!"

Personal handmaiden? She thought. Like somebody that's going to bathe and cloth me all the time? I'd really prefer to do that all myself... I mean, if she's going to be considered my personal handmaiden, she should let me know what I want. At least she seems sweet.

"It's nice... to meet you..." she replies shyly. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."

"That's okay," she smiles back. "I can understand completely, but if there is anything you need at all, please ask me. There is nothing I want to do more but to make your new life here better."

Asuna smiles and silently thanks her. Maybe this personal handmaiden of hers will become somebody she can actually trust, somebody she can talk to whenever she needs it. Hange seemed like she'd be trustworthy and would be there for her when she needs it. Though, Hange was extremely busy all the time with Scout Regiment missions and her studies on the existence of the titans, Asuna doesn't want to bother her when she's occupied on other things. So with Dana, she was able to rely on her when she is going to need it most. 

"Shall we start with your wardrobe?" Dana asks. "We have brought lots of custom designed dresses that I think you'd look amazing in!"

She nods once again, not ever being treated like this before. She turns to see the other handmaidens who just changed the sheets to the bed grabbing out the dresses and items that were in her suitcase. Putting her pictures and other items that she brought to the side, they grabbed the dresses she brought and walked out with them, surprising her on what they are doing with her clothes.

"Wait, what are they doing?" Asuna questions. 

"You don't need those worn out clothes anymore, we're here to bring you new things to wear! After all, since you're going to be the Queen, you'll have to look presentable!" Dana answers her.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Wait, I'm not going to say that out loud, I don't want to be mean when she's just here trying to help. Are my clothes not good enough for this place? I mean, most of them were clothes I wore when I was working on the farm at home... But they didn't have to take them away, what the hell.

"I guess?" Asuna responds. 

All the handmaidens helped her undress and took turns helping her into different dresses. A lot of the dresses didn't fit her and started tightening around her waist, her breasts were too big for most of these which surprised the girls on how beautifully shaped she was. They had given her and tried on over 20 dresses that she can wear, the one she liked the best was the long, cream colored silk fabric dress that almost liked like Daenerys Targaryen's wedding dress. It was comfortable and soft, most of the dresses were like this and not too fancy that she would look like a Barbie doll. 

"You are absolutely gorgeous." one of the handmaidens said, warming Asuna's heart a bit. 

"Levi picked well." Another one said. 

"Yeah! I'm jealous!" One more said.

The comments from the other handmaidens made Dana glare at them to shut up as they quickly backed off. The last thing Dana wanted was for Asuna to be more uncomfortable and embarrassed than she already was. After all, four or five girls had came into her room, undressed her and had seen every inch of her body. Dana had decided that from there on she wouldn't bring so many handmaidens to help her dress to make Asuna more comfortable. 

After about an hour, they had given her new dresses and some nightgowns that she can wear to sleep, it didn't seem to bad, she actually really liked how they looked on her, she felt like a princess. As they had began to finish, other girls had finally brought in her breakfast which made her mouth water. She was so hungry, the other girls left, leaving her with just Dana to accompany her. It was a beautiful dish of with French toast and eggs, with some pancakes on the side. It looked so appetizing.

"Thank you for everything," Asuna gratefully says as she begins to dig in, feeling like she hasn't eaten in years. Dana smiles and feels like she was successful at making her Queen feel slightly better.

"Of course, Your Grace." she responds happily. "I just hope you eventually start to like it here, every girl in the kingdom, as well as in the castle, all wish they could be in your place right now."

Dana was right. She was luckier than most, especially on where she stands right now. Beautiful dresses, a luxurious room, and delicious food. The one thing that she wishes would be different was the behavior of her fiancee. She couldn't get the thought out of her head, will he ever change? Or is this just going to be how it is for her now? 

"Also, you don't need to call me that. Just Asuna is fine." She addresses. Dana nods. Anything for my Queen. Dana thought. After a couple minutes of Asuna enjoying her food as if she hadn't eaten in her entire life. She realizes that this new personal handmaiden of hers seemed to be someone who truly had her best interests at heart, unlike someone she knew. 

"I hate him..." Asuna said out of nowhere. Dana glanced at her and widened her eyes in shock, surprised on what she said as well as the idea that she is actually expressing her true feelings to her. 

"Levi-sama?"

"Who else? I don't know how I am going to get through any of this." she said, drinking the tea that was given to her with her breakfast. 

"It's only been one night, and I almost thought about running out the door and getting as far from here as I can." She finishes. 

"Like I said, it will get easier." Dana reassures her again. Knowing what she is referring to. He took her virginity against her will, didn't he? Great way to introduce your future wife to her new home. Damn it, Levi-sama.

"Listen," Dana continues. "I've been here a long time, and I have heard how scary Levi can be, but he's not a bad person. This kingdom is thriving because of him, and now he finally has someone that he can call his wife. You won't be stuck in this room forever, Your Gra- I mean, Asuna-sama. Just give it some time, I promise you everything... will work out."

Dana words really touched her, and surprisingly made her feel a bit more confident than she was before. She was also happy that she called her by her first name rather than Your Grace. I am really starting to like this girl. Asuna thought. 

She may have claimed that she hated Levi, but deep down she may feel like that's an overstatement. He may of hurt her and took advantage of her, with no feeling at all that he might deeply care for her, but he had to have chosen her to be his Queen for a reason, right? The words that Dana said gave her some hope that maybe he might eventually change, and this will all get easier soon. 

