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[darkstarlight82]

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About Me

My 2D 💓's

Thank You To ...

Toji Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Multi-Character Part I

Multi-Character Part II

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Helping a Friend

Levi x fem reader

Part 1

Kat was completely exhausted. Ever since she had started dating Erwin,  Levi’s towering, brilliantly cunning right-hand underboss, her life had been a whirlwind. Between adjusting to the sheer scale of the syndicate and her own heavy work week, she desperately needed a break. And since you were a fiercely loyal friend who happened to be dating the man who owned half the luxury real estate in the city, you knew exactly how to spoil her.

Levi’s empire wasn't just built on concrete and turf wars; he owned a massive chain of five-star hotels and high-end casinos. He used them to bleed the city's corrupt, wealthy elite dry, taking their millions and quietly funnelling them back into underfunded communities and local charities.

Naturally, you decided to take Kat to The Citadel, Levi’s crown jewel, a breathtaking, ultra-exclusive hotel and luxury spa in the heart of the city.

The catch? Because Levi and Erwin were fiercely obsessive and intensely protective, they kept you and Kat completely shielded from the public eye. The staff at the hotel knew that the Underboss and his Right Hand both had women they worshipped, and the rule was absolute: never cross them. But because no one had ever actually seen your faces, you were entirely anonymous.

You and Kat strolled into the glistening marble lobby of the hotel. You were dressed casually, both of you in comfy, high-end loungewear and sunglasses, totally relaxed. Kat was holding a coffee, looking around wide-eyed. "Are you sure we can just walk in here? This place looks like it charges a grand just to breathe the air."

"Relax, it's totally fine," you giggled, pulling your sunglasses down your nose. "Levi told me to use the VIP penthouse spa. We have the whole place to ourselves."

You approached the sleek, gold-accented concierge desk. Standing behind it was a woman in a sharp designer suit, her hair pulled back into a tight, severe bun. Her nametag read Victoria, General Manager. She was currently fawning over a wealthy couple dripping in diamonds, but when she saw you and Kat approach, her polite smile instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, snobbish sneer.

"Can I help you?" Victoria asked, her voice condescending as she looked at your casual clothes. "The public cafe is down the street. This lobby is strictly for registered guests."

"We're here for the penthouse spa," you said smoothly, leaning against the marble desk. "Under Ackerman."

Victoria froze. Her eyes went wide for a split second, a flash of pure panic crossing her face. The staff had been warned this morning that the Boss's woman and the Commander's woman might be stopping by. But as Victoria looked you and Kat up and down, noticing your lack of flashing diamonds or security entourages, a dark, arrogant assumption took over her mind.

There's no way these two ordinary girls are the legendary queens of the Ackerman syndicate, she thought. They're clout-chasers. Posers trying to get a free luxury treatment.

Victoria let out a mocking scoff, crossing her arms. "Ackerman? Nice try, sweetie. Do you think I'm stupid? Look at you. You think you can just walk into a five-star establishment, drop the owner's name, and get a free pass? I know exactly who the Boss is, and he wouldn't be caught dead with clout-chasers like you."

Kat’s jaw dropped, her eyes flashing with a dangerous spark. "Excuse me? Clout-chasers? Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

"I'm talking to two girls who need to leave before I call security," Victoria snapped, leaning over the desk, her voice sharp and incredibly rude. "People like you come in here all the time trying to play games. You don't belong here. Now, get out of my lobby."

Oh, she had picked the wrong day to be an elitist brat.

You let out an amused laugh, stepping right into Victoria's space. "Listen to me, Victoria. You have exactly three seconds to fix that ugly attitude of yours before you find out exactly how much we 'belong' here. I suggest you check the private registry before you ruin your entire career."

"My career is perfectly safe, you little poser," Victoria hissed, completely losing her professional facade. "Security! Get these two out of—"

The heavy, glass double doors of the lobby suddenly flew open.

The entire atmosphere in the room plummeted into a suffocating, terrifying silence. The wealthy guests gasped, backing away as a dozen heavily armed men in sharp, tailored black suits flooded into the lobby, quickly securing the perimeter with military precision.

And walking right through the centre of the formation were Levi and Erwin.

They looked absolutely magnificent and lethal. Erwin was a towering, imposing figure in a crisp grey suit, his blonde hair immaculate, his presence radiating the cold, calculating intelligence of a mastermind. Beside him was Levi, looking like a god of the underworld in a black suit, his tie slightly loosened, and his eyes scanning the room like a hawk looking for prey.

Victoria's face turned white. She instantly smoothed down her suit, trembling as she scrambled out from behind the desk. "Mr Ackerman! Mr Smith! Welcome! I am so sorry for the commotion. I was just handling two intruders who—"

Levi didn't even look at her. He didn't even acknowledge her existence.

The moment his eyes locked onto you, the cold, murderous mob boss completely vanished. He broke into long strides, crossing the lobby in seconds. Erwin was right behind him, his blue eyes instantly locking onto Kat with a sudden, intense protectiveness.

"Sweetheart," Levi murmured, his deep voice echoing in the quiet lobby as his large, calloused hands locked around your waist, pulling you against him. He scanned your face frantically. "What happened? I got a text from the exterior security saying there was a dispute."

Erwin stepped up beside Kat, his massive frame completely towering over her as he wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around her shoulders, his blue eyes narrowing at the staff. "Are you alright, Kat? Did someone trouble you?"

Kat smirked, leaning into Erwin's side. "Oh, we're fine, Erwin. But the manager here had some really interesting words for us."

You looked up at Levi, a wicked, teasing smile on your lips as you patted his chest. "Yeah, Levi. Apparently, we're 'posers' and 'clout-chasers' who don't belong here. She was incredibly rude to us. She was actually just about to have security throw your girlfriend and Erwin's girl out into the street."

The entire lobby went so cold you could practically see your breath.

Levi’s hands on your waist went stiff. He slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Victoria. The lazy, affectionate warmth in his face vanished, replaced by that terrifying Italian fury. The aura of death radiating from him was so heavy that Victoria actually stumbled backwards, her knees knocking together in sheer terror.

"Che cazzo hai detto?" Levi snarled, his voice dropping into that broad, smooth Italian accent that meant someone was about to disappear. He stepped away from you, looming over the trembling manager like an executioner. "You dare speak to my woman like that? In my own house? Sei un'imbecille!"

"B-Boss, please! I didn't know!" Victoria sobbed as she dropped to her knees. "I thought they were lying! I was just protecting the hotel!"

Erwin let out a cold, dark chuckle, his hand gently stroking Kat’s hair. "Protecting the hotel? By insulting the woman who technically owns the deed to it? Brilliant business strategy, Victoria. You're fired. Get your things and clear out before I let the Boss handle this personally."

"Get her out of my sight before I bury her in the foundation," Levi growled to his men, his jaw clenching. Two massive guards instantly grabbed Victoria by her arms, dragging the wailing, apologising woman out of the lobby.

Levi let out an irritated click of his tongue, turning back to you. The fury melted right out of him, replaced by that obsessive, yandere sweetness. He stepped right back into your space, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, letting out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, cara. I'll fire the entire hiring board for letting a piece of garbage like that work here. Did she upset you? Tell me what you want. I'll buy you a whole new spa."

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking over at Kat, who was happily whispering with a fiercely smiling Erwin.

"I'm perfectly fine, Levi," you smiled, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. "But I think you owe Kat and me the VIP treatment after all that."

Levi's lips tugged into a dark smirk against yours, his grip tightening on your hips. "Anything you want, principessa. The whole palace is yours."

Levi was still holding you tightly against his chest, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your waist through your clothes, his jaw tight as he glared at the spot where the manager had just been dragged away.

"Come to the VIP area with us," you murmured, leaning back to look up at his beautiful eyes. "You and Erwin need to relax. Come to the pool."

Levi clicked his tongue, adjusting his cuffs. "I can't, cara. I have a meeting with the dock union leaders in twenty minutes, and Erwin has to review the casino laundered sheets. Go with Kat, my men will guard the doors."

You blinked, immediately letting out a soft, dramatic sigh. You puffed your bottom lip out into a perfect, devastating pout, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh... alright. I guess since you're both too busy, Kat and I will just have to go up there all alone. Maybe if we get lonely, I'll just have to find some nice, handsome man in the lobby to look after us instead..."

Erwin’s eyebrows shot up.

Beside him, Levi went still. The air in the lobby froze all over again. Levi’s silver eyes darkened into pitch-black slits of pure, obsessive panic. The thought of another man looking in your direction, let alone looking after you, made a vein throb in his temple.

