#moblit x reader

You had volunteered to help Hange with an explant outside of the wall, the captain had trust in not only yourself but also Hange that you both would come back safe and alive and for the most part you did.

Or well one of you did.

Levi could still rember Hange's screams as they shouted for help you limp in their arms as they ran to the medical wing Moblit hot on their trial a crimson river followed in your way. The captain wasted no time in running after the sanitise and their assistant to only be stopped at the door.

"Captin sir I think it's best you let Hange deal with them."moblits voice was slightly restless due to the running as well as the adrenaline running through him at the sight of one of his comrades bleeding out in front of him.

Now Levi being Levi, he knew trying to argue would get him jack shit so instead he decided to wait in his office knowing the Four-eyes would come and find him once you were stable.

Once you were alive.

Three heavy knocks shook him out of his trance.

"come in" was all that was needed from the captain to allow the person on the other side of the old wooden door to enter his office.

Hange walked through the door, their glasses rested upon their head blood, your blood covered them, their hair was more dishevelled than usual and they were wearing a slight frown upon their normally existing face.

"Before you say anything they are fine alive and breathing."

Levi let out a breath he didn't notice he was holding onto it.

"I'm so sorry Levi. I got distracted and overlooked the titan from behind. They went to kill it but their ODM gear slipped from the branch it was hooked into as they were killing it. they fell."Hanges voice was full of guilt.

"tch you would have done the same four-eyes" Levi said his eyes going back onto the stack of paperwork in front of him.

"You can go and see them if you want?" Those were the last words Hange spoke before they left to hopefully clean themselves up before they started on the report today.

Levi stood up making sure the door to his office was closed before walking down the hallway that needed a clean.

Somehow the hallway felt longer than he had rembied it to be, as if time had slowed. He stopped at the door, the same door he had tried to enter hours prior, his hand hovering above the old wooden handle as if contemplating what he should do.

Levi let out a sigh before walking into the room, the smell of disinfectant hit his nose almost instantly as he quietly shut to door from behind him.

His eyes found your once beaten and bloody frame resting in clean white sheets blood now gone, probably due to moblit and your chest now rising and falling with each breath you took.

The captain pulled up a chair from the small desk in the corner of the room moving it to sit beside your bed.

his hands now holding yours, it was cold too cold for Levi's liking as he just sat there hoping and praying to whatever higher power there was to bring you back to him.

two days and one night.

Levi spent by your side and he had taken the paperwork from his office deciding that now was a good time to try and finish it. The captain refused to level your side.

Levis's breath hiched when he saw your hand move ever so slightly.

He thought he was just seeing things until it kept happening his eyes flickered to yours, as he watched you open and close them trying to get used to the bright lights that were let in through the window on the far left of the room.     

“L Levi?” You groaned out a voice hoarse from the lack of use.

“Tch do you want so water are you in any pain?” His voice was the normal stoic voice of the Captain, but his eyes well his eyes told you everything you needed to know in your hazy state.

“Water please I feel fine what happened? Where Hange?” Levi shook his head as he stood up walking over to the wooden table pouring a glass of water before bringing it back to you.

“Four-eyes is fine it you they are worried about what the hell where you think” his voice was more hash then he had inteded.

Your eyes narrowed as you took small slips of the water that Your captain gave you.

“I’m fine Levi iv done worse and you first should know that” you said like it was nothing.

‘But you should have to’ Levi thought.

“You could have died if it wasn’t for Shitty glasses brat. What you did was stupid and reckless You put not only yourself but your comrades in danger” Levi raced his voice as he spoke to you.

Levi never spoke to you like that.

You went quiet choosing to look away from the man. A ping of guilt hit Levi but he knew he was right. You would always put someone over your own safety that was how you had been since you had met.

——

You were walking down the corridor with Moblit laughing about something he did while drunk the night before.

“{y/n} please” his face red from embarrassment.

“Ohhh I will never let you live this down” You whipped a stray tear from your eye as you both continued walking.

“What do you think of the new guy?” he asked.

“Mh you mean Levi I don’t know I don’t think iv had much of a chance to talk to him” You played with your sleeves as you passed a group of cadets.

You found yourself walking to the kitchen later that night I need some tea to help you through the huge pile of paper Hange has asked you to do.

You took a turn around the corner not looking at where you were going before you walked right into someone.

“Shit I and so sorry” you quickly said dropping to your knees to get your paperwork and hide for the rest of the night from the poor person you had so rudely walked into.