"Yeah..." Asuna responds. "Anyways, um.. I was told that Hange was going to come get me soon to show me around the castle. I'm actually quite curious to see all of it! Is she running late?"

A handmaiden girl comes and grabs her plate from the table as Dana tries to figure out the right way to respond. 

"Yeah, she hasn't forgotten!" Dana states. "She's just been a bit preoccupied with some serious business right now." 

With that, as the other handmaidens leave the room, Asuna sees that there are about four guards standing watch at her door, with strong alert in their stances, and other soldiers running by the hallway in a rush to get to their destination. That's weird, are there usually this many guards at my door? 

Confused, she agrees that Hange might have some business to work on before she could get to her. Though, she couldn't help but see the hesitation and fear that Dana had in her eyes, there must be something she wasn't telling her, because she seemed to tense up a bit as if there was something wrong. 

But what was it? What is wrong?

AN:

[I am sorry if this chapter was slow and boring, I am trying to get it so that we understand Asuna's (Or Y/N's) surroundings, also introducing new characters that seem like they can help her along the way. If you've gotten this far in my story, please let me know if you like it so far, I really appreciate you :)]

The one who was most shocked was the girl herself, Asuna, who almost collapsed on her feet while the man next to her kept her up right. The man, Harrison, held Asuna tight as she attempted to process what the King just said. She didn't react, she just stood there staring at the ground in complete shock, then looked back up at the King who had just asked for her hand in marriage. Harrison also looked up at Levi, with furious rage and anger, he was going to take her away, he was going to make her his, and it teared him up inside, knowing there was nothing he could do. 

Dan Reiss, was almost as shocked as his daughter. His mouth clinging open as he stood in front of the King with disbelief. He took a second to figure out if this was real or if it was another one of his drunk imaginations getting the best of him, but it wasn't, this was real, this was really happening. 

"I'm sorry, come again, Your Grace?" Dan asked, breaking the silence. 

"You heard me," Levi answered almost immediately. "Do I have to repeat myself? I hate doing that."

"Answer him!" Asuna screamed at Levi in absolute shock. She looked like she was about to break down, with the unknown man still holding her as if she was dying. He felt a tad bit of jealously when he saw Harrison holding her like that, he didn't understand why, he didn't know her, after all. 

Asuna put her hand over her mouth, trying to understand and attempted not to cry. Levi was a king, he was the most powerful man that humanity as we knew it had known. Countless rich and highborn girls were offered to Levi to be his wife, and all of them, he rejected. Angering the higher ups and his advisors, he continued to feast on girls who he didn't feel he needed to ever commit to, even though half of them managed to fall in love with him, despite his sadistic and lustful tendencies. And for the record, most of the girls he fucked were nothing but maids or the rich girls he met during business gatherings. 

For years, it was like this, he refused his advisors at every turn when they prompted him to marry, for years, he constantly refused. Until now, asking a small village girl who was far from rich at this point, who thought she was a nobody and continued to live her simple life caring for her childhood home, is now being asked to be King Levi's wife. 

"Dan Reiss, like I said, I will forgive your crimes. I will pardon all of the money you owe me that you don't have. I will not hold any grudges against you any longer, if you agree to let me have Asuna as my wife." Levi confronts. "I am not giving you an option to think it over, it is a yes or no question, you're smart enough, to know the outcome of both." 

Yep, this is really happening. Dan closes his eyes and looks down. He didn't have much time to think about it. Though, he realized that it was either his life ending or his daughter becoming the Queen of the Walls. If he chose no, then he would be dead and he would not have any idea what would happen to his daughter or her future. He expected the worst, he feels like even if he was killed by Levi at this very second, Levi would take her anyway. He gives it a lot of thought for about a minute which to Asuna felt like hours. He would rather stay alive and pardoned for his crimes rather than not know what would happen to his only daughter. He had decided. 

He turns to his daughter, who has gotten free from the grasp of Harrison and walks towards her dad and waits for his answer, small tears beginning to fall from her beautiful green eyes. He looks at her with sadness, as well as relief.  

He knew Levi was many things, but a liar, he was not. If he was going to take Asuna's hand in marriage, he would do it, she would be his wife, his Queen, he would protect her and keep her safe from harm to the best of his ability. When she becomes Queen, she will almost have just as the same amount of power as him, as well as the same rights as him. He couldn't help but feel, deep down, this seemed like revenge. He felt as if Levi didn't care about his daughter any less than he cared about any of the other girls he led into his bedroom, this was punishment for his crimes. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was the only reason he was truly asking for Asuna. Though, despite all of this, it was an acceptable offer, but, knowing this, he may never see his daughter again, or barely, at all. 

Levi breaks the silence once more and speaks up.

"Say yes." 

This was a shock to everyone, he didn't know her. He didn't feel like he cared for her at all or ever will care for her like a husband is supposed to. She would have a new life, a new start, instead of being the caretaker of this large piece of land he owned, she would be the Queen. And after one short answer he would give to Levi, the Queen is what she would become. 

"Honey..." Dan breaks his silence. "I'm sorry." 