"Che cazzo hai detto?!" Levi growled, his hands instantly snapping back onto your hips, pulling you so close against his belt that you could feel his heart hammering. "You won't look at another man, principessa. You won't even think about it. Erwin, cancel the dock meeting. Cancel the casino sheets. We're going to the penthouse."

Erwin let out an amused chuckle, already pulling out his phone to text his captains. He glanced down at a smugly grinning Kat. "Consider it done, Boss. I value my life too much to let the Commander’s woman wander around a resort unescorted."

Ten minutes later, the four of you were inside the ultra-exclusive, glass-domed VIP penthouse spa. The entire floor was a tropical paradise high above the city skyline, featuring a massive heated infinity pool, private hot tubs, and lush green palms, all completely blocked off from the rest of the world.

You and Kat slipped into the luxury changing rooms, emerging in your favourite bikinis. You walked out onto the warm stone tiles, your bare feet slapping softly, showing off your beautiful curves. Kat was laughing, looking completely relaxed.

When you walked out to the edge of the pool, Levi and Erwin were already waiting in their swimsuits.

Seeing Levi out of his sharp, tailored suits was a religious experience. The underboss was built like a brick wall, lean, intensely muscular, with thick, tatted forearms and a broad chest covered in faint, pale battle scars that only made him look hotter. Beside him, Erwin looked like a literal Viking, his massive, towering frame covered in intricate sleeve tattoos that stretched across his broad shoulders.

The second Levi’s eyes locked onto you in your bikini, his breath hitched. His silver gaze was dark and completely feral as it raked over your hips and bust, his possessive instincts flaring to life.

"Look at you," Levi rasped, stepping forward and immediately wrapping his tatted arms around your bare, warm waist. He lifted you easily, ignoring your giggles as he stepped right into the heated crystalline water of the infinity pool. "Bringing me up here in a suit just to drive me insane in this bikini, brat."

"You love it," you teased, wrapping your legs around his hips as the warm water swirled around you both.

Across the pool, Erwin let out a deep, rumbling laugh as he easily scooped Kat up into his arms, carrying her into the water while she screamed with laughter, splashing him playfully. The terrifying, brutal Commander of the syndicate was completely soft, letting Kat splash his face while he smiled down at her with pure adoration.

For the next few hours, the concrete jungle and the brutal politics of the mafia completely vanished. It was just the four of you, playing, splashing, and having the absolute best time in your own private sanctuary. You floated on Levi’s chest, tracing the tattoos on his shoulders while he quietly murmured sweet, possessive Italian praise into your ear, his hands never leaving your skin.

Kat and Erwin were practically in their own world, racing across the pool and laughing so loudly the sound echoed off the glass dome.

As the sun began to set over the city, painting the sky in deep shades of gold and violet, you leaned your head against Levi’s wet shoulder, completely content. The terrifying underboss kissed the crown of your head, his arms holding you securely against his heart. You had successfully helped your friend, humbled an elitist manager, and gotten your obsessive mob boss all to yourself. It was a perfect day.

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Hi! I was the one who asked for the yumeship one-- i was thinking we would be fictional! How Levi is fictional to our world. But please, do whatever you please hehe

Across the Pages

Levi x fem reader

For Levi, the corporate world was something he conquered with a cold, ruthless efficiency. As the CEO of a multi-million dollar security empire, he was used to absolute control. But in the privacy of his massive, modern penthouse, he had a secret that none of his board members would ever guess.

He was completely, utterly devoted to an anime character.

You were the protagonist of the world's most popular dark-fantasy manga, Attack on Titan. You were humanity’s strongest soldier, a fierce, brilliant warrior who carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. Levi was a massive fan, no, a massive self-shipper. His private study was lined with custom-made glass cabinets showcasing every single piece of merchandise of you, from limited-edition figures to intricate, high-quality replicas of your Scout uniform. He spent his late nights reading reader-insert stories on his tablet, quietly wishing he could have been there to protect you from the horrors of your universe.

Tonight, the final manga chapter has officially dropped.

Levi sat at his desk, staring at the digital pages. His heart was in his throat as he read the conclusion. You had survived the final battle, standing victorious amidst the ruins, but you had lost so much. The story was over. There would be no more updates. No more new panels of your beautiful, fierce face.

A sadness settled deep into Levi's chest. He locked his tablet, running a hand through his dark hair. "At least you're alive, brat," he muttered to the empty room, looking up at his favourite scale figure of you. "No more pain. I guess I'll just have to wait for the new anime season and the video game to see you again."

With a weary sigh, the CEO turned off the lights and went to bed, the quiet grief of a dedicated fan lingering in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the bright city sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom. Levi stirred, rolling over onto his side, expecting to find empty sheets.

Instead, his arm brushed against something solid, warm, and textured.

Levi's eyes snapped wide open. Sitting up abruptly, the breath was completely knocked out of him.

Lying right beside him on his sheets was a woman. She was fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. She didn't have a scratch on her, but she was clad in a perfectly tailored, pristine green Scout regiment cloak, white trousers, and the unmistakable brown leather straps of the Omni-Directional Mobility gear.

It was you. The real, living, breathing you.

"What the fuck..." Levi breathed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He froze, wondering if he was having the most vivid, lucid dream of his entire life.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. You blinked against the bright sunlight, your survival instincts instantly kicking in. You bolted upright, your hand instinctively dropping to your hip where your blades usually rested, only to find your scabbards empty. You scrambled backwards against the headboard, taking in the massive, luxurious bedroom, the high-tech appliances, and the sharp-eyed man staring at you in utter shock.

"Where... where am I?" you gasped, your voice trembling as you looked at your hands. The scars, the dirt, the lingering ache of a lifetime of war, it was all gone. You felt light. Whole. "Who are you? Is this Marley?"

Levi swallowed hard, slowly holding up his hands to show he wasn't a threat. For a man who ran a corporate empire, he was completely at a loss for words. "You're... you're in my home. You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you here."

You frowned, your eyes scanning the room for an exit, but then they caught on the open door leading into his adjacent study.

Your jaw dropped.

Through the glass doors, you could see rows upon rows of... yourself. There were paintings of your face on the wall. Small, perfectly sculpted plastic statues of you swinging from wires. Cushions with your face printed on them. Even a replica of your green cloak hung on a mannequin in the corner.

You slowly climbed out of the bed, your bare feet sinking into the carpet as you walked into the study, entirely bewildered. Levi scrambled out of bed, hovering a distance behind you, his face burning a bright red.

"Is this... me?" you whispered, picking up a small chibi figure of yourself. You turned around to face him, your eyes wide with confusion. "What is this place? How do you know what I look like? How do you know about the Scouts?"

Levi rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at your piercing gaze. The powerful CEO was completely flustered, his ears turning crimson. "Your world... your life. Here, it's a story. A manga. Millions of people read it. I'm... a big fan of yours. I collect your things."

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Your entire life, the titans, the blood, the friends you watched die, the agonising choices you had to make, it was all just a fictional tale created by someone in this strange, peaceful world. For a moment, a wave of profound shock washed over you.

But as you looked around the room, seeing the sheer care and love put into his collection, and then looked back at Levi, who was currently soaking in embarrassment, looking like a tough guy who had just been caught reading a romance novel, the shock melted into something entirely different.

Relief. Deep, overwhelming, soul-shattering relief.

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "So... it's over? Is the war done? I don't have to fight anymore?"

"Yeah," Levi said softly, his eyes melting as he stepped a little closer, his protective instincts overriding his embarrassment. "It's completely over. You survived. You're free."

A smile broke across your face, the first real smile you had worn in an eternity. You set the little figure down and looked at him teasingly, crossing your arms over your Scout jacket. "A big fan, huh? You even have a giant blanket with my face on it over there. That's pretty cute."

Levi's jaw tightened as his blush deepened all the way to his collarbone. He let out a quiet click of his tongue, crossing his arms to try to regain his composure. "Tch. Don't get cocky, brat. I just appreciate a good soldier."

You giggled, stepping closer to him, the gap between your worlds completely vanishing. You looked around the beautiful, high-tech penthouse, then looked up at his handsome, flustered face. "Well, humanity's strongest doesn't have a home, money, or any idea how to live in this world. What am I supposed to do now?"

Levi stopped looking away. He met your eyes, his gaze turning incredibly serious, intense, and filled with the deep, unshakeable devotion he had harboured for you across the pages for years.

