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Levi x fem reader

The office of the Ackerman estate was a fortress of dark mahogany, plush leather, and bulletproof glass. Behind the massive desk sat Levi, an underboss who ruled the city’s concrete jungle with a terrifying, calculated cruelty. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular, tatted forearms as he aggressively reviewed a ledger of shipping manifests.

And right across from him, tucked comfortably into a matching leather armchair with your legs draped over the armrest, was you.

Levi was obsessive. To call him a yandere was a massive understatement. The man couldn't function if you weren't in his immediate line of sight. If you left the room for more than ten minutes, his men were mobilised, tracking your phone, and securing a perimeter around you. But you didn't mind. Honestly, you loved his company just as much, and being spoiled rotten by an incredibly handsome, dangerously powerful mobster had some serious perks.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. It was your best friend, and you were currently giving her the weekly update.

Bestie: Girl, I still cannot believe you are dating a literal godfather. Is it scary??

You: not at all lmao. He's literally a giant romantic teddy bear to me. He bought me a diamond tennis bracelet yesterday just because I said the word 'shiny.' He spoils me way too much.

Bestie: omg stop 😩 meanwhile my ex texted me to ask for half the price of a McDonald's meal. ugh. Hey... does Levi have any single friends? asking for a friend (the friend is me).

You giggled softly, the sound cutting through the quiet scratches of Levi's fountain pen.

At the sound of your laugh, Levi’s head immediately snapped up. His sharp silver eyes locked onto your face, his protective radar instantly pinging. "What's funny, cara?"

"Oh, nothing," you smiled, looking up from your screen. "Just texting my best friend."

Levi's phone on the desk suddenly rang. He clicked his tongue, answering it with a sharp, irritated sigh. "Yeah. What?" He listened for a second, and your friend's text about single men crossed your mind. You actually didn't know much about his inner circle; he kept his work very quiet to protect you.

On the phone, Levi's face suddenly contorted into fury. The guy from the docks had clearly messed up a shipment.

"Che cazzo fai?!" Levi suddenly snarled into the receiver, his voice dropping into that smooth Italian accent that always made a shiver of pure lust go straight up your spine. "Ti ho detto cento volte come fare! Sei un imbecille! Fixed it by tonight, or I will personally make sure you become fish bait. Capisce?"

He slammed the phone down on the cradle, muttering a string of colourful Italian curses under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. God, it was incredibly sexy when he got angry.

You cleared your throat, decided to seize the moment. "Hey, Levi?"

He instantly softened, his mob-boss persona melting away as he looked at you. "Yeah, sweetheart? You need something? You want me to buy you that car we saw online? I can call the dealership right now."

"No, no, I'm fine," you laughed. "I was just wondering... do you have any single friends?"

The office went dead silent.

The pen in Levi’s hand froze. His face went blank, his eyes widening slightly as the words processed in his brain. The terrifying underboss suddenly looked like a kicked puppy. He slowly set the pen down, his chest heaving as a full-blown yandere spiral began to take root in his mind.

"Single friends?" Levi repeated, his voice dropping into a quiet, dramatic register. "Why are you asking me that? Why do you want to know about single men?"

"Levi, I was just—"

"Non è abbastanza?" he burst out, leaning over his desk, his hands gripping the mahogany so hard his knuckles turned white. "Am I not good enough for you anymore? Have I not been spoiling you? Tell me what I did wrong! Did I buy the wrong bracelet? Did the chef mess up your breakfast? Tell me what you want, principessa, I will buy the whole damn city for you! I need you to feel loved and adored, you can't leave me—"

You burst out into a loud, uncontrollable fit of laughter, clutching your stomach as you watched this ruthless criminal mastermind completely lose his mind over a simple question. "Levi! Oh my god, stop, shut up for a second!"

Levi froze, looking bewildered and a little offended by your laughter. "Why are you laughing? I'm having a crisis here."

"I'm asking for my friend!" you gasped out, wiping a tear from your eye. "My friend is single, and she wanted to know if you had anyone available!"

Levi’s dramatic aura instantly shifted. The panicked boyfriend vanished, replaced instantly by the dark, protective, terrifying mobster. His eyes narrowed into icy slits. "What friend? What's his name?"

"Levi—"

"I don't care who he is," Levi growled, reaching into his desk drawer where his Glock was tucked away. "If some bastard is trying to use your friend to get close to you, or if he's even looked in your direction, he's a dead man. I know places in the pine barrens where nobody will ever find him. I can make him disappear by dinner time."

"Levi, it's a girl!" you yelled, laughing so hard your ribs ached. "It's a girl! My best friend! She's a girl!"

Levi stopped dead in his tracks, his hand freezing on the handle of his firearm.

He blinked once. Twice.

Slowly, he let go of the gun and slid the drawer shut. He cleared his throat, sitting back in his leather chair. A faint, dark pink blush crept up his neck and flooded his cheeks as he realised how completely ridiculous he had just been. He adjusted his collar, looking anywhere but at you.

"Tch," he muttered, crossing his arms and looking out the window to hide his red face. "You should have specified that from the beginning, brat. Don't play with my heart like that."

You smirked, leaning forward. "So... do you have anyone for her?"

Levi rolled his shoulders, finally looking back at you, the blush still faintly dusting his cheeks. "Yeah. Actually, I do. Erwin's been keeping tabs on her social media for a month now. He's too chicken to make a move. Tell your little friend to expect a very expensive delivery at her apartment tomorrow morning."

You grinned, your fingers flying across the screen to deliver the unbelievable news.

You: Good news, girl. Levi didn't murder anyone, and he actually has the perfect guy for you. His right-hand man, Erwin.

Bestie: omg wait, the blonde guy you mentioned before?? The one who looks like a literal commander but handles the syndicate's legal fronts?!

You: yep! big, blonde, cunning as hell, and he's covered in tattoos under his button-downs. Apparently, he's already been quietly checking you out.

Bestie: IM SCREAMING 😭😭 tell Levi I will literally bake him a tray of cannoli. Tell Erwin to call me right now!!

You let out a soft laugh, completely absorbed in the screen as you typed back a teasing reply. "Thank you, Levi. You really are wonderful when you aren't threatening to bury people in the woods."

Silence answered you.

You looked up from your screen, only to find Levi’s chair empty. Before you could even register where he had gone, a shadow fell over your armchair. Levi stood right at the edge of your seat, his crisp shirt slightly unbuttoned, his silver eyes dark and intensely focused on you. The embarrassment from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a sudden heat.

"You're paying too much attention to that plastic piece of shit," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl.

Without waiting for an invitation, Levi stepped closer, parting your knees and sliding his hands firmly up your bare legs. His warm, calloused palms smoothed over your thighs, the friction sending a sudden, delicious shiver straight up your spine. He leaned down, his mouth instantly captured yours.

He didn't give you a chance to object. While his lips swamped yours in a deep, burning kiss, his hand reached down, his fingers locking around your wrist and smoothly prying the phone from your grip.

With a careless flick of his wrist, he tossed the phone backwards. It skittered loudly across the polished mahogany of his desk, completely forgotten.

"Levi—" you gasped into his mouth, but the word was cut short as his fingers glided up to wrap lightly around the front of your neck. He didn't squeeze, but the firm, warm pressure of his palm against your throat was incredibly grounding, tilting your head back at the perfect angle.

"Mia," he growled against your lips, his deep Italian accent bleeding back into his voice as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue parted your lips with a greedy stroke, completely claiming your mouth and swallowing your soft, needy sighs. His body shifted to crowd you completely into the leather chair, reminding you exactly who you belonged to. Your friend’s dating life was officially a problem for tomorrow; right now, the underboss demanded your full, undivided attention.

Hidden curriculum

Levi x fem reader

It was near the end of the afternoon lecture, and the lecture hall was alive with the hum of the 104th squad happily debating a complex ethical dilemma. It was all going beautifully; you leaned against the podium with a proud smile, watching Eren aggressively argue a point while Armin calmly dismantled it with pure logic.