Asuna gasped loudly, tears running down her face as she screamed that perhaps the village next heard her. She felt betrayed, unwanted, but at the same time, she knew deep down that it was either this or her father's execution. She runs up to her father and grabs him by his shoulders. Levi just stands there without moving, continuing to look at this confrontation happening in front of him. He doesn't say a word, and he wasn't going to change his mind. He wanted her all for himself. 

She holds him by his shoulders looking right into his eyes in denial not saying a word. She felt the same way he felt, she knew the outcome if he were to deny Levi's offer. He was either the death of her father or it wasn't. After a couple seconds of processing what was going to happen to her. She looks down and cries silently. 

"Okay." she says in defeat. 

And with that, everything changed. She knew she was about to leave her home and go with King Levi. This felt like a fever dream, she couldn't tell what her future was going to become nor what was in store for her. This world she lived in was huge. The walls she lived within were so unknown that she couldn't tell how large of a world she actually survived in. Wall Sina, Wall Rose, Wall Maria, soon, she would become the Queen of it all, and everyone who lived within them. She began to question everything about what she was going to become. As the Queen, would she just be merely a figurehead who is only known as Levi's wife? Or would she be able to truly make a difference to the kingdom? All of these thoughts continued to roam around her brain as she continued to process her fate. Before she knew it, everyone of Levi's men and guards had realized that they might finally have someone they can call Queen.

"NO!" the man who Levi didn't know the same of yet screamed as loud as he could. Asuna and Dan turned around and prompted him to stop, but he didn't. "You... can't...!" he begins to get emotional. 

"Harrison, don't." Dan responds to him. "It is already done." 

"You're name is Harrison, huh?" Levi intrudes on the feud. "Harrison, did you just say I can't?" 

"Levi, let's not make this a harder situation than it already is." Erwin and Hange stop him. 

Harrison, the man in question, finally realizes he actually couldn't do anything at all. All amount of protest would mean nothing. His boss was right, it was already done. Asuna was taken from his grasp at the blink of one permanent offer. He looks down, not looking at anything but the ground below him. Nodding and sighing in defeat. Though, if this man wasn't the King, Harrison would be grabbing and punching him until he was wheezing and coughing up blood on the ground. Even though in reality, Harrison wouldn't stand a chance against Levi. 

Harrison absolutely hated what was happening, he never admitted it out loud or told anybody, but he loved her. Growing up together on Dan's estate, and him practicing his last name with Asuna's. He was waiting until they were official to ask her to marry him and run off with together to live their life, but now, all of those dreams were thrown out the window in a matter of a second. Asuna wasn't ever going to be his, she belonged to Levi now, the deed was done, it was over, and he had to cough it up. 

Dan turns around and looks back at the King. "Yes, Your Grace, you can have my daughter's hand in marriage." he finally answers officially. 

Levi looks up and sighs while smirking a bit, almost as if he was happy at Dan's answer. He tightly hugs his daughter as she cries on his shoulder, and as they turned around, they saw every one of Levi's acquaintances look at each other and nod, them too slowly realizing that this was really happening as well. With that, they all get down on their knees and kneel, laying their arms at their knees as they bow to their new Queen. 

Asuna is stunned. All her father had to do was say yes, and now suddenly she is treated like a royal. It took one word, and that word was yes. Yet, she herself had no words. Softly wiping her tears away and accepting her new reality. She actually disliked what they were doing, she was no queen, she was just a simple farm girl who had no true line of royal blood, that she knew of, anyway. 

She let go of her father and watched as everyone around her kneeled before her. Dan and Harrison both stepped back behind her with expressionless faces, but secretly, Dan was happy and relieved. Not because he was going to live to see another day, but that his sweet daughter was going to be the most powerful woman within the walls.

There was no point to this, she thought. There was no reason for them to be bowing to her, she didn't do anything,  she didn't prove anything to them. Finally coming to her senses, she looked up, stood tall, and glared at her future husband. 

Levi walked toward her, not losing eye contact with her pretty eyes that he was captivated by from the moment he saw her. He takes her right hand in his, softly smiling at her as he kisses her palm then puts it down. 

"It's truly nice to meet you, Asuna."

She doesn't respond back with a friendly greeting. Instead, she softly speaks. "Why me?" He looks at her and softly responds back, in a way that nobody around them could hear what he was saying to her. 

"Not sure, actually. But we can't change the past now, can we?"

[Chap. 3 coming to Tumblr soon! I am also creating a master list that will most likely be up by chapter 5. Thank you:)]

"You settling in okay?" he asks quietly. 

It takes her a few seconds to say something, still trying to fight the shyness and nervousness she felt around him. She didn't want to complain to him for anything, she was too nervous to say that there wasn't any clothes or nightgowns for her to put on. Maybe she should have packed a little better. 

"Yeah, it's great. Thank you." 

"I expected you might have been asleep by now," He says. "You must have had a long day."

"Yeah," she chuckles, scratching her head. "I did. I was having a bit of a hard time falling asleep, though... but view is great!"

"I'm glad." Levi answers almost immediately. Slowly walking towards her. She takes a deep breath and stays where she is, waiting for him to come to her. Her heart begins racing with each step he walked towards her, but she doesn't back up, she stands tall and gives it everything in her power not to look weak in front of him. Finally, he approaches her, standing right in front of her, slightly taller than her, so she had to raise her chin up a bit. He doesn't say anything, just attempting to admire how beautiful his future wife was as her pretty features shined with the help of the moonlight that spread across the bedroom. 

