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The Pace of an Old Man

Levi x fem reader

The afternoon sun was filtering softly through the curtains of the small, quiet cottage Levi had built for the two of you far away from the military capital. The war was over, the world was rebuilding, and inside these four walls, time finally belonged to you both.

Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his loose trousers, his back to you as he massaged a soothing salve into his scarred, aching knee. The years of violent ODM gear usage, combined with the heavy toll of the final battle, had left him with a body that occasionally protested the changing weather. His dark hair fell loosely across his face, damp from the shower, and the pale, jagged lines of old scars patterned his broad shoulders and back.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with an affectionate smile. Your hair was slightly messy, your body wrapped in one of his oversized shirts.

"Need some help with that, old man?" you teased softly, a playful glint in your eyes as you crossed the room.

Levi’s shoulders tensed for a fraction of a second before he let out a low, familiar Tch. He didn't turn around, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward into a faint, amused smirk. He capped the jar of salve and slowly turned his head, his single, piercing silver eye locking onto you with deeply affectionate warmth.

"Old man?" he repeated. He wiped his hands on a towel, his lone eye tracking the curve of your hips as you stepped closer. "You've got a lot of mouth today, brat."

"I'm just saying," you giggled, climbing onto the mattress and crawling up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder. "You're getting up there in years, Levi. I just worry your old bones can't keep up with me anymore."

Levi let out a low, breathy chuckle, a sound so rich and domestic it made your heart ache with love. In a split second, before you could even register his movement, his sturdy, powerful arm reached back. His grip was strong but gentle as his large hand caught your waist, and with one smooth, effortless twist of his upper body, he pulled you right over his shoulder and laid you flat on your back against the pillows.

A soft gasp left your lips, your body instantly shivering as Levi hovered over you.

The weight of his muscular frame was a solid, comforting anchor. He settled himself between your thighs, pinning your hands gently beside your head with his scarred, three-fingered grip. He looked down at you, his silver eye burning with a heavy, passionate fire that had absolutely nothing to do with age and everything to do with pure devotion.

"You think I'm slowing down, do you?" Levi teased softly, his lips brushing against your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "Let’s see if that pretty little body of yours can actually catch up with this old man. Because I have a feeling you're going to be begging me to stop before I'm even warmed up."

"Is that a challenge, Levi Ackerman?" you whispered, your heart hammering as your hips instinctively tilted up to meet his.

"It's a promise," he murmured.

Levi’s touch was the definition of sturdy and passionate. He didn't rush. He stripped the linen shirt from your body with slow, deliberate movements, his hands treating your skin like something sacred, worshipping every single curve of your body. He pressed deep, bruising kisses along your collarbone, his fingers tracing the soft line of your hips, making you shiver and melt into the mattress beneath him. He was so heavy, so beautifully solid, surrounding you until the entire world outside this bed ceased to exist.

When he reached down to slide your panties off, his fingers lazily brushed against your centre, finding you already completely soaked and aching for him.

Levi let out a soft, pleased hum, a proud smirk breaking on his lips as he coated his fingers in your warmth. "Look at that. So ready for an old man. You're practically begging for it, brat."

"Levi, please," you whimpered, your head lolling back into the pillows, your hands tangling into his dark hair to pull him closer. "I need you. Inside me. Now."

"Slow down," he whispered, his voice a comforting, authoritative purr against your ear as he unbuckled his trousers and freed his thick, rigid length. "We have all the time in the world. I told you, I'm going to take my time with you."

He positioned himself at your opening, the hot, throbbing crown of his cock pressing against your slick lips. Levi leaned his full weight down, his broad chest pressing firmly against your breasts, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, wet, and incredibly passionate kiss. At the same moment, his hips drove forward with a slow, powerful momentum, sinking his entire length deep inside your tight, welcoming heat in one smooth, breathless stroke.

A shattered, muffled cry was swallowed by his lips as your inner muscles instantly clamped tightly around him. The sheer fullness of him stretching you out was incredible, a sweet, burning pleasure that filled your entire abdomen.

Levi groaned deeply into your mouth, his jaw clenching as he paused for a moment, letting your body adjust to his size. He began to move, and it was the most beautiful, loving thing you had ever experienced. He didn't use the frantic, aggressive speed of a younger man; instead, his pace was deep, steady, and unhurried. He drove into you with a powerful, rhythmic thrusting, his hips sliding against yours with a heavy friction that targeted your sweet spot perfectly with every single stroke.

"Ah... Levi... Levi," you gasped out as he broke the kiss, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, your hair sprawling wildly across the sheets.

"I'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured softly, his silver eye locked onto your face, watching the pure ecstasy colour your features. He reached down, hooking his sturdy arms under your thighs and lifting your legs onto his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. "Am I moving too slow for you? Do you need me to speed up, or is this old man keeping you right where you want to be?"

"You're perfect... it's too good," you sobbed out, your body melting into a literal puddle of arousal beneath him. The contrast of his rough, battle-hardened hands gently cupping your face while his lower body ruthlessly, thoroughly possessed yours was completely overwhelming your senses.

Levi let out a breathy growl, his pace naturally quickening just a fraction as your tight walls began to pulse frantically around him. He drove deeper, his muscular frame moving with a flawless, sturdy control that proved he could go for hours without ever tiring. Every impact of his hips was an absolute declaration of love, his body heat radiating off him like a furnace, wrapping you in a cocoon of absolute safety and pleasure.

The friction inside you built to a fever pitch. Your vision began to blur, your breathing turning into short, ragged gasps as the waves of a massive orgasm began to ripple through your core. Your legs shook violently against his shoulders, your toes curling.

"Levi, I'm gonna, please—"

"Go ahead, brat. Come for me," Levi praised roughly, his thumb rubbing over your lower lip as he delivered three deep, heavy, punishing thrusts that pushed you right over the precipice.

You exploded. A loud, breathless scream tore from your throat as your climax ripped through you, your entire body bucking and trembling in a shattering release. Your internal muscles clamped down around his thick length in a tight, desperate rhythm, milking him thoroughly.

The pleasure was so intense, so profound, that you felt your mind detach from reality. You felt like you were completely weightless, floating high above the bed, enveloped in a warm, golden haze of pure bliss. Your legs slipped from his shoulders, falling limply to the mattress, your muscles spent.

But Levi wasn't done.

He let out a growl as your climax squeezed him, his silver eye darkening with a primal, insatiable hunger. He didn't pull out, and he didn't stop. Even as you lay there completely helpless, floating in the afterglow of your release, Levi’s large hands locked onto your hips.

With a slow, powerful, and relentless momentum, he kept going. He slid his thick length all the way out before plunging right back in, burying himself deep inside your hyper-sensitive, pulsing core.

"L-Levi..." you whimpered, dazed, your eyes half-closed as you weakly looked up at him, your body tingling with a sweet, sensitive ache as he kept a steady, unhurried rhythm. "I can't... I'm floating..."

Levi offered you a breathless, incredibly loving smirk, his chest heaving as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, never once stopping the deep, sturdy thrusts of his hips.

"I told you, brat," he whispered against your skin, his gravelly voice thick with a deep devotion as he continued to possess you. "You can't keep up with this old man. Just lay there and take it. I’m not letting you down for a long, long time."

Levi x fem reader

The silence of the sprawling Ackerman mansion always felt a little too heavy whenever Levi was away.

For the past week, he had been consumed by high-stakes syndicate business, settling territorial disputes, securing shipping routes, and ensuring his family’s grip on the city remained absolute. You missed him terribly. Even though you were safely wrapped in the luxury of his estate, your heart constantly ached for the sharp, comforting scent of his expensive cologne and the grounding weight of his arms around you.

He was obsessive about you, madly, deeply, and fiercely in love. Even in the middle of a dangerous mission, he would text you the moment he had a free second, always needing to ensure his cara was safe and content.

As you lounged on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone to pass the time, you stumbled across a cute, viral trend. Girls were asking their heavily tattooed partners if they could use markers to colour in the blank spaces of their ink.

A soft smile broke across your face. Levi was completely covered. His broad chest, powerful back, and muscular arms were a tapestry of lethal history, a mix of dark knife wounds, faded gunshot scars, and intricate, sprawling tattoos. While many of his pieces were vibrant with colour, he had so many complex, fine-line designs that a good portion of them remained unshaded.

Your heart fluttered. You bit your lip and pulled up his chat, typing out a message.

You: Levi? I saw a cute new thing online I wanna try!

❤️Levi❤️: What is it, cara?

You: People colour in their partner's tattoos. I know you have some on you that could be coloured in. Can I do that?

❤️Levi❤️: I don't think we have pens for skin.

You: Oh... never mind then! Be safe.

❤️Levi❤️: Leave it with me.

You: It's okay, handsome, it was a silly idea.

❤️Levi❤️: None of your ideas are silly. Let me take care of everything

You: Okay. I'm still not used to that. You know, you being able to do anything. You're so cool and amazing! I love you so much.

❤️Levi❤️: Love you forever, cara ❤️

You squeezed your phone tightly against your chest, your heart racing. Even after all this time, you still weren't used to it, the sheer, staggering power he wielded. To the rest of the world, Don Levi Ackerman was a terrifying, untouchable entity who could make people vanish with a whisper. But to you? He was just a man who would bend the entire world to give you whatever you asked for.

You: I miss you.

After hitting send, you locked your phone with a soft sigh. Missing him this much was practically an ache, so you decided you needed a serious distraction.

You wandered through the long, quiet hallways of the mansion until you reached your favourite sanctuary: a private, cosy room Levi had custom-built just for you. It was filled with all your favourite collectables, your gaming setup, shelves of books, and plush beanbags. It was the perfect spot to recharge. You slipped your heavy noise-cancelling headphones over your ears, booted up a game, and finally managed to quiet your mind.

You lost track of time. You didn't hear the distant roar of a sports car tearing up the driveway, nor did you hear the heavy, hurried footsteps echoing through the house.

The first clue you had was a sudden vibration through the floorboards. Before you could even turn around, the door to your room was shoved open with a heavy bang.

Levi stood in the doorway, looking dishevelled. His dark hair was messy, his tie was slightly askew, and his chest was heaving as if he had just run a marathon. His silver eyes swept the room frantically until they finally locked onto you.

"There you are!" he breathed, a wave of relief washing over his sharp features.

You blinked, quickly sliding your headphones down around your neck and offering him a bright, happy smile. "Hey, Levi."

"Don't hey me!" he scolded, though his voice lacked any real venom, carrying only the residue of sheer panic. "I called you three times. I called the house phone. I thought someone had breached the perimeter."

"Oh, I left my phone in the bedroom," you said apologetically, twisting your fingers together. "I wanted to distract myself because I missed you so much. I didn't want to just sit there staring at the screen."

Levi didn't say another word. He marched across the room, the heavy soles of his dress shoes clicking against the floor. When he reached your chair, he leaned down, grabbing your face with one large, warm hand. His fingers squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your lips into an adorable, helpless pout.

"Tch. You are too cute for your own good," Levi muttered. "You had me worried sick, cara. You need your phone on you always so I can reach you. Understand?"

He leaned in closer, his sharp silver eyes locking onto your lips before he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss right to the tip of your nose.

"I can't live without you, so I need constant contact," he whispered against your skin, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. "When I don't hear from you, my mind goes to dark places."

"Got it," you mumbled through your squeezed cheeks, your heart melting into absolute mush. "I'll remember my phone next time, promise."

Satisfied, he finally released your face, his gaze darkening with a sudden, intense hunger. "Good. Now... I need to kiss you properly."

You didn't need to be told twice. You stood up from your chair, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. "Then kiss away, handsome."

Levi caught you by the waist, pulling you against his solid chest as his mouth descended onto yours. The kiss was deep, passionate, and thick with the starved desperation of a man who had been deprived of his favourite thing all week. He tasted you, a low, appreciative rumble vibrating deep in his throat.

When he finally pulled back just an inch, his lips brushed yours as he murmured, “Mm, tasty girlfriend.”

You giggled, your cheeks heating up. "Thank you."

"Come on. I have a surprise for you," he said, a cute smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Before you could ask what it was, he scooped you up into his powerful arms, carrying you effortlessly out of the room and down the hall toward the master bedroom. "I know you'll like it."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, covering his sharp jaw and cheek with a flurry of sweet, peppering kisses. "Oh yeah? Is it kinky?"