The door at the back of the hall clicked open, and a sudden, collective hush fell over the front rows.

Professor Levi Ackerman walked down the tiered steps, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, a leather folder under his arm. He looked exactly like what he was, the university’s most brilliant and terrifying criminology professor. He didn't spare a glance at the students, his sharp eyes locking instantly onto you.

The students tried to keep their conversations going, but the volume dropped significantly. The 104th prided themselves on being amateur detectives, and whenever Professor Ackerman crossed the hall to the ethics department, their collective radar went off.

Levi stopped right beside your podium, his scent instantly wrapping around you.

"How are they doing?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that was meant for your ears only, though a few students in the front row definitely leaned in.

You smiled up at him, keeping your posture completely professional. "Great. A few questionable things have been mentioned during the debate. I'd like to hope they were said in a jokey way."

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the room, his gaze lingering on Eren, who suddenly looked very interested in his notebook. "If any of these brats are showing sociopathic tendencies, let me know. I'll drop them from my criminal profiling seminar."

"They're just passionate, Levi," you chuckled softly, keeping your voice low. "No need to build a case file on them yet."

"Tch. I'm keeping an eye on them," he muttered. Then, his sharp gaze softened as his eyes swept over your face. He took a subtle step closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours behind the safety of the podium. "You look pale. Did you skip lunch to grade those midterms?"

"I had an apple," you whispered defensively.

Levi let out a quiet, irritated click of his tongue. "An apple isn't a meal. Your lecture ends in five minutes. Pack up your things. I'm driving you to that café down the street, and you’re going to sit there and eat a proper sandwich while I finish my syllabus."

From the third row, Sasha nudged Connie hard in the ribs, pointing a subtle finger at the way Professor Ackerman was hovering over your desk, practically shielding you from the rest of the room. Jean leaned over to whisper to Marco, "Look at him. He looks like a guard dog. They are definitely sleeping together."

Unaware of the silent gossip circle in the tier above, you gave Levi a reassuring look. "Alright, alright. Just let me dismiss them first."

Levi gave a single nod, stepping back just a fraction to let you take the podium, though his hand briefly brushed against the small of your back. "Don't take too long. The car is already warmed up."

"Alright, that’s all for today," you announced, raising your voice over the chatter. "Make sure to read chapter four before Thursday's lecture, and please, keep your ethical dilemmas strictly theoretical until then."

A wave of groans and rustling backpacks filled the room as the students began to filter out. Sasha practically sprinted out the door, likely heading straight for the cafeteria, while Armin, Eren, and Mikasa trailed out near the back of the pack, still quietly whispering among themselves.

Levi stood near the door, arms crossed, watching them leave like a warden checking cells. The moment the door finally clicked shut behind the last student, the rigid, professional tension completely melted out of his shoulders.

"Finally," he muttered, turning the lock on the inside of the door with a sharp click.

You laughed, stacking your lecture notes. "Levi, we're still on campus. Anyone could—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Levi crossed the distance between you in three long strides. He didn't say a word. He simply gripped your waist, his large hands anchoring into your hips, and lifted you back until your spine met the cool, solid brick wall beside the chalkboard.

A soft, breathless gasp escaped your lips as his heavy, warm body pressed completely against yours, trapping you between his frame and the wall.

"You talk too much, Professor," Levi growled.

His mouth crashed onto yours before you could reply.

It wasn't a gentle, polite colleague kiss. It was deep, desperate, and intensely passionate, the culmination of having to pretend he didn't want to bend you over his desk for the last two hours. Levi’s tongue parted your lips with a possessive swipe, driving deep into your mouth as he swallowed your soft, muffled whimpers. His fingers tangled into your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access, while his other hand slid down to grip your thigh, pulling it up around his hip to bring your core flush against his rigid erection.

You were entirely consumed by him, your hands clawing at the fabric of his sharp dress shirt, completely forgetting where you were.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, Jean stopped dead in his tracks, slapping his pockets. "Shit. I left my laptop charger under the desk."

"Are you an idiot?" Eren scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just grab it tomorrow."

"No way, I need it for the criminology paper due at midnight," Jean groaned, turning on his heel. "Come on, come back with me."

Eren, Armin, and Mikasa begrudgingly followed Jean back down the corridor. Jean grabbed the handle of the lecture hall door and gave it a firm push. Because the lock was old and the door hadn't fully latched when Levi turned it, the mechanism gave way with a loud, echoing creak.

"Hey, Professor, sorry to bother you, but I left my—" Jean’s voice died in his throat.

The four students froze in the doorway, their jaws dropping in unison.

Right there, against the classroom wall, Professor Levi Ackerman had the Ethics professor pinned so hard her heels were barely touching the floor. Levi's shirt was wrinkled, his tie was completely askew, and his hand was buried deep in your hair as your mouths were fused together.

At the sound of the door, you both snapped your heads around. Your face flushed, your hands freezing on Levi's chest as you tried to smooth down your skirt in pure panic.

Levi, however, didn't drop his arm from your waist. He slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing into an icy, murderous glare that could have stopped a man's heart. The lazy, passionate heat in his expression vanished, replaced by the terrifying aura of a man who knew exactly how to make a body disappear.

The silence in the lecture hall was absolutely deafening.

Jean looked like he was about to faint. Eren’s eyes were wide as saucers, Armin was blushing furiously and looking at the floor, and Mikasa just blinked, entirely unsurprised.

"Did I... hear someone say they wanted a failing grade on their midterms?" Levi asked.

"N-No, sir!" Jean squeaked, his voice cracking horribly. He didn't even look for his charger. He grabbed Eren and Armin by their collars and began frantically backing out of the room. "Wrong room! So sorry! We saw nothing!"

With a frantic scramble, the students slammed the door shut, their running footsteps echoing down the hallway like a stampede.

You buried your flaming face into Levi's chest, letting out a weak, panicked groan. "Oh my god. Levi. They saw us. Everyone is going to know by tomorrow morning."

Levi let out a low, irritated click of his tongue, but his arms only tightened around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. A dark, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned down to press a hot kiss right beneath your ear.

"Let them talk," he murmured against your skin, his thumb caressing your hip. "At least now the whole department knows exactly who you belong to. Now, where were we?"

Beneath the Surface

Levi x fem reader

For the first six months of your relationship, you had kept Levi at arm's length.

It hadn't been easy, especially since you had been close friends for over a year before he finally pulled you into his space and told you that he was done waiting for you to realise you belonged with him. You loved him fiercely. But every time his fingers lingered near the hem of your long-sleeved shirts, or whenever the room temperature rose and made your skin prickle, you would gently pull away, offering a tight smile or changing the subject.

You hadn’t kissed properly yet. You hadn’t spent the night. Levi, who prided himself on reading people instantly, was baffled by the wall you had built. He knew you loved him; he could see it in the way you took care of him, the way you looked at him, but the physical distance was driving a quiet, frustrating wedge between you.

He didn't understand that you were terrified.

You had suffered from eczema your entire life. During a bad flare-up, your skin turned raw, bright red, and angry, covered in rough patches that made you feel ugly. Because Levi was meticulous about cleanliness and order, your anxiety had convinced you that the moment he saw the scaling, damaged skin on your torso, thighs, and arms, he would find you repulsive.

Tonight, the summer heat had triggered the worst flare-up you’d had in years.

You were sitting on the bathroom floor of his apartment, the door locked, clad only in a loose tank top and shorts. The itch was a living, breathing monster beneath your skin. It was maddening. Your fingernails had worked at the soft skin of your inner elbows and forearms, scratching until the angry red patches split open.

Click.

The sound of the front door unlocking sent a jolt of pure panic straight through your chest. Levi was home early.

"Hey," his deep, gravelly voice echoed through the quiet apartment. Footsteps followed, heavy and deliberate, heading straight for the bathroom light. "You in there?"

"L-Levi, don't come in!" you gasped, your voice cracking with emotion as you frantically pulled your knees to your chest, trying to wrap your arms around yourself to hide the bleeding tracks on your skin. "Just give me a minute, please."