"Are you scared of me?" he asks. As he said that, he put his hand around her waist which causes her to flinch and tense up. 

She looks back up at him. "A little."

"Why?" he grips her waste a little tighter, pulling her closer to him. Causing her to unwillingly push her hands against his chest. Her cheeks begin to fluster as she tried to back up, but he didn't let her, he was way stronger than he looked. 

"I..." she tries to respond, but couldn't bring herself to say a word.

"C'mon, use your words."

"I'm... still trying to figure out what your motive is for picking me out of all people to be your wife..." she answers his question, way more tensed up than before, afraid of what his answer will be. She already confronted him about this situation shortly before, but he ignored it. 

He chuckles softly, letting go of her and walking out to the balcony, still in ears length so she can hear what he says considering his voice is so quiet, emotionless, and stoic. He looks out with his back behind her, admiring the view as she just did minutes prior. He pulls out something out of his shirt pocket, it looked like a pack of cigarettes, he grabbed one and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a match. 

"I didn't peg you for a stupid little brat in the slightest..." He says while taking a puff and looking back at her. "Do you not already know the answer to that question?"

"No, actually..." She laughs, continuing the confrontation. "Never mind, I do! You did all of this because of my father." 

He takes his cigarette and puts it to the side, not taking his eyes off of her. The moonlight was reflecting off his face and showing his off his gorgeous features. This was the first time she was actually admiring what the man looked like. He was so handsome, with the perfect facial features and his pretty black hair with it parted in the middle. She tries to hide her secret admiration that she is currently feeling toward him. Though denies any of it due to the look in her eyes. 

"You may be right," he slowly talks towards her, throwing the cigarette off the balcony and loosening his shirt to get more comfortable. "But, it's quite hard to explain it... It wasn't just about your father, Asuna..."

He took a few seconds to keep looking at her before he continued. 

"It was you as well, brat."

With that, he starts to put both of his hands around her waist again, more tighter than before. Leaning himself against her. She didn't have any words, she tried so hard to believe him when he said that it wasn't just about her dad. If her father had never owed money to Levi, he would have never known she existed, he would have most likely fallen for another girl who would have to ensue what she's going through right now, and probably enjoy it a lot more than she is. In fact, she wasn't enjoying it. She was scared. Stop thinking of the alternatives. She thought. There is nothing I can do now. 

She tries to back away, but he keeps her in place. Levi leaning in so that they are both looking in each other's eyes. Asuna had never been so unsure before, not knowing what was going to happen next but she could try to take a few guesses. Still attempting to back away, before she knew it, he leaned in with both of his hands still wrapped around her waist, and put his lips against hers. 

It took her so long to process it. He doesn't even know me. She kept thinking to herself. Why the hell is this happening? She kept her eyes open trying to process the kiss. Her very first kiss, actually. 

Without thinking about it, she eventually kissed back, giving up and just doing it, and probably for the first time since she got here, she wasn't scared. Maybe Levi wasn't who most people say he was? Maybe he was a decent and sweet person after all who will treat his girl with the respect she deserves. 

She was wrong. 

The kiss lasted a few minutes, with her eventually putting her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. The longer the kiss lasted, the tighter he held onto her. He eventually started to grip at her waist that made her groan a bit without meaning to, turning him on even more. Feeling up and down her entire body. She soon put her arms back down to try to pull him away from the kiss, but he refused, he continued to kiss her. He eventually slipped his tongue into her mouth, which was something she was far from used to, and forcibly pushed him and backed away in shock. She looked at him, eyes widened and afraid to say anything at all nor move a muscle. He continued to look at her with that casual emotionless expression that looked like he didn't care about anything in the world. 

"Tell me, Asuna," Levi asks her with curiosity. "Are you a virgin?"

She still had no words, backing up a bit more and looking at him in confusion, in complete shock and fear. She didn't want to answer, but despite knowing that either way it would most likely turn out to be the same outcome she sadly expected. 

"Yes..." she responded. Almost with tears in her eyes. 

She knew. She knew what he was about to do and she also knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop what was coming for her. 

Gosh, she was pretty. Levi thought. I wonder what she tastes like. 

"Asuna..." Levi said quietly, walking back towards her, softly putting his hand back on her hip.

"Do you really think this is going to turn out the way you want it to?"

He pushes her to towards the wall, holding her so she wouldn't trip beneath her feet. At this point so there was nowhere for her to go. He puts his hand on her cheek and wipes the coming tears from her eyes. She is so beautiful, even when she cries. She accepts her defeat, which is something she felt she has done ever since she met him. 

"Please..." she pleads. 

He answers her with another kiss on her lips, this time forcing his tongue right into her mouth and making out with her passionately. From the moment he saw her, this is all he has been thinking about, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Now that she was his, sitting all by themselves in the comfort of their own bedroom, he was going to do exactly what he wanted with her. 

"Shhh," he whispers in her ear after letting go of the kiss, continuing to hold her tears. "It's okay, try to calm down."

She couldn't fulfill his request, all she did was try not to break down and sob as he continues to put his hands all around her body while continuing to kiss her. He led her toward the bed and continued, beginning to undo the corset of her dress. He lets go of the kiss to focus on undoing her dress, loosening it so that it started to fall off her shoulders. She grabs her dress before it could fall past her breasts, refusing to move it any further.