He stepped right into your space, his hand coming up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to worry about a damn thing," Levi murmured, as he placed his hand over his chest, mimicking the salute of your world but making it entirely personal. "I have more than enough to give you everything you could ever want. From now on... I'll dedicate my heart to looking after you."

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Can you make a NSFW modern era when the reader is in a trip with her family for two weeks but levi can't stand and missing his girlfriend so much as they never be apart for long time like that so he surprises her at their trip and they have reunion passionate lovemaking session ✨️

Two-week itch

Levi x fem reader

Two weeks. It had been fourteen days since you boarded a flight with your parents and siblings for a massive family reunion trip, and it had been fourteen days of absolute torture. You and Levi lived together, worked around each other's schedules, and rarely spent more than a single night apart.

Your phone was practically burning a hole in your pocket from the sheer volume of text messages. Levi was miserable. Every photo you sent him of the beach or the family dinners was met with a blunt, desperate text: Come home. The bed is too big. I hate this.

On the tenth afternoon of the trip, your family had all gone down to the hotel lobby to book a boat excursion, giving you a precious two-hour window of total quiet to just lie on the king-sized bed and miss your boyfriend in peace.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You frowned, sitting up. Your family had their own key cards. Assuming it was room service or a confused hotel guest, you padded across the carpet barefoot, pulling open the door.

The breath was instantly knocked out of your lungs.

Standing in the hallway was Levi. He looked completely out of place in the tropical resort hotel, wearing his signature dark jeans, a crisp black t-shirt, and a leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His dark hair was slightly messy from travel, and his silver eyes were wide, intense, and absolutely feral the second they locked onto you.

"L-Levi?" you gasped, your eyes widening in pure shock. "What are you—"

He didn't let you finish. Levi dropped his leather jacket to the floor, stepped into the room, and slammed the door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place.

He didn't say a single word. He didn't explain. He was entirely consumed by a manic, impatient need to have you in his space. His large, warm hands instantly locked around your waist, his grip tight as he lifted you off your feet and drove your back hard against the solid, painted wall beside the door.

A breathless cry tore from your throat, and your legs wrapped around his hips to lock yourself to his frame.

"Levi, oh my god," you sobbed into his neck, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as his scent flooded your senses.

"Shut up," he rasped, his voice a broken whisper against your skin. "Don't talk. Just let me look at you."

He pulled back just an inch, his silver eyes dark and blown out with a beautiful intensity. He scanned your face, your flushed cheeks, your bare shoulders, as if ensuring you were actually real and not a hallucination. "Fourteen days," he growled, his jaw clenching. "I almost lost my mind. Never again."

His mouth crashed down onto yours with a consuming passion.

It was a desperate, starved reunion. Levi’s tongue parted your lips with a demanding swipe, driving deep into your mouth and swallowing your soft, needy whimpers. His lips were against yours with a ruthless hunger that made your head spin. His hands slid down from your waist to cup the undersides of your thighs, holding your legs securely around his waist as he pressed his entire, heavy, muscular chest flat against your breasts, trapping you against the wall.

You could feel the hard, rigid length of his cock pressing aggressively through his jeans right against your aching, soaked entrance. You were already dripping, your body reacting instantly.

"Levi... please," you whined into his mouth, your fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt. "Right here. Please, I need you inside me."

"I'm not waiting," he growled against your lips.

With impatient movements, Levi let go of one of your thighs, keeping his other arm locked like a vice under your knee to keep you pinned to the wall. He reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs in one ruthless tug until they fell to the floor. He didn't even bother taking off his own pants; he just unzipped his jeans, his thick, fully erect shaft springing free, pulsing with a heavy urgency.

He guided his broad, hot tip to your slick, weeping centre.

"Look at me," Levi commanded.

You blinked through a haze of tears, meeting his fierce, devoted gaze. With a sudden, heavy drive of his hips, Levi buried his full length into you in one deep thrust.

A loud, shattered wail escaped your lips, the sound echoing off the hotel walls as his thick shaft filled your tight hole. The sheer fullness of him stretched your walls, your tight internal muscles instantly clamping down around him in a desperate, soaking embrace.

"Fuck... you're so tight, sweetheart," he groaned, his eyes closing as he began to fuck you right there against the wall.

His pace was frantic and heavy. Because he was supporting your weight, every driving thrust was incredibly deep, hitting your G-spot with a devastating, breathtaking accuracy. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth pressing hot, messy kisses to your collarbone, his chest grinding against yours with every single stroke. He wanted no air between your bodies. He was fusing you back to him, erasing every single second of the last two weeks.

The friction was blinding. Your pussy was so sensitive from the weeks of aching for him that the ruthless, steady rhythm immediately began to pull you toward a shattering climax.

"Levi, I'm going... I'm going to come," you sobbed, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as your hips instinctively rose and fell against the wall to meet his thrusts.

"Come for me," he growled, his pace turning rough as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch and clamp down on his shaft.

With a sharp, breathless cry, your body shattered, your internal walls convulsing around him in massive waves. The crushing tightness of your release broke Levi's control completely. With a guttural groan, he drove his hips forward a few times with terrifying force, locking himself deeply inside your core as his own release ripped through him. He came deep inside you, his hot seed bursting into your core in heavy, thick pulses that seemed to go on forever.

He held you there against the wall for a long, quiet minute, both of your chests heaving as your breathing gradually slowed together. Levi’s spent cock was still resting deep inside your twitching, soaking body, keeping you completely plugged.

Slowly, carefully, Levi eased his hips back, letting your feet touch the carpet. Your knees immediately buckled, but he caught you instantly, sweeping you up into his arms before you could fall.

He carried you away from the door, walking over to the massive king-sized bed. He lay you down gently on the white sheets, immediately climbing over you to press his body back down against yours. He slipped off his shoes and trousers, tossing them carelessly to the floor, before pulling the heavy duvet over both of your naked, sweat-slicked bodies.

The frantic, impatient urgency was gone, replaced now by a deep, lingering tenderness.

"Now," Levi murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were completely soft now, filled with adoration. He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a slow, sweet kiss. "We have the rest of the afternoon. And I am going to make love to you until you forget what it feels like to be away from me."

He slid his hands down your waist, his thumbs caressing your hips as he slowly guided his thick shaft back toward your wet, sensitive entrance, prepared to spend hours worshipping every single inch of your body in the quiet, sunlit room.

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Hi! I love your works so much 💖 I request something of course only if you want to 💕

A oneshot. About witch reader who was sent to God levi to actually harm/kill him because his enemies told her/mind wash that he's a bad person but when she knows him she discoveres how sweet and gentle he's and falls so deeply in love with him so instead of hurting him she decides to protect him. Also levi fell in love with her from the first time he saw her.

Maybe can you add a scene from the first time levi confesses to her when she cries and tells him about everything thinking that he might kill her but instead he kisses her.

You belong to the mountain

God Levi x fem reader

The air inside the great timber sanctuary smelled of dry moss, burning ash logs, and the clean scent of crushed juniper berries. For weeks, your bare feet had trodden softly across the heavy stone floors, the dark runes and protective sigils inked along your ankles and the tops of your hands occasionally humming with a faint, anxious magic.

You were a witch of the ancient woods. You had been sent here by the elders of the rival clans, men who had bound your mind with dark, twisting spells, whispering that the old god of the mountain, Lord Levi, was a ruthless monster who demanded blood and ruin. They had given you a dagger carved from the bone of a winter wolf, enchanted to pierce an immortal’s heart.

But from the very first moment you had stepped into his grove, a shivering, brainwashed assassin, everything had gone entirely wrong.

Levi hadn't struck you down. He hadn't unleashed the biting winter winds to freeze your blood. The moment his sharp, silver eyes had landed on your trembling form, something had shifted in his gaze. He had fallen in love with you instantly, a silent, absolute claim that defied the laws of the realm.

Instead of a tyrant, you found a god who was gentle. Levi, clothed in heavy furs and dark tunics, spent his days quietly tending to the ancient forest. He would sit with you by the hearth for hours, his large, calloused hands carefully sorting through your dried herbs, helping you grind sage and rowan bark for your potions. He spoiled you with the rarest mountain flowers, and whenever the frost grew too biting, he would pull you directly into his lap, wrapping his massive fur cloak around your bare shoulders to keep you warm against his chest.

The contrast was tearing you apart. The brainwashing was cracking under the weight of his pure, protective adoration.

Tonight, the guilt finally shattered you.