The doorknob rattled. Levi didn't listen. He never did when he detected a note of distress in your voice. The lock clicked open. He always kept the emergency key on his ring, and the door swung wide.

Levi stood with his jacket slung over one arm, his tie loosened. His eyes took in the scene in a fraction of a second: the tear-stained track on your cheeks, the bloody scratches lining your arms, and the raw, inflamed patches of skin you were desperately trying to cover up.

"Get away from me," you sobbed, burying your face in your knees, your shoulders shaking. "Please, Levi, just look away. Don't look at me. I'm ugly, it's disgusting, just leave me alone."

The room went silent, save for the sound of your ragged breathing. You braced yourself for the rejection, for the quiet sigh of disappointment.

Instead, the heavy leather of his jacket hit the floor.

Levi dropped to his knees right in front of you. He didn't hesitate. His large, warm hands reached out, his fingers gentle as they wrapped around your wrists, slowly pulling your arms away from your body so you couldn't scratch anymore.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

You kept your eyes tightly shut, hot tears leaking past your lashes. "Levi, please—"

"I said, look at me."

Slowly, you forced your eyes open. Levi wasn't looking at your skin with disgust. There was only a deep, aching pool of concern and a quiet, simmering anger directed entirely at the pain you were in.

"Is this why?" he asked, his voice dropping into a gentle rumble. He carefully turned your forearms over, his eyes tracking the raw, bleeding lines. His thumb brushed the untouched skin just millimetres away from the flare-up, his touch lighter than a feather. "Is this why you've been keeping me away from you? Why you won't let me touch you?"

You nodded. "Look at it. It's horrible. You like everything so clean, and my body is just... it's broken, Levi. I didn't want you to think I was deformed."

Levi let out a heavy breath, his jaw tightening. "You stupid, stubborn brat," he murmured, but there was no heat in the words. He reached up, his palm cupping your tear-stained cheek, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. "You think I give a shit about a medical flare-up? I've seen the worst things this world has to offer. You think some irritated skin is going to make me walk away from the only woman I've ever wanted?"

He stood up smoothly, reaching into his medicine cabinet. He grabbed a clean, damp washcloth and a bottle of specialised, unscented healing cream, something you realised, with a shock of realisation, he must have bought weeks ago, having noticed your quiet scratching in the past.

He knelt back down, taking your arm in his lap. Levi used the damp cloth to gently dab away the blood from your scratches, his movements steadier and more careful than a surgeon's. He blew softly on the raw skin as he worked, his cool breath soothing the burning heat of the inflammation.

"It's not disgusting," he muttered, his eyes locking onto yours as he unscrewed the cream. "It's just skin. And it hurts you, which means I hate it. But I don't hate you. You're the most beautiful thing in this entire miserable city, and if you think a few red marks change that, you're losing your mind."

He squeezed a dollop of the thick cream onto his palms, rubbing his hands together to warm it before he applied it to your skin. He didn't flinch. He smoothed the ointment over your arms, your collarbone, and the raw patches on your thighs with long, slow, worshipful strokes. The cool cream instantly began to dull the maddening itch, but it was the steady, grounding weight of his hands that truly calmed the storm inside you.

When he was done, he didn't pull away. He leaned forward, his lips finally meeting yours in a deep, slow, and incredibly sweet kiss. It was everything you had been depriving yourself of, warm, possessive, and thick with a year's worth of built-up devotion.

You let out a soft hum into his mouth, your hands gently coming up to rest on his shoulders, careful not to get grease on his shirt.

Levi pulled back just an inch, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his breathing a little heavier now. "I want you," he whispered, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "All of you. Let me show you exactly how beautiful you are."

He carefully lifted you off the floor, carrying you into the dimly lit bedroom. He lay you down on the soft sheets, slipping off his shoes and shirt before joining you. He didn't rush. He knew your skin was sensitive, so every movement was deliberate and protective.

Levi slowly removed your shorts and tank top, exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. You braced yourself to shrink away, but Levi immediately came down over you, his heavy body aligning with yours, his hands sliding under your lower back to pull you against him.

"Perfect," he growled against your neck, his lips pressing a hot, lingering kiss, making a shiver of pure pleasure ripple down your spine. "Every single inch of you is mine."

He freed his cock from his trousers, thick and fully erect, pulsing with a lazy, heavy urgency. He guided his broad tip to your wet, aching entrance. He sank into you with a slow, agonisingly deep plunge, his silver eyes locked entirely on yours as his full length pushed inside your tight, slick heat.

A loud, breathless gasp tore from your throat, your fingers curling into the muscles of his upper arms as the sheer, overwhelming fullness of him stretched your walls.

"Levi... oh god," you whimpered, your hips lifting instinctively to take him deeper.

"I've got you," he rasped, his jaw clenching as your tight pussy clenched around him in a desperate embrace. He began to move, his hips rolling at a slow pace. He kept his chest pressed flat against yours, his hands threading through your fingers, pinning your hands to the mattress so you couldn't scratch yourself.

The intimacy was intoxicating. With every slow, heavy thrust, Levi hit your G-spot, his mouth on yours to catch your soft, high-pitched moans. He made love to you with a sweet, possessive intensity, his tongue tangling with yours while his hips delivered a steady, relentless pleasure that gradually wiped every single insecurity from your mind.

You weren't thinking about your skin anymore. You were only thinking about the heat of his body, the deep, gravelly sounds leaving his chest, and the friction of your bodies fusing together.

"You're so beautiful," Levi muttered obsessively between kisses, his pace gradually quickening as the friction built toward a boiling point. "So tight... fuck, look at me, sweetheart."

You blinked through a haze of tears, meeting his fierce, devoted gaze. The pleasure coiled tightly in your lower stomach, snapping just a second later. With a sharp cry, your body shattered, your internal walls convulsing around his thick shaft in waves.

Watching your face completely unravel beneath him was the final straw for Levi’s control. He let out a low, guttural groan, driving himself deep into your core a few more times before his entire body went rigid. He ejaculated deep inside your womb, his hot seed bursting into you in heavy, thick pulses that made your thighs tremble.

He didn't pull out when it was over. Levi collapsed gently over your chest, keeping his weight supported on his elbows so he didn't crush you, but keeping his body as close as humanly possible. He buried his face in your hair, his chest heaving as his breathing gradually slowed.

He reached down, his fingers gently smoothing the cream over your forearms once more, his touch filled with a quiet, lifetime promise.

"Don't ever hide from me again," he murmured against your temple, his voice a warm, protective shield in the dark. "I love you. Every fucking part of you."

I'm actually so embarrassed requesting for this but can you make a smut oneshot when postwar levi celebrates his girlfriend's birthday?

My birthday is in two weeks and I feel so horny right now so I came here asking for it lol

Just make it super filthy with multiple positions and orgasms 🫣 with levi being sweet and hot at the same time 💗🤏🏻

Happy Birthday! Sorry if I've missed it, I have a fair few requests before this one. So, I'm super sorry if I missed the date. I hope that this is good enough.

Birthday morning

Levi x fem reader

"Happy birthday to you..." Levi softly sang, his voice deep, gravelly, and vibrating with warmth that made your chest ache. It was a rare, private treasure, a voice he only ever used when the rest of the world was locked outside.

You hummed a gentle, sleepy laugh, shifting under the heavy quilt. "I feel very spoiled."

Levi shuffled closer to you in the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He didn't let the morning cold settle between you; instead, he hovered over your side, his lips pressing slow, deliberate kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.

"I have a lot planned for you today," he murmured against your skin, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw.

"Well, I don't want much," you gasped softly, your breath hitching as his warm hand glided up the inside of your thigh. "Where is that hand going, Captain?"

He didn't answer with words. He kissed his way down to your chest, his mouth leaving a trail of burning heat. "I want my darling girlfriend to spend her birthday morning cumming over and over until she can't take anymore."