"Levi..." she pleads again. "I'm not ready for this."

"It would be cruel not to prepare you for this, baby." he responds, finally undoing her dress and letting it fall down to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. 

Almost completely bare in front of a man for the first time, tears start flowing in her eyes even more, trying to not looking at him as he wiped them with his finger. She held her arms over her breasts to hide them, continuing to cry. 

"Please..." she says once more. A huge emotion he had never felt before clouded Levi's grey eyes. She couldn't tell what his eyes expressed, was it disappointment? Sadness? Lust? Love? Despite not knowing, he looked right into her eyes as she looked back, and she stayed hiding herself with her arms. 

He cups her cheek again and continues to wipe her endless tears. Whispering sweet nothings as he feels her bare skin. He could not stand it any longer, he finally was going to see her pretty boobs whether she liked it or not. He grabbed her wrists as softly as he could manage, and pulled her arms away, exposing all of her to him. He was memorized.   

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he says. Beginning to kiss her neck and all over. Pulling her into him into a forced hug, continuing to kiss the base of her chin and down below her neck.

He examined her entire body, feeling every inch before cupping her breasts and feeling the softness of them. Taking his time to see every inch of her body. She was beautiful, perfect. Her perfect hourglass shape, her soft, smooth body, her perfect breasts, and not to mention her beautiful face that he couldn't get enough of. He just stood there and looked at her for what felt like hours to Asuna, tears still coming out of her eyes. He wished she wouldn't cry, he hated that she was so scared, but he couldn't blame her. New home, new town, new people surrounding her, and even a new fiancee in the matter of one day. He thought about fulfilling her wishes and backing off, giving her some space for a little longer, but tonight he felt like being a little selfish, even if it meant her hating him forever. But it didn't matter, she wasn't going anywhere with him in control of everyone around him. 

He puts his hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft dirty blonde hair that smells like it had just been washed. He kisses her once again, and to his surprise, she kissed back. He couldn't tell if she kissed back because she didn't have a choice, if she was actually enjoying this, or if she was kissing back because it would be awkward not to. 

Suddenly, he let go, loosening his shirt up a bit more as she stood there breathing nervously. 

"Lay on the bed." He demanded, walking away to search for something from inside his closet. She didn't want to do what he was told but at this point it seems like he would get his way no matter what. Wiping the tears from her eyes and sitting down on her side of the bed, covering her breasts with her arms once more, and patiently looking at him to see what he was trying to find in his closet. 

He didn't say anything, they had not spoken in several minutes. She didn't know what to say at this point, all she wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere where he couldn't catch her. Mainly he didn't say anything either because he was too focused on the thought of feeling himself inside of her, kissing and feeling every inch of her body, and being on top of her without anywhere for her to go, making her his forever. She attempted once again to try to stop this from happening, but deep down she knew it was no use. 

"Levi..." she says quietly, trying not to break down again. He doesn't look at her, still continuing to rummage through his drawers. What the hell is he looking for that is taking him so hard to find what he's looking for? I guess I'll find out soon enough. 

"Please... I'm scared."

"Found it." He says, hearing every word of her plea but ignoring it. Turning around, he walks towards her with some sort of rope in his hand, unbuttoning his shirt more and getting on the bed next to her. 

"What the hell is that?!" Asuna yells, trying to back up but he grabs her by the waist with his immense strength, removing her arms from her chest once again so he can see her. 

"Just a little something to keep you in place, I haven't used this on someone in a long time." He states, terrifying her even more.

"Please..." she says once more. 

"Is that your favorite word? Please?" He is on top of her at this point, looking her her with lust and desire. She loses control of herself again and starts crying softly. 

"Shh, it's okay." he responds with a sad attempt at reassuring her. "Put your arms above your head."

She shook her head in fear. "No.."

"Do I have to do it for you?" he says, glaring at her with an expression in his eyes that she couldn't interpret.

Realizing there was no alternative in this situation, she does what she's told. Putting her arms up slowly in a shaken state that he thought she was going to have a seizure. He quickly put her right  wrist over the other and started tying the rope around her wrists. After securing her wrists, he ties the other end of the rope to the headboard, not too tightly that it would hurt her, but tight enough that she couldn't get free. 

"There," he says while putting his hand on her cheek and rubbing the tears away with his thumb. "You're all set."

He gets off the bed and walks back toward the balcony, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and laying it on a chair next to a desk in the corner. Leaving him in just his black slacks that were loosely falling off due to not having a belt on, exposing his v-line and boxers underneath. She finally sees the Greek God like body that he has, he was gorgeous, sexy abs and such good muscles. He grabs another cigarette and lights it, puffing it as he looks out at the balcony, while looking back and admiring her almost naked body tied up, as he continued to have a smoke. 

She attempts to break free, struggling to move around as the rope tying her wrists wouldn't let her slide forward or sideways. She was completely exposed, breasts hanging out while the breeze of the still open balcony hit her bare flesh, causing her to chill up a bit. Without trying to, she could feel herself getting wet and it seeping through her underwear. Fuck... why do I feel like this? she thought. Never being naked in front of a man before let alone ever having sex before, and now she's going to experience her first time being tied up unwillingly and completely dominated, some would say humiliated. 

"Why me??" she sobs while looking up at the ceiling, moving around struggling to get free. Refusing to glance over at him. "You could have picked any other girl in this kingdom and yet you chose me! WHY?!" she screams.