You were standing in the centre of his private solar, desperately trying to sort a bundle of dried lavender to calm your racing heart. Levi entered the room quietly, his heavy boots making no sound on the furs covering the floor. He stepped up right behind you, his presence instantly radiating a deep, comforting heat that chased away the mountain chill.

"You're pressing too hard, brat," his voice rumbled near your ear. "You're crushing the flowers into dust."

You froze as his large, warm hands slid around your waist from behind, his thumbs gently rubbing circles through the linen of your tunic, right over the protective runes inked onto your hips. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a soft, contented sigh.

"I've been thinking," Levi murmured, his grip tightening just a fraction, pulling you completely against his solid frame. "The spring thaw is coming. I want to properly bind you to this grove. I want you to stay with me for eternity. As my mate. My queen."

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from your throat. The final thread of the clan's brainwashing snapped entirely under the pure, unconditional love in his voice. You couldn't do it. You would never hurt him; you would tear the world apart before you let anyone touch a single hair on his head.

You spun around in his arms, the bundle of lavender slipping from your fingers and scattering across the floor.

"Levi, no, stop, please," you sobbed, hot tears finally bursting past your lashes, tracking down your cheeks. Your whole body was shaking so violently that your knees began to give out, but Levi caught you instantly, his strong arms hooking under your thighs to hold you up.

"Hey. What is it?" Levi’s silver eyes widened with a rare, sudden panic. His brow furrowed, his hands coming up to cup your face, his thumbs frantically wiping at your tears. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Tell me who did this."

"I lied to you!" you wailed, burying your face in your hands, the guilt pouring out of you like an open wound. "They brainwashed me, Levi! The elders... they told me you were a monster. They sent me here to assassinate you! I have a wolf-bone dagger hidden beneath the floorboards. I was supposed to kill you!"

You braced yourself for his wrath. You pulled back, your bare feet hitting the floor as you shrank away, waiting for his eyes to glow with divine fury, waiting for him to destroy the witch who had smuggled treason into his sacred home.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, choking on your tears, your hands covering your face. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much... I'll leave, I'll protect you from them from the outside, just please don't hate me—"

Levi didn't move an inch away from you.

He stood perfectly still among the scattered lavender, his expression calm, almost soft. He didn't look at the floorboards where the dagger was hidden. He only looked at you, your tear-stained face, your bare, trembling feet, and the fierce, protective love blazing in your eyes through your panic.

With a low, slow sigh, Levi stepped forward, completely closing the distance between you.

He didn't raise his hand in anger. Instead, his fingers tangled gently into your hair, tilting your face up, and he brought his mouth down onto yours in a deep, crushing, and incredibly sweet kiss.

You let out a muffled, startled sob into his mouth, your hands instinctively clutching at his heavy tunic. The kiss was thick with an unshakeable assurance. He swallowed your tears, his tongue parting your lips with a slow, possessive stroke that effectively silenced all your fears, anchoring your frantic soul back to the earth.

When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"You think I didn't know?" Levi murmured, his gravelly voice soft, a knowing, wicked glint in his silver eyes. "I am a god of these mountains, brat. I knew what was in your heart the moment you crossed my border. I saw the dark magic your elders bound you with."

You blinked through your tears, completely stunned. "You... you knew?"

"Tch. Of course, I knew," he muttered, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "But I also saw how hard you were fighting it. I saw how you looked at me when you thought I wasn't watching. You think I care about a bone dagger? Let them come. Let the whole world come to this grove."

Levi leaned down, pressing another fierce, lingering kiss to your lips before sliding his hands down to grip your waist, lifting you slightly so you had to look him in the eyes.

"You chose to protect me," he growled softly, a deep purr vibrating in his chest. "That means the covenant is sealed. You belong to the mountain now, sweetheart. And tomorrow, we're going to go hunt down those elders who dared to touch your mind."

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Can you make a oneshot about demon levi accidentally rescuing the reader as she was in danger and after that they fell in love with each other despite she knows he's a demon ? Maybe the stages of their relationship how they met and fell in love.

Also can you add something spicy/ smut in it ? ☺️❤️

Soul Capture

Demon Levi x fem reader

Had to cut and edit a lot, otherwise this would have become a long fic.

In the deepest palaces of the Underworld, where the air was scented with incense and the cold glow of spirit fire, the right hand of the Death God was known for his absolute, merciless precision. Lord Levi Ackerman wore heavy, midnight-black silk robes embroidered with silver dragons, his dark hair held back by a sharp jade crown. He was the warden of souls, the executioner of the damned.

Yet, in his private chambers, his hands were gentler than a summer breeze as he slid a magnificent, gold-plated crane hairpin into your hair.

You sat before his bronze mirror, dressed in flowing crimson robes. The room was filled with exquisite treasures, silk tapestries, pearl-inlaid chests, and a small army of ghost maids who had just left after bathing you in scented waters. Levi had spoiled you rotten, surrounding you with every luxury the spiritual realm could offer.

"Beautiful," Levi murmured, his deep voice against your ear as he leaned down, his hands resting on your shoulders.

You looked at his reflection in the glass, your heart swelling. Even knowing his true nature, knowing the terrifying demonic power that slept beneath his pale skin, the sharp fangs that hid behind his lips when his hunger flared, you felt safe.

"You give me too many of these," you teased softly, touching the heavy gold hairpin. "I only have one head, Levi. I can't wear a hundred pins at once."

"Tch. Quiet," he muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. He bent his head, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your collarbone. "If I want to deck my woman out in the finest gold in the three realms, no one is going to stop me."

Looking at his dark, fiercely devoted eyes, your mind drifted back to the night your eternity began.

It had been a mistake of the heavens. A sudden accident in the mortal realm had severed your thread of life too early, sending your confused, fragile soul tumbling down into the underworld. You had found yourself wandering the misty bank of the river, freezing and terrified, surrounded by weeping ghosts waiting to cross the bridge to reincarnation.

Levi had been there, inspecting the souls. He was a terrifying sight, eyes glowing a dangerous, piercing silver, an aura of absolute death radiating from his frame. The ghosts had shrunk away from him in horror.

But when his eyes fell upon you, he stopped dead in his tracks. He saw immediately that your fate had been miscalculated; you didn't belong in the ledger of the dead yet. But instead of sending you back to a broken, empty mortal shell, something ancient and possessive had snapped inside the demon lord. He had walked right through the mist, swept you up into his heavy silk robes, and carried you away from the bridge, defying the laws of heaven and hell just to keep you.

At first, you had been terrified of him. He was a creature of darkness, and the physical distance between you was vast. You stayed confined to his palace, hiding beneath the blankets. But Levi had been patient. He didn't force himself on you; instead, he brought you hot tea, ordered the maids to weave you the softest silks, and spent hours sitting by your bed in the quiet dark, letting you adjust to his heavy, overwhelming presence.

Gradually, the fear had melted into curiosity, and curiosity into an agonisingly deep love. You realised his demonic nature was just a shield; to you, he was a protector, a saviour, a man who worshipped the very ground you walked on.

"What are you thinking about, brat?" Levi's gravelly voice broke your reminiscing.

You turned around in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, your crimson robes parting slightly to reveal the smooth curve of your collarbone and the swell of your breasts. "Just remembering how you stole me from the reincarnation bridge."

Levi’s silver eyes darkened instantly, a heavy, hungry warmth flooding his gaze as he looked down at your parted lips. His hands slid down your waist, his grip tightening as he pulled your hips against his thighs.

"I didn't steal you," he growled softly, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "I claimed what was mine. Heaven made a mistake, and I corrected it. You belong in my palace, in my bed, under my body."

He didn't give you a chance to reply. Levi leaned down and captured your mouth in a deep, burning kiss that tasted of sweet wine and dark obsession. His tongue parted your lips with a heavy, possessive stroke, drowning your soft sigh as his hand moved to the sash of your robes, untying it with a single tug.

The cold air of the underworld hit your bare skin, but it was instantly scorched away by the intense, otherworldly heat of Levi's body as he lifted you in his arms, carrying you toward the silk-draped bed to finally show you exactly how much he adored his stolen soul.

Levi laid you down gently onto the sea of black silk sheets, the heavy crimson fabric of your robes spilling outward like a blooming lotus. He hovered over you, the midnight-black silk of his own robes sliding off his broad shoulders as he bared his chest to you.

As his arousal flared, his demonic nature began to bleed beautifully to the surface. From beneath his dark hair, two sleek, polished obsidian horns curved elegantly upward, catching the dim, ethereal glow of the spirit fires. His strong hands shifted, his nails extending into sharp, beautiful black claws that gleamed like polished jade.