"Could be," Levi chuckled deeply, the sound a low purr against your chest. He carried you into the bedroom and gently threw you onto the centre of the massive mattress. "Depends on how you feel."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyes widening with appreciation as Levi stood at the edge of the bed and began to undress. He shed his tailored blazer, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Next went his waistcoat, tie, and finally, he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pulling his arms free and letting it drop to the floor.

He stood there in nothing but his dark dress trousers, a breathtaking silhouette of pure, lean muscle, heavy ink, and pale, rugged scars.

You bit your lip, openly checking him out. "Mmm. Pretty boyfriend."

"Tch. Flatterer," he muttered, though his ears pinked slightly. He reached into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled out a small, rectangular plastic pack, tossing it lightly onto the mattress beside you. "Here."

You picked it up, reading the label. Your eyes lit up in pure delight. It was a professional, multi-coloured pack of premium markers, completely non-toxic and specifically formulated to be skin-safe.

"Oh! You actually got them!"

Levi climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and cat-like. He slid back against the plush pillows, propping his upper back and head comfortably against the heavy leather headboard. He spread his arms slightly, completely exposing the massive, intricate dragon and floral sleeves that cascaded down his chest and arms, leaving several sections of fine, black-and-white linework completely bare.

"I am your canvas," he murmured softly, his silver eyes warm with a quiet devotion. "Do whatever you want to me, cara."

A breathless laugh escaped you. You eagerly clambered across the mattress, settling yourself right between his thick thighs, leaning your weight comfortably against his sturdy torso. You popped the cap off a bright crimson pen, propped your forearms against his stomach, and carefully began colouring in the open petals of a traditional peony etched near his collarbone.

Levi smiled softly, the tight, stressed lines of his week completely evaporating. His large, calloused hand came up, his fingers gently tangling into your hair, stroking the soft strands as he watched you work with admiration.

"We should have done this sooner," he murmured, his thumb lazily tracing the shell of your ear. "I like it."

You looked up from his chest, your eyes sparkling with pure happiness as you pressed a quick kiss to his skin. "I love this! You're the best boyfriend ever, Levi."

"Only for you, cara," he whispered, closing his eyes and letting out a deep, contented sigh, perfectly happy to let his dangerous world stand still for as long as you had a pen in your hand.

Behind Closed Doors

Levi x fem reader

The moment your lips touched your co-star's, Levi felt a twinge rip through his chest. He had seen you kiss co-stars before; it was the nature of your job, and he usually managed to maintain his cold, detached professional distance, but this man was taking the fucking piss. The director had asked for a romantic glance, but the co-star was pulling you in far too close, deepening the kiss and making it miles more passionate than it was ever supposed to be. Levi’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching so hard inside his suit pockets that his knuckles popped. You were his. How dare this... this... pathetic daytime television hack lay his hands on you like that?

"Cut! Outstanding! Brilliant passion from both of you!" the director yelled, beaming with delight.

As the crew began resetting the lights, you stepped back, politely and sweetly making small talk with your co-star. The man was practically preening, leaning in close and heavily hinting that the chemistry on screen wasn't just acting, that he was developing real feelings for you. He smirked, asking what you had been thinking about to make the scene feel so intensely real.

You didn't hesitate. With a dazzling smile, you proudly said, "Oh, I was just thinking about my handsome boyfriend."

Across the bustling set, the tight line of Levi’s jaw relaxed just a fraction. A faint, possessive surge of satisfaction hummed in his veins at your loyalty, but it didn't completely wash away the bitter taste in his mouth. You had still been touched. You had still been kissed by a man who clearly wanted to slide right into Levi's position.

Oblivious to the storm brewing under his tailored suit, you broke away from the crew and raced straight over to Levi, your face glowing with pride and happiness over the solid day of work you had just delivered. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. "How did I do, Levi?"

Levi adjusted his sunglasses, his voice flat. "Good. You did good."

He couldn't deny it; you were an exceptional actor, captivating when the cameras rolled. But your co-star was officially on his black list.

"Tch. The crowd is starting to linger," Levi murmured, his professional instinct masking his growing impatience. "Go to your dressing room. Relax, get changed, and let's head home."

"Sounds perfect," you agreed, leading the way off the bustling soundstage and across the lot to your private, high-end luxury trailer.

The moment you stepped inside, the heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the studio. Before you could even walk completely into the room, the professional facade Levi had been wearing all afternoon evaporated. He reached back, locking the deadbolt with a sharp clack. He yanked his earpiece out of his ear, tossing it onto a nearby chair, and rushed you.

You were standing right in front of your large vanity mirror, your hands raised as you began carefully peeling off your elaborate, styled wig and wig cap, revealing your natural hair beneath.

Suddenly, a heavy, powerful frame slammed into your back.

Levi caught you off guard, his large hands gripping your waist and pressing your front firmly against the cool, lit glass of the vanity mirror. A sharp gasp left your lips, your body shivering in a mix of surprise and sudden, white-hot thrill as the smooth glass met your skin and his blistering body heat completely enveloped you from behind.

Through the reflection of the mirror, you looked straight into both of his sharp, piercing silver eyes. They were dark with a predatory jealousy, his muscular chest expanding against your back as his breathing turned heavy and ragged.

Levi tilted his head down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth giving your sweet flesh a sharp, possessive nip that made your knees buckle. His hands slid down from your waist, gathering up the fabric of your wardrobe and sliding it up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin with a raw, dominant grip.

"I don't give a fuck what the script says, brat," Levi growled, as he forced your hips back against his heavy, solid length. "Wipe his taste out of your mouth. Remind me exactly who you belong to before I tear this fucking dress off you."

You flipped your hair back over your shoulder, a defiant smile playing on your lips as you locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror. "Come on then, Levi," you challenged softly, your heart hammering. "Show me."

Levi’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching at your brazen tone. Without a single word, his large, calloused hands shoved the fabric of your dress all the way up to your waist, pinning it against your lower back. Before you could even gasp, his heavy palm came down in a sharp, resounding spank right across the soft flesh of your behind.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, the sting instantly turning into a deep, throbbing heat.

"Who do you belong to, brat?" Levi growled against your ear, his voice thick and dangerous as his palm came down again, harder this time, marking your skin with a fierce, possessive rhythm. "Tell me right now."

But the thrill of the chase was too intoxicating. You played the brat, biting your lip and holding back the answer, intentionally tilting your hips away from him with a needy whimper. Levi let out a low, rough growl at your stubbornness, his strikes becoming faster and more intense, punishing your defiance until the overwhelming pleasure and sting finally broke you.

"Levi! Yours, I'm yours!" you cried out, your voice cracking as you sobbed his name into the quiet trailer, completely undone by his dominance.

Satisfied by your breakdown, Levi’s hand slid lower, hooking into the waistband of your silk panties. He pulled them tight and pulled them straight up, stretching the fabric taut so he could see the plush, swollen curves of your pussy lips spilling out on either side of the tight material. He ran his fingers slowly up and down the exposed flesh, his touch deliberate.

"Look at you," Levi rasped, his breathing ragged. "That stupid, fucking hack co-star doesn't get to see you like this. He doesn't get to touch any of this."

With a rough tug, he pulled the panties completely to the side, exposing your slick, glistening centre. He dipped his fingers straight into your heat, his eyes darkening further as he found you completely, utterly dripping.

"Look how soaking wet you are for me," he muttered, a proud, possessive smirk finally breaking on his face as he coated his fingers in your moisture. "You were sitting on that set, letting him kiss you, but you were getting needy for me and only me. Weren't you, brat?"

"Yes... yes, Levi, please," you begged, your hands clutching the edge of the vanity for dear life as your head lolled back against his chest.

Levi didn't answer with words. The sharp, metallic click of his belt unbuckling echoed in the room. He quickly undid his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length. The blistering heat of his erect cock pressed firmly against your wet skin as he ran the throbbing tip up and down your soaking opening, coating himself in your nectar.

You let out a broken whine, arching your back to meet him, but Levi held you firmly in place, pushing just the very tip of his crown past your tight lips.

He stopped right there, a dark, teasing smile playing on his lips as you began to plead and beg, your hips desperately rolling backwards to try and force him all the way inside. But he wouldn't budge. He kept you hovering right on the agonising edge of fulfilment.

"I need to hear it again, clear," Levi whispered roughly, his fingers digging into your hip bones. "Confirm it for me. Tell me exactly who owns you, or I'm leaving you right on the edge."

"You do! You own me, Levi!" you sobbed, almost frantic with need as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "I'm yours, I promise... I promise I'll be a good girl for you. Please, just stretch me, please..."

"Good girl," Levi praised.

He didn't give you another second of warning. His hands gripped your waist with a bruising strength, and with one massive, possessive drive of his hips, Levi plunged his thick length inside you, burying himself deep until he hit your absolute core.

A loud, shattered scream was ripped from your throat as he locked into a hard, merciless, and primal rhythm. He drove into you with a fierce jealousy, the heavy, muscular weight of his lower abdomen slapping roughly against your bare bottom with every single punishing thrust, completely taking over your body and marking you.

The impact of his hips sent a heavy tremor right through the vanity. Within seconds, everything sitting on the counter, your expensive makeup palettes, perfume bottles, and brushes, rattled violently before sliding off the edge and crashing onto the floor, some of the glass bottles breaking with a sharp shatter.

Neither of you cared.

Levi’s hand slid up from your shoulder, his fingers wrapping securely around the front of your neck. It wasn't to choke you, but to completely command your posture, his thumb pressing firmly under your jawline to lift your head high.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," Levi commanded, his rough voice panting directly into your ear. "Look at us together, brat. Look at our love. Our passion. Watch what I do to you."

Your eyes fluttered open, forced to stare at the breathless reflection in front of you. You watched in awe as Levi ruthlessly fucked you from behind. Seeing him completely stripped of his usual composure, behaving like a fierce, loving animal consumed by his need for you, was intoxicating. The way his powerful shoulders rolled with every thrust, the way your body burned with an overwhelming, white-hot pleasure, and the way your heavy arousal was running down your thick legs and dripping onto the floorboards was too much for your senses to handle.

The friction pushed you right over the edge. You combusted, a loud, shattered scream echoing through the trailer as you came hard. Your legs shook and bucked wildly against your boyfriend, your inner muscles clamping down around his thick length in a tight, pulsing vice.

Levi let out a growl at the crushing sensation, his teeth gritting as he rode out the wave of your climax.

Before your body could even stop trembling, he suddenly pulled completely out of your soaking warmth. You whimpered at the sudden loss of him, but before you could protest, Levi gripped your waist, turned you completely around to face him, and lifted your frame effortlessly into the air. He sat you right down onto the edge of the vanity, completely ignoring the scattered debris.

He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. Spreading your legs wide, Levi slammed right back into you, burying his rigid length all the way to the hilt in one deep, breathless stroke.

"Wrap your legs around me. Hold onto me tightly," he ordered roughly, his eyes burning with a dark, insatiable fire as he gripped the back of your thighs.

You obeyed, locking your ankles behind his lower back and clinging to his muscular shoulders for dear life. Satisfied, Levi locked his hands onto your hips and went hard and fast again, his powerful frame driving into you with a relentless, possessive speed that ensured you would never forget exactly who you belonged to.

Can you make a oneshot mafia levi × fem!reader when levi was so in love with her but she unfortunately didn't love him back at first and dated someone else but levi couldn't stop loving her. Her boyfriend was abusive towards her and was abusing her verbally and physically that she ran away from him and didn't know were to go but levi and she was severely injured and levi took care of her and wanted to protect her and revenge from her abusive boyfriend then eventually she fell in love with him alot and they confessed to each other.

Can you make it spicy when they confess ? if you're okay with that

The Wrong Kind of Safe

Levi x fem reader

The rain in the city didn't just fall; it punished. It slicked the asphalt, blurred the neon lights of the underground district, and washed away the blood pooling from the fresh cuts on your face.

You stumbled through the gates of the Ackerman estate, your breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. Your vision was swimming, one eye swelling shut from the heavy blow your ‘safe’ boyfriend had delivered before you finally found the strength to smash a lamp over his head and run into the night.

You had spent two years running from Levi. When the city’s most feared mafia Don had first looked at you with those intense, piercing silver eyes, your heart had hammered against your ribs. He was captivating, but he was lethal. He was wrapped in three-piece suits, surrounded by armed guards, and shadowed by rumours of blood and smoke. You had panicked. You told yourself you needed a normal life. A safe life.

So you chose someone ordinary. Someone who worked a regular job, who didn't carry a gun, who seemed soft.