“Tch you should look where you're going next time” The voice was rough but a sort of calming in so odd way.

You looked up to see Levi helping you pick up your paper work taping them into one neat pile before he met your eyes.

“What?” He had a confused look in his eye.

“ n nothing sorry again” you stood up trying to organise your work.

“What are you doing awake you could get in trouble with the higher-ups ups” you asked taking the paper from his hands you chose to ignore how he felt when they brushed against yours.

“Couldn’t sleep and what about yourself” he shoots the question back at you.

Your face broke from its blank expression a little.

“Don’t think we have met I’m Captain {y/n}{L/n} nice to meet you cadet?” you said before you walked off to only turn around to see Levi’s grey eye looking back at you.

“I suggest you come with me if you don’t want to get caught, Cadet?” You asked not waiting for him to respond.

“Tch brat” he mutters before following himself.

He reached the kitchen he watched you pull two mugs from the cabinet.

“Tea?” You asked as you reached for the Earl Grey tea leaves.

He just nodded as he watched you make the tea.

The same way he did.

“How long what you been in the scouts for?” Levi broke the silence.

“7 years give or take been in the military for ten if you count my 3 years of training” you said moving the cup over to the dark-haired male.

Levi mutters a thanks before taking a drink from the hot mug.

You watched him your eyes held curiously while your face blank from any emotion.

You confuse the hell out of Levi.

“So you from the underground?” You asked taking a pencil out as you stared to look through your paperwork.

“What if I am” he retorted back.

“Calm down I just asked” you snapped back.

“This lighting is shit come on,” you said quickly finishing the rest of your tea before you moved to wash the cups but Levi stopped you.

“ I’ll do it brat,” he said taking off his uniform jacket and rolling his grey sleeves up to his elbows.

‘Shit’ you thought your eyes linger a little too long on his arms.

“What made you join this shit hole,” you asked leaning back on the counter as you watched Levi clean the two cups and dry them.

“Eyebrows” 

Eyebrows?

Then it clicked and you started laughing your head off.

This was the first time Levi had made or heard you laugh and for some odd reason, he wanted more of it.

“ you men Erwin?” You asked between laughs.

A smile still upon your face.

“Yeah” he said placing to two cups back where they belonged.

“I think we are going to get along very well Levi,” you said.

The two of you were up talking until the early hours of the morning when you had finally finished your paperwork.

—-

Two weeks.

Hit had been two weeks since you last looked or ever spoke to Levi and it was killing him.

You often spent some of your rare free time with him and his squad but none of them had seen you for two weeks.

Levi walked around the corner making his way to his office when he saw Moblit standing outside your door.

“{y/n} for the love of god please open this door we are all worried about you” his voice was filled with worries but also concern.

Moblit looked to his right to see Levi standing watching him.

“Good afternoon sir is there something I can help you with?” he asked.

“What’s up with them?” Levi demanded.

Even though Levi’s voice was rough Moblit could see behind his wall, he had walked past the captain a few nights ago to find him sitting outside your door trying to talk to you.

“They won’t open the door and they didn’t show up this morning for breakfast” Moblit sighed. Levi walked towards your door before raising his leg.

“Ah, Captain what are you doing” Moblit voice was now filled with panic as he watched the captain kick in your door.

“What the fuck Levi” 

Levi took a good look at you,

He was relieved to know you were alive but god you looked like shit.

Your hair was a mess and the bags under your eyes looked darker.

Levi closed the door behind him this time a little more gently.

“We need to talk,” he said taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of your desk.

“Do we because I think you made it very clear about how you left” Your eyes never met his.

“I I’m sorry ok but I’m worried about you so. Are your shitty friends” his voice was soft something that only ever happens with you.

“Iv lost so many people and when I saw Hange running with you in their arms limp I thought I had lost you as well and I couldn't stand the thought of losing you as well.” his voice cracked as he ran a hand through his hair before waiting to make the next move.

“I know what I said was shit and all that but I do care about you brat in more ways than one and I can’t see a future we’re in there and you aren’t you don’t need to save everyone all the time we know you're strong you don’t need to prove it”

His hand slowly moved to rest on top of yours he needed to feel you were here. That you were real.

“You should know better than anyone shorty I’m not going anywhere” you spoke your eyes met his.

He watched as you intertwined the two of your hands together.

“No way is my favourite moody captain expressing his long-time feelings to me ” you said back, making him roll his eyes a small smirk light up his face.