You didn't shrink away. Instead, you let out a soft sigh and reached up, your fingers delicately brushing against the smooth, cool base of his horns before your palms slid down to cup his jawline.

Levi let out a low, guttural purr at your touch, his silver eyes turning dark, blown out with a heavy, lazy lust. "You aren't afraid of me," he murmured, his fangs catching the light as he spoke. "My beautiful, brave brat."

"Never," you whispered, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Show me all of you, Levi."

He didn't need to be told twice. With agonising patience, Levi used his sharp black claws to carefully part the rest of your robes, his touch lighter than a feather despite the lethal sharpness of his hands. He ran the smooth backs of his black fingers down the inside of your thighs, a delicious, tingling shiver rippling through your core as your body instantly began to weep for him.

He moved between your legs, his heavy weight a comforting, solid warmth over your body. When he freed his cock, your breath hitched in your throat. It was thick, dark, and uniquely demonic, ridged with soft, intricate pleasure bumps and a velvety texture that was explicitly designed to drive a partner to absolute madness.

"Look at me," Levi rasped, his voice dropping into a deep vibration that resonated in your chest. He hooked his large, clawed hands under your hips, lifting you slightly. "Tell me you're ready."

"Please, Levi," you begged softly, your fingers reaching up to grip the base of his horns for grounding. "I want to feel you."

With a slow push, Levi sank into you.

A gasp tore from your lips, your head falling back into the silk pillows as his textured length slid smoothly inside your tight, slick heat. The sensation was overwhelming; the soft pleasure bumps along his shaft rubbed ruthlessly against your internal walls, stimulating every single nerve ending with a devastating, breathtaking accuracy. Your internal muscles instantly clench around him in a desperate, tight hug as soon as he presses every inch inside you.

Levi let out a dark, ragged groan, his eyes closing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He stayed entirely still for a long moment, allowing your body to stretch and adjust to the otherworldly fullness of him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled into your skin, his breath scorching hot. "So warm. I stole you from death just to have you wrap around me like this."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deep, and incredibly romantic rhythm. He was so gentle with you, keeping his sharp claws carefully braced on the mattress beside your head so he wouldn't scratch your skin, while his body delivered a steady, relentless wave of pleasure. Every upward thrust hit your G-spot perfectly, the unique texture of his demon cock turning the slow pace into an agonisingly beautiful torment.

You sobbed his name into the quiet room, your hands tightening around his obsidian horns, using them to pull him down into a deep, messy kiss. Levi swamped your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a lazy, possessive dance that perfectly mirrored the friction of his hips.

The double stimulation of his deep, textured penetration and his intense emotional devotion was too much to bear. A heavy, coiled heat snapped in your lower stomach, and your body shattered into your first explosive climax, your walls pulsing around him.

Levi let out a dark, guttural moan as your tight release milked him ruthlessly. The primal, demonic instinct took over, and his pace turned slightly faster, his thrusts driving deeper and heavier into your soaking core, pursuing his own release.

"Come with me again, sweetheart," he panted, his silver eyes flashing in the dark as he looked down at your flushed, undone face. "Let me fill your soul up."

You bucked against his hips, caught in the residual waves of your orgasm as he drove you right back over the edge. With three more heavy, deep plunges, Levi’s entire body went rigid. He locked his hips tightly against yours, fangs bared as he ejaculated deep inside you, his hot demonic seed bursting into your core in thick, heavy pulses that seemed to vibrate through your very soul.

He collapsed gently over you, his horns brushing against your cheek as he buried his face in your hair. His black claws shrank back into regular, pale fingers as the demonic energy subsided, leaving him entirely soft and spent against your chest.

He didn't pull out; he stayed plugged deep inside your twitching, soaking heat, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

"Mine," Levi murmured into the dark, his voice a warm, protective shield that would lock out the rest of the three realms for eternity. "Always mine."

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Asking for a friend

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.

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I've got an idea I couldn't help but thinking about you writing it 🤭💕 a modern AU for teacher levi × teacher reader they're dating but thinking that no one knows while everyone suspects them because of levi's overprotective worried nature towards her and one day the 104th cadets corps *as the students* spot them kissing passionately somewhere 😍 and thank you so much you're an amazing writer

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?"

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Can I request a smut/comforting oneshot where levi and reader were friends for a while before dating and the reader kept a physical distance at first but levi didn't understand why I mean they didn't kiss or have sex yet because she has serious eczema and she was afraid that he'll find her body ugly but one day he came from work to find her scratching her arms and bleeding because of that and she tried to hide from him but he comforts her and they end up having sweet sex together 🤍

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."

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Hello jelly 👋🏻

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."

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[m-jelly]

Can you do a smut oneshot for Mafia levi and female reader having desperately passionate sex together after a close call (something dangerous was about to happen to the reader maybe kidnapping or something, it's totally up to you actually). with levi being so desperate and clingy he only wants to believe and reassures himself that she is still alive and breathing in his arms ❤️‍🩹

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.

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[omgitzmami]

You're the One

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. 

He has a smug look and a gift in his hand. He walks through the paparazzi and heads inside the office, where you are waiting in the lobby, clearly pissed. “Satoru, WHAT are you doing here??” you ask, tugging on his arm, leading him to your office. “I came to see you, of course.” His hand travels to your waist, pulling you close, “aaaaaannnnndddd Baby needed to go on her walk, so I drove here after the dog park!” You look down to see Baby, the bougiest dog to ever exist, just sitting next to Satoru’s leg, chilling in her bedazzled collar that blinds people who walk nearby. 

You sometimes think Satoru acts like a snobby celebrity, especially with his flashy car and fancy dog. You shake your head and say, "I'm busy all day today and can't be distracted, so if you could just go—" Satoru's eyes widen. Then, without warning, he drops to his knees and grabs your leg. "No, no, no, please don’t kick us out! We’ll be good, I promise! I’ll stay in your office and won’t bother you!" he whines, his eyes filling with fake tears and his nose turning red.

You sometimes forget he is an actor, but this is one of those moments. With a sigh of defeat, you lead him to your office. You push him inside and tell him and his dog to stay put. Satoru pouts but quickly gets distracted by the bowl of candy on your desk. You roll your eyes and head to your meeting.

As you wrap up your farewells with your colleagues, reveling in the camaraderie of a long day’s work, you push open your office door and are met with an utterly ludicrous sight. There, slumped over in your chair, is Satoru…not a child, mind you, but a man nearing forty. He has a blue iPad clutched tightly in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, and he’s engaged in a lively debate with a group of kids on Roblox—playing Dressed to Impress. 

“No, your outfit sucks bitch–”

“ STOP GIVING ME ONE STAR, MY OUTFIT ATE!”

“Mm, this was cute, two stars for you.”

“Seriously?” you call out, a grin creeping across your face. “You do realize you’re practically old enough to be the kids’ dad, right?”  He looks up briefly, his expression one of mock seriousness, as if fighting off a horde of pixelated monsters was a noble cause. “I’m in the middle of some crucial outfits here!” he retorts, waving his free hand dismissively. “These kids need to understand that my looks are legendary!” 

You just look in disbelief, almost, and then you see Baby perched up on your plush rug, “Um, Satoru, get your fucking dog off my expensive ass rug!” You snap at him, dragging his big ass out of your chair to his dog that’s scratching elegantly on your rug. God forbid this girl has rabies. Satoru looks at you with disbelief, “What? First off, Baby isn’t just a dog—” 

“Yeah, you’re right, she’s an annoying ass dog.”

“Oh yeah? I can say the same for the demon YOU call a dog!”

“Don’t you bring Prince into this!”

“You started this!”

Some coworkers gather by your door, listening to you and Satoru arguing until you swing open the door, and a few of them fall into the room. You just look down at the pile of people in your office and sigh because what else could go wrong today?

You kick them and Satoru out, “WHY DO I HAVE TO GO—” you cut him off with the slam of your door. “I’ll pick you up tonight…” he said through the door with a muffle, then walked off, all mopey and sad with Baby trotting behind him. As you sit at your desk, you rest your elbow on your desk and your chin on your hand, looking at your computer screen, wishing time would speed up.

Just as the dread and sorrow kick in, you get a knock, and it’s Mrs. Nanami. She looks elegant and expensive as always. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to your desk and takes a seat in the nearby chair, “So, are you gonna give me an update or what? I’ve been dying for the tea!” she says, leaning in a bit. 