What a cruel joke that had turned out to be. The ordinary man was a monster behind closed doors, a cowardly sadist who used his fists to make himself feel big, isolating you until you felt like nothing. You had fled from the wrong kind of danger. Levi was a predator to the world, yes, but he was a king. And you knew, with certainty, that your ex would never dare step foot onto Ackerman ground. This was the only fortress left.

Your knees finally gave out, bucking beneath your weight. You collapsed onto the cold, wet stone of the estate’s grand porch, a weak cry escaping your lips as unconsciousness threatened to pull you under.

The heavy oak front door flew open.

Through the haze of the downpour, a figure blurred into view. Levi stepped out into the storm, wearing nothing but a dark dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The moment his eyes locked onto your broken, shivering form, the stoic, unreadable mask of the city’s most terrifying Don completely shattered.

"God damn it," Levi rasped.

In a heartbeat, he was down on his knees in the pouring rain. His large, powerful hands, hands that commanded an empire of violence, were suddenly lighter than a feather as they slid beneath your back and knees. He lifted you effortlessly against his chest, pulling you protectively out of the cold.

"I've got you. Open your eyes for me, brat, come on," he muttered fiercely against your hair, his chest heaving as he kicked the front door shut behind him, completely ignoring that the rain was soaking through his expensive clothes. "Furlan! Get the medic kit to my master bedroom right now! Don't make me repeat myself!"

As he carried you up the grand staircase, you weakly tangled your trembling fingers into his damp shirt, burying your face into the warm crook of his neck. He smelled like expensive cologne, leather, and a faint hint of tobacco, a dangerous scent, but right now, it felt like the safest thing in the entire world.

"Levi..." you whimpered, a tear slipping down your bruised cheek. "I'm sorry... I was so wrong..."

"Shh. Don't speak," Levi murmured, his grip tightening around you with a possessive, protective strength. He pressed a warm kiss to the crown of your head as he stepped into his bedroom. "You're safe now. I don't give a fuck about the past. No one is ever going to touch you again. I promise you."

The heavy curtains of his master bedroom were drawn tight, shutting out the storm, but the real sanctuary was the quiet, meticulous way Levi moved around the space.

He didn't let the family medic touch you. He took the medical kit himself, pulling up a leather chair to the edge of his massive bed where you lay propped up against a mountain of pillows. The lethal, terrifying Don who could order a hit with a casual flick of his wrist was gone; in his place was a man treating something so incredibly fragile and precious he was barely breathing.

"Hold still, brat," Levi murmured.

He dipped a clean piece of gauze into warm, antiseptic water. With precision, he reached up, gently tilting your chin to face the soft light of the bedside lamp. Your heart hammered against your ribs, not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of his focus. When the damp cotton pressed against the split on your lip, you flinched, a small whimpering sigh escaping you.

Levi paused. A dark, dangerous shadow flickered across his eyes, a silent vow of murder directed at the man who had dared to put these marks on you, but when he looked back at your face, his expression softened completely. He blew a soft, cool breath over your skin to soothe the sting.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his thumb lazily tracing the unbruised line of your jaw. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can. Just look at me."

You did. You looked closely at the sharp line of his undercut, the expensive linen of his shirt, and the absolute devotion burning behind his gaze. For two years, you had convinced yourself that this man’s world was a chaotic, violent hazard. But as he cleaned the cuts on your cheeks, wiped away the dried blood, and carefully wrapped a soft bandage around your sprained wrist, the truth hit you with a sudden, undeniable clarity.

You had run from the wrong kind of danger. Your ex’s violence was cruel, pathetic, and meant to make you feel small. But Levi’s danger? It was an armour. It was a fierce, protective wall meant to shield you from the horrors of the world. He was a monster to the city, but to you, he was a fortress.

"There," Levi said softly, setting the medical supplies aside on the nightstand. He pulled the heavy duvet up to your chin, tucking you in with a domestic tenderness that felt surreal. "The bedroom door is locked from the inside. My men are stationed at every exit of this estate. No one gets in. You sleep, brat. I'll be right here."

You reached out from beneath the covers, your uninjured hand catching the cuff of his sleeve. "Levi... where are you going?"

Levi paused, looking down at your small hand against his arm. A cold, lethal smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the look of a predator who had just located its prey. His men had already tracked your ex down to a sleazy motel on the edge of the district.

"Just handling some family business," Levi murmured, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss against your forehead. "When I get back, you'll never have to look over your shoulder again. Sleep."

It had been three days since the night of the storm. Inside the quiet luxury of Levi’s estate, time seemed to slow down, giving your body and mind the space to finally breathe. The swelling in your face had gone down, the painful bruises colouring your skin had begun to fade into faint yellows, and the constant, trembling terror that had lived under your skin for two years was completely gone.

Your ex was gone, too. Levi had returned a few hours after he left that first night, his clothes clean but his eyes carrying the heavy, absolute calm of a man who had permanently erased a threat. He hadn't given you the grim details, only sitting on the edge of the bed, taking your uninjured hand, and saying, "It’s over. He’s never coming back. You’re mine now, if you'll have me."

Now, on a quiet evening, you were sitting on the edge of the massive bed, wearing one of Levi’s oversized, soft black button-down shirts. The fabric hung loosely over your curves, intoxicatingly scented with his signature scent: leather, rich spice, and safety.

The door clicked open, and Levi walked in. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie, the first few buttons of his dark shirt undone, his undercut slightly messy. The moment his gaze landed on you, your heart did a familiar, heavy flip.

"How is the wrist feeling today, brat?" he asked softly, closing the door behind him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," you whispered.

You didn't look away from him as he approached. The silence in the room grew thick, charged with days of unspoken tension, gratitude, and a fierce, simmering heat that had been building between you since the moment he carried you inside. As he stood right in front of you, you reached out, your fingers wrapping around his wrists.

"Levi... I need to say it," you breathed, looking up into his piercing eyes. "I was a fool to run from you before. I thought... I thought your world was too dangerous, that you were too dangerous. But I was so wrong. You are the only person who has ever made me feel truly safe. I am so deeply in love with you, Levi. I think I always have been."

Levi froze. For a fraction of a second, the fearsome, unshakeable Don looked completely struck, his breath catching in his chest. Then, a low, rough growl vibrated in his throat.

"Damn it," he rasped, his hand instantly coming up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair as he tilted your face up. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that."

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss that completely obliterated any remaining distance between you. It wasn't gentle like the past few days; it was possessive, hungry, and thick with years of starved devotion. He tasted you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours as a soft whimper escaped your lips. Levi groaned into the kiss, his broad frame pressing you back onto the mattress until he was hovering over you, his thighs framing your hips.

He broke the kiss just enough to look down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a dark, primal desire. "I'm going to mark you as mine," he whispered roughly against your lips, his hand sliding down your throat, over the soft linen of his shirt, until his palm firmly cupped the heavy, aching curve of your breast. "I'm going to make you forget anyone else ever touched you. Every inch of this beautiful body belongs to me."

"Yes," you gasp out, your hands sliding up his broad shoulders, your core instantly dripping wet and aching for him. "Please, Levi. Make me yours."

Levi’s jaw clenched, a dark, dangerous smirk finally tugging at his lips. He began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the hard, scarred planes of his chest, never once breaking eye contact with you. He shifted his weight, his rigid, heavy length pressing directly against your thigh through his trousers, promising an absolute, shattering undoing the moment he finally slid inside you.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your jawline as his fingers drifted to the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding the fabric up your thighs.

Synopsis. First time trying to get you pregnant? You’re lucky it’s only one (for now.)

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, bréeding, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmplay, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, manhandIing, p sIapping, p talking, marathons, overstím, making them whímper, CEO!Nanami, good husbands, rough s, fuIl neIsons, Unckuna, GOJO’S POWERS, breaking the bed, running from it, mentions of kids, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. HEHEHEH

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Run!

You’re clawing at the mahogany headboard above you, you’re fisting your dampened sheets. You’re dragging your nails down Toji’s muscular back and the only thing he does is snicker-

“Heh, don’t run, doll. Come back-” You gulp- something he feels under his palm as he grips onto your pretty throat and draaaaags you back into him. Into his hips.

Your overworked bed frame creaks as he’s back to slipping his swollen shaft between your folds. So thick n’ hot—Toji feels you clenching ‘round him and he grins, such a devilish smile. He squeezes your airway when your mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do we?”

“N-no…” You’re furiously shaking your head.

Trying your very best to stay quiet with Megumi and Tsumiki down the hall, and Toji right here trying to give them a younger sibling.

Aching till he gives them a younger sibling- “Mmm, d’you want a girl or a boy, mama?”

"You should've been doing regular maintenance on it man." "Yeah Tora, it was busted up pretty bad already."

"I'm gonna kill both of you with my bare hands."

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Sadist!Rindou x Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, mention of soft sex, rough teasing, wrestling in bed but he does it mainly to piss you off ♡

note: lowkey him and Ran are both sadists, they always look like they genuinely enjoy beating the dogshit out of people lmao, Nahoya too, bunch of demons frfr (gotta write for the twins some more, they're so cute it makes me mad)

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💙 Sadist!Rindou who always starts sex off as normally and vanilla as possible, but who quickly shifts the tone into something more playful (and a little malicious)

💙 Sadist!Rindou who isn't above putting you in a chokehold if he's fucking you from the back, if anything, you're signing up for a wrestling match if you agree to doggy with him

"C'mon pretty girl, are you gonna tap out or cum first?"

💙 Sadist!Rindou who will joint lock your legs so he can hit deeper angles despite you arguing with him that your legs don't extend that far

"What do you mean they don't go that far? Well they do now."

💙 Sadist!Rindou who promises not to get rough until he does and you end up on the floor beside the bed, tangled up in the blankets

"You okay down there princess? Is the floor comfy?"

💙 Sadist!Rindou who feels a teeny bit bad, but not bad enough to not pull some bullshit the next time you're together

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King!Izana x Royalty!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, ooc Izana because reader has him whipped real bad, Tenjiku being confused but loyal knights, kidnapping, soft yandere!Izana, Izana lowkey being a bad person in general but he's good to you ♡

note: I missed you too anon. This seems like a handful but you underestimate how much I overestimate myself, so here you go. Also I excluded Koko so just main Tenjiku members as his knights + I think Koko gives off more royal advisor vibes than anything else

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🎴 The first time Izana saw you was at a large gathering of royal families, though it might as well have been a small gathering because he only saw you there with your family the entire night. He had heard your name briefly in passing and thought nothing of it, but to see your face so clearly, your hand just out of his reach, he couldn't help but admit he was smitten.

🎴 Tenjiku couldn't believe that their king was actually interested in someone for once, of course it was jarring to see him get all mushy and sentimental when mentioning you, especially since he had barely interacted with you, but they kept their opinions to themselves and did their duties as instructed. And what did Izana want them to do? Kidnap you and bring you to his kingdom of course. He could've just as easily gone to you, or wrote you a letter detailing his interest in knowing you more intimately, but he was buzzing with so much excitement he just had to have you in his presence again immediately.

"Bring Miss y/n to me. I want her seated in the throne beside me by dawn."

"My King... you want us to kidnap a woman? We've fought wars for you, taken lives for you, but I think kidnapping might be where the line should be drawn. You could start another war between kingdoms. It just isn't a good idea." - Kakucho

"Did I ask you to talk back? Go on, bring her back here or don't come back at all."

🎴 Izana was practically jumping for joy when he saw Tenjiku bringing you through the palace doors, leaping off his throne to greet you. He gave you a long-winded tour of the castle, showing you to a room he had especially designed for you, incorporating many of your kingdom's colors and traditional designs. He wanted it to feel like home for you, since he wasn't planning on letting you leave anytime soon. It was strange at first, and it took you weeks to adjust to being around him, mainly because you've heard many rumors about him and his cruelty towards people outside of his kingdom. But every time you looked into his eyes, they were filled with such overwhelming warmth and affection that you couldn't even begin to see how such rumors could be true.

🎴 After a while, you got used to him doting on you decided to stay with him permanently. He was overjoyed and threw a big celebration, begrudgingly inviting your family to it despite him knowing they wanted you to come back home with them. They had written him many letters, and when he didn't answer they wrote to you, but he intercepted all of them. After all, the only person you needed was him.