He finished his cigarette and throws the butt off the balcony once more, walking back towards her and not saying anything as she cries in defeat and embarrassment. He starts to take his pants off, as she watches helplessly, finally throwing off his boxers as well, letting his cock spring free.

She gasps as he got back on the bed and laid on top of her. Oh my God. He was huge. She thought. The size of his dick almost scared her as it was fully erect and dripping with pre cum. Are all dicks this big? Or is he some sort of God?

"I didn't just choose you," he said. Beginning to trail his hand all over waste and hips, which sent chills down her spine. Taking off her underwear finally and throwing it on the floor. Eventually pulling his hand down to feel the warmth of her heat, making her groan, not ever feeling someone touch her down there before. Kissing her and putting his other hand on her right breast, massaging it. 

He lets go of the kiss, "I chose the most fierce, prettiest girl I have ever seen." 

He didn't give her a chance to respond, right after saying that, he slides two fingers inside of her, making her arch her back a bit and moan softly. Gosh she was so tight. He slowly pumps them in and out as jolts run through her body furiously.

"Shit, so wet for me already?" he whispers at he starts kissing the base of her neck. "Maybe you are enjoying this after all."

He starts pumping his fingers in faster, as she begins to moan without being able to control it, she tried to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning any louder, but that just excited him even more. 

"N-No!" she responds, refusing to accept that maybe this does feel slightly good. He fingers her a little longer before taking them out and moving up to her bundle of nerves. "I'm not.. enjoyi- hah!"

She couldn't finish her sentence as he begins to rub her clit with his thumb, still massaging her breast and starting to pinch her sensitive nipples. She couldn't take it any longer. Not being able to move her arms to slap him away she tried to close her legs to stop the immense pleasure that she was feeling, but at the same time, repulsion, but he forces them open, spreading her legs even more so he can get a better sight of her pretty pussy.

"Do I need to tie your legs up, too? Because I will." he says, still rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves faster than before, as she breathes heavily and moans louder. Her eyes widen and she shook her head profusely. God, please no. That would make this situation so much worse. 

She tries not to close her legs this time so he doesn't go through with his threat and ties her legs up too. He continues to rub her clit faster that she can feel herself about to finish, he can see that she was about to orgasm, but he was far from done with her yet. He stops suddenly, which secretly frustrated her as she was about to hit her climax. He leans down a little more to keep kissing her and giving the same attention to her other breast and pinching the nipple, putting one in his hand and the other in his mouth, going back to rubbing her heat and feeling the wetness of her cunt. 

"Levi," she says almost out of breath. Cheeks red and flushed as she tries to hide the pleasure she was secretly feeling from all of this. 

"Hm?" he responds to her surprise. 

"Can you.... please untie me?" 

He just chuckles, pressing his lips against hers once again and went down to reach above her knee and softly grab her leg, pulling it up so it was resting on his hip, rubbing her clit a little more. 

"Not yet..." 

Before she knew it, his cock was positioned right in front of her entrance, slowly rubbing it against her folds to prep her a little more. 

"Like I said before, gorgeous. It would be cruel and stupid not to prepare you for this."

She started crying again. She didn't feel prepared at all, in fact, quite the opposite. She had a couple girlfriends that she would hang out with occasionally at the village near her estate on her free time, and every single one of them said that their first time was extremely painful, but it gets slightly better at the end. Gosh, if only her friends could see where she is now. She closed her eyes and accepts the inevitable, knowing this was certainly going to happen eventually, sooner or later. 

"Please, don't." 

Levi wishes she would stop resisting, it would be a lot easier for her if she tried to enjoy this. He kisses all over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, shushing her softy in an almost reassuring way as he continued to rub his member softy against her heat, but not putting it in just yet to giving her enough time to be ready for him. 

"Open your eyes, Asuna." He demands her. She does what she's told and looks right into his eyes. He puts his other hand on her other thigh and moves them so her legs are now wrapping around his waist. She wanted to move them, but remembered his threat of tying her legs too, she was too afraid to move. 

He positioned his dick right in front of her entrance as he slowly eased himself inside of her. She arched her back and yelped in pain and tried not to scream so the whole palace could hear her. He continued pushing himself inside her slowly, trying not to overdue it knowing that it was painful for her. Soon enough, he was balls deep inside of her as he felt something drip out of her as she yelped and cried. He looked down to see a bit of blood seeping out the sides of her heat, but looked back up at her as she closed her eyes again instinctively. A virgin, she was no longer. He continues to look at her pretty face and smashes his lips on hers once again, softly wrapping his arms around her legs and beginning to thrust into her slowly. 

She started to moan into the kiss, wishing her wrists weren't tied to the bed so she could grab on to him for support. He started to thrust a little harder with each one, feeling like he could cum right now at how incredibly tight and sexy she was. He lets go of the kiss and moves his body back up, arms still clinging to her hips as he attempted to get a better sight as her beautiful body and her tits bouncing with each thrust. He couldn't help but feel how tensed up she was, her legs were stiffer then a board and she continued to shake and squeeze her eyes shut instead of looking at him.

"Relax, just try to enjoy it, you're doing so good." he whispers to her, starting to moan softly himself.