“First, I need an update about you, ma’am,” you chuckle, “Congrats on the pregnancy!” you say, clapping your hands once, a smile growing on your face. Finally, something or someone that isn’t agitating you today. Her face lights up at your compliment, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you! Ken and I are absolutely thrilled!” You gently tilt your head, curious. “And how are the kids taking it?” 

“Oh, they’re over the moon!” she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But I had a little moment with my son; he’s fine now. You know how teenagers can misinterpret everything.” She mutters that last part, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “Ah, so he didn’t handle it well at first?” you ask, concern flickering in your eyes.

“Somewhat. He was there when I found out I was pregnant, and he thought I was saying that he and the twins were already a lot to handle—which, of course, they are,” she laughs, the sound warm. “But not in the way he assumed, you know?” 

You nod, captivated as your eyes remain fixed on her, wanting to soak in every word she shares without interrupting. “I mean, my kids mean the world to me, but so does this company,” she continues, her voice growing more reflective. “It’s going to be complicated, but that’s why I’m so grateful to have Kento by my side." She smiles.

"He takes on so much without any fuss, and with this new addition to our family, my appreciation for him grows deeper day by day…” She chats animatedly about Kento, her eyes shining with love, until suddenly she pauses. “Why didn’t you stop me, girl? Here I am, going on and on about my life and all my little dramas when I actually came to see how you’re doing!” 

“Well, Satoru and I have gotten closer, and things have changed.” Her brow raises, “And when you say, close’’ she says, using her fingers to gesture quotations, “Do you mean close as in he’s been inside you, or close as in ya’ll are being boring adults and taking things slow?”

You gasp at the first half, then break out in laughter, “ First off, he wasn’t inside me ...well, his tongue was…” You murmur into your coffee cup. Next thing you know, you can hear the entire building shake with her reaction, “HE WHAAAAAAT???” Her jaw drops. On the floor. Past the pavement. Under the building at this point. “Biiiiitch,” she jerks back into her seat in disbelief, “And why didn’t you call me?!” She scoffs, fake upset. “Because it was like so…” you pause, trying to find your words, 

“Soooo disgusting?”

“No”

“Sooo embarrassing..?”

“No”

“So good it was disgustingly embarrassing?”

“Kind of…” Your eyes drop as you answer, “OH MY GOODNESS!!” Now, Mrs Nanami is standing, hovering over your desk, “How did that even happen?” And so you begin telling her about the date and what happened with Yuka, and she stops you, her face turned up with disgust, “Wait a minute, Yuka was there?” “She came into the lobby of our building and was trying to intimidate me lowkey, but she just doesn’t know who she’s fucking with.” You cross your arms, looking at Mrs Nanami’s face as she hasn’t said anything yet, which means she knows something. “What?” You ask, “What do you know?”

“You have to be careful around her; she knows a lot of people, and you wonder how easy it was for her to almost ruin Satoru?” She looks up at you, “She is a person who will literally do anything to destroy someone that’s a threat to her.” A smirk displays on your face, “she doesn’t scare me. That’s a blowup doll waiting to be popped if you ask me!” Mrs Nanami looks at you like she’s almost speechless, but then shakes her head and says, “What did you expect? You expected me to be scared like a pussy?” You lean forward, talking like this lady ain’t your boss but a regular associate, after all these years, though, it didn’t matter.

 “Girl, no, not like a pussy, I just want you to be careful, is all. I literally just told you why!” Her eyes are now filled with worry because she knows how stubborn you are. You aren’t just an assistant to her, you’re like her little sister, and she’d hate to let anyone hurt you. “I know…I’m sorry, I’m just trying not to give her too much energy because it’s like she’s a fucking vampire or something, like I need to be careful at all times or else she’ll get me. Then it’s like Satoru doesn’t know what to do with her either! When he saw her, it was like he froze with fear for a second.” You run a hand down your face, sighing, “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…” 

Later that evening, you’re packing up a little early since you finished all your work and are heading out of your office when Satoru texts to tell you he’s on his way. You’re hoping he takes you out after this, but what you don’t expect is that when you walk out of the building, you're bombarded by a gang of paparazzi and their cameras flashing.

“What’s your relation to Satoru Gojo?”

“Are you Satoru Gojo’s mistress?”

“Were you the reason his last marriage ended?”

You’re damn near blinded by the flashes and can’t see where you’re going. “Fuck off!” Your anger reflects as you push through the paparazzi, but they keep following, keep hoarding. Then you see Satoru speeding down the street toward you. He barely parks his car before getting out and rushing you to the passenger side, pushing you in before slamming the door. You watch as he berates and curses out the media, cameras still flashing as he drives off. 

The car ride is quiet…too quiet. Mainly because you’re simmering in anger and regret. You hate having people assume that you’re a home wrecker…a mistress. You’ve always been a woman of integrity and high standards, so this kind of attention is a no-go. Satoru finally spoke, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time, you shouldn’t have been in that position.” You scoff, “You’re right, I shouldn’t have been in that position, but this is what I get for fooling with a man that doesn’t have his shit together.” Satoru’s hands tighten on the wheel, his brows furrowed as he listens to you. “This wasn’t my doing, I have no control over what Yuka does!” 

“Time and time again, you prove to me right that you literally are not someone I should be associated with! You're always in drama. This woman knows where I live, where I work, and now there is a rumor that I was your fucking mistress!” Your voice slightly cracks. Satoru looks at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “So you want me to have superpowers and predict when she comes around? I literally cannot control what she does! I’m telling you this because I am not the man she portrayed me to be, I am not the man you think I am!” 

“I don’t give a fuck what kind of man you claim to be! Your crazy ass ex-wife is causing all these issues, and you’re acting like I gotta endure this, I don’t! So drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone.” 

“That’s what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

“You just want me to leave you alone.”

“Yup”

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Satoru has your legs pinned to your chest in your bed, literally rearranging your guts, but you wanted him to leave you alone.

Right?

“W-Wait, Satoru—too much,” he cuts you off with a thrust so powerful he damn near knocks you off the bed. He’s thrusting at such a brutal pace, like he’s trying to apologize or punish you with his dick, maybe both. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side a little, all the pressure building up to your second, third, maybe fourth orgasm.

You couldn’t tell; you were in lala land. Satoru grabs your jaw, which makes your eyes snap back open, and he positions your head so you can watch him go in and out of your gushing mess, “Look at me destroying that pussy baby, you still want me to leave you alone?” He says, menacingly staring into your soul, quickening his pace. You can’t help but moan, you’re slowly regretting letting him inside your apartment…

No, you don’t.

Your toes curl up from the pleasure building up, you’re a sloppy mess, all you hear is your skin slapping together, and the degrading sounds of your pussy being destroyed. Satoru wastes no time, pulling out and flipping you over. You whine at the sudden loss,  but then you look forward and see that he positioned you to look at the mirror while he fucks you from behind. He grabs your already fucked up hair, pulling you up, “Answer me, baby, you want me to leave you alone?” He asks, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing your poor hole. “I-I…” 

“I-I…” Satoru mocks you, “That’s not an answer, doll. Tell me no,w or else I’ll take your silence for an answer and just ya know…leave.” He says as he’s slowly pushing his tip back inside you. You, being the prideful whore woman you are, don’t say anything.

You just grab his cock and push yourself back onto him, causing you both to moan. You because this might be the best dick you’ve ever had. Him because that was probably the hottest shit he’s seen ever. Satoru lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he starts thrusting again. You can hardly catch your breath when he pulls back, and then you feel it, him spitting in your mouth.

Oh, Satoru is so pussy drunk right now, and you, oh, you poor soul. You’re completely out of it. You try to use a hand to push against his abdomen, but he swats your hand away. “You wanted this, you wanted me to come in here and fuck you like an animal, huh?” All you can do is whine and moan out of pure bliss,  and Satoru laughs, he fucking laughs at the fact that the woman he’s chased for years is now spent off his cock. 

Satoru's hands grip your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as he leans down, his chest pressing against your back. "It's too much," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Too much?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "It's never enough." He speeds up, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against your skin, nipping at your earlobe. "This pussy belongs to me, right?"

Your head is spinning, your body trembling as you try to catch your breath. "Yes," you manage to nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans back, his grip on your hips tightening. "I didn't quite hear you before," he taunts, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at the mirror and tell me again who you belong to, baby."

You turn your head, your vision blurry with tears, but there you are, your body slick with sweat, your hair a mess, your lips swollen from his kisses. "It's yours," you whisper, your voice breaking. "All of me, it's yours."