🎴 Izana spent the entire night dancing with you, and eventually he dragged you out on one of the many balconies to ask for your hand in marriage. Of course you said yes, as he expected, and he led you back inside to make a formal announcement. He could see the disappointment written on your family's face, but that didn't matter now, you were his, you wanted to be his, and you were going to rule side by side as husband and wife, King and Queen. And he'd ensure no one would take away the joy you brought him, by any means necessary.

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Rindou w/ a Mommy Kink

♡ NSFW, fem reader, lowkey sub!Rindou, mommy kink obvi, oral -> male receiving, soft sex + riding so top!reader, overstimulation + slight orgasm denial, implied unprotected sex, crying and begging ♡

note: life has been lifing, I feel like I should make like an official post about why I've been gone, but I don't think it's really necessary and also no one is going to read it lol, thanks for requesting kitty Kat, I hope you and your baby are doing well and it's wild you made this request because I was literally just thinking about Rindou 🤭 and I still have a request in my drafts but I can't bring myself to do it yet 😭 sorry to the anon who requested it

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💙 Rindou who doesn't necessarily like being vulnerable with anyone, especially you

💙 Rindou who has to restrain himself from cumming inside you the first time you ride him, gripping your waist as he desperately tries to ground himself and act like you aren't affecting him as badly as you are

💙 Rindou who audibly whimpers when you lean down and plant a sloppy kiss on his mouth

💙 Rindou who feels his entire face burning with embarrassment when the "mommy" slips out of his mouth

"Please forget I said that y/n!"

💙 Rindou who gets a tad bit frustrated when you tease him about it, but whose frustration disappears when he feels your pussy clench around him

💙 Rindou who moans like a slut when he finally cums inside you + Rindou who feels tears brimming in the corners of his eyes as you keep riding him through his orgasm

"Please mommy...please let me cum again."

💙 Rindou who groans in frustration when you stop moving on top of him because he was so close to another orgasm and you just ruined it + Rindou who nuts quick when you move off of his lap just to suck him off

💙 Rindou who's very embarrassed but equally satisfied, so he just buries his face in your chest and goes to sleep without mentioning what just happened

💙 Rindou who nearly cums in his pants the next time you're out in public because you won't let the fact he has a mommy kink go

"Who's mommy's pretty boy?"

"I...I am. But stop saying that in public before someone hears you please!"

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Wolf Levi x fem Bunny reader

The current heatwave was officially a biological hazard in your shared estate.

As a rabbit hybrid, your thick, fluffy ears and tail were practically traps for the sweltering humidity. But as miserable as you were, Levi was ten times worse. Wolf hybrids naturally ran hot, their internal body temperatures mimicking a furnace even in the dead of winter. Right now, in the middle of a record-breaking summer, Levi was a walking radiator.

"Brat. Come here," Levi grunted from the bedroom.

You slowly shuffled to the doorway, panting slightly, your long rabbit ears drooping flat against your back. When you looked inside, you almost couldn't believe your eyes. Despite the suffocating air, Levi’s heavy instincts were flaring. He had dragged every plush blanket, silk sheet, and pillow from the closets, meticulously building a massive, neat nesting circle in the centre of the bed. He sat right in the middle of it, his dark tailored trousers discarded for loose shorts, his wolf ears twitching with anticipation as his dark tail swished against the sheets. He held his arms open, completely expecting his mate to crawl in.

"Levi, are you completely insane?" you whined, your fluffy white tail twitching in pure distress. "It is thirty-five degrees outside! I love you, but if I get into that mountain with a walking radiator, I will actually pass away."

"Tch. It’s a nest. You're supposed to be in it with me," he growled softly, a line forming between his brows.

"No way." You turned right around, marched into the living room, and collapsed directly onto the hardwood floor. You spread your arms and legs wide, lying completely flat on your stomach right in front of the massive, roaring electric fan you had set to maximum speed. The artificial breeze barely cut through the humidity, but the cold floorboards felt like heaven against your sensitive skin.

A moment later, heavy, quiet footsteps padded into the room. You tilted your head to see Levi standing over you. His wolf ears were pinned back against his dark hair, and his tail was hanging low and completely still. He looked deeply offended.

"You're rejecting your mate for a plastic machine," he muttered.

"I'm not rejecting you, Levi," you groaned, burying your face back into your arms as the fan blew your ears back. "It’s not you, it’s the weather. I am literally melting. For my health, and honestly, for yours, it is best if we stay completely apart until this heatwave goes away. Go sit on an ice pack or something."

Levi stared down at you for a long, silent heartbeat. His ears flicked sharply. Stay apart? Until the heatwave goes away?

Absolutely not. He was the head of the city's most powerful syndicate. He controlled millions, ran the entire underground network, and commanded hundreds of men. He was not going to let a bit of weather separate him from his bunny.

Without a word, Levi whipped out his phone, his thumb flying across the screen as he dialled his chief lieutenant. "Furlan. I need the absolute best, industrial-grade air conditioning unit money can buy. I don't care if you have to bribe the distributor, rob a warehouse, or buy out the entire installation company. Get a crew to the estate in twenty minutes, or I'll start breaking fingers. Move."

He hung up, glanced down at your sprawling form on the floor, and let out a small, satisfied Tch before walking away.

True to his reputation, the power of mafia funding worked miracles. Within two hours, a team of professional technicians had swarmed the estate. They worked at lightning speed under Levi’s watchful glare, installing a state-of-the-art, central air conditioning system that could probably cool an entire commercial skyscraper.

By the time they left, the apartment didn't just feel cool, it felt like a refrigerator.

The white-hot, suffocating air vanished, replaced by a crisp, wintry chill. On the floor, you let out a long, blissful sigh as your body finally stopped sweating. The cool air washed over your fur, and after a while, the intense chill actually made you start to shiver. Sleepy and dazed from the sudden temperature drop, you pushed yourself up from the floor, your ears twitching as you looked around the empty living room.

"Levi?" you called out softly, rubbing your arms.

Following the source of the chill, you walked back into the bedroom. The new AC vent was blasting ice-cold air directly into the room, making it feel like a cosy winter wonderland. Right in front of the vent, Levi had rebuilt his nest. He had piled up the plush blankets, and he was sitting right in the centre, looking smug.

Your heart melted at the sight. It was the most ridiculous, adorable, and wildly extra thing he had ever done just to get a hug.

"You are unbelievable," you giggled, stepping onto the bed.

"Shut up and get in," Levi muttered, though his wolf tail gave him away, immediately starting to thump a happy beat against the mattress.

You crawled right into the nest, instantly shivering as the artificial winter air hit your back. You spooned right up against him, curling your body against his broad chest. The contrast was heavenly, the room was freezing, but Levi’s skin was a perfectly warm, comforting furnace. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.

"Thank you, Levi," you whispered softly, kissing his jaw. "You're the best mate ever. This is perfect."

Levi let out a low, deep purr of contentment, the rumbling vibration soothing your instincts instantly. He wrapped his powerful arms securely around your waist, pulling your frame tightly against his front, trapping you safely in his embrace. He shifted slightly, leaning his head down until his lips brushed your long, soft rabbit ear.

Gently, carefully, Levi opened his mouth and nipped the plush tip of your ear, holding it lightly between his teeth. It wasn't a painful bite, but a deep, instinctual wolf comfort thing, a territorial, loving gesture that meant you were his, completely safe, and precisely where you belonged.

Can I ask for a smut oneshot in modern AU when levi had an accident that caused him to be injured as what happened with him in the canon in the Zeke explosion (lost an eye and 2 fingers) and he feels that his girlfriend deserves someone better than him and thought that she's still with him after the accident out of pity but when he confronts her about what he thinks she rides him until both of them can't take anymore telling him that she'd never leave him.

Sorry if this sounds weird 🫠

Ash and Smoke

Levi x fem reader

Firefighter Levi - Modern AU

The plan had been perfectly laid out. You had the keys in your hand, a change of soft, loose clothes packed in a bag, and the hospital discharge time written on a sticky note by the fridge. You were supposed to be the one bringing Captain Levi Ackerman home.

Instead, the heavy click of the apartment front door unlocking echoed through the quiet afternoon, catching you completely off guard.

When you hurried into the hallway, your breath caught. Standing in the doorway was Battalion Chief Mike Zacharias, his massive frame practically dwarfing the hallway, his hand steadying Levi by the shoulder.

"Hey," Mike said, his voice a low, sympathetic rumble. "Brought him back in one piece."

"Mike..." You blinked, your chest tightening as your eyes immediately flew to your boyfriend. "I was just about to leave to come get him."

"He insisted on an early discharge," Mike explained gently, giving Levi’s shoulder a supportive squeeze before stepping back into the corridor. "Take care of him. Call me if you guys need anything."

You thanked Mike softly, shutting the door behind him and locking it. The sudden silence of the apartment felt incredibly heavy.

Levi hadn't looked at you yet. He stood in the entryway, his posture stiff, his shoulders hunched in a way that looked wrong on a man who usually commanded an entire station. The injuries from the warehouse explosion were stark. A clean, medical patch covered his right eye. His dominant hand was heavily bandaged, missing the pinky and ring fingers that had been caught in the blast when he threw himself over the younger rookie firefighters. Faint, healing burn scars traced up the side of his neck, disappearing under his collar.

"Levi," you breathed, stepping closer, your hands trembling with the urge to hold him. "Can I get you anything? Water? Are you hungry?"

"No," Levi muttered, his voice sounding rough, stripped of its usual sharp authority. He kept his face turned slightly away, his remaining silver eye fixed stubbornly on the floorboards. "Just need to rest."

"Why did you come home with Mike?" you asked, unable to keep the hurt and confusion out of your tone as you followed him into the living room. "I told you I was going to collect you. And... why wouldn't you let me visit you for the last two weeks? The nurses kept telling me you refused visitors."

Levi paused by the edge of the sofa, his jaw clenching tightly. He ran his uninjured hand through his dark hair, letting out a sharp, dismissive sigh. "The wounds were dangerous. Risk of infection. Because of some of the chemical burns from the warehouse, contact with the outside world couldn't really happen. It was a sterile environment protocol."

It was a blatant lie, and you both knew it. The hospital would have let his live-in girlfriend in with proper protective gear. The truth was far heavier: he simply couldn't bear the thought of you seeing him shattered, bloody, and hooked up to machines. He didn't want you to see him broken.

Choosing not to call him out on it just yet, you gently ushered him down into his favourite comfy armchair, plumping the pillows behind his back. "Well, you're home now. And you're not allowed to lift a finger."

To ease the thick tension in the room, you hurried to the kitchen counter and brought over the surprise you’ve been working on all morning. You set down a small, beautifully iced cake, a handwritten card, and a few thoughtfully wrapped gifts you had picked out to make his recovery at home easier.

"Welcome home, Captain," you said softly, leaning down to gently press a warm kiss to his unblemished cheek, though you noticed he subtly stiffened beneath your touch. "Everyone at the station has been calling nonstop. We are all so incredibly proud of you, Levi. You saved those kids."

You took his uninjured hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. "But don't you ever scare me like that again. Do you hear me? You have to stay alive, because let's face it... No one else can handle a brat like me, right? Only you can. Remember?"

You were throwing his own words back at him, a cocky, affectionate line he had muttered to you years ago after a particularly stubborn argument. You waited for the familiar, sharp smirk, the teasing roll of his eye, the soft “Tch, damn right” that usually followed.

Instead, Levi simply let out a flat, distant hum.

"Yeah. Thanks," he murmured, his single silver eye staring blankly at the colourful cake on the coffee table.

He felt completely disconnected, a hollow shell of the fiercely confident man who had left for his shift two months ago. Looking at your bright, beautiful face, and then looking down at his mutilated hand and the phantom itch of his missing eye, a suffocating wave of guilt washed over him. You were young, whole, and beautiful, and he felt like a ruined, heavy burden dumped into your lap.

You could sense the dark, toxic spiral happening behind his eyes. Your heart ached for him, but you knew Levi. If you pushed him too hard right now, he would completely lock down. He needed time to process, and he needed to open up on his own terms.

The slow-burning friction of his recovery was taking its toll. Over the next few days, the quiet sanctuary of the apartment felt less like a home and more like a battlefield where Levi was desperately fighting against his own limitations.

You had thrown yourself into taking care of him without a single complaint. You cooked his favourite meals, meticulously kept the apartment spotless, and gently helped him wash and dress in soft, comfortable clothes. Every morning and evening, you sat close to him, carefully changing the fresh white gauze over his missing eye and rewrapping the clean bandages around his mutilated hand.

Whenever you tended to his wounds, you always looked at him with the same soft, fiercely loving gaze you had always given him.