You opened your mouth to speak, to tease him back, but the words were stolen straight from your lungs. Levi pushed your cotton nightdress up past your waist, exposing your bare hips, and latched his mouth directly onto your breast through the thin fabric. At the same exact moment, his long fingers slipped between your thighs, his thumb finding your swollen clit.

"Y-You..." you choked out, your fingers instantly tangling in his dark, messy hair.

His breath was scorching against your skin as he pulled back just enough to look up at you. "Slap me if you don't want this."

A delicious shiver rippled down your spine, your thighs parting wider for his hand as your body tingled with anticipation. "You'd like that though."

"Tch. Cheeky brat," he muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

You arched your back, your hips instinctively rolling into his hand as he increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb circling the bud while his middle finger slid smoothly into your slick, aching heat. "Admit it, Levi."

"A little," he confessed. He dragged his tongue up the centre of your torso, tracing the valley between your breasts before leaning in close to your ear. "But I prefer spanking your ass as I fuck your pretty pussy from behind. Your face pressed into the pillow as you drool and say my name like a prayer."

The imagery made your head spin, your pussy giving a desperate squeeze around his fingers as your pleasure built rapidly toward a boiling point. "Mm... Levi."

"That's it. Let me hear it," he growled, his lips against your ear as his thumb worked against your clit, pushing you over the edge. "Only my name should be moaned on those lips."

You couldn't hold it back anymore. With a sharp cry, your body snapped. Your hips bucked against his hand as your climax ripped through you, your internal walls spasming in waves around his fingers. Levi watched you through hooded eyes, soaking in the sight of your flushed face and trembling shoulders, his thumb continuing to rub through the wet heat until the last of your tremors subsided.

You were still floating on the aftershocks of your orgasm, your breath coming in pants, when Levi suddenly shifted. He withdrew his wet fingers, making you let out a small, needy whimper at the loss of his touch.

But he wasn't done with you. Not even close.

Levi slid out of the warm bed, his bare feet hitting the floorboards. Because of his injuries, his movements were deliberate, but there was a quiet, predatory focus in the way he stood over you. He reached down, his strong hands locking around your ankles, and with one smooth yank, he dragged your body down the mattress until your hips were hanging just off the edge of the bed.

"Levi—" you gasped, your hands frantically clawing at the tangled sheets to steady yourself.

"Stay right there," he growled, his voice thick and demanding.

He didn't let you turn around. He pressed a heavy hand into the small of your back, forcing your chest flat against the mattress while your rear was left completely exposed, tilted up perfectly for him. His cock was already fully erect, thick, and leaking hot pre-cum in anticipation.

Before he entered you, Levi brought his hand down across your bare, exposed ass cheek.

Crack.

The sharp, stinging slap echoed through the quiet bedroom, leaving a bright red handprint against your skin. You let out a loud, startled gasp, your hips arching instinctively.

"Ah... fuck, you're so beautiful like this," Levi mumbled, his voice a dark, obsessive rumble near your ear as he leaned over your back. "All mine. Look how perfect you look for me."

He didn't give you time to recover from the sting. He gathered his thick head against your drenched entrance and drove his hips forward. Because he was standing firmly on the floor, he was able to plunge into you with terrifying depth, his full length burying itself inside you in one heavy, ruthless stroke.

A broken cry tore from your throat, your face buried into the pillow as his pubic bone slammed against your backside.

"Yeah, take it all," he hissed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips to anchor you as he began to pace himself. Every time he drove forward, his chest pressed hard against your back, the solid weight of him pinning you down as he ravaged you from behind.

He was relentless. Standing at the edge of the bed gave him the perfect angle to hit your G-spot with every single, driving thrust. The wet, messy friction of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with the low, guttural sounds leaving Levi's chest.

Crack.

He spanked you again, harder this time, his palm connecting with your other cheek. "You're not going anywhere today. You hear me? You're staying right here in this bed, letting me break you in. Happy birthday, sweetheart. You belong to me. Every fucking inch of you."

"Levi! Please... it's too much," you sobbed into the pillow, your head spinning from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. You were already tightening around him again, your walls convulsing as the pleasure built into a raging wildfire.

"It's not enough," he muttered obsessively, his hand moving around to the front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it while his hips continued their brutal, steady rhythm. "I'm going to make you lose your mind today. Come for me again. Let me feel how good I feel inside you."

Your body snapped, your hips bucking wildly against his thighs as a massive climax tore through you. You screamed his name into the mattress, your inner muscles gripping his thick shaft in violent, milking spasms.

Levi let out a ragged groan, his jaw clenching so hard it ached as your tight walls tried to force him over the edge. But he held himself back. He kept his hips still for a brief moment, burying himself as deeply as possible inside your twitching core, soaking in the tight, wet heat of your release without letting himself come.

As your tremors began to slow, he leaned down and bit the sensitive skin of your shoulder blade, making you whine.

"Don't get lazy on me yet, brat," he panted against your skin, a dark, wicked promise in his eyes as he slowly withdrew from your soaking heat. "We're just getting started. Turn around."

You were shivering, your thighs trembling from the weight of two back-to-back orgasms as you slowly pushed yourself up. You turned around on the mattress, your hair a messy tangle around your flushed face.

Levi didn't climb all the way back onto the bed. Instead, he sat heavily on the very edge of the mattress, his bad leg extended out straight to keep the weight off his stiff joint. His chest was heaving, his pale skin slick with sweat, and his cock was standing completely rigid and practically throbbing with the sheer effort of his restraint.

"Come here," he commanded softly, hooking his fingers into your hips and pulling you forward until you were straddling his thighs.

You crawled over him, your knees pinning his hips to the mattress as you settled over his lap. The contrast of his cool hands against your overheated, sensitive skin made you let out a soft whine. You looked down, your eyes widening slightly at the sheer size of him, glistening with the messy evidence of your previous rounds.

"Take it," Levi rasped, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb pressing firmly against your jawline to force you to look at him. "Slowly. I want to watch your face when it fills you up."

You braced your hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, lifting your hips and lining your drenched, swollen opening with his thick head. With a shaky breath, you sank down.

A gasp tore from your lips as Levi’s full length slid smoothly back inside you. Because you were vertical, the gravity allowed him to sink agonisingly deep, his thick shaft stretching your ultra-sensitive walls until you felt completely swamped by him. You kept going until you were against his pubic bone, a shuddering sigh escaping your parted lips as you collapsed your forehead against his shoulder.

"Fuck," Levi hissed, his eyes closing for a fraction of a second as your tight pussy clamped down on him like a glove. His fingers dug bruisingly deep into your waist. "You're so tight. Every single time, it feels like the first time."

He didn't let you just sit there and adjust. Levi gripped your hips, his thumbs digging into you as he began to guide your movements. "Move for me, brat. Ride it."

You began to roll your hips, lifting yourself up slightly before sinking back down onto him. The friction was unbearable. Every downward stroke forced him deeper, his thick head rubbing ruthlessly against your G-spot with a devastating accuracy that had you crying out his name into the quiet bedroom.

"Levi... oh god, Levi," you sobbed, your head falling back as you increased the pace, your movements turning frantic as the pleasure built into a tight, coiled spring in your lower stomach.

Levi’s eyes snapped open, blazing with a dangerous, obsessive hunger. He watched the way your breasts bounced with every stroke, the way your lips parted as you begged. He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your slick clit and trapping it against his thumb, rubbing it in a fast circle while you rode him.

"That's it," he panted, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned up to meet you. "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me while you take it."

You looked down at him through a blur of tears, your hips moving. The double stimulation of his deep penetration and his wicked thumb was too much. You were spinning out of control for the third time, your internal muscles clenching around him.

"I'm coming... Levi, I'm coming again," you wailed, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as your body shattered.

Your walls clamped down on him like a vice as a massive climax tore through you. You slumped against his chest, your entire body shaking as you milked him ruthlessly.

Levi let out a growl, his entire body locking up beneath you. His veins stood out along his arms and neck as he was pushed to his absolute, agonising limit. Your tight, convulsing heat was practically begging him to release, but through sheer force of will, he held it back. He didn't twitch; he just held your hips down firmly, burying his full length as deeply inside your coming pussy as possible.