********

After Satoru fucked your brains out, your entire body goes limp. Even though you’re lying up with Satoru, passed out on his chest, your heart is feeling like giving him access to you right now might not be the best choice. You wake up, the sky is dark, and you see that Satoru isn’t in the room, but he’s in your living room; you faintly hear him talking to someone on the phone.  You grab your phone to see the video of you being swarmed by the paparazzi go viral. You see Satoru’s Instagram post, and it looks like his PR team held him at gunpoint to make a statement.

"I want to address the unfounded rumors circulating about my relationship with my ex-wife. I assure you that these claims are completely false. My legal team is prepared to take action against anyone responsible for spreading this misinformation. I would also like to clarify that the woman I am currently seeing is unrelated to my previous marriage or our separation. There is no connection between these matters, and I appreciate your understanding." 

You just look at your phone like someone who’s just seen something they weren’t meant to see. “The woman you’re currently seeing, huh?” you mumble, looking around, a faint blush on your face. You grab a t-shirt before walking out to see Satoru shirtless, in his underwear, and looking like he’s auditioning for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, but they rejected him because he looks like he fucking aged fifteen years in dog years. At least the dick print is impressive…not like he needed to show you anymore, he already put you to sleep twice now.

Satoru sees you and quickly hangs up the phone, his expression turning serious as he approaches. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. “I’m so sorry about this,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Yuka is taking things way too far.” You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the online hate that seems to grow heavier each day.

“Yeah, she is... and frankly, your little statement won’t do much to stop it. The comments are brutal.” He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern. “I know, but there’s something you need to hear.” As he kneels before you, his hands slide down your waist, his touch both grounding and electrifying. “Look at me,” he says, his voice firm yet tender.

You meet his gaze, and this time, it’s not filled with the fire of passion but rather with a deep, unwavering love. “All these years, I’ve spent chasing you. Every woman I’ve ever been with… they don’t even come close to what I feel for you.” He chuckles softly, but it’s laced with something heavier. “I thought I could bury my feelings beneath flings, but instead, they just kept growing.”

“Satoru…” You feel your heart race, caught between disbelief and yearning. His grip on your hips tightens as he stares deeply into your eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. “Just listen, please…” His voice drops to a whisper. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.” He bows his head, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. “I can’t bear the thought of this tearing us apart. We’re building something together, and I don’t want Yuka or anyone else to destroy it.”

You take a moment, allowing his words to sink in. The tension in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a flicker of hope. “Satoru… It’s not easy. This is a lot coming from her. Now the media is involved, and I’m getting so much hate. If you really mean this, you gotta show me. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak, and I literally cannot go through that again. So tell me, do you mean it?” 

He looks up at you, his gaze earnest and unwavering. “I do. More than anything. I want to face this together. I don’t want to run away or hide from the world anymore. I want to fight for your love.” You shake your head slightly, feeling the corners of your lips tug upwards.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, sweets, besides…you think I'm throwing all this away?” he replies, a small smile breaking through his earlier anguish. “We’ll navigate this storm together. You have me, always.”

With a newfound clarity, you sink to the ground beside him. “Then let’s keep building,” you say softly, reaching for his hand. “Let’s show everyone that love can conquer even the fiercest battles.” Satoru squeezes your hand, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face. Then a small grin appears on his face, “You’re so cute when you let your guard down!” he says, bringing you into a bear hug, almost crushing your bones.

“Satoru!” you say, trying to get from under him. Satoru's eyes widen, realizing he’s almost suffocating you, he lets go. You stare at him blankly, eyes deadpanned onto him, “Really?!” you say, lightly pushing his shoulders. You both stare at each other for a moment, silence filling the air, then laughter breaks out between you two, as the nightlife on the outside continues, and the love between you two is just starting to brew. 

Thank you for reading!

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[m-jelly]

How about a hurt/comfort fic of underground Levi coming home to find his sister all cut up and bruised. She was out earlier getting Levi his favourite blend of tea, wanting to see him smile, when she ran into some not so nice men. She managed to barely escape and tried to hide the damage and surprising him with the tea but nothing gets past Levi.

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.

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[m-jelly]

Hi jelly✨ can u do a Part 3 of the scarred surrender detailed smut oneshots. The reader starts it first by massaging him and whispering dirty things to him before settling onto his lap telling him not to Go Out with onyankopon today, taking off her Shirt revealing black lace lingere and bringing His Hand to her before licking His hand

Scarred surrender - more

Levi x fem reader

First part second part

The cottage was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows. Levi was sitting at the wooden table, a half-empty cup of black tea next to him as he looked over a letter from Onyankopon about a meeting in town. His shoulders were tense, the lingering aches of a lifetime of combat settling deep into his joints.

You stepped up behind him, your hands sinking into the tight muscles of his shoulders. You began to knead the hard knots, your thumbs applying a firm, deliberate pressure that made him let out a low grunt of relief.

"Tch. You're dangerous when you do that, brat," he muttered, leaning his head back against your stomach.

"You're too tense," you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed the sensitive shell of his ear. Your breath was hot against his skin as you murmured, "You shouldn't go out with Onyankopon today, Levi. Stay here. With me."

Levi’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as your hands slid down his chest. "I have to meet him by three—"

"Cancel it," you purred, the words a filthy invitation as you slid around the side of the chair and settled yourself right onto his lap. You straddled his thighs, your knees pinning his hips to the wood.

Before he could object, your hands went to the hem of your shirt. In one fluid motion, you pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the floor.

Levi’s throat went dry. Beneath the shirt, you were wearing a delicate, sheer black lace lingerie set that bared the heavy, soft curves of your chest, your nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric. His gaze swept over your hips and thick thighs, his hands instinctively coming up to grip your waist.

"God, you're a menace," he rasped, his cock twitching painfully against his trousers beneath you.

You didn't answer. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his scarred right hand, and guided it up to your chest. You pressed his palm flat against your breast, forcing him to feel the racing of your heart and the aching weight of your flesh.

Then, keeping your eyes locked onto his, you lifted his hand just enough to press your tongue against the center of his palm. You licked a slow, wet stripe from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger, your eyes never leaving his face.

Levi snapped.

"Fuck the meeting," he growled.

He didn't ease you down; he gripped your thighs and hauled you up onto the edge of the sturdy kitchen table, sending his teacup clattering over, the dark liquid spilling across the wood. He stepped between your legs, his hands frantic as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock, thick, rigid, and already leaking pre-cum against your inner thigh.

"You want me to stay?" he panted, as he hooked his fingers into the black lace panties, ripping them sideways to bare your soaking wet pussy to his gaze. "Look at you. You're already dripping for me, brat."

He didn't wait. He braced one hand on the table next to your hip, reached down to guide his tip against your swollen entrance, and drove forward in one massive, hungry thrust.

The breath left your lungs in a sharp gasp as his full length buried itself inside you. Your tight walls stretched around him, gripping him with a desperate greed that made his head fall back, a low groan ripping from his chest.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Levi hissed, his hips immediately locking into a brutal, relentless rhythm. "You do this on purpose. You know exactly what you're doing to me."

He reached up, his hand tangling deep into your hair to pull your head back, his teeth sinking into the slope of your neck, biting just hard enough to leave a deep, possessive mark. He hammered into you, the wet, slapping sound of skin against skin filling the quiet kitchen as his slacks rubbed ruthlessly against your thighs.

"Levi... please," you sobbed, your hands clawing at his broad shoulders as the friction hit your G-spot with devastating accuracy. You were already building, your internal muscles spasming around him in violent, soaking waves.

"Scream for me," he ordered against your skin, his pace turning punishingly fast as he felt your climax snapping. "Let me hear how much you wanted this."

You came with a loud, broken cry, your body arching off the table as your walls milked him aggressively. The intense suction broke Levi’s control completely. He let out a guttural, animalistic moan, driving himself into you three more times, deep, bruising thrusts that hit the very top of your womb, before his body locked completely.

He flooded you, a massive, thick release of hot seed bursting deep inside your core, filling you to the brink until it began to spill out, dripping down your thighs and onto the wooden table. He stayed buried there, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his chest heaved, completely ruined by you.

The kitchen table was a wreckage of spilt tea and the sticky heat of your first release. Levi remained buried inside you for a long, quiet minute, his forehead resting against your collarbone as his breathing gradually slowed. His pulse throbbed heavily against your inner walls, which were still twitching with the residual tremors of your climax.

When he finally pulled back, a wet, heavy slide echoed through the quiet room. A thick mix of his seed and your arousal immediately began to trail down your inner thigh.

Levi looked down at the mess, his eyes dark and heavily hooded. He didn't say a word. He simply hooked his arms under your thighs and scooped you up against his chest, entirely unbothered by the wetness coating his slacks. You wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carried you out of the kitchen and up the narrow wooden stairs.

The bedroom door slammed shut with a heavy kick of his boot.

He deposited you onto the center of the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to your overheated skin. Levi didn't give you a moment to recover. He stripped out of his ruined trousers and shirt, tossing them carelessly to the floor until he stood before you completely bare. His cock was already thickening again, standing rigid and angry, gleaming with the moisture from downstairs.

"Look at you," Levi rasped, crawling onto the bed and looming over your body. He grabbed your ankles, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed so your plump rear was tilted up toward him. "You look like a proper little minx like this. Covered in me, gaping open, and still begging for more."

"Levi..." you whimpered, your fingers bunching the sheets as his large hands mapped the heavy curves of your hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh.

"Hush now, let me take you," he growled.

He guided his thick head back to your drenched opening and drove himself inside in one smooth plunge. Because your body was already softened and stretched from the kitchen, he buried his full length into you instantly, the depth of the penetration making your stomach roll with a deep ache.

You let out a loud, shattered wail, your back arching off the mattress.

"Yeah, exactly like that," Levi hissed, his jaw clenching as he began to fuck you with a ruthless, bruising pace. He didn't use the measured discipline of a soldier anymore; he was a man possessed by the sheer, addictive feel of your heat. Every heavy thrust hit your G-spot with punishing accuracy, the wet, slapping echoing off the bedroom walls.

He reached down, fisting his hand into your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were wild, completely consumed by lust. He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a filthy, tongue-heavy kiss that tasted of your own sweetness. He swallowed your moans as his hips continued to slam into yours, his weight pressing your thick thighs wide apart.

The heat in the room was suffocating. You were spinning out of control again, your internal muscles clenching desperately around his thick shaft, begging for the end.

"You're coming again, aren't you?" Levi panted against your lips, his pace turning frantic, almost violent, as he felt your tight walls clamp down on him like a vice. "Milk me, brat. Take every fucking drop."

With a ragged cry, your body snapped, your second climax ripping through you in violent, soaking waves. The intense friction and the crushing tightness of your walls broke Levi's stamina completely. He let out a low, guttural growl, driving his hips forward a few more times with terrifying force, pushing into you so deeply you could feel his pubic bone slamming against yours.

He pressed in, his entire body rigid as he ejaculated deep inside your womb. He filled you to absolute capacity, his hot seed bursting into your core in heavy pulses that seemed to go on forever.

He collapsed over you, his chest heaving as he buried his face in your neck, his spent cock still plugged deep inside your soaking, twitching body.

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[m-jelly]

How about a canon Levi x f!reader where they are both in a relationship but don’t display any form of pda. Reader specifically gets flustered when others are around and prefers they keep their affections private in their own sacred space which Levi respects. Because of all this it causes rumors to arise (particularly in the male scouts) where they think Levi and her aren’t actually together and/or he is just a lousy boyfriend who can’t satisfy her right. This spurs them to corner reader and try to make a move on her. She’s practically shaking and reduced to tears which only amplifies Levi’s wrath when he runs into all the commotion. A soft, fluffy ending with them alone in his room comforting her. Thank you 🥺

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.

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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.”

Your jaw drops.

Your eyes widen.

Your fingers latch onto Levi’s uniform, twisting the fabric in your hands, as if you want to make sure he’s really here, and that you’re not still in that damn cell, dreaming all this up.

No. No – that would be too cruel.

The silence that follows is impossibly even more charged than before as you struggle to comprehend the meaning of those two words. “Levi, I…”

“Obviously, only if you want–”

“Of course I want to!” The panic in your voice would’ve probably been funny under different circumstances.

“Oh.” The intensity of Levi’s gaze mellows into something softer, and colour starts rising to his cheeks.

“Of course I want to, dumbass,” you say, still struggling to get the words out. “I just didn’t think you cared about…stuff like that.”

“Me neither.”

The admission doesn’t offend you, because you’d expected it. You frown at him. “So, what changed?”

With a sigh, he tips back his head, throat bobbing as he gulps. “Meeting you,” he murmurs. “Falling in love with you. It’s funny, because I don’t remember it happen. It’s as if I just woke up one day and realised that it’d always been like that – me, loving you. And I didn’t know how not to.” He lowers his gaze again to look directly at you. “I love you.” 

Tears fill your eyes. And for once, it’s not due to anger or grief or pain, but happiness and love, so much of it that you feel like your heart is about to leap out of your chest. The feeling is disgustingly sweet and sappy, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“I love you too, Levi.”

He then says your name, softly, almost caressing it as it leaves his lips. “Will you have me?”

You nod, a single tear slipping down your cheek. “Yes, Levi. Yes, of course I will. And you know–” you stumble over the words, “–that you already have me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiles at you. A smile with no restraint, something so pure and genuine that you want to bottle it and store it in a jar so you could bring it with you wherever you went.

Levi’s eyes don’t stray from yours as he moves his hand from your waist to what looks like a pocket sown into his uniform. Your breath hitches in your throat when he pulls out a small, plain box.

“When did you buy a ring?” you blurt.

He grimaces, fiddling with the box in his hands. You raise your brows at him – Levi doesn’t fiddle.

“When I ordered the dagger,” he finally mumbles, averting his gaze.

“Dagger– wait, you mean…what?”

“The dagger,” he repeats impatiently, his ears growing red. “You know, piece of metal stuck to a handle? Sharp and pointy?”

You scowl at him. “You know that’s not what I meant. I was just surprised is all.” 

He gives you a flat look. “Don’t see what for.”

“Come on Levi, that’s got to be what – two, three years ago? Don’t tell me you bought the ring three years ago.” The thought makes your head spin, because that must mean that he’s been carrying around–

that he’s been wanting to–

that during this whole time–

“Just because you didn’t know what you wanted doesn’t mean I hadn’t already made up my mind,” he says stubbornly.

You blink a couple of times, not knowing whether to feel shocked or flattered or annoyed because of his presumptuousness. Or your own predictability. “Wow. Just…wow.”

“Are you done gaping like an idiot?” Levi snaps. “Or do you want to see the damn ring?” His ears have grown bright red, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it incredibly endearing.

You immediately sober up, however, when he closes his fingers around the small box and starts shoving it back into his pocket.

“Wait– wait, okay I’m sorry!” You grab his arm to stop him, reaching for the box. “Sorry, sorry, I was being a jerk!” Letting out a huff of breath, you turn serious again. “Please, show me?”

With a roll of his eyes, Levi slowly opens his fist to flick open the lid of the small box. A rush of excitement courses through you as you lean closer to get a look.

The ring is nothing particularly showy – just a plain silver band, resting on a nest of black fabric. You catch a glimpse of an engraving on the inside. Promise, it reads.

“I know it’s not much,” Levi says, his eyes guarded as he watches your expression. “But I thought you might prefer something like this instead of anything too big or flashy. Of course, if you’d rather–“

But before he can finish his sentence, you catch his mouth in a quick, but firm kiss. His eyes widen and he stops talking, looking almost shocked when you pull away.

“Stop being stupid for a moment, will you? Levi, this is perfect.”

He clears his throat, looking flustered for a couple of seconds before he regains his bearings. Carefully, he picks up the ring and holds out his hand, palm up. “May I?”

Heart fluttering in your chest, you hold out your own hand. Levi slips the ring onto your fourth finger with ease and doesn’t let go of you for a while. He fingers brush lightly over your knuckles before he intertwines them with yours, raising both your hands to his lips to place a light kiss to the tips of your fingers.

It reminds you of the first time he told you that he loved you, and heat rises to your cheeks at the memory. Apparently, you’re not the only one, because Levi suddenly pulls you closer, slotting your hips against his. You let out a small gasp, and Levi closes his eyes, letting out a quiet, breathy sound that sends a jolt straight to your core.

After moment, however, he sighs. “Unfortunately, we can’t spend the rest of the flight in here.”

“A shame,” you agree.

“Yeah. Fuck, I should’ve waited till we got back.”

“Hm.”

snippet from chapter 57 which is up on ao3! this is the last one I'll post before I start revising for my exams, so I won't be updating the fic again for the next weeks:')

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[m-jelly]

Can you make a postwar!levi and fem!reader oneshot when she wanted to surprise him by baking him his favorite cake but she accidentally gets hurt and feels guilty for ruining the surprise but he comforts her then they bake it together ❤️

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."

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