But behind his single, hyper-vigilant silver eye, Levi’s mind was twisting that love into something ugly. He didn't believe it anymore. Every tender touch, every gentle smile, and every plate of food you set down in front of him felt like a heavy weight on his fractured pride. He was convinced it was all pity. He truly believed you were only staying out of a sense of obligation because the local news was calling him a hero for saving those rookie firefighters.

"I can do it myself," Levi muttered sharply on the fourth afternoon, his voice tight with frustration as he tried to button a clean flannel shirt with his uninjured left hand.

His bandaged, three-fingered dominant hand twitched uselessly against his thigh. He was sweating from the sheer, exhausting effort of a task that used to take him five seconds, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his neck were straining.

"Levi, let me," you said softly, stepping into his space and reaching out to take over the buttons. "I don't mind."

"I said I've got it," he growled, flinching back from your touch as if your warm fingers burned him. He managed to force one button through the loop, his chest heaving with a mixture of rage and deep humiliation.

You looked up at him, your heart aching at the pure agony swirling in his gaze. Gently, you placed your hands over his shoulders, trying to ground him. "Levi, look at me. I love you. It's okay to need a little help every now and then. You don't have to prove anything to me."

Your words were meant to comfort him, but to his corrupted thoughts, it sounded like a confirmation of his worst fears. 'It's okay to need help because you're broken now. Because you're half the man you used to be.'

"Tch. Whatever," Levi whispered, completely checking out.

He stopped fighting you, dropping his hands to his sides and letting you finish buttoning his shirt. But as your fingers worked diligently against his chest, Levi just continued to sink further and further internally. He felt like a charity case in his own home, staring blankly over your head as the toxic certainty grew in his chest: you deserved someone whole, and he was nothing but a pity project.

The tension that had been festering for days finally reached its absolute boiling point on a humid, heavy night.

You were in the small, steamed-up bathroom, helping Levi right after his shower. He stood there completely naked, his muscular body glistening with water droplets, but the sight of him was heartbreaking. The jagged, fresh scar tracing over his missing eye and the stark white bandages wrapping his hand were reminders of the blast. As you gently reached out with a soft towel to help him dry off, you looked at him with that same fierce, unwavering devotion.

Levi stared down at you with his single eye, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck pulsed. The sight of you, so beautiful, so whole, so tirelessly catering to his every need, completely broke his remaining composure. He couldn't take the suffocating weight of his own perceived uselessness for another second.

"Stop it," he snapped suddenly.

Before you could react, Levi placed his uninjured left palm against your shoulder and shoved you back. It wasn't with his full, terrifying strength, but the sudden, desperate force of it caught you off guard. You stumbled backwards, your lower back bumping hard against the ceramic edge of the sink counter with a sharp, dull ache that you knew would leave a nasty bruise tomorrow.

A sharp gasp left your lips.

The sound seemed to snap Levi out of his spiral. His single eye widened, a sudden panic flashing across his features as he looked from your face down to where you were gripping the counter. He didn't ever want to hurt you. His entire life, his entire purpose as a Fire Captain, was to protect people, to protect you, to save you from the horrors of the world. And now, he had become the threat.

"Damn it," Levi rasped, his voice cracking as he masked his panic with a wall of cold, aggressive rage. He took a step back, fists clenching at his sides. "Get out."

You blinked, steadying yourself against the sink. "Levi—"

"I said get out!" he barked. "Pack your things and leave me. Go find a hotel, go to a friend's house, I don't care. Just pack your shit and get the fuck out of this apartment."

You didn't move. You didn't cry, and you didn't run. Instead, you took a deep, steadying breath. You knew this was it, the moment the dam finally broke, the vital threshold where he was going to lay bare every dark, toxic thing rotting in his head and heart.

"I'm not leaving you, Levi," you said, your voice calm, solid. "I will never leave you."

"Why the fuck not?!" Levi roared, his chest heaving as tears of frustration and grief finally pricked the corner of his eye. "Look at me! Look at what’s left of me! You're only here because you pity me, because the news called me a fucking hero. I don't want your charity! You deserve someone better than this. Someone whole. Not some broken-down firefighter who can barely function, who can't even button his own goddamn shirt without sweating through it!"

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart break into a million pieces. You didn't wait for him to push you away again. You stepped forward, closing the distance between his trembling, rigid frame and your own.

Gently, you grabbed the large bath towel from the rack. Levi watched you through a daze of angry, sorrowful tears as you stepped right into his space, unfazed by his outburst. With slow, deliberate movements, you wrapped the heavy towel securely around his waist, tucking it in. The moment your warm hands brushed against his bare skin, a shiver rippled through his entire body, the heavy emotion making him tremble beneath your touch.

You leaned in, cupping his unblemished cheek with one hand while your other hand slid up to rest over his racing heart, feeling the frantic thud against his ribs.

"Listen to me, Levi Ackerman," you whispered, forcing him to look directly into your eyes. "I love you. Deeply. I don't give a damn about what the news says, and I don't give a damn about pity. You are my whole world. Do you honestly think some little scars and a couple of missing fingers are going to change my heart? I fell in love with you, your soul, your stubbornness, and the way you protect everyone around you. I'm in this for life, Levi. If there is no you, then there is no one for me. Period."

The unconditional certainty in your voice finally shattered the last of his armour. Levi’s breath hitched, a broken, choked sound escaping his throat as his eyes filled. The dam broke, and all the love he had been trying to suppress came pouring out of him like an uncontainable flood.

“I love you... god, I love you so much,” he choked out, his uninjured hand burying itself in the back of your hair as he pulled you against his chest. He held you so tightly it was almost bruising, burying his face in your shoulder. “You’re my everything. My whole world. I adore you so much, brat... please. I don't want you to leave. I really don't. I'm just so terrified that I'm not enough for you anymore.”

He was trembling against you, the fierce, independent Captain completely undone by the simple realisation that he was still wanted.

“I'm so glad you want me,” he whispered against your neck, his lips brushing your skin. “I’ll work hard. I’ll do the physical therapy, I’ll adapt. I’ll work until I’m the best version of myself for you.”

You squeezed his back, shaking your head against his shoulder. “Levi, stop. I don't need you to work for it. Just being you is all I have ever wanted. You don't have to try to be perfect for me, because you already are.”

Levi pulled back just enough to look at you, his single silver eye shining with an overwhelming adoration. He leaned down, pressing a soft, trembling kiss to your lips. It started lightly, a hesitant question, but as you melted into him, his confidence surged, turning deeper, hungrier, and desperate.

Whimpering into the kiss, you slowly began to guide him out of the steamed bathroom, your hands sliding along his warm chest as you backed into the bedroom. You guided him down until his knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he sank back onto the sheets, looking up at you with a gaze so beautifully exposed, so deeply in love, it made your chest ache.

Standing at the foot of the bed, you didn't say a word. You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside, followed quickly by your bra and underwear. You stood before him completely bare.

“Look at me, Levi,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire. “See how much I crave you. See what you do to me. My body burns for you. My nipples are peaking, my pussy is so wet and aching just for the feel of you. You are the only man I want.”

A soft gasp tore from Levi's lips, his eye wide with awe as his gaze travelled over every inch of your naked form. The insecurity evaporated, replaced by a primal worship. He reached out with his uninjured hand, his long fingers trembling slightly as he traced up your thigh, over your hip, until his palm cupped your breast. His thumb lazily brushed over your tight, peaked nipple, a low groan vibrating in his throat.

His bandaged hand came up to gently caress the soft folds of your core, his knuckles dipping into your slick heat, mapping out exactly how dripping wet you were for him. Levi leaned forward, burying his face against your warm stomach, pressing a hot, desperate kiss into your skin as he blindly mumbled your name against your flesh like a prayer.

You knelt onto the mattress, moving deliberately until you were straddling his lap, your knees framing his heavy thighs. Levi looked up at you with a breathless intensity, his chest heaving as you reached forward, tangling your fingers into his dark, damp hair.

"Take the towel off, Levi," you whispered, your voice a commanding, soft thread of desire.

His single silver eye never left yours as his uninjured hand reached down, unlatching the tucked fabric. He opened the heavy towel, letting it fall away to fully free his thick, rigid length. His erect cock sprang free, heavy and weeping with clear fluid, pulsing with a desperate need to finally be enveloped by you.

"Look into my eyes," you murmured, your hands tightening slightly in his hair. "Look at me while I take you."

Levi’s gaze locked onto yours, completely stripped of his usual defensive armour. Keeping your eyes fixed on his, you slowly, deliberately began to lower your hips onto his throbbing crown. A broken hiss tore from Levi's lips as you sank down, every single inch of his thick shaft stretching your slick, tight walls to their absolute limit as he filled you to your core. It was a perfect fit, a seamless locking together of your bodies that made you let out a breathless, whimpering cry.

The exact second he was fully encased inside your soaking warmth, a wave of relief washed over the bed. In that sweet, suspended moment, you both felt safe, secure, and loved. Every lingering doubt, every toxic worry about his injuries, and every trace of his internal guilt completely faded away into the quiet warmth of the bedroom.

Leaning down, you pressed your lips against his, capturing his mouth in a soft, reassuring kiss before your hips began to move. You lifted yourself up and slid back down his length in a slow, rhythmic pace, riding him with a tender, unhurried passion.

"Touch me, Levi," you breathed against his lips, your words turning into a needy sigh as his thick shaft slid deeply inside you again. "Hold me."

A low rumble vibrated in Levi's chest. He didn't hesitate; his powerful arms wrapped around your waist, his uninjured left hand sliding down to firmly grip the soft weight of your behind, anchoring you into his pelvis. His bandaged dominant hand came up to rest against the base of your spine, but the tips of his remaining fingers drifted lower, pressing gently against the very edge of your aching pussy right where his thick cock was sliding in and out of you.

The sudden, blunt pressure of his fingers right against your entrance made your internal muscles clamp down hard around him, a shiver of pure bliss ripping up your spine.

Levi let out a heavy, ragged groan, his head snapping back slightly as he felt your slick walls squeeze his shaft. He absolutely loved the sensation, feeling his rigid length sliding smoothly in and out of your soaking, dripping wet pussy, surrounded by the scent of your shared skin and the clean remnants of the shower. The initial hesitation was completely gone. Reaching up, he captured your mouth again, kissing you with a profound, sweet love that was heavily laced with a deep, desperate hunger. You rode him in that perfect, loving rhythm, both of you completely lost in the pure joy of enjoying each other’s bodies, reminding him exactly who he belonged to.

You leaned down, burying your face in the crook of his neck as your hips kept up that agonisingly deep, steady rhythm on his lap. The friction was building a heavy, white-hot ache in your core, making your voice shake as you mumbled against his warm skin.

“I love you so much, Levi...” you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked against him. “You’re mine. You’re my whole world, and I am never, ever leaving you. Do you hear me? Never.”

A broken, beautifully undone sound tore from Levi's throat. Hearing those words while completely buried inside your soaking warmth finally washed away the last of the ghosts in his head. His powerful arms squeezed you even tighter against his chest, his hips lifting slightly to drive his thick length all the way up into your core, sealing your bodies together with a desperate, heavy intensity.

“I’m yours,” he rasped back, his voice thick with raw emotion as he pressed a string of fierce, adoring kisses along your jawline. “God, I’m yours, brat. I love you so damn much. I won’t leave you either... I'm staying right here. For life.”

The certainty in his voice felt like a sacred vow in the quiet bedroom, the two of you completely locked together as you rode out the beautiful, rising tide of your shared love

Spotless

Levi x fem reader

Living in the Underground meant constantly looking over your shoulder, but your small room was the one exception. Tucked away in a quiet alley, it was a private sanctuary that Levi had personally helped you secure. He’d reinforced the locks, boarded up the weak spots, and made sure the rival gangs knew that touching this specific threshold meant a death sentence.

You paid for it with your own hard work. In a place as filthy as the slums, a good laundress was worth her weight in gold, and you were the absolute best. In fact, that was exactly how you had met the notorious thug in the first place; he had been so particular about his clothes, and you were the only one who could get the grime out to his impossibly high standards.

Tonight, you were focused on your work. The room smelled of cheap soap, clean water, and steam as you leaned over a massive tub, scrubbing a heavy linen sheet. You weren't expecting company.

Suddenly, a heavy, muffled thud echoed from the roof directly above your head.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Panic flared in your chest. You froze, your wet hands dripping onto the floorboards as you listened closely. Footsteps slid down the tiles toward your window.