He panted heavily into your hair, his heart hammering.

"Three," he murmured. He ran a wet tongue up the side of your neck, a dark, wicked chuckle vibrating in his throat. "You're doing so good for me today, sweetheart. But I'm not done with my present yet. Get off."

Your legs were weak and trembling like jelly as you slid off his lap, collapsing back onto the mattress. You lay flat on your back, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, your body completely flushed, slick with sweat, and drenched in your own arousal.

He crawled over your body, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead. He deliberately shifted his weight, leaning heavily onto his uninjured knee and bracing his forearm against the mattress to keep the painful pressure off his bad joint. The adjustment allowed him to hover completely over you, his muscular chest pressing flat against your breasts, trapping you securely beneath him.

He looked down at you, his silver eyes completely wild, dark with an intensity that bordered on worship. He was panting, his jaw clenched as his length brushed against your aching, swollen entrance.

"I can't hold back anymore," he rasped, his voice a deep, broken whisper against your lips. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you around me."

"Levi... please," you cried out softly, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him down. "Fill me up. I want you."

With a guttural growl, Levi drove his hips forward. He sank into you in one deep thrust, burying his full length to the absolute root. Because your body was completely softened and stretched from the previous rounds, his thick shaft slid in smoothly, but the sheer depth of it made you let out a whimper. Your internal walls instantly clamped around him, welcoming his heavy warmth.

"Fuck... you're so tight, sweetheart," he groaned, his eyes closing as he began to fuck you with a desperate, frantic pace.

He was a man entirely consumed by the need to be as close to you as humanly possible. Every heavy, driving thrust against your pubic bone. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips pressing hot, messy kisses to your skin, his chest grinding against yours with every single stroke. He wanted no air between your bodies. He wanted to fuse you to him.

The friction was blinding. Your pussy was so sensitive that the ruthless, steady rhythm immediately began to pull you toward a fourth, shattering climax.

"Levi... I'm going to come again," you sobbed, your fingers clawing into the muscles of his back as your hips instinctively rose to meet his thrusts.

"Come with me," Levi commanded, his voice raw and frantic. He reached down, fisting his fingers into your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to look into his blown-out eyes. "Look at me while we break. Let me feel it."

His pace turned almost frantic as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch and clamp down on his thick shaft. Your orgasm ripped through you in massive, soaking waves, your body arching completely off the mattress.

The crushing tightness of your release broke Levi completely. With a loud, ragged moan that echoed off the bedroom walls, he drove his hips forward three more times with terrifying force, locking himself deeply inside your core.

His entire body went rigid beneath you. He came deep inside your womb, his hot seed bursting into your core in heavy, thick pulses that seemed to go on forever. He held himself completely plugged inside you, his chest heaving violently against yours as he flooded you to absolute capacity, filling you until his cum began to spill out over your thighs.

He collapsed fully over you, his strength completely spent. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest as if he was still terrified you might slip away into the dark. He buried his face in your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin, his spent cock still resting deep inside your twitching, soaking body.

"Mine," he murmured, his voice a low and possessive against your collarbone as your breathing gradually slowed together in the quiet morning light. "All mine."

The Only Evidence of Life

Levi x fem reader

A rival group had breached the perimeter of your apartment, a desperate, clumsy attempt to snatch the underboss’s woman to use as leverage. They had gotten as far as zip-tying your wrists and dragging you to the service elevator before Levi and his clean-up crew intercepted them.

It hadn't been a negotiation. It had been a slaughter.

Now, the heavy door of Levi’s private quarters at the estate shut with a thud. The silence of the bedroom was deafening after the screaming and the gunfire.

You stood in the centre of the soft rug, your hands still slightly trembling, your wrists rubbed raw and red from the plastic bindings. You were unharmed, Levi had made sure of it, checking your pulse and your skin three times before you even left the scene, but the adrenaline was still pumping beneath your skin.

Levi didn't even take off his overcoat. He didn't unbuckle his leather shoulder holster. The moment the lock clicked, he moved.

He lunged, his large, scarred hands hauled you against his chest with a force that knocked the breath straight from your lungs. His fingers dug into the fabric of your blouse, clutching the material tightly. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing ragged, loud, and broken.

"Levi," you choked out, your arms instantly wrapping around his broad back, feeling the hammering of his heart against your ribs. "Levi, I'm okay. I'm here."

"Shut up," he rasped, his voice a gravelly whisper against your skin. He was shaking. The man who ruled the city’s underworld with an iron fist and a cold gaze was trembling against your collarbone. "Just... shut up. Let me hear you breathe."

He dragged his mouth up your neck, his lips hot and desperate, pressing heavy, bruising kisses along your jawline, your chin, your eyelids. He was mapping you, memorising the heat of your skin, completely consumed by the terrifying reality of how close he had come to finding a corpse instead of a living, breathing woman.

"They touched you," he growled as his hands slid down to grip your waist, pulling your hips so hard against his belt that you could feel the heavy length of his erection pressing through his trousers. "Those filthy, low-life bastards had their hands on you."

"They didn't hurt me," you mewled, tilting your head back as his mouth crashed onto yours.

The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a possessive reclamation. Levi’s tongue forced your lips open, driving deep into your mouth with a desperate greed that made your head spin. He tasted like copper, tea and mint. He invaded your mouth, swallowing your soft gasps, his hands moving over your body as if he needed to reshape you to believe you were still whole.

Without breaking the kiss, Levi used his weight to press you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You fell back together, the heavy mattress absorbing the impact as Levi came down between your thighs, his heavy body pinning you into the sheets.

He finally tore his mouth away, panting, his eyes completely blown out, the pupils so dilated they looked almost black. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes as he stared down at you with a sharp focus.

"Strip," he commanded. "Take it off. All of it. I need to see you."

Your fingers were shaking so badly you could barely manage the buttons of your blouse. Levi let out a low hiss of impatience, his large hands pushing yours away. With a single, violent jerk, he ripped the front of your shirt open, the small buttons scattering across the floor. He tore the lace of your bra down the centre, baring your chest to the cool air of the room.

The moment your breasts were exposed, Levi’s hands cupped them, his thumbs rubbing ruthlessly over your nipples. He leaned down, burying his face between the soft mounds, inhaling deeply.

"You smell like me," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "Not them. Just me."

He slid his hands down, tugging at the waistband of your skirt and panties, dragging them down your legs and tossing them over the edge of the bed until you lay completely naked beneath him. He didn't even wait to take off his own clothes properly; he simply unbuckled his holster, letting the heavy leather and his firearm clatter to the floor, before unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his cock.

It was thick, dark, and heavy with pre-cum, pulsing with a violent urgency.

Levi gripped your knees, pushing your thighs wide apart until your hips tilted up toward him. He didn't give you time to adjust. He braced his hands on either side of your head, positioned his broad tip against your soaking heat, and drove his hips forward in one massive plunge.

You let out a loud cry, your fingers clawing into the headboard as his full length filled all of you, stretching your tight walls to their absolute limit. The sheer depth of the penetration hit your G-spot instantly, sending a violent shockwave of pleasure straight up your spine.

"Fuck," Levi groaned, his eyes closing as his head fell back, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped. Your tight, wet heat clenched around him like a vice, welcoming him home with a desperate greed that matched his own. "You're so wet. So hot. Look at me, brat. Open your eyes and look at me."

You blinked through a haze of tears, meeting his fierce, possessive gaze. Levi began to fuck you with a ruthless, frantic pace. Every heavy, driving thrust sent a wet, slapping echo through the quiet bedroom. He wasn't pacing himself; he was hammering into you, his hips locking against yours with a bruising force that vibrated through your entire body.

"I'm here, Levi," you cried out, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even deeper into your core. "I'm yours. I'm alive."