You were back. 

“So what if I am captain” Levi moved close to you, using his four arms as support to lean on your desk. 

Your face felt warm your eyes dared to flicker to his lips then slowly back up to his eyes. 

Levi’s brain stopped he could have swarmed you and looked at his lips.

“Damm brate” he mutters before meeting your lips with his.

The kiss wasn’t how you expected it to be Levi's lips were dry a little cracked even but the kiss itself was slow as if the two of you were pouring everything you had into this one moment.

The grey-eyed male pulled away first his breath was heavy as was yours.

“Promis me you won’t ever leave me”

Your eyes softened at the male.

This was the Levi you fell in love with not the harsh soldier he was made to be.

“ i promise that i am not going anywhere any time soon okay shorty” you whisper back to scared to say it any loud as if the gods above might hear you.

“You taste good” you mutter are you capture your lips to his once more.

“I have something that will taste even better later on brat” Your eyes widened as you realised what he was talking about.

“Levi!” 

“What captain” 

Right now, you find yourself toying with the second method, after a long day of work. Finally, you have Moblit all to yourself—far away from Hanji, Erwin, Levi, and the others—and fuck, if you’re not going to make the best of it...  

He groans softly against your neck, cheeks flushed with a rosy shade as you dip your fingers below the hem of his sweatpants. The two of you had changed out of your uniforms and opted for more comfortable clothes to sleep in—but as usual, that just makes it easier to undress him and make him whimper.  

Your name leaves his lips in a hushed whisper, and a pool of heat begins to swirl in the pit of your stomach. The loose fabric of his shirt is warm against your bare chest—you were the first to undress, just to tease him a little bit more. He’s a nervous wreck as your breasts push up against him, stumbling over his words, turning his head every which way to avoid your burning eyes.  

“So beautiful,” he shivers when you press your lips to his ear, fingers working down the length of his shirt, as your other hand wraps around the band of his sweatpants. You tug at it gently, savoring the sharp gasp that ripples through his chest, the same one that has him twisting his head from side to side.  

You smile and reach out a hand, brushing the backs of your fingers across his pretty pink cheek.  

“What’s wrong, huh? I thought you’d be used to this now, babe.” 

“...I am,” he finally chokes out, although the frantic dart of his gaze tells you otherwise. “Just...go slow...” 

“I am, silly. I’m going as slow as I can.”  

He’s so fucking cute when he gets all flustered like this.  

It’s hard not to laugh; Moblit just brings out that side of you. The side that makes you want to freeze time and drink in every little second he gives you. Every kiss, every touch, every mumbled word against your heated skin—it all makes your blood sing in your veins, your cheeks warming with a blush of your own. His nervousness always seems to rub off on you, but you’re better at masking it than he is.  

Besides, one of you has to take the reins in the bedroom, right? 

His breath hitches in his throat when you pull his waistband over his hips, down his legs and dropping them to the floor. Settling yourself in between his thighs as he throws an arm over his face. A futile attempt to hide his burning cheeks from your gaze. 

“C’mon, pretty boy.” He lets out a groan when your fingertips trail over the hem of his shirt, catching the skin of his abdomen with your nails. “Don’t leave me in the dark like this. What do you want from me, huh? I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you want.”  

His lips part, but only a pitiful moan slips out. You sigh and lean further up his body, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.  

“Moblit,” you try again, and this time he peeks at you from between his fingers, “Let me take care of you... Please?”  

He swallows so hard you can see the bob of his throat, a sight that sends a thousand sinful thoughts right to your brain. A thin sheen of sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. You hold his gaze, kissing each one of his fingers, as he finally nods his head.  

“...Alright. I...I want you to make me feel good...”  

Your lips stretch into a smile before planting a kiss on the apple of his cheek. “That’s all you had to say, pretty boy.”  

His wish is your command, his soft voice sending a thrill down your spine.  

He keeps his hands fixed on his cheeks, whimpering softly when you pull his boxers down to his thighs. Too embarrassed to look you in the eye when his cock is freed, already half-hard and flushed a pretty pink color. Your tongue traces over your lips at the sight, fingers gentle as you massage the skin of his muscular thighs.  

He may not be as physically strong as Levi or Mike, but he’s still a soldier of the Survey Corps; years of training and dedication have given him a body that melds perfectly against your own, fit for both battle and the nights you steal for each other. Besides, it makes it all the more thrilling to have such a strong, powerful man crumble and whine at the faintest brush of your lips.  