Thinking fast, you armed yourself with a heavy, empty wooden bucket you weren't using, gripping the handle tight as you hurried over to the window. Through the cracks in the wooden shutters, you saw the gleam of a steel blade flicking the latch up. The wooden covers burst open, followed by the glass window sliding upward.

The exact second a dark, familiar silhouette began to climb over the sill, you let out a fierce cry and swung the wooden bucket with all your might.

Crack!

A strong, calloused hand shot out with lightning speed, catching the rim of the bucket mid-swing. Before you could even blink, a powerful arm wrapped around your waist, ruthlessly yanking your front against a broad chest.

"Tch. Calm down, brat. It's just me," a smooth, gravelly voice rumbled in your ear.

Levi stepped fully into the room, knocking the bucket out of your hand so it clattered uselessly to the floor. His silver eyes gleamed with an amused, dark affection as he looked down at your panting form. He let out a low chuckle, his thumb gently stroking your hip through your apron. "Good girl. Nice reflexes. I'm glad to see you're actually paying attention to your surroundings."

You let out a dramatic pout, huffing as you tried to steady your racing heart. "You absolutely terrified me, Levi! There were no plans made for you to come over tonight. I could have broken your nose."

"You could try," Levi teased softly, a rare, faint smile playing on his thin lips.

You pulled out of his embrace, rolling your eyes playfully as you turned right back to your workstation. "Well, since you're alive, I have to finish this batch before the water gets cold."

Levi didn't complain. He quietly turned around, latching the glass window shut and securing the wooden covers to block out the damp Underground air and any prying eyes. Turning back to the room, he unbuckled his harness and kicked off his heavy, mud-stained leather boots.

He walked over to where you were sitting on a low wooden stool, leaning over the washbasin. Without a word, Levi dropped to his knees right behind you.

The heat of his frame pressed against your back, his broad chest keeping you in place. You gasped softly as his large, warm hands slid down the length of your bare arms, his fingers tracing a path through the soapy bubbles coating your skin. He leaned his jaw against your shoulder, his dark hair brushing your neck as his hands covered yours in the water.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today," Levi murmured, his deep voice vibrating right into your shoulder blades, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "The street was loud, the jobs were messy... I needed to see my girl."

"Levi," you breathed, a heat rising to your cheeks as his hands began to move yours, mimicking the scrubbing motion against the linen, his thumbs lazily stroking your wrists under the warm water. "I can't focus if you're holding me like this."

"Tch. What are you talking about?" Levi whispered against your skin, his lips brushing the sensitive column of your neck in a teasing, slow caress that made your core throb. "I'm helping you work, brat. Keep scrubbing."

You let out a shaky gasp as Levi’s hands suddenly abandoned the washbasin. The water splashed softly back into the tub as his large, calloused hand slid up your chest, his long fingers slipping easily past the damp collar of your dress.

When his warm palm cupped your bare breast, kneading the soft weight of you with a heavy, possessive touch, your spine went completely straight.

"L-Levi..." you whimpered, your fingers clenching into the wet linen sheet.

"I told you to keep working, brat," Levi murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register. He didn't give you a chance to argue, leaning forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He began to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin right where your shoulder met your throat, his sharp teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver.

While his top hand kept up its torturous, worshipful massage of your breast, pinning your nipple between his fingers, his other hand moved with agonising slowness.

His calloused fingers slid up the hem of your dress, gliding over your bare thigh. The contrast of his cold, street-hardened hand against your smooth skin made your breath catch in your throat. He pushed further up, his fingers brushing past the edge of your undergarments until he found the slick, aching centre of your heat.

You let out a loud moan, your head falling back against his solid shoulder.

"Ah, look at you," Levi growled against your skin, a pleased chuckle vibrating in his chest as his fingers instantly became coated in your sweet, dripping wetness. He began to stroke you, his thumb finding your sensitive bundle and rubbing it with a ruthless, expert friction. "So wet for me already. But you're stopping. Did I tell you that you could stop scrubbing?"

"I can't—Levi, please, it's too much," you stammered, your eyes rolling back as the dual sensation of his mouth on your neck and his fingers driving into your core sent waves of pure electricity straight to your stomach.

"You can," Levi commanded softly, his hand inside your dress stretching you open, pushing a finger deep inside your tight walls while his thumb kept up a relentless pace on the outside. He watched with an obsessive, dark fascination as your trembling hands tried to grip the linen sheet in the tub, as you tried to force your body to mimic the scrubbing motion.

For Levi, this was pure heaven. Sitting on the floor of your secure, clean little room, inhaling the scent of fresh soap mixed with the intoxicating, musky sweetness of your arousal. Worshipping the only woman he loved most in the world, completely dominating her body while watching her keep his high standards of cleanliness.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a spell as he drove a second finger into your soaking warmth, his hips shifting behind you as his own rigid length throbbed hard against your lower back. "Keep scrubbing that linen for me, sweetheart. Let me take care of the rest."

Determined to please him, you forced your trembling hands to keep moving, desperately trying to scrub the linen sheet through the warm, sudsy water. But with his fingers buried so deeply inside your soaking core, your body naturally betrayed your focus.

Your hips began to roll on the wooden stool, instinctively rocking back against his hand to meet the rhythmic friction of his thumb.

"Look at you," Levi growled, his breath hot against your ear as he felt you pressing your weight into his touch. "Trying so damn hard to be good for me. Keep moving those hands, brat. Show me how well you can clean while I make you scream."

A breathless moan tore from your lips. The sensory overload, the smell of the clean soap, the heavy warmth of his chest pinned against your back, and the relentless, expert pace of his fingers stretching you inside, was completely breaking your mind. You tried to focus on the white fabric under your hands, but every time you pushed the cloth forward, Levi drove his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot until your toes curled tightly against the floorboards.

"That's it, sweetheart. Right there," Levi murmured, his tone shifting into a deeply affectionate praise that made your heart swell just as much as your core. "You’re doing so good for me. So beautiful."

The praise was the final tipping point. The coil of tension in your stomach snapped, and a wave of white-hot pleasure ripped through your body.

With a loud cry, your hands completely gave out. You dropped the wet linen back into the washbasin with a heavy splash, your fingers instantly flying backwards to grab tightly onto his forearm. You clung to his strong wrist like a lifeline, completely abandoning the chores as your internal muscles clamped down hard around his buried fingers in a massive, crushing orgasm.

Levi let out a low, victorious grunt, holding you securely against his chest as your body shuddered against him. He didn't pull away; instead, he kept his fingers perfectly still inside your pulsing warmth, letting you ride out every single wave of the intense, pure pleasure he was giving you.

He leaned forward, burying his face in your damp hair and pressing a possessive kiss to the side of your neck, completely satisfied with the beautiful, ruined mess he’d made of his favourite laundress.

As the intense aftershocks of your orgasm finally began to fade into a warm, lazy buzz, Levi slowly withdrew his wet fingers from your dress. He let out a low, satisfied hum, his chest still rumbling against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"See? I told you that you could do both," he murmured, his voice thick with a smug, affectionate warmth. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze. "Good girl. You cleaned that linen perfectly."

A playful, wicked spark ignited in your chest. You took a slow, deep breath to steady your voice, a cheeky smile spreading across your lips as you tilted your head back to look at him.

"Well," you purred softly, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "There's actually something else I'm very good at cleaning, Levi."

Levi’s dark eyebrows shot up, a flicker of genuine curiosity crossing his sharp features. "Oh? And what’s that, brat?"

Instead of answering, you confidently slid off the wooden stool, your wet hands completely forgotten as you turned around to face him fully. You smoothed down your dress, stepped right up to where he was kneeling, and pointed a commanding finger toward your small, neatly made bed.

"Go sit on the bed," you demanded.

Levi stared up at you for a heartbeat, completely stunned by your sudden boldness. A chuckle rumbled in his throat. He liked this side of you, fierce, confident, and unafraid of him. "Tch. Out of line, aren't we?" he teased, but he didn't hesitate. He stood up, his tall, muscular frame moving gracefully across the small room as he did exactly as he was told, sinking back against your mattress and bracing his hands behind him.

You didn't waste a single second. You walked over to the edge of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, your knees sinking into the soft blankets as you slowly closed the distance between you.

Levi tracked your every movement with a heavy, unblinking intensity, his eyes dark with a mixture of curiosity and building desire. "Alright, sweetheart," he rasped, his jaw clenching as you crawled right between his wide-open thighs. "What exactly are you up to?"

You reached out, your fingers sliding down his stomach to the waistband of his dark trousers. With a smooth, deliberate tug, you freed his hard, heavy length from his clothes, letting his thick, fully aroused cock spring free into the warm air of the room. It was already weeping a bead of clear fluid, pulsing with a fierce, desperate need.

"Like I said," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes as your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his shaft. "I'm going to clean you up."

Levi’s breath caught completely in his throat, his knuckles turning white where he was gripping the sheets.

Before he could even utter a protest, you leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss right to the throbbing head of his cock. A broken groan tore from Levi's lips, his head snapping back against the wall as your tongue darted out, lazily licking up the length of his shaft, tasting him fully before you parted your lips and tightly sucked him into the hot, wet heaven of your mouth.

Levi let out a long, ragged hiss as your mouth closed tightly around him, the incredible heat and suction instantly threatening to shatter what little composure he had left. His hands shot forward, his long fingers tangling deeply into your hair, not to pull you away, but to anchor himself to the bliss of what you were doing to him.

"Ah... fuck, sweetheart," Levi groaned, his head snapping back against the wall again, his eyes tightly shut as his hips gave a small, involuntary twitch into your mouth.

He let you keep going, determined to savour every single second of the exquisite torture. He felt the slick, wet slide of your mouth against his thick shaft, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, and the sweet, muffled noises you made as you took him as deep as you could. His heart was hammering against his ribs, his whole body turning rigid as you worshipped him with a fierce, cheeky dedication.

For a man who lived in the filth and chaos of the Underground, having you on your knees on the bed, completely focused on giving him pleasure, was a luxury he never took for granted. He opened his eyes, looking down through his lashes at the sight of you, his chest heaving.

But as your pace quickened and the friction became too intense, Levi reached his absolute limit.

"Wait—stop, brat, hold on," he rasped. He gently but firmly gripped your hair, pulling your mouth away from his pulsing length just as a thick bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip.

You looked up at him, your lips wet, your eyes hazy with desire as you let out a needy whine.

"Not there," Levi panted, his thumbs coming down to wipe a smear of saliva from the corner of your mouth before he cupped your face. His eyes were burning with a dark, primal intensity. "As much as I love this... that's not where my cum belongs. I want to be inside your pussy. You know that's my favourite fucking place to be."

He leaned down, pressing a hard, breathless kiss to your lips, tasting himself on your tongue before he gripped your hips and flipped you effortlessly onto your back beneath him.

"My seed is meant for your core, sweetheart," Levi growled as he parted your thighs, aligning his heavy, throbbing cock right against your soaking entrance. "I'm going to fill you up so deep you won't forget who you belong to."

With a swift, breathless movement, Levi hovered over you on the mattress, his heavy thighs framing your hips. He didn't even take the time to fully strip you out of your garments; instead, his large, shaking hands reached down, sweeping the fabric of your dress upward and pulling your panties firmly to the side to expose your glistening, freshly sensitive entrance. He aligned his thick, throbbing length against you, and with a slow, deliberate tilt of his hips, he pushed all the way into you in one smooth, deep stroke.

A gasp caught in your throat, your eyes widening as he stretched you to your absolute limit. This wasn't the frantic, high-adrenaline pacing of a quick coupling, nor was it the sharp, dominant teasing he had used on the stool. The moment his rigid shaft was fully encased by your tight, soaking walls, Levi’s entire demeanour shifted. He let out a low, broken groan that sounded entirely needy, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his chest pressed flat against yours.

He reached down, his long, calloused fingers searching for yours on the mattress, instantly lacing them together and pinning your hands securely beside your head. He held your fingers in a desperate grip as he began to move. His thrusts were incredibly deep, slow, and devastatingly passionate. Every single slide of his hips was a thorough profession of love, his large body trembling with a rare, raw vulnerability that he only ever allowed you to see.

“You’re so tight... fuck, sweetheart,” Levi rasped against your skin, his voice cracked and thick with an overwhelming emotion. He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes liquid and dark, completely stripped of his usual cold authority. He was kissing you between words, his lips soft, lazy, and devoted. “I missed you so fucking much today. Look at me... let me see you.”