"Yes," he hissed, his pace turning punishingly fast, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. He reached down, hooking his arm under your lower back to haul your torso off the mattress, forcing your chest against his heavy coat. He bit into the soft meat of your shoulder, his teeth sinking deep enough to leave a mark that would last for weeks. "Say it again. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you sobbed, the friction building to an unbearable, blinding peak. Your internal muscles began to spasm violently around his thick shaft, the first waves of your climax snapping through your body. "Levi... please... I'm coming—"

"Come for me," he growled against your ear, his hand sliding down to grip your throat, not hard enough to choke you, but just enough to ground you, his thumb resting over your racing pulse. "Let me feel it. Milk me, sweetheart. Take everything."

With a loud scream, your body shattered. Your walls clamped down on him. The tightness of your release broke Levi’s control completely. He let out a low, guttural moan, driving himself into you a few more times, deep, desperate thrusts that buried him to the absolute root, before his body went entirely rigid.

He came deep inside you, a massive, thick release of hot seed bursting into your core in heavy pulses. He held himself deep inside you, his chest heaving as he flooded you, filling you to the absolute brink until his cum began to spill out, dripping down your thighs and ruining the expensive sheets.

When the worst of the tremors finally passed, Levi didn't pull away. He collapsed over you, his heavy weight a comforting, solid shield. He kept his arm hooked securely around your waist, his face buried back in your neck, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses against your skin as your breathing gradually synced in the dark.

Celeb!Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary- Voted sexiest man alive in 2025, Satoru Gojo is the world's most eligible bachelor. The Jujutsu Kaisen star is a 3x divorcee, no kids, and is filthy rich. There were rumors a few years ago he spent his money on women, cocaine, and expensive cars, but those were just rumors, right? After attending his best friend Nanami's new series premiere, he's seen chatting with a young woman, who is ironically Nanami's wife's assistant. Will Satoru finally find love or is this just another chapter in the hopeless romantic's life?

Tags- Mild language, drug use, smut, rough sex, mentions of abuse, false allegations, semi-public sex, ten-year age gap, Satoru is 38, reader is 28, alcohol use, mentions of pregnancy, hurt and comfort, modern au, angsty asfff. MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ASF!!!!

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After that day, you learned something about Satoru: he is clingy as fuck! When you wake up in bed, your phone has over ten text messages just from him. At work, when you’re trying to lock in, you get at least twenty bouquets from him, but this time, you let them all stay in your office. During your meeting with some of the company’s partners, you notice through the window a stream of paparazzi outside and a familiar white car. Mrs. Nanami smirks into her coffee, watching the scene as you watch in horror because you already know who it is. Satoru steps out of the car with Baby wearing her bedazzled collar. 

Price of a smile

Brother and sister - platonic.

The Underground never smelled like anything other than damp earth, stale sweat, and rot. But inside the small, cramped room you shared with your older brother, it usually smelled like old paper and whatever cheap tea leaves you could scrounge together.

Tonight, you sat on the edge of the cot, the dim lantern light flickering against the cracked walls. On the rickety table sat a small, neatly wrapped brown paper package, a rare, expensive blend of black tea you had saved up for weeks to buy from a surface-merchant who had smuggled it down. You had wanted to surprise him. You just wanted to see that tiny softening around Levi's eyes that meant he was actually pleased.

Instead, your hands were shaking as you tried to dab a rag against the deep scrape on your cheek. Your dress was torn at the shoulder, revealing dark bruises where heavy fingers had dug into your skin. You had been cornered in an alley by three of the local thugs who ran the gambling dens down here. You had managed to fight your way out, kicking and screaming until you broke their grip and sprinted into the dark, but the pavement had taken a toll when they threw you down.

Hearing the heavy thud of the door opening, you panicked. You quickly pulled your hair forward to cover the side of your face and tucked your bruised arm behind your back.

"Levi," you said, forcing your voice to stay steady. "You're back early."

Levi stepped into the room, pulling off his jacket. He didn't look up immediately. "The streets are crawling with MPs tonight. It’s a waste of time to—" He paused, his eyes landing instantly on the paper package, then shifting directly to you.

He walked over, his footsteps entirely silent. "What’s that?"

"A surprise," you tried to smile. "It’s that blend from the surface. The one you mentioned last month. I wanted to give it to you."

Levi didn't look at the tea. His gaze was fixed on the tense line of your shoulders, the way you were tilting your head away from the light. "Turn around."

"Levi, just look at the tea—"

"I said turn around," he repeated.

When you didn't move, he stepped closer. His hand came out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they hooked under your chin, forcing your face up into the lantern light. The moment he saw the split lip, the scraped cheek, and the raw bruises on your shoulder, the silence in the room became absolutely lethal.

Levi didn't yell. He didn't storm out. He just went terrifyingly still. The look in his silver eyes was cold enough to freeze water.

"Who did it?" he asked, his voice a flat, quiet whisper.

"It doesn't matter, I escaped—"

"Who touched my sister?" he interrupted, his thumb brushing just beside the scrape on your cheek, his touch feather-light as if he was afraid he would break you further.

"Three men near the eastern dice dens," you whispered, a hot tear finally slipping. "They wanted the money I had for the tea. I didn't let them take it. I just wanted to make you smile, Levi. I'm sorry I messed it up."

A heavy, pained breath left Levi’s lungs. The cold, murderous aura vanished, replaced by a tenderness. He let go of your chin only to pull you forward, wrapping his arms around your trembling form and burying his face in your hair.

"You stupid brat," he murmured, his grip tight and protective. "You think I care about some dried leaves? I don't need a surprise. I need you safe."

He pulled back slightly, guiding you to sit down on the cot. He retrieved his personal medical kit, the clean cloths and the ointments he kept organised. He sat beside you, carefully dipping a clean rag into fresh water and wiping the dirt from your cheek.

"It’s going to sting," he warned softly, blowing gently on the skin as he applied the soothing ointment. He moved to your shoulder, his jaw tightening as he saw the shape of the fingerprints on your skin, but his movements remained incredibly gentle. He pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to your forehead.

"They won't ever look at you again," Levi murmured. "Furlan and I will take care of it tonight. Every single one of them."

He finished bandaging your wrist, then reached over to pick up the small package of tea from the table. He looked at it for a long moment before looking back at you, a tiny softening appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Cleanest blend in the Underground," he said quietly, setting it back down. "We’ll have a cup together. But you stay inside tomorrow. Understand?"

You nodded, leaning your head against your brother's shoulder, finally feeling safe as he kept his arm securely around you.

Scarred surrender - more

Levi x fem reader

First part second part

What we have is special

Levi x fem reader

In the barracks, you and Levi were silent. You moved past each other in the corridors with nothing more than professional nods. You sat three chairs away from him at dinner. To the rest of the Survey Corps, Captain Ackerman was just your superior officer.

But behind the heavy, locked wood of his private quarters, it was a completely different world. There, his scarred hands were gentle, pulling you into his lap the second the door clicked shut. There, you could hide your burning face in his neck, completely safe from the watchful, gossip-hungry eyes of the regiment. He respected your boundaries, never forcing you to endure the whispering of the mess hall.

But that absolute secrecy bred a dangerous kind of ignorance among the newer recruits.

You were in the back of the dimly lit supply shed, auditing the winter rations, when three of the new scouts shifted into the doorway, blocking the afternoon light. Among them was Thomas, a tall recruit who had been staring at you during drills for weeks.

"Working all by yourself again?" Thomas asked, leaning against the wooden frame with an arrogant smirk. "You know, we always see you carrying these heavy crates alone. It's a shame. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be left to do all the heavy lifting."

"I'm fine," you said quietly, keeping your eyes on your clipboard. "Please excuse me, I need to take these back to the main office."

You tried to step past him, but Thomas shifted, his broad shoulder completely cutting off your exit. The other two men laughed softly, closing ranks behind him.

"Come on, don't be like that," Thomas murmured, stepping closer until you were forced back against the heavy shelves. "Everyone knows you're supposed to be 'with' the Captain. But the man treats you like a stranger out there. He’s cold, and he clearly doesn't know how to treat a woman right. You look miserable every day."