“So pretty,” you murmur, hot breath fanning over his aching cock, “you know that?” His whole body shudders when you press a soft kiss to the leaking tip. “So fucking pretty—and you’re all mine.”  

Moblit isn’t very vocal in bed, but that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. The way his hands bury themselves in your hair tell you all you need to know. Running your hands up the length of his cock, giving him a few gentle licks with a smirk on your face. His cheeks are rich with color, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face.  

He opens his mouth, but whatever he meant to say gets caught halfway when you lean in and slide your mouth over his cock. He slaps a hand over his mouth, whining into the meat of his palm, eyes squeezing shut when you swirl your tongue around the tip. You reach out and lace your fingers through his own, your chest growing warm when he glances down at you.  

Already so tired, and you haven’t even started yet. 

“P-please, I—” He lets out another moan as you take him deeper, lips tightening around his cock, and he sinks his nails into your scalp to pull you closer. “Oh fuck...”  

His little noises only spur you on; already you can feel a familiar wetness pooling in between your thighs. It takes every bit of self-control in your body not to grind your hips into the mattress. It’s a tempting thought, but tonight’s not about you. At least, not yet. Right now your sole mission is making him feel good, to savor the pretty blush across his face and the sweet moans slipping from his lips.  

“Good boy,” a trail of spit connects your tongue to the head of his cock, strings of precum dribbling from your lips with every word. “Such a good boy for me, Moblit. Love you, you know that?” Another kiss to his cock before bringing your mouth over it once more. “Love you so fucking much...”  

“O-oh fuck—” Silver tears are streaming down his cheeks, his mouth falling open with a moan of your name. “I can’t—shit, I—”  

His thighs clamp down around your head; but before he can regain his senses and pull away, you throw your hands around his thighs and pin them in place. All the while allowing him to thrust into your mouth like an animal in heat, whining and crying and practically begging for you to let him come.  

Your head is swimming; drunk off the taste of his cock, the strength of his thighs around your head, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull with every thrust. And suddenly he’s shuddering against your tongue, thighs squeezing around your head as he spills himself down your throat. 

You’re all too eager to lap up his release, before pulling away to press another kiss to his softening cock. 

He curls into himself almost immediately, thighs trembling from the force of his orgasm, sweaty chest heaving with every breath he takes. He hides his face in his hands once more, but at least he peeks at you from between his fingers when he hears you laugh. 

The wall stands tall as ever. The only thing that gives you and your fellow comrades, a much-needed breather from the never-ending turmoil. The only phenomenon that allows you to open your eyes to a new day, just like this one. Only until the next time you are commanded to venture beyond it. 

The dream catcher that gracefully dangles from the window frame, dances with the zephyr; its shadow on the oak floor accompanying it with zeal. You have wondered many times whether the contraption even works, as it seldom does its job of keeping the nightmares away.  

A sleepy groan startles you. 

You let the curtain fall back in place and turn towards the man asleep by your side. A little sting to your heart for having woken him up when you let the light fall on his face. You aren't even sure how long he has been here for. How careful he must have been when he slipped into bed in the dead of the night, heedful not to wake his love up with the slightest movement. And here you are, callous as ever, allowing that pesky ball of fire to break his slumber. 

You whisper a quick apology, snuggling deeper into the sheets as you move closer to him. A smile creeps its way to your lips. How beautiful he looks, more so when he sleeps. Angelic, almost. Getting the rest, he so deserves in the cocoon of your matchbox quarters. If it were up to you, you would single handedly slay all the demons in the world just so that he could rest a little longer.  

You admire his every contour, every scar, every blemish, every pore, and how the light bounces off his skin, how his hair is disheveled after he buried his face in the pillow, how his lashes quiver, irises playing hide and seek from behind the veil; how his lips are slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of pearly teeth, how he breathes slowly but steadily. 

Your wandering gaze halts abruptly. What is that? 

He holds a frown. You clench your fist, quietly chastising yourself for having held the curtain open for that long. The lines on his forehead are deep, and brows knitted. He has fallen back asleep, but the annoyance stays behind and lurks in his expression. You bring your hand to his face, gently grazing the furrows with the pad of your thumb. He tuts, prompting you to instantly stop what you are doing. 

You behold him a while, hoping the wrinkles will iron themselves out. But the scowl is persistent. And so are you. He is known to be irritable when deprived of sleep, for it is nothing less than a luxury for people like you. You’re always complaining that he never gets enough of it. And now when he is, you are in the mood to play with fire. 