You rocked your hips upward to meet his heavy, deep descents, your tangled fingers squeezing his back as the intense friction began to coil the heat right back into your stomach. He was making love to you with a fierce, unrelenting endurance, intentionally slowing his pace whenever he felt himself getting too close to the edge, determined to prolong this perfect, quiet sanctuary for as long as humanly possible.

“I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Levi murmured, his jaw clenching as he drove into you again, hitting that perfect inner spot that made your thighs tremor. His gaze was obsessive, fixed completely on your face as your expressions shifted from breathless daze to pure ecstasy. “I want to watch you come undone for me again. I want my cock to be the only thing you feel, the only thing that makes you scream.”

The sheer, beautiful weight of his devotion was overwhelming. As he kept up that deep, needy rhythm, your walls began to contract around him. You let out a shattered cry, your head tossing back against the pillows as your second, massive orgasm tore through you. Levi let out a growl at the exquisite sensation of your tight walls squeezing him, finally letting go of his own tight restraint as he drove into you one last, deepest time, letting his hot, thick seed explode completely inside his favourite place in the world.

As the thick, hot pulses of his seed finally slowed inside your core, Levi let out a long, ragged exhale, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his racing pulse gradually began to settle. The heavy, intense tension completely melted away, leaving behind just the man who loved you more than life itself.

Slowly, Levi pulled back, his silver eyes incredibly soft as he looked down at your dazed face. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a series of slow, lazy, and deeply affectionate kisses, tasting the sweet soap and vanilla on your skin.

He slid his arms under your body, lifting you effortlessly to pull you against his chest in a tight, protective cuddle. Levi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose warmly nuzzling your cheek and jawline as his chest rumbled against yours.

"I missed you so much today, brat," he mumbled against your skin, his voice dropping into a warm, sleepy register that was meant for your ears alone. "Every damn hour I was out there, I just wanted to be back here with you."

You smiled softly through your hazy afterglow, your fingers tangling in his hair as you hugged him right back. "I missed you, too, Levi. So much."

With a gentle hum, Levi finally tucked his soft length away from your soaking core. He carefully reached down to smooth your dress back into place and move your panties over, making sure you were completely comfortable before he slid onto his side on the mattress right next to you.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his hand reaching up to gently cup your face. His thumb slowly stroked your cheekbone, his thumb catching a stray tear of pure pleasure and wiping it away with a tenderness no one else in the world would ever believe he possessed.

He stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze burning with a quiet devotion.

"I love you," Levi murmured, his voice incredibly steady and full of promise. He looked around your small, cramped room in the slums, his jaw clenching slightly with determination. "I’m going to get us out of here. I'm going to give you a better life above ground, sweetheart. A real life."

He leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his thumb tracing your lip. "A cottage. Clean air. Land where you can grow whatever you want, where the laundry smells like actual sunshine. Marriage... and a family. A real family, just for us. I'm going to give you all of it."

Your heart completely swelled at his words, the beautiful promise of a bright future washing over you in the quiet of the room. You slid your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest as the two of you held each other tightly, completely secure in the safe, beautiful promise of the life you were building together.

The Colour of Peace

Levi x fem reader - Mafia

In Levi’s line of work, televisions served very specific purposes: monitoring security feeds, tracking the news for potential police interference, or checking the weather before planning a hit. The concept of sitting down in front of a screen just to watch moving, colourful drawings sing, and talk was alien to him.

Growing up in the brutal, cutthroat underground of the mafia, Levi hadn't had a childhood. He hadn't played with toys, he hadn't watched Saturday morning programs, and he certainly didn't know who Walt Disney was. His early years had been a relentless, exhausting masterclass in survival.

But tonight, the ruthless, hyper-vigilant underboss of the Ackerman crime family was sitting on a soft sofa, enveloped in a giant, fluffy fleece blanket, staring intensely at a bright television screen.

He had only agreed to this because of you. He knew how much you loved these old animated films, and frankly, Levi would endure a shootout with a rival family if it meant he got to see you this relaxed and happy.

"Tch. So, the bird is his advisor, but the hyenas are working with the exiled brother?" Levi muttered, his silver eyes narrowed as he analysed the screen with the gravity of a man planning a tactical turf war. He took a single piece of popcorn from the bowl in your lap, inspecting it briefly for any imperfections before popping it into his mouth. "The pride leader’s security protocol is severely lacking if his brother can just plot a coup right under his nose."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his broad, muscular shoulder. "Levi, it's just a cartoon. You don't have to analyse the pride's political hierarchy. Just enjoy the music."

He grunted, but his arm automatically came around your waist, his scarred hand resting protectively over your hip. He liked the warmth of you against him. In his world, peace was a luxury bought with blood, but in this living room, with the dim lights and the soft blanket, it felt free.

The movie progressed, and Levi found himself quietly drawn into the colourful animation. But as the screen shifted to a canyon, a sudden rumble of a wildebeest stampede filled the speakers.

Levi’s posture instantly went rigid. His mafia instincts flared, his eyes widening slightly as the high-stakes drama unfolded. He watched Mufasa throw himself into the chaos to save his son, only to be thrown down the cliff by his treacherous brother.

Then, the dust settled.

The screen became quiet, bathed in an eerie, sombre grey. Levi watched as the little lion cub, Simba, trotted into the canyon, calling out for his father. The cub approached the unmoving body of the king, nudging his nose against his massive paw, desperately begging him to wake up, to come home.

Beside you, Levi’s breathing hitched.

The air in the room grew heavy, thick with a sudden, suffocating grief. You looked up and felt your heart completely break. Levi, the big, tough, terrifying mafia boss who didn't blink at the sight of a loaded gun, was staring at the screen with an expression of raw, agonising vulnerability. His jaw was trembling, a glassy, heartbreaking sheen overtaking his silver eyes.

He was completely triggered. He wasn't seeing a cartoon lion anymore. In his mind, he was back in that dark, filthy room in the underground, a starving, helpless little boy looking at the cold, unmoving body of the only person who had ever loved him. He knew exactly what it felt like to beg someone to wake up, to feel the horrifying realisation that they never would, and to be left alone in a dangerous, cruel world.

On the screen, Scar slunk out of the dust, immediately twisting the knife and blaming the traumatised child for his father's death. “If it weren't for you, he’d still be alive.”

A low, shattered sound escaped Levi’s throat, a choked-up noise that sounded so heavy with pain it made your eyes sting with tears. He watched Simba run away, terrified and broken.

"Levi," you whispered softly, instantly twisting your body on the sofa to face him. You threw the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. "Oh, honey, look at me."

Levi didn't look away from the screen for a second, his chest heaving as a single, silent tear finally escaped his lashes, tracking down his scarred cheek. "He... he blamed the kid," Levi rasped, his voice thick. "He was just a kid. He had no one left. No one to protect him."

"I know, sweetie, I know," you murmured, pulling his face into the crook of your neck, burying your fingers in his dark hair. You held him tightly, pressing sweet, reassuring kisses to his temple as his muscular frame shuddered against you. "It's okay. You're safe now. You aren't that helpless little boy anymore. I've got you."

The dam broke. Levi wrapped his massive, powerful arms around you, pulling you onto his lap and squeezing you against his chest. He buried his face in your hair, his hands clutching at your clothes as if he were holding onto his entire universe.

He held you so tightly you could barely breathe, but you didn't care, letting him anchor himself to your warmth.

Slowly, the vulnerability began to shift, hardening back into that fierce, protective mafia king you knew so well. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his silver gaze burning with an obsessive, fiercely protective light.

"I am nothing like that king," Levi growled out, his thumbs wiping away his own tears before fiercely cupping your face. "And I will never be like that cub. I will kill everyone who dares to even look at you the wrong way. I’ll burn this entire city to ash before I ever let anyone take you from me."

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged, his heart slamming against his ribs. "You are my perfect love. My only peace. I would never let you die so easily, and I sure as hell will never leave you alone. You're stuck with me forever."

You smiled through your own tears, your heart swelling at his devotion. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, pulling him down for a deep, comforting kiss. "I know, Levi. I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

Levi let out a content grunt, his grip loosening just enough to let you relax against him. He pulled the fluffy fleece blanket back over both of your bodies, holding you against his chest as the cartoon continued to play in the background, completely secure in the safe, beautiful life the two of you were building together.

Bound to the strongest

Levi x fem reader

Alpha Levi and Omega reader, fated mates. Smut with some lore and plot.

Read more added as I realised it's very long when the smut starts.

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The Captain’s office in the Scout Regiment headquarters was thick with tension. Levi paced in his heavy leather boots, clicking against the floor. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed in his temple.

His Alpha scent, usually a controlled, crisp blend of expensive black tea and sharp cedarwood, was currently bitter and burning with an aggressive, defensive edge.

"I said no, Erwin," Levi snarled, stopping in front of the massive oak desk where the Commander sat quietly reviewing papers. "I don't care what the corrupt pigs in the military district decreed. I am a soldier, not a breeding stud. I'm not playing their games."

The high command had officially ordered that humanity’s strongest weapon be assigned a registered Omega. But they weren't just trying to keep him stable; they were desperate for an Ackerman heir. They wanted to secure his lethal, bloodline-awakened genetics for the future of the walls before he could be lost on an expedition.

To Levi, the entire concept turned his stomach. He remembered the underground. He remembered his mother, Kuchel, and how she had been used, degraded, and discarded by dominant Alphas who viewed her as nothing but a commodity. Levi had vowed he would live in peace. He would never exploit an Omega, and he sure as hell wasn't going to share his home with someone he didn't know or care about just to provide the military with a biological weapon.

Erwin set his pen down, his blue eyes calm and understanding as he looked up at his spiralling Captain.

"I understand your feelings, Levi. Better than anyone," Erwin said softly, his voice steady, grounding. "And if I could have fought the council on this, I would have. But the mandate for an heir is set. What I could do, however, was ensure the choice of your partner was mine. I ask that you just give the Omega a chance."

Levi let out a dark, mocking click of his tongue. "Tch. You think a pretty face is going to change my mind?"

"I don't know what you prefer looks-wise, Levi, but I think she is lovely," Erwin countered gently, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "She isn't like the spoiled Omegas of the interior. She's a nurse from the medical corps. She’s incredibly kind, caring, and sweet-natured, but she works harder than anyone I've seen. She’s gentle, Levi. I chose her because I know she fits you."

Levi looked away, staring out the window at the muddy courtyard, his chest heaving. Before he could voice another objection, a soft, tentative knock echoed against the heavy wooden door.

Erwin stood up. "That will be her. Be civil, Levi."

Erwin walked over and opened the door. You stood in the hallway, your hands nervously twisting the hem of your standard scout jacket. You were breathing softly, your wide, anxious eyes looking up at the massive Commander before shifting into the dim room.

The absolute second you stepped over the threshold, the world completely stopped.

A shockwave of pure biological energy slammed into the room. It felt like a physical bolt of lightning had struck Levi’s spine. His Alpha scent didn't just flare; it exploded.

Your Omega scent, a devastatingly intoxicating blend of sweet vanilla and wild winter berries, flooded the office. It didn't just smell good; it called out to Levi’s soul. It was a perfect, ancient biological lock-and-key. The Fated Mate bond, a phenomenon so rare it was spoken of only in myths.

Levi’s silver eyes turned instantly pitch-black, his pupils blown out with a primal, feral hunger. His Alpha instincts roared to life, demanding he claim, protect, and consume the woman who had just walked through his door.

You let out a small, breathless gasp, your knees buckling slightly as his heavy, thick cedarwood scent crashed over you. Your Omega core wept instantly, your body recognising him as your ultimate, fated protector.

Erwin stepped backwards, but he didn't leave the office just yet. As a Commander who calculated every variable, he recognised the sheer gravity of the shift in the room. The air was thick enough to choke a normal man, vibrating with the raw, heavy frequency of two fated souls locking together.

With practised calmness, Erwin stepped past a completely frozen, wide-eyed Levi and walked over to the desk. He pulled a set of official military documents from his leather portfolio, setting them down precisely on the dark wood.

"Step inside, please," Erwin said gently, his blue eyes warm as he guided your trembling form toward the desk, keeping himself positioned as a neutral shield between your anxious energy and Levi's overwhelming aura.

You walked forward on unstable legs, your bare hands twisting the fabric of your uniform. Levi’s eyes followed your every step, his jaw tight, his chest heaving as his cedarwood and black tea scent continued to roll over you in suffocating waves.