He reached out, his thick fingers moving to catch your chin. "You don't have to settle for a lousy, dried-up soldier just because he has a title. A young guy could actually make you smile—"

"Don't touch me," you choked out. The sheer physical presence of three larger men trapping you in the dark corner made your throat tighten. Your hands began to shake violently, the clipboard slipping from your fingers and clattering to the floor. A hot tear slipped down your cheek, your chest heaving as panic took over.

"Look at that. You're shaking," Thomas scoffed. "Did he scare you into being this quiet? We can protect you from—"

"Get your filthy hands off her."

The voice didn't come from inside the shed. It cut through the air from the doorway like a knife.

The three recruits froze, the blood instantly draining from their faces.

Levi stood in the threshold. His coat was gone, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his eyes were completely devoid of humanity. The murderous aura radiating off him was so heavy it felt difficult to breathe.

"C-Captain," Thomas stammered, his hand dropping instantly as he took a frantic step back. "We were just...we were just helping her with the—"

Levi didn't let him finish. In a flash of terrifying, military precision, Levi stepped into the room. He didn't use a blade; his boot connected squarely with Thomas’s chest, sending the larger man crashing hard into the wooden shelves. The wood splintered as Thomas hit the floor, groaning in agony.

Before the other two could even raise their hands, Levi had the second recruit pinned by the throat against the wall, his grip like vice-grips.

"If I ever see any of you within ten feet of her again," Levi hissed, "I won't just throw you in the cells. I will personally ensure you become titan bait on the next expedition. Do you understand me?"

The men nodded frantically, terrified for their literal lives.

"Get him out of my sight. Before I lose my patience," Levi growled, releasing the man’s throat. The two conscious recruits practically dragged their wheezing friend out of the shed, running as if the Colossal Titan itself was chasing them.

The moment they were gone, the terrifying Captain vanished. Levi turned to you, his expression softening instantly as he saw your tear-stained face and trembling shoulders.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and calm. He stepped over the scattered papers, reaching out to wrap his arms securely around your waist. He pulled you against his chest, tucking your face securely under his chin. "It's okay. You're safe. I've got you, brat."

He didn't make you walk back through the courtyard where people could see you crying. He guided you through the corridors, straight up to the seclusion of his private office.

The second the heavy door locked behind you, the weight of the world lifted. Levi led you straight to his neatly made bed, sitting down and pulling you right into his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck, burying your face in the clean scent of his cravat as the remaining adrenaline turned into quiet sobs.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I know I get flustered... I know I wanted to keep us private... I didn't think they'd think..."

"Shh. Don't say a word," Levi interrupted gently, his large hand rubbing slow, comforting circles into your back while his other hand stroked your hair. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. "You have nothing to apologise for. Your comfort is the only thing that matters to me. If you want us to be a secret out there, we’re a secret. Those idiots are just too stupid to recognise discipline."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes warm, filled with a deep affection he only ever showed to you. He used his thumb to tenderly wipe away the last of your tears before leaning in to press a sweet, reassuring kiss to your lips.

"Let them talk," he murmured against your mouth, his grip tightening possessively around your waist. "They don't know anything. They don't know how perfect you are, and they sure as hell don't know how much you belong to me. Let’s just stay in here tonight. No scouts, no duties. Just us."

You nodded, finally letting out a soft sigh of relief as you curled deeper into his chest, completely wrapped in the warmth of your sacred space.

LEVI PROPOSING OUT OF NOWHERE summary: when the Captain decides that the best time to propose is in a cramped cargo room in an airship on your way back after a month of being held captive in Liberio. Takes place after the Raid. warnings: mentions of torture, sexual tension

“Levi, he knew,” you whisper. “Eren fucking knew I was in Liberio, this whole time. Did he know I was being tortured too?” 

You sound desperate, and you hate it. You already know that you lost Eren, so why do you bother asking? Why? “I get that we sometimes have to make sacrifices – I get that some things are more important, like our comrades, the war, but–“

“It’s not,” Levi cuts you off, with so much finality that you pause your rant. You close your mouth with a small snap, eyes wide as you look at him.

“It’s not,” he repeats. “Nothing’s worth what you went through. Nothing.” His gaze is intense as he looks back at you, his jaw set.

You’re not sure what to say. The silence stretches between you, and Levi just keeps looking at you. Staring at you, like he did the first time you saw him on that training ground years ago, except now, he’s not looking at you as if he’s trying to figure you out, but as if he knows you.

Just as his burning stare and the silence is about to freak you out, Levi finally speaks.

“Marry me.”

Can you make it full of kisses and sweet moments please? Thank you so much ❤️❤️

The Sweetest Ingredient

Levi x fem reader

The cottage smelled wonderful, a rich, warm scent of vanilla and roasted tea leaves. You had spent the better part of the afternoon trying to perfect a black tea chiffon cake, knowing it was Levi’s absolute favourite.

Everything was going perfectly until the very final step. As you pulled the hot baking pan out of the oven, your cloth slipped. The heavy metal brushed directly against your inner wrist.

"Ow!" you gasped. The pan clattered onto the wooden counter, a small chunk of the cake breaking off in the process.

Before you could even run your wrist under the cold tap, the front door clicked open. Levi walked in, his dark coat damp from the afternoon mist. He took one sniff of the air, a soft expression crossing his face, until his eyes landed on you, cradling your arm with tears stinging your eyes.

In a second, his coat was on the floor. He crossed the kitchen with speed, his face tight with concern.

"What happened?" he demanded, his voice full of worry. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately taking your hand and guiding your wrist under a gentle stream of cold water.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a tear finally escaping and rolling down your cheek. "I wanted to surprise you. I made your favourite cake, but I ruined it... and I ruined the surprise."

Levi let out a soft sigh. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss right against your temple.

"Brat," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand under the water. "You think I care about a surprise? You’re bleeding, well, burning, and you're crying over a cake?"

"But I wanted it to be perfect for you," you sniffled, leaning your head against his shoulder. He felt so solid, so safe.

Levi leaned down and kissed your cheek, catching the tear with his lips, before kissing the corner of your mouth. "It is perfect. Anything you make is perfect. Now hold still."

He turned off the tap, carefully patting your skin dry with a clean towel. He retrieved a soothing cream from the cupboard, applying it with a touch so remarkably gentle it was hard to believe these same hands had once held dual blades. He kept his eyes locked on yours, blowing softly on the burn to cool it down, before pressing a sweet, apologetic kiss to the uninjured skin just above your wrist.

"There," he whispered, looking up at you through his dark bangs. "Does it still hurt?"

"A lot less now," you smiled, your heart melting.

"Good." Levi finally looked over at the counter, inspecting the slightly damaged chiffon cake. He picked up the broken piece with his fingers and popped it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Tch. It’s a bit dense, but the flavour is exactly right. You used the good tea leaves."

"It broke, though," you pouted.

Levi wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands sliding down to cover yours. "Then we fix it. We’ll make a fresh batch of icing together and cover up the broken spot. Consider it a joint operation."

For the next hour, the kitchen was filled with soft laughter and quiet murmurs. Levi took over the heavy lifting, whisking the cream with a serious, focused intensity that made you giggle. Every time you leaned in to check his progress, he would steal a quick kiss, first on your nose, then a deep, sweet one on your lips that tasted of vanilla.

By the time the cake was iced, it looked beautiful, decorated with a neat, orderly swirl that had Levi’s perfectionism written all over it.

He guided you to a kitchen chair, pressing one last, heavy kiss to the crown of your head before pouring two cups of perfectly brewed tea. He sat down across from you, sliding a large slice of cake your way.

"To a successful mission," Levi murmured with a peaceful warmth in his eyes. "Thank you for the cake, sweetheart. But next time, let me handle the oven."

You dont have to write it obv if it‘s an uncomfortable topic for you

The New Dynasty

Levi x fem reader

Mafia AU with a splash of yandere Levi.