She attempted to try to relax, maybe it would be less uncomfortable if she actually did try to enjoy it. The thing was, it was so painful. She could feel herself stretch out and suck him in, but as he continued thrusting inside of her it started to feel slightly better, almost a satisfying type of pain. She couldn't explain it, the coil in her stomach started to tighten more and she began moaning less forcibly. 

Seeing that she is relaxing under him a bit more, he starts to go faster, making her moan louder as she could see the bulge forming in her stomach. Holy shit, is he really that deep? She was so wet that he was easily sliding in and out of her. He grabs both her breasts with his hands and before she knew it, he was fucking her into the mattress. She started moaning uncontrollably as she gets comfortable enough to look back into his eyes, and he's looking down at her with admiration. He falls back down and presses his chest against hers and continues.

"Levi, please... I'm-" with that she starts screaming louder, tears still forming in her eyes. Her friends at the village were right, it was painful, but it gets slightly better after a little bit, it didn't make it any less uncomfortable for her though. 

After about 15-20 minutes, he pulls out slowly, as the juices from her pussy start seeping out as well. She doesn't think he finished, but it looks like he was so close to. He kisses her once last time as he begins to untie her wrists from the headboard. 

He frees her from the rope and takes a quick look at her wrists to make sure he didn't tie it too tight. Checking for red marks and friction burns, he starts rubbing her wrists to comfort them as he kisses her forehead and gets off the bed, leaving her naked and in shock. 

"I would have came inside you, but I feel like it's a little too much for you right now. After all it is your first time, and your first night here. Don't want to overdo it, right?" He smirks and grabs a towel from the drawers of his closet, walks to the bathroom and closes the door, starting the shower, not saying another word. 

Overdo it? she laughed to herself. Seriously? If what he just did doesn't count to him as 'overdoing' it, what the hell would overdoing it actually mean? Oh god. 

Leaving her exposed and naked on the bed, trembling in fright at what just happened, she could hardly move. Legs shaking as her pussy still dripping wet, her legs were so sore she felt like she was going to collapse on her knees. After taking a few minutes to try to gather herself to get up, she quickly grabs her underwear that was thrown on the floor and puts it back on. She quickly tries to find her dress that was ripped off her but couldn't find it. She looks everywhere then eventually spots it almost tucked underneath the bed, she quickly grabs it and tries to put it on, but it took her a few seconds to realizes it was ripped apart. Did this happen as he was taking it off me? I sure hope he didn't do this intentionally so that I could be naked for the rest of the night. She turns to look at the clock to see that it was almost 6am. It didn't matter at this point, she was too exhausted to even think about anything anymore, not even the thought of grabbing another thing to wear from her suitcase. She just fell back into the bed and hid her exposed body underneath the covers and laid down. 

Still shaking. She comes back to reality and realizes this is her new husband. This was her life now. Being Levi's wife and queen also meant being his little sex toy, with no thought but to please himself. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the thought of how he kissed her, how he held her, how he looked at her. How he immediately made her his without barely knowing her, a part of that, she slightly admired.

Crying a bit more, she hides herself more under the covers, afraid for when Levi walks out of that bathroom, but before she knew it, she passed out. 

[ fucking 4.7k words- my bad. I hope it kept your attention and it was very hard for me to write this considering it is literally SA, but I promise you, the bad also comes with all the good in everything. I wasn't going to post this today but fuck it, here's ur smut. Next chapter being posted on Tumblr very soon. Thank u <3]

Own the place? Are you serious? I could barely manage my own place back at the estate.

"Now! Let's give you a brief tour of the ol' place and get ya settled." Hange then grabs his her hand from Levi's and leads her to the front. Levi not following behind them. Hange is probably a better person to guide her around the castle, he'll see her soon enough, anyway. 

Asuna turns around to see Levi speaking with Erwin. She hasn't even entered the castle yet and he is already setting her off to the side. Damn, this is going to be hard. 

Asuna and Hange both entered the castle with guards following behind them. Now that Asuna is going to be the future queen and Levi's wife, she is going to be guarded whether she likes it or not. 

The moment she walked in she was in shock, it was way more beautiful than it was on the outside. With pink and red carpeted floors and beautiful white walls that were designed professionally. This looked like it was one of the many entrances in the castle, and not the main one. She was intimidated to see the rest. Asuna did not let go of Hange's hand, for the past several hours that she was able to talk and get to know what kind of person Hange was, she could tell she was a trusting, sweet, person who she can stand beside when she gets scared. 

"Now, where you like to start?" Hange smiles at Asuna. Letting go of her hand and holding hers out in excitement. "We can start with the main throne room! We could see the mess hall where most of us eat, or the kitchens! I'd love to introduce you to my squad! You'd love Nifa, don't tell anyone but she's my favorite!" Hange rambled on and on, Asuna wondered why she was so excited for her to arrive, they barely know each other, after all. 

"Or we can check out the Scout Regiment offices! They are so beautiful and spacey! Or we can-"

"Hange, you are so sweet." Asuna interrupts. "I would love to see everything, but right now I think I just want to settle in and get some rest." 

From the past experience of the carriage ride with Hange talking her ear off and giving out countless amount of information that she probably won't remember the next day, she knew that she should probably stop her now before she goes overboard again. 

"Oh yes! Of course! Apologies, my Lady." Hange puts her hand over her head realizing that she may be too much for this scared right at the moment. "I tend to be a bit overwhelming sometimes without meaning to!" That's an understatement. 