"Your safety and well-being are my absolute priority," Erwin began, his voice low and grounding as he looked down at you. "Before anything is signed, you must understand the reality of this arrangement. Levi is an Alpha, but because of his awakened Ackerman bloodline, his instincts, his strength, and his possessiveness are vastly more powerful than any standard Alpha within the walls. He is lethal."

You swallowed hard, looking from Erwin to the dark-haired Captain standing a few feet away.

"Your role here is to be his partner, to provide a stable anchor for his instincts, and eventually, to carry the Ackerman line," Erwin explained thoroughly. "But you are not a prisoner. If you need anything at all, any emotional support, specialised medical care from the corps, or if you simply feel overwhelmed, you come directly to me. I will personally ensure you are supplied with everything you need."

A low, menacing rumble vibrated from deep within Levi’s chest.

"Tch. Shut your damn mouth, Erwin," Levi snapped, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. He took a predatory step forward, his silver eyes flashing with a possessive fury. The raw Ackerman dominance bled through his words. "You think I need you to protect what’s mine? I would never hurt her. She is my priority now. If anyone touches a single hair on her head, including the military council, I’ll tear them apart myself."

The intensity of his vow sent a shiver straight down your spine. Levi closed the remaining distance between you, his intense, dark gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out his large, calloused hand, his long fingers lightly brushing against the back of your trembling hand.

The moment his skin met yours, a jolt of pure, blinding electricity shot through your body.

You let out a sharp, breathless gasp, your entire frame flinching as a sudden, devastating fire bloomed in your lower stomach. The fated bond violently reacted to the physical contact, your Omega core instantly opening up, sending you rushing straight into a sudden, slick heat just from the phantom weight of his touch. The scent of vanilla and wild winter berries in the room turned agonisingly sweet, dripping with invitation.

"I-I will do my best," you stammered, your voice trembling as you tried to find your breath amidst the sudden, overwhelming warmth pulsing between your thighs. "I'll communicate... everything. I promise."

Erwin nodded slowly, a look of satisfaction passing over his features as he slid the document and a fountain pen toward you. "Sign here to legalise the bond under the Scout Regiment's protection. Promise to be open, gentle, and caring with one another."

With shaking fingers, you signed your name, officially binding your soul to the strongest soldier in the walls.

Erwin took the paper, tapping it neatly against the desk. He looked up, noticing that Levi hadn't broken eye contact with you for a single fraction of a second. The Captain was completely consumed, staring at your flushed face and the dark, dazed look in your eyes with an unshakeable, obsessive hunger.

A knowing, subtle smile tugged at Erwin's lips as he gathered his portfolio. "Well, seeing as the paperwork is handled... I suggest you two go on a date. Take some time together, get out of the headquarters, or simply get acquainted in private. The Captain's schedule is completely cleared for the next week."

With a respectful nod, Erwin turned and walked out of the office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him, leaving you entirely at the mercy of your fated Alpha.

The air in the office grew twice as thick, heavy with the suffocating weight of Levi's dark, possessive desires. You could feel the sheer magnetism of his Alpha aura pulling at your soul, demanding you submit, demanding you let go.

Panic and pleasure warred in your chest. You tried everything to hold back your soaring Omega desires, your fingers curling into tight fists. You forced your eyes up, only to find Levi watching you with a terrifying, unblinking intensity. He was already moving, his lean, muscular frame slowly invading your personal space. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him, and you knew that he wanted to invade your space completely.

You gulped hard, your throat tight, and stammered out the first thought that came to your dazed mind. "I-Is this your o-office?"

Levi didn't speak. He simply nodded, his sharp silver eyes locking onto your trembling lips as he took another slow, predatory step closer.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. You stumbled back from him. "It's nice," you whispered, trying to fill the heavy silence as you kept backing up, the solid wall getting closer and closer. "It's clean. It's cosy."

Suddenly, your shoulder blades hit the wall. Your back was flat against the wall, there was nowhere else to run, and Levi just kept coming until his shadow completely swallowed you. Shaking, you managed to mumble your name. "It's... It's nice to meet you, Levi."

A low, dark shadow of a smirk passed over his lips. Levi reached out, leaning his heavy forearm against the wall right beside your head, trapping you entirely between his body and the wall. His other hand, large, warm, and tatted, slid down, his fingers running up the sensitive outside of your thigh. He gripped you securely, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip, and ruthlessly pressed his heavy pelvis flush against yours.

Then, he leaned into your ear and let out a deep, possessive Alpha purr, growling your name against your skin.

That was the absolute last straw. Hearing your name tumble from his lips in that rumbling vibration completely broke you. Your internal walls gave out, and your heat flooded you in a sudden, soaking wave of vanilla and berries.

"Absolute pleasure to meet you," Levi murmured, his gravelly voice thick with hunger.

He leaned in, kissing you lightly at first. It was a soft, testing press of his lips, a gentle exploration to gauge the fated connection, but the moment your mouths fused, a spark of pure electricity ignited between you. The taste of you sent Levi's own rut into absolute overdrive. He smelled the sudden, agonisingly sweet spike of your heat, heard the tiny, needy whimper that escaped your throat, and his control snapped. You were clinging to his shoulders now, your body practically weeping for him, needing your fated mate to claim you before you fell apart completely.

Levi groaned, his kiss turning rough, desperate, and fiercely possessive. His tongue slipped past your lips, deep and demanding, claiming your mouth while his hips ground ruthlessly against yours, pinning your aching centre against the rigid hardness of his trousers.

With shaky hands, you pulled at his clothes, your fingers clumsy as you started unbuttoning his uniform shirt. You pulled your mouth away from his, gasping for air, which only caused Levi to drop his head, burying his face in your neck. He kissed and bit his way down your throat, his sharp teeth scraping over your sensitive skin until he got dangerously close to your scent gland, your bonding spot.

"Levi... my Alpha... my mate, please," you moaned, your head falling back against the wall as your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Levi didn't hesitate. With a feral, deep growl, he bit down on your bonding mark. His sharp canines pierced the skin, clamping hard, and the intoxicating rush of the mating connection locked your souls together for life. A heavy wave of pure euphoria washed through you.

Levi pulled back, his chest heaving as his eyes burned pitch-black. Without a word, his hands ripped into your uniform, tearing the scout jacket, your shirt, and his own clothes to absolute pieces, throwing the scraps carelessly to the floor.

He let out a growl against your lips. "Mate. My Mate. Mark me."

You looked at his own unmarked neck, his collarbone broad and muscular. Shyly, weakly, your Omega instincts guiding your movements, you leaned forward and bit down onto his bonding mark. Levi growled in pure delight at being claimed by you, his heavy arms tightening around you.

You pulled back, your face flushed as you whispered shyly, "Mine... my mate."

"Tch. Damn right," Levi muttered. In one swift, impatient movement, he ripped his boxers off and tore your panties and bra away, leaving the two of you completely naked in the warm light of the office.

Levi stepped back just an inch, his dark gaze raking over your naked body. You were so soft, so beautifully curved, and completely flushed with a heat that was meant only for him. "I need you, mate," he rasped, his voice raw. "I need to mate with you, knot you, breed you."

Your eyes instinctively drifted down, and your breath caught in your throat.

His cock was thick, massive, and throbbing with a lazy, heavy urgency, the unmistakable, intimidating size of an awakened Ackerman Alpha. Your heart raced, a sudden wave of heat rushing to your cheeks. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was far bigger than you had ever expected. Even though you knew your bodies were fated and that he was made to fit you perfectly, the sheer size of him made you squeeze your thighs together slightly in a sudden bout of shyness. You knew that when he finally came inside you, his Alpha knot was going to swell even larger, locking you to him.

Levi noticed your sudden hesitation. He reached up, his thumb and forefinger gently catching your chin, lifting your head so you had to meet his gaze. His silver eyes were no longer feral; they were melting with a protective adoration.

He leaned down, peppering your face, your cheeks, and your eyelids with soft, sweet kisses.

"Hey. Look at me, brat," Levi murmured, his gravelly voice incredibly gentle as his large hand stroked your hip, soothing your anxiety. "I promise I'm going to be gentle. I'm going to care for you, and I am not going to hurt you. This mating... it isn't about me. It's all about you. I want you to cum over and over until you feel nothing but pleasure. Trust your mate."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the fierce, unconditional love of humanity's strongest Alpha, and your thighs slowly parted for him, your heart completely at peace.

The smirk that pulled at Levi’s lips was sharp, but his silver eyes were completely warm, dark with an ancient, possessive satisfaction as he watched your thighs slowly yield to him. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against your ear as he let out a deep, rumbling purr.

"Good girl."

Hearing the heavy Alpha praise made a violent shiver rip straight down your spine. The intimacy of it was overwhelming, causing you to shyly turn your head away, a soft, breathless "Mm" escaping your throat as your cheeks burned.

Levi let out a chuckle. With effortless Ackerman strength, he hooked his large hands under your thighs and lifted you high against the wall. The broad, throbbing tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your slick, weeping entrance, the friction alone making your toes curl. He didn't rush. Instead, he leaned forward, his wet tongue lazily licking and swirling against your aching, sensitive nipples, pulling the tight buds into his mouth.

As he tasted you, Levi slowly, deliberately lowered your weight down onto his thick shaft.

A loud gasp tore from your lips. Each slow, heavy inch of him stretched your walls to their absolute limit, filling the aching void inside you so completely that the fire of your heat burned white-hot. But just as he had promised, there was no pain. Your bodies were ancient cosmic locks, perfectly designed for one another, and as you sank all the way, your internal muscles instinctively clamped around him in a tight, soaking embrace. You were in pure heaven, your inner Omega howling in absolute, primal delight.

Levi dragged his tongue up your throat, swallowing your breathless cries as you finally took all of him. The feeling of your incredibly hot, tight, and dripping wet pussy walls wrapping around his length like a vice was driving the Captain completely insane. When his cock was fully inside you, the broad tip pressing firmly against your cervix, ready to claim it, to fill it with his seed and create his heir, his pelvis ground ruthlessly against your swollen pussy lips.

Levi’s control snapped entirely.

His large hands gripped your waist and hip with a bruising, desperate intensity, locking you in place as he began to pound up into you with a fierce, unrelenting pace.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, your legs locking around his waist as you dragged your nails hard across the hard, scarred muscles of his bare back. You moaned and howled in pure pleasure, the heavy smack of his hips against yours echoing loudly in the quiet office. Levi was giving you everything you had ever wanted and needed, his deep, driving thrusts hitting your G-spot with every single rise of his hips.

Levi was in a state of blissful, feral heaven. The lonely, brutal world he had grown up in vanished. He was finally one with his fated mate, breeding you, deepening the life-long bond, and cementing your souls together forever in the quiet sanctuary of his hearth.

The intensity of the pleasure became too much to bear, and you completely caved in on Levi. Your strength faded, and you hid your face in the warm crook of his neck, your hot, rapid breath puffing directly against the fresh bonding mark you had just given him.

The moment Levi felt your lips panting right on the wound that connected your souls, a tremor ran through his muscular body. His grip on your hips tightened to a bruising hold. A desperate whine, like a wolf begging its mate for total surrender, tore from his throat. He nudged his neck against your mouth, silently asking you to bite him again, to claim him harder while he possessed you.

Answering his primal call, you weakly opened your mouth and bit down on his mark just the way he wanted, tasting the metallic hint of his blood on your tongue.

Levi let out a triumphant growl. The second bite drove his instincts over the edge, and he began pounding into you so incredibly fast that your mind completely emptied. You couldn't think; you couldn't comprehend a single thing. The obscene, wet noises of his thick cock slamming ruthlessly into your soaking wet, swollen pussy, which was aching and weeping to be bred by its fated mate, soon faded into the background. All you were, in that moment, was a helpless ball of pure, blinding pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back before you finally closed them tightly. Dragging your lips away from his neck, you moaned directly against Levi’s ear. The broken, needy sounds getting louder and higher in pitch until your body finally crashed, hard.

You cried out, a shattered wail echoing off the walls as your legs shook violently, your internal muscles clamping down on his length as you came harder than you ever had in your entire life. The rhythmic, crushing throbs of your release pulsed tightly around his shaft, feeding your inner Omega's desperate hunger to be filled.

Even through his own blinding haze of desire, Levi immediately stilled his hips, his protective instincts overriding his urge to keep driving. He needed to check on his girl.

"Mate?" he rasped, his voice thick with concern.