The silence of the penthouse was usually soothing, but tonight it felt different. You sat on the edge of the sofa, a single, crumpled wedding invitation in your lap, one from a cousin you barely knew, sent to your parents' address and forwarded to you as an afterthought. It was a reminder of the vast, cold distance between you and the people who were supposed to love you. No calls. No check-ins. Just the realisation that to them, you were dead to them.

You didn't hear the doors open, but you felt the air change. The scent of expensive cologne, clean linen, and something metallic, the faint, lingering smell of his line of work, filled the room.

Levi didn't say anything at first. He shed his overcoat and unbuckled his shoulder holster, tossing the Glock onto the sideboard with a dull thud. He walked over to you, his eyes scanning your slumped shoulders and the tear-stain on your cheek.

"They're not worth the salt in your tears, brat," he said.

"They’re my family, Levi," you whispered, the loneliness finally cracking your voice. "I have no one. If I left this room today, there’s not a single house in this city that would open its door for me."

Levi moved then, fast and fluid. He knelt between your knees, forcing you to look at him. His hands, scarred and steady, cupped your face with a soft touch.

"Look at me," he commanded. You met his gaze, seeing the dark, possessive fire burning there. "You don't have a family over there. You have a collection of narcissists who used you until you stopped being convenient. They didn't distance themselves; they surrendered their right to you."

He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours, his thumbs wiping away a fresh tear. "You aren't alone. You’re an Ackerman. In this city, that means you’re untouchable. You’re my queen, my partner, and the only person I give a damn about."

His expression shifted, turning into something colder, sharper. "If it bothers you that much... if the thought of them out there, ignoring you, is what’s making you cry... tell me."

"What would you do?" you breathed.

Levi’s smile didn't reach his eyes. It was a predatory curve of his lips. "I’d remind them of their manners. I’d pull their funding, expose their 'respectable' little secrets, and watch their precious high-society life burn to the ground. I can make it so they have to beg for your name just to get a seat at a restaurant."

He kissed your temple, his grip tightening just a fraction. "I’ll always be here. I’m the only one who’s never going to leave, because I’ve already decided I’m never letting you go. You don't need their blood when you have my loyalty."

He pulled you off the sofa and into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. "Forget them. You’re mine now. And I’m much better at taking care of what’s mine than they ever were."

Levi let out a short, dry huff of a laugh against your hair, his fingers idly tracing the line of your jaw. "Besides," he murmured, his voice regaining some of that sharp, teasing bite you loved. "You think you’re lonely? Have you seen the way Furlan and Isabel look at you? They treat you like a saint who’s descended into their dirty little world. If I didn't stop them, Isabel would spend the entire day following you around like a lost puppy."

You gave a small, watery chuckle, thinking of the way his top lieutenants always brought you your favourite tea and practically tripped over themselves to make sure you were comfortable whenever you visited the office.

"And the rest of the men?" Levi continued, his smirk widening. "They’re terrified of you. Not because you’re mean, but because they know if they even breathe in your direction wrong, I’ll have them scrubbing the warehouse floors with a toothbrush for a month. You’ve got a hundred brothers-in-arms out there who would jump off a bridge if you asked them nicely."

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression turning mock-serious. "Compared to that circus of a family you were born into, my 'family' actually knows how to follow orders. And their first order is to adore you."

He leaned in, nipping playfully at your earlobe before whispering, "So stop worrying about those narcissistic fossils. If they’re so 'high-society,' they can stay in their ivory tower. But the moment they make you feel small again? The tower comes down."

He settled back into the chair, holding you against his chest. "You’ve got the most dangerous man in the city at your beck and call, and a whole army of idiots who think you’re a queen. You’re the least lonely person I know, brat."

He kissed you deeply, a promise of protection and a hint of the obsession that meant he would never, ever let you slip away. "Now, let’s go to bed. I have a feeling those 'relatives' of yours are going to have a very difficult morning at the stock exchange tomorrow. I want to be awake to hear the news."

so imagine you and levi share mutual feelings but he refuses to admit it and he keeps dismissing you and you start ignoring him after you reach your breaking point. now he sees you one day with another man and gets jealous af and confesses or sum (i was thinking under alcohol influence yk? but if you are not comfortable ydh to write it that way) but yes very vague and so sorry idek if this makes sense😭

but i like your writing and i hope you write it !!!

The Executive’s Breaking Point

Levi x fem reader

The office had always felt like a battlefield, and you were tired of losing. For twelve months, you had anticipated Levi’s every need, the heat of his tea, his schedule perfectly organised, only to be met with cold, silver eyes and short, clipped instructions. You were a line of code in his machine. Or so you thought.

"You look beautiful tonight," your date, Mark, whispered, leaning in close as you sat at the bar of the sleek, dimly lit lounge.

"Thank you," you said, forcing a smile. You were trying. You really were. But then, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Levi Ackerman walked in. He looked devastating in a black three-piece suit, his tie perfectly knotted. He was flanked by executives, but his eyes scanned the room, which stopped the moment they landed on you. And more specifically, the way Mark was currently trailing a thumb along your collarbone.

Levi didn't even acknowledge his business partners. He walked straight toward you. Mark stood up, confused. "Mr Ackerman? I didn't know you were coming to—"

"Leave," Levi said. It wasn't a request.

"I—sir?"

Levi stepped into the man’s personal space, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy rasp. "I don't like repeating myself. Get out before I make sure you never work in this city again."

As Mark scrambled away, you stood up, trembling with a mix of fury and shock. "Levi! What is wrong with you? You can't just—"

He didn't answer. He grabbed your hand, his grip possessive, and practically dragged you toward the private elevator. The doors slid shut, and before they even reached the penthouse floor, he had you pinned against the mirrored wall.

"You think I’ve been dismissing you?" he growled, his face inches from yours. The Boss was gone; this was just a man who had reached his limit. "I’ve spent a year staring at the back of your head, wanting to bend you over my desk and mark you until you couldn't stand. I was trying to be a 'good man.' To give you a normal life."

He shoved his knee between your thighs, hitching your skirt up. "But seeing that idiot touch you... I realised I don't give a damn about being a good man. I'm a selfish bastard, and I’m done sharing."

The elevator ascended, the numbers on the display flickering upward like a countdown. The moment the doors chimed and slid open to his private penthouse foyer, Levi didn't let go. He pulled you inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind you.

"Levi, let go! You’re being completely unreasonable!" you shouted, finally wrenching your wrist from his grasp. "You’ve spent a year acting like I’m nothing more than a living calendar to you! You don't get to ruin my night just because you finally noticed I’m a person!"

Levi whirled around. The cool, collected CEO of Ackerman Holdings was gone. His hair was slightly dishevelled, his tie loosened, and his eyes burned with a vulnerability that stole the air right out of your lungs.

"I noticed you every single second," he rasped, his voice cracking. He took a step toward you, his hands trembling at his sides. "I noticed the way you take your tea. I noticed when you were tired. I noticed every time you wore that perfume that makes it impossible for me to focus on a single goddamn thing in a board meeting."

He backed you up against the foyer wall, his shadow looming over you. He didn't touch you this time, but the heat radiating off him was overwhelming.

"I wasn't dismissing you," he whispered. "I was terrified. I’m your boss, and I’m a cynical, broken man who doesn't know how to do anything but work. I thought if I kept my distance, I was protecting you from... this."

"From what?" you breathed, your anger melting into something far more dangerous.

"From my selfishness," Levi groaned, his hand finally coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your lower lip with a desperate tenderness. "Because I don't just want to date you. I want to be the only thing you see. I want to come home to you every night and wake up with you every morning. I’ve been half-alive for years, and you’re the only thing that feels real."

He looked into your eyes, the raw honesty there finally bridging the gap that a year of silence had built.

"Don't go back to him," he pleaded, his voice a low, broken command. "Don't go back to anyone else. Just stay here. With me."

He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He leaned in, closing the distance in a kiss that wasn't polished or professional. It was hungry, desperate, and full of all the words he’d been too afraid to say, a confession in every breath.

Enjin had a habit of talking to babies like they're grown people.

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