"Here, let's get to your room! It is on one of the highest floors in the castle, also one of the biggest rooms. To be fair, I'm quite jealous!"

"Oh, is it my own room?" Asuna replies with denial.  

"Oh gosh no!" Hange laughs. "It's Levi's room, you're going to be his wife! His Queen! It sort of defeats the purpose if you both don't stay in the same room!"

Gosh that was a stupid question. I should have known. My bedroom is going to be the same as Levi's, duh. What is wrong with me? 

"Right..." she responds, forcing out a small chuckle. 

With that, Hange leads her to up to her new room, it felt like forever to get up there. Countless amount of stairs that left her tired by the time they made it to the floor. They finally got up there and introduced to her room. 

It had two doors instead of one, when they walked in she was actually quite surprised and excited to see her room. There was a large king sized bed that was perfectly made, a large bookshelf to the right that had countless amount of books that can help her pass the time. She could immediately tell which side was Levi's, his shirts and uniforms were hung up against one of the closets, ironed and cleaned. To her left was the large bathroom with a built in shower and bathtub, with fruit scented soaps and shampoos, must be Levi's doing. In the corner of the room there was a small table where he most likely had his morning tea and worked in peace without interruption. One thing that captivated her was the large balcony to the left, next to an empty closet behind her suitcase that seemed to have already been delivered to her room. Damn, that was fast. 

"This is beautiful," Asuna says. Walking towards the balcony and opening the tainted glass door, walking out to see that it was larger than she expected. There were even porch chairs out there. She looks out to see the enormous town that stood below her, lighted up in different places with torches and with the moonlight acting as a spotlight. It was huge, and this was only one of many of the large towns that were within the walls, she couldn't imagine how big life within the walls actually was. How the hell am I going to be the Queen of all this?  She thought. 

"I knew you'd like it." Hange smiles. "Is there anything else I can do for you? You must be so eager to get settled." 

"No, thanks.. It's just... it's overwhelming." Asuna replies. "I just... have no idea how the hell I ended up here in a matter of just one day." she laughs. 

"Ha! That's what Erwin and I thought!" Hange states.

"Erwin?"

"The tall blonde man with the bushy eyebrows that came with Levi and us when we met you! He's the commander of the Scouts, I am basically his unofficial second in command. You can come to him with anything also, he may be tall and intimidating, but inside he's a sweet guy who just wishes the best for you!" she finishes.

Asuna nods and thanks Hange. She doesn't know what she would do without all of her help. Probably shaking in a corner terrified to even move. And with Levi no where to be found since they arrived, it really seems like she could use a good friend like Hange right now. 

"I'll leave you to it, then. Perhaps sometime tomorrow, I can finally give you that tour of the castle like I promised!" Hange bows to Asuna, as she nods and thanks her once again. She was more than grateful at the help and support that Hange has given her, but right now, she just wants to settle in and get some sleep. Hange steps out and closes the door behind her and hears her walk off, but after a few seconds, she hears the doors lock which alarmed her greatly. 

Curious, she walks towards the door and attempted to open them to try and make sure that her ears didn't lie to her, but she didn't, she was locked in. Backing up in shock, she tries to calm herself and just try to relax as much as she could, though it was very difficult to do so. 

She felt disgusting, she desperately needed to bathe and get out of her dress that she has been wearing all day. She wanted nothing more but to put on a soft nightgown and get freshened up. She opens up the large closet drawers which she assumed was her new wardrobe because of her suitcase standing right in front of it, but found nothing. There was no clothes in there at all, completely empty. Sighing in defeat, thinking how this day could not get any more unfortunate, she just chooses to shower instead, at least there was fresh towels and soap that she was able to use. 

The shower felt so good, the warm water was almost endless, something she wasn't used to at all. She may have grown up in a decent middle class home, but the water was scarce and not usually this nice. It felt so nice to finally freshen up, as she got out of the shower she was reminded that she doesn't have any other clothes to wear at the moment. So she had no choice but to put on one of the dresses she had packed in the suitcase. I knew these would come in handy. 

Brushing her hair out, brushing her teeth, and getting into a new dress. She looked at the bed and groaned on how excited she was to get some sleep. She laid down for a little while but simply could not get herself to fall asleep. It must have been the nerves, normally when she was this tired she could fall asleep almost immediately. 

Defeated, realizing that she probably wasn't going to get any sleep anytime soon, she looked at the time on the clock on the nightstand on Levi's side, it was almost 3am. Jeez, have I ever been up at this hour before? 

She soon realizes that she literally has a balcony with an undeniably beautiful view now. She goes out there and collects her thoughts. She didn't think she would ever get used to this new reality, still no sign of her future husband, she stands alone out there. The breeze felt so nice, the soft Autumn air calmed her down a bit. She thought of what her dad is doing right now, what Harrison was doing. Probably passed out drunk and asleep. She missed them already, she wondered if Levi would invite them to the wedding. When was that going to take place, anyway?

It didn't seem like she was out there for that long when she heard the door unlock. Turning around immediately, the door opens to see the only person she expected to see, and it was him.

"Levi..." 

[Originally this chapter as well as the next chapter was going to be one ;-; but I decided last minute to change it into two parts because it was going to be too long. Please get ready for the next chapter, its gonna be a real one...

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