You make the bold move of repeating the act, trying hard to be gentler than the last time. Your feathery touch tickles, making his nose crinkle. You can’t help but mirror him. He looks adorable. You’re obviously going to tease him about it when you steal some moments for yourself later in the day. 

You are confident that you’re in for a scolding this time. Instead, he inhales deeply and stirs; eyes still tightly shut. His arm snakes its way around your waist and he pulls you close. You are taken aback but take no time to wrap yours around his head and press a kiss in between his brows. 

“Is it time already?” his voice is raspy. 

“We’ve got some more,” you kiss his crown. 

Two smiles grow. His, in a sleepy bliss, and yours, in accomplishment. Tranquility drapes him again as he weaves in and out of languor and nestles into your chest. He hums whilst breathing you in deeply, as if you emit a fragrance that could instantly knock him out. And you do exactly that, since it isn't long before soft snores begin to fill the silence again. 

You card your fingers through his silken hair and thank the universe for giving you a few more minutes of serenity with your love. For allowing you to feel him close for a little longer, for permitting his warmth to permeate your skin a little deeper, for letting his embrace envelope you a little tighter. But most importantly, you thank the universe for keeping the thoughts of his responsibilities and the weight of his hardships, a little farther.  

And with that, you let yourself sink into his hold, silently wishing for the sun to slow down in its track, and for the clock to take a break from ticking. This time, you are mindful not to repeat old mistakes as you say in a voice that is a mere breeze, “Sleep tight, my love.” 

It was no use trying to gain the upper hand with Moblit, to take control and seduce him. No, instead, as his tongue traces shapes around your cunt, your brain fuzzes, and you descend into submission.

There’s nowhere to go once his arms lock down on your thighs, nothing you can do but whine and twitch as he runs the tip of his tongue up and down your folds before taking a hard slurp. Knives of pleasure twist in your stomach, making you jerk sideways on the bed. You know he won’t like that and you’re right; Moblit slams your hips back down and growls into your pussy, pressing deeper. 

You moan because it’s overwhelming, because it feels so good to be punished this way. You can feel how frustrated he is in the heat of his mouth and the strokes of his tongue. It’s so much, the wet texture of his tongue is too good, that you instinctively try to wriggle away.

Moblit lifts his chin, and you shudder when you see how much his mouth is shining with your slick. He wipes some of it away with the back of his hand before rolling his tongue behind his teeth and spitting between your legs. “You wanted it, love, so start taking it.”

His pointer and middle fingers slam into you. You cry out and clench around the rough thrusts of his digits, finally filling you after what felt like ages. Moblit attaches his mouth to you again, sucking and biting at your swollen clit while his hand works you from the inside. You yelp and scream through the waves of stimulation, fighting back the urge to push him away.

He laves his tongue in the same pattern again and again, pushing you toward release. It’s maddening, wanting to reach your peak so badly but not wanting the exquisite torture to end. Moblit’s fingers, thick and blunt, plunge deep inside you and suddenly stop. You clench desperately for friction, letting out a long whine that turns into a shriek when he adds a third finger and starts to curl them into your G-spot.

One of your legs kicks out and you grab for Moblit’s head. Your nails rake into his hair, pushing his chestnut bangs off his forehead and pulling tight at the roots. He looks so gorgeous like this, closed eyelids and long lashes uncovered, the angry creases in his forehead betraying his concentration, lust, hunger. That masterful tongue flicks out over your bud as you pull hair on his hair until finally, he lifts his chin the direction you’re tugging.

“If you’d stop messing around you’d have come twice by now.” It’s not the words but the snarl in his voice that snaps something inside of you, has you grinding up against his tongue. Moblit leans into you, switching his mouth with his fingers to rub fast and hard on your clit. 

You’re almost there, so close it could drive you insane. “Mob--, Mob--” You try to scream his name but stutter, throat catching on the last syllable and louder with each repetition. Your entire body shakes and for a second you think you might die like this before you shatter. Moblit shoves his tongue into your hole just in time to catch your release, to taste the way you gush for him with a moan rumbling in his own throat.

Your chest heaves as you come down, twitching at even Moblit’s smallest movements against your sensitive pussy. Slowly, you release your death grip on his hair, petting his head instead where it rests between your legs. It’s a soft moment, tender and loving, then Moblit asks, “What do you want now?”

There’s only one right answer, and it makes you shiver with anticipation. “More